Facefuck

Caleb savagely abused Mack's face, grinding into his head and using his cock and balls to obstruct his breathing. Tears ran down Mack's face, but he also seemed to want more. Taking his cock into his hand like a club, Caleb beat Mack with it. He slammed it against his cheeks and rubbed his leaking cockhead into Mack's eyes. Thick ropes of pre clung to Mack's face, making a sticky web to Caleb's cock.

"You like that, Mack? You like my fat, hard fuck-stick all over your closet-case mug? You want some more, don't you?" Caleb thumped Mack's lips with his dong a few times for emphasis: "Don't. You."

Mack nodded, whimpering.

"Say it Mack, say you want me."

"Yes. I--I want you..."

"That's right you do. You want my juicy dong in your mouth, huh, Mack? You wanna swallow this awesome slab of meat?"

"Please..." gasped Mack.

"I don't know it you can take it, bro. I think it might to big for your puny dumb ass."

Caleb's hard cock was well over 14 inches long, and fatter than his fist. Obviously it was far too big for Mack, but Caleb was beginning to think that wouldn't matter. He was getting the sense that his Lord had a work around.

He threw Mack's head back and he tumbled to the floor, still gasping for breath. Caleb could tell Mack was really into this, that he'd come crawling back for more.

And sure enough, Mack started edging forward, mouth open and tongue extended. His eyes were pleading; he needed to be fed.

Caleb grabbed him by the back of the neck and guided his face forward. He traced the tip of his monster tool around Mack's lips, painting them with globs of slippery precum. Mack licked it up; he was slobbering and whining for more.

Caleb pulled his throbbing prong away a few inches, and Mack leaned forward, chasing it with his mouth. Caleb teased Mack: giving him a taste and pulling back... another taste... pull back again.

Mack moaned in frustration. His own small prick was hard as glass, making a little imprint on his jeans. He rubbed at it wildly while trying to reach Caleb's cock with his mouth.

Finally, Caleb was done teasing. He took Mack by the hair and pulled him forward onto his throbbing, hot fuck-stick. "Swallow," he ordered. And he shoved it down deep into Mack's throat--hard. He went all the way down in one forceful thrust; Mack's eyes rolled back and he moaned in surprise.

Caleb was right, the growth his god had blessed him with came with another gift: it appeared that his partners could accommodate him despite his absurd size. It was almost as if Mack's jaw had stretched impossibly wide to fit his massive tool.

Caleb pulled out smoothly and watched as Mack's swollen throat retreated to its normal size as his cock slid back out. He shoved back in--and he could see the outline of his prick working its way down Mack's throat--he could see where it stretched to take him in.

Caleb worked Mack's throat endlessly, fucking him senseless until his face and chest were coated in sweat and tears and slobber and precum. He used Mack like a living fucktoy, pounding away as the pleasure coursed through his body.

He was getting close, he could feel his balls tightening up in preparation for the big finale. As wave after wave of pleasure overcame him, Caleb roared and came. He pumped load after load down Mack's willing throat. It felt like it lasted for minutes, and he still kept coming. Caleb pulled out, freed his slimy tower of pulsing manhood and relishing the feeling of the cool air on his skin. Load after load barreled out of his cock, slinging across the study room and painting the walls and ceiling with milky goo. He pushed Mack down into the mess and sprayed the last several spurts of his load onto the wasted jock's panting face and body.

When the deluge finally ceased, a thick rope of cum dangled from his cockslit. Mack was crumpled in the floor, leaning against the wall. His belly was swollen with Caleb's massive load, and his pants were soaked through with three or four of his own feeble ejaculations. Standing above him, Caleb smirked. "You like that, Mack?"

Mack nodded, shivering.

"I bet you did." Caleb stepped forward, dangling his half-chubbed meat in front of Mack's face. The string of thick cum still clung to his cockslit. Mack groped forward, trying to lick Caleb's knob clean. Caleb wiped his cock on Mack's face and chuckled.

"Clean this mess up."

Then he pulled his pants back on and left the study room.