Ok, time for story time.........

My heart raced as I received a sudden message on my phone. The screen lit up with a terse command from Zander, the pledge master: "Report to the gym immediately." I was in the middle of my biology class, but an order from Zander wasn't to be ignored.

I quickly gathered my belongings, apologized to my instructor, and made my way through the bustling corridors of the campus and over to the frat house. My mind raced, filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. As a pledge, I was accustomed to Zander's intense demands, but this was the first time I'd been called out of class.

The gym in the frat house was small but well-equipped, its walls adorned with motivational posters and team photos. As I entered, the familiar smell of sweat and iron filled my nostrils. The first thing I saw made my heart skip a beat.

Zander was at the bottom of a barbell squat, completely naked. His heavy nuts hung low, and his puckered butthole was fully exposed, glistening with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lighting. The dense hair around Zander's hole was clearly visible, adding to the raw, primal sight. His glutes were hairy, firm, and perfectly round, the muscles tensing and flexing with his movements. The view was both shocking and mesmerizing.

Around the gym, other fraternity brothers were in various states of undress, some lifting weights, others stretching or chatting. One brother was wearing only black Nike tube socks, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of camaraderie and competition. The sounds of grunts, clanking weights, and friendly banter filled the air.

"You're here," Zander grunted, not pausing his routine. He finished his set with a final, powerful lift, then set the barbell back on the rack with a clang. "Check this out, Jacob. I've been hitting it hard. Leg day always makes me work up a serious sweat," he boasted, flexing his muscles.

My stomach tightened with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I knew what Zander meant by "recovery." "Yes, sir," I replied, my voice steady despite my nerves.

Zander led me to a secluded corner of the gym, away from any prying eyes that might wander in. He stood tall, muscles still tense from the workout, his powerful, muscular buttocks exposed and glistening with sweat. His glutes were incredibly defined, each cheek firm and round, covered in a light dusting of hair that grew denser in the crevice. "Get to work," he commanded, assuming a familiar position. "Leg day always makes my asshole horny," he added with a cocky grin.

I knelt behind Zander, the intense musk of his exertion filling my nostrils. The smell was potent, raw, and overwhelming. I tried to start with my mouth, but one of the brothers called me out on it. "That's not how you start," the brother said, motioning with his nose.

I readjusted, pressing my nose against the master's meaty butt lips, and deeply inhaled. "Fuck, dude, that fucking stinks," I muttered.

Zander laughed. "Hell yeah it does." I held my nose in place for a few minutes, forced to breathe in and truly appreciate the fumes from Zander's swamp ass.

My heart pounded as I gingerly began to lick, tasting the salty sweat on Zander's skin. The coarse hair tickled my face as I worked, the sensation both strange and grounding. The taste was intensely masculine, a blend of sweat and raw body odor that was both overpowering and strangely alluring. I felt the heat radiating from Zander's body, the evidence of his intense workout. Beads of sweat ran down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, and trickled into the deep crevice of his crack, mingling with the sweat already there.

"Yeah, that's it," Zander said, his voice thick with pleasure. "I've been lifting heavy. You can probably taste how hard I've worked."

I increased my efforts, feeling the pledge master's powerful glutes flex under my touch. I ran my tongue along the crack, savoring the mix of sweat and musk. My nose brushed against the coarse hair, adding to the intensity of the experience. The sensation was both strange and grounding, making me focus entirely on my task. Zander's skin was slick with sweat, and I could feel the droplets running down his back and over his sack, pooling in the furrows of his body.

I alternated between sucking on the meaty butt lips and plunging my tongue as far as it could go inside. The taste was intense, a mix of sweat and raw masculinity. Zander’s approval spurred me on, and I found a rhythm, alternating between licking and sucking with renewed vigor. The sounds of Zander's pleasure echoed through the gym, a mix of grunts and groans.

"Good job, Jacob. Just like that," Zander said, his voice growing deeper with pleasure. "Nothing like a good sweat to make things interesting."

After a moment, Zander chuckled, glancing back at me. "You know, I'm starting to think you like this job," he teased, his tone playful yet cocky.

