Requested by: Wrecking ZE & Guest

NOTE: Usually it's one chapter - one request but these two came almost back to back. It's easier for this chapter to be dedicated to both.

Dean's breath hitched as Brock towered over him. Until now, he really hadn't paid him much attention but there was something.. erotic about this. Brock was stronger, bigger and more aggressive than Dean could and would ever be.

'I hear, Dean, you're one of the most sought after men around here.'

'I.. guess my reputation proceeds me.'

Dean swallowed the lump in this throat as Brock stepped in even closer, his hand grabbing him by the belt buckle. Pulling him flush against his body, Dean admired how firm the other man felt. When Brock began to undo the belt - there wasn't much in the way of fight put up.

Dean arched his back, allowing the belt to slide out with ease as Brock carelessly tossed it aside, stripping Dean of his shirt next. Little by little, the clothes piled up and Brock had the man stripped to nothing but his briefs while the Monster Incarnate wore everything.. including strained pants.

'Fuck.. you're a sexy thing. Bet you purr too.'

Biting his bottom lip gently, Dean's hands worked on undoing Brock's pants, eyes widening a bit in surprise when no underwear became visible. Instead, Brock's hard-shaft popped up against his stomach - thick in an unexpected way. Until he pulled it out, Dean had to guess average length - 6 inches perhaps but he had the kind of thickness that would tear someone in half if left unprepared.

Dean liked his chances.

The fabric of Dean's briefs ripped as Brock forcefully tried to take them off, unaware how skintight they would be but that's the way Dean liked it. He liked his briefs to hug every inch, show how just how plump and juicy his ass and how thick his thighs were. He'd go without them no problem, but it didn't stop him from wearing them to feel sexy.

'I liked those!'

'You don't need them.'

Dean gasped as Brock's hands wrapped around him, roughly grabbing onto his ass cheeks - squeezing them. Lifting him up, Brock plabced him against the wall, trapping him between two hard places and Dean did the smartest thing he could - submit. He relaxed, knowing what would be about to happen and wrapped one of his legs around the man's waist.

With his free foot, Dean pushed Brock's pants lower, freeing him as he began to be lowered onto the one thing that he could never pass up. Pressure in his ass began to form as the tip slowly pushed against his hole and than into it. It stretched him almost painfully, his arms wrapped around Brock and clung to his shoulder blade area with blunt fingers gripping skin for life support.

Brock groaned as Dean whimpered, inch by inch of unprepared dick entering him. Halfway in, Brock paused as Dean panted heavily - doing his best to breathe and stay relaxed.

Powerless, Dean let out quite the gasp of discomfort as Brock pushed down on his hip and forced the last couple of inches in, Dean moaning softly in pain as he accepted the girth inside of him. Chances were that it wouldn't take long, but that didn't mean Dean would walk any better afterwards as he felt the dick begin to slide out of him until being rammed back in - a powerful snap of the thrust.

A deep thrust, Dean's body responded in pleasure as his legs tightened around Brock's waist and fingernails dug into skin - a loud moan filling the room as the pace began roughly. Dean's back scrapped against the wall, but that was the softest thing about this fuck as Brock grunted in his ear.

Primal and raw, Brock's body grinded against Dean's as balls slapped against ass and moans filled the room, anyone walking by would know what was happening. As the pain began to dull, Dean groaned as his nipples hardened and his body jiggled with each thrust - his cheeks bouncing slightly every time Brock filled him.

'Don't stop.. don't stop.. Brock, don't stop..'

He begged as that fire in his loins began to build. Pushing his ass down as much as he could, Dean needed to feel Brock deeper in him - see how far that dick could reach inside him. The heavy pants in his ear signaled that soon, he'd get to feel that warmth he craved when Brock reached climax and anything Brock was holding back.. was gone.

His body laid on top of Dean, almost crushing him against the wall as Dean took the pounding of his lifetime. Thrust, grinds, hip bucks - Brock's stamina was shocking, but a rough slam against his prostate brought him back down to reality.

'Br.. Brock..'

Dean's semi-flaccid dick exploded roughly - a cold orgasm fucked out of him - semen spilling from him as he spasmed between Brock and the wall. Three hard shots escaped him before a couple soft ones splashed between their bodies as he collapsed against Brock.

Muscles tightened and Brock groaned as the muscles wrapped around his dick, milking the semen out of him as he reached climax, shooting hard and deep into Dean's ass. Warmth filled him quick, Brock was a heavy cummer and Dean could just manage a soft moan in content as he felt the other man unload into him.

A couple more soft thrust and Brock was finished. Pulling out, he placed Dean on his feet and pulled his pants up, no signs of what happened except for the semen on his chest. Exhausted, Dean slid down and leaned naked against the wall.

'Next time Dean, we'll see how that mouth handles my load and I won't be so gentle.'

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