I blushed, unable to disagree. I was starting to get addicted to latching my mouth onto the master's big, puffy butthole. The admission made my heart race even faster. The raw intimacy of the act made me feel more connected to the fraternity than ever before.

As I continued my task, another brother, Mark, walked into the gym. He stopped in his tracks and burst into laughter. "Damn, Jacob! You're really getting into it, huh? Nose deep in Zander's ass crack? Enjoying the fumes?" he commented, shaking his head in amusement.

Another brother chimed in, "Yeah, Jacob's been chowing down on Zander's greasy asshhole for a while now."

Mark added, "Damn he's gonna be smelling that on his face for a while then!" Some of the brothers laughed.

Mark then said, "Damn! I call next!"

Zander smirked, glancing back at Mark. "You'll be waiting for a while because I'm gonna take my sweet time." Hearing this made my heart race even faster. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, knowing I would be licking, sucking, and savoring every inch of Zander's butthole for a long while.

The pledge master's responses grew more vocal, his groans filling the gym. Some of the other brothers glanced over, smirking or nodding in approval at the scene unfolding in the corner. Their presence added an extra layer of intensity to the situation.

One of the brothers, Troy, walked over with a mischievous grin. "Let me help you out, Jacob," he said. He knelt beside Zander and spread his big, hairy cheeks even wider, giving me better access.

My mind buzzed with a strange mix of excitement and submission as I stared up at the massive, muscular, hairy butt cheeks. I felt a surge of pride and determination as I plunged my tongue even deeper into Zander's puckered hole, driven by the pledge master's and Troy's approving gazes.

"That’s it, Jacob. Really get in there," Zander groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

I worked even harder, sucking on the puckered butthole as hard as I could. I ran my nose along Zander's fat, sweaty sack, feeling the heat and dampness against my skin. The sounds of approval from Zander spurred me on.

My focus narrowed to the task at hand, the rest of the gym fading away. I felt Zander's butthole clenching and twitching as I worked. With a final, powerful effort, Zander let out a loud groan as he finished, his body tensing and then relaxing completely, shooting out heavy globs of nut from his impressive meat. The thick, white ropes of his release spattered onto the gym floor, a testament to the intensity of his climax.

"Well done, Jacob," Zander said, breathing heavily. He turned to look at me, a satisfied grin on his face. "You've proven your dedication once again. You're making great progress."

Still catching my breath, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The strange, intense ritual had strengthened my bond with Zander and brought me closer to the brotherhood. As I stood up, Zander clapped me on the back.

"Now get back to class, and keep up the good work," Zander said, his tone firm but approving.

Mark quickly interjected, "Hold on, Jacob. You're not done!" He pulled his shorts down, revealing his own hairy, muscular glutes and puckered hole.

I knelt down again, my heart pounding as I realized I had more work to do. I pressed my nose against Mark's sweaty, hairy crack, inhaling deeply before beginning to service him just as I had with Zander. The intensity of the experience only grew as minutes later, I found myself with a line of hairy, sweaty men to service, each one eager for their turn
 
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My heart raced as I received a sudden message on my phone. The screen lit up with a terse command from Zander, the pledge master: "Report to the gym immediately." I was in the middle of my biology class, but an order from Zander wasn't to be ignored.

I quickly gathered my belongings, apologized to my instructor, and made my way through the bustling corridors of the campus and over to the frat house. My mind raced, filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. As a pledge, I was accustomed to Zander's intense demands, but this was the first time I'd been called out of class.

The gym in the frat house was small but well-equipped, its walls adorned with motivational posters and team photos. As I entered, the familiar smell of sweat and iron filled my nostrils. The first thing I saw made my heart skip a beat.

Zander was at the bottom of a barbell squat, completely naked. His heavy nuts hung low, and his puckered hole was fully exposed, glistening with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lighting. The dense hair around Zander's hole was clearly visible, adding to the raw, primal sight. His glutes were hairy, firm, and perfectly round, the muscles tensing and flexing with his movements. The view was both shocking and mesmerizing.

Around the gym, other fraternity brothers were in various states of undress, some lifting weights, others stretching or chatting. One brother was wearing only black Nike tube socks, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of camaraderie and competition. The sounds of grunts, clanking weights, and friendly banter filled the air.

"You're here," Zander grunted, not pausing his routine. He finished his set with a final, powerful lift, then set the barbell back on the rack with a clang. "Check this out, Jacob. I've been hitting it hard. Leg day always makes me work up a serious sweat," he boasted, flexing his muscles.

My stomach tightened with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I knew what Zander meant by "recovery." "Yes, sir," I replied, my voice steady despite my nerves.

Zander led me to a secluded corner of the gym, away from any prying eyes that might wander in. He stood tall, muscles still tense from the workout, his powerful, muscular buttocks exposed and glistening with sweat. His glutes were incredibly defined, each cheek firm and round, covered in a light dusting of hair that grew denser in the crevice. "Get to work," he commanded, assuming a familiar position. "Leg day always makes my asshole horny," he added with a cocky grin.

I knelt behind Zander, the intense musk of his exertion filling my nostrils. The smell was potent, raw, and overwhelming. I tried to start with my mouth, but one of the brothers called me out on it. "That's not how you start," the brother said, motioning with his nose.

I readjusted, pressing my nose against the master's meaty butt lips, and deeply inhaled. "Fuck, dude, that fucking stinks," I muttered.

Zander laughed. "Hell yeah it does." I held my nose in place for a few minutes, forced to breathe in and truly appreciate the fumes from Zander's swamp ass.

My heart pounded as I gingerly began to lick, tasting the salty sweat on Zander's skin. The coarse hair tickled my face as I worked, the sensation both strange and grounding. The taste was intensely masculine, a blend of sweat and raw body odor that was both overpowering and strangely alluring. I felt the heat radiating from Zander's body, the evidence of his intense workout. Beads of sweat ran down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, and trickled into the deep crevice of his crack, mingling with the sweat already there.

"Yeah, that's it," Zander said, his voice thick with pleasure. "I've been lifting heavy. You can probably taste how hard I've worked."

I increased my efforts, feeling the pledge master's powerful glutes flex under my touch. I ran my tongue along the crack, savoring the mix of sweat and musk. My nose brushed against the coarse hair, adding to the intensity of the experience. The sensation was both strange and grounding, making me focus entirely on my task. Zander's skin was slick with sweat, and I could feel the droplets running down his back and over his sack, pooling in the furrows of his body.

I alternated between sucking on the meaty butt lips and plunging my tongue as far as it could go inside. The taste was intense, a mix of sweat and raw masculinity. Zander’s approval spurred me on, and I found a rhythm, alternating between licking and sucking with renewed vigor. The sounds of Zander's pleasure echoed through the gym, a mix of grunts and groans.

"Good job, Jacob. Just like that," Zander said, his voice growing deeper with pleasure. "Nothing like a good sweat to make things interesting."

After a moment, Zander chuckled, glancing back at me. "You know, I'm starting to think you like this job," he teased, his tone playful yet cocky.

I blushed, unable to disagree. I was starting to get addicted to latching my mouth onto the master's big, puffy butthole. The admission made my heart race even faster. The raw intimacy of the act made me feel more connected to the fraternity than ever before.

As I continued my task, another brother, Mark, walked into the gym. He stopped in his tracks and burst into laughter. "Damn, Jacob! You're really getting into it, huh? Nose deep in Zander's ass crack? Enjoying the fumes?" he commented, shaking his head in amusement.

Another brother chimed in, "Yeah, Jacob's been chowing down on Zander's greasy asshhole for a while now."

Mark added, "Damn he's gonna be smelling that on his face for a while then!" Some of the brothers laughed.

Mark then said, "Damn! I call next!"

Zander smirked, glancing back at Mark. "You'll be waiting for a while because I'm gonna take my sweet time." Hearing this made my heart race even faster. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, knowing I would be licking, sucking, and savoring every inch of Zander's butthole for a long while.

The pledge master's responses grew more vocal, his groans filling the gym. Some of the other brothers glanced over, smirking or nodding in approval at the scene unfolding in the corner. Their presence added an extra layer of intensity to the situation.

One of the brothers, Troy, walked over with a mischievous grin. "Let me help you out, Jacob," he said. He knelt beside Zander and spread his big, hairy cheeks even wider, giving me better access.

My mind buzzed with a strange mix of excitement and submission as I stared up at the massive, muscular, hairy butt cheeks. I felt a surge of pride and determination as I plunged my tongue even deeper into Zander's puckered hole, driven by the pledge master's and Troy's approving gazes.

"That’s it, Jacob. Really get in there," Zander groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

I worked even harder, sucking on the puckered butthole as hard as I could. I ran my nose along Zander's fat, sweaty sack, feeling the heat and dampness against my skin. The sounds of approval from Zander spurred me on.

My focus narrowed to the task at hand, the rest of the gym fading away. I felt Zander's butthole clenching and twitching as I worked. With a final, powerful effort, Zander let out a loud groan as he finished, his body tensing and then relaxing completely, shooting out heavy globs of nut from his impressive meat. The thick, white ropes of his release spattered onto the gym floor, a testament to the intensity of his climax.

"Well done, Jacob," Zander said, breathing heavily. He turned to look at me, a satisfied grin on his face. "You've proven your dedication once again. You're making great progress."

Still catching my breath, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The strange, intense ritual had strengthened my bond with Zander and brought me closer to the brotherhood. As I stood up, Zander clapped me on the back.

"Now get back to class, and keep up the good work," Zander said, his tone firm but approving.

Mark quickly interjected, "Hold on, Jacob. You're not done!" He pulled his shorts down, revealing his own hairy, muscular glutes and puckered hole.

I knelt down again, my heart pounding as I realized I had more work to do. I pressed my nose against Mark's sweaty, hairy crack, inhaling deeply before beginning to service him just as I had with Zander. The intensity of the experience only grew as minutes later, I found myself with a line of hairy, sweaty men to service, each one eager for their turn
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What the fuck
 
Megatron shouted. His voice was hoarse. "Think how much you'll hate me for this when we're on the battlefield," purred Starscream, giddy with victory. He braced himself, both hands on Megatron's thigh and his knee bent upon the duracrete, and thrust his spike deep.

A steady clatter of metal striking concrete, Megatron's loud helpless panting whimpers, the sharp scrape of metal armor on metal and Starscream's triumphant ragged vents. He had never felt better in his entire life.

The noise when he came was frankly embarrassing, but Starscream was far too busy grinding his array up desperately against Megatron's. His transfluid flooded Megatron's valve, splattered out onto his thighs and the debris beneath them. Starscream felt drunk.

There was a long, long silence in which Starscream slumped against Megatron's aft, head spinning in the best kind of way. His processor was absolutely full of pleasure protocols; they sang to him, telling him how lovely everything was. His sensors were bright with Megatron's proximity, the heat and bulk of him.

"Get me out," Megatron rasped after a while. His voice was rough and staticky, and it made Starscream want to shiver in a good way, full of deep and subtle pride.

"I'm comfortable," he murmured in reply. He was half-submerged in a cloud of sweet-smelling exhaust from Megatron's fans and he would have stayed here happily for at least another hour.

Megatron began to struggle. The wall rattled as he struggled, but the way he moved did nothing but crush his valve against Starscream's spike again. His over sensitized equipment sent a wash of warm charge through his lines, making him sigh.

Starscream dropped his head. He gave his hips a quick, grinding push, a little flick. "If you keep doing that, I may begin to think you enjoy being impaled," he said with deep satisfaction. Megatron certainly wasn't denying it. Starscream didn't really expect him to.

There were more noises from Megatron, some more creative than others. Starscream hummed, beginning a slow, rocking pace with his hips. He felt sated and easy, riding his overload-bright sensor net with languid ease. He slid in deeper with a soft noise, ground there until he began to firm and then eased away, his hips barely shifting, like he could live inside the snug clutch of Megatron's valve forever.

"I hate you," said Megatron with a cracking voice. "You... horrible, wretched-ngg-"
 
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