Hey guys. I am very sorry that I have been away for so long [over a year!] I was finishing my last year of high school and needed to focus on that for 2014. But now I am finished and back, hopefully for good. Thank you so much bearing with me and waiting guys, it really means a lot. I hope to publish a new chapter every week from now on. As always I am looking forward to all your critiques and criticisms. I read all of them and if you have a question about anything don't hesitate to ask. I am also reader and if you want me to read some of your work I am more than happy to. I am also personally looking for a beta reader to help with my work so if you are interested, feel free to contact me. Thanks so much for reading guys. This chapter is for Sorrowful Chesire, thanks for the suggestion.

The steam slowly rose as Puck opened the shower door. Heat mixed with wetness escaped the small cubicle when he stepped out onto the slippery blue tiles. As always after showering puck stood, dripping, naked, vulnerable; the only time in his life where the "Puckasauraus" façade can fall like the droplets rolling from his tanned chiselled abs to his thighs filled with the muscles gained from 18 years of squats, rowing machines and plunging his 15 inch stallion cock into the caverns of girls.

How many of them has he gone through now: fifty? One hundred? Pucks past was a blur of F's on his tests, hits of cocaine and marijuana and fuck after pointless fuck with girls who meant nothing. They felt nothing

He felt nothing.

None of these women were special. Quinn, the mother of his illegitimate child never crossed his mind as he stood in his cavern of reflection. Rachel never enters his mind. No glimmer of Santana. He looks around at his run down bathroom. The murky blue tiles on the wall falling like a tally of women fallen prey to his charm and magic horn. The sink a dirty mess. Stained with his mother cheap hair dye, his sister attempts to colour it and countless loads of Pucks sperm when he couldn't find a hot mouth to pleasure the massive rod between his legs.

He looked down at the horse. The glorified instrument of pleasure. The symbol of the badass "Puckasauraus". He gripped it tightly and walked over to the mirror. As always his finger didn't encapsulate the sausage and the brown mushroom head bugled out of his hand. It is a snake that not even its master can control. His dick had a mind of its own. It and his mind were constantly at war. His mind acted as Puck's guard. It told Puck what was right and what was wrong; everything he did had to be checked by it. If he wanted to look at a team mate's firm, round, bare ass as he washes himself in the locker room, his mind would steer him away, instead popping up images of Quin with Beth cradled in her arms, sweet innocent. A family

He wanted a family.

He felt nothing.

His cock however was the devil. The traitor that threatened to open the curtain that was Puckasauraus and unveiling the real puck. A fag. A cock sucker. It was the Achilles heel of Puck, showing to the world what he truly desired

Hair chests

Large biceps

Beards

Broad backs

Muscular asses

Hard cocks

Whenever the asses in the locker room came into view his cock would spring to life. His head instantly leaking with precum, veins on shaft throbbing, hairy bull balls that hung loosely under the massive cock would tingle with excitement. His instincts urged him to grab their asses and pound them into oblivion. Sodomise his friends and allies until they screamed for mercy of screamed from orgasmic pleasure. He wanted to own men, to make them his, make him there's. Only when his mind succumbed to his cock could his cock could succumb to his mind. When he was with a girl he had to close his eyes. He always thought of asses when in cunts, cheeks instead of breasts; only then could Puckasauraus thrive.

He closed his eyes and imagined.

Finn wrapped his massive arms around Puck. He kissed his neck softly, pecking and licking tentatively like a puppy licking at his food. Puck groaned at the caresses of his friend. He felt his best friend's 12 inch monster poking his hairy, toned ass. All he wanted was to touch it, feel it embrace. He wanted to make Finn his cock the only sustenance he needs, He yearned to taste Finn's sweet juices.

"Have you missed me, baby?"

His whispers drove into a whirl. Cock ached to be touch, to be sucked. He felt the trouty lips engulf his massive head and suck deeply creating a vacuum that made Puck's vision blurred. He looked down to see Sam's staring up at him with lust filled eyes. His lips pursing around his schlong and slurping like a delicious, meaty lollypop. Puck whined as Sam let go of his cock with a small pop and began to stroke it.

"Do you like it when I suck you? Your cock is so big, almost too much for me to handle… Almost."

Sam plunged his head down onto the sword, he didn't gag as 15 inches of hot sweaty, pulsing dick went down his throat. He growled like a wolf as he rummaged through Pucks curly forest of pubes at the base.

"Oh fuck!"

Finn's hand moved down to pucks giant pecks. He pinched dark beads at the centre. Puck squirmed with anticipation of what was to come, the tweaking of the nipples was always a signal that the inevitable was about to come. Finn moved his head down to pucks ear giving it a sensual lick.

"You ready, babe."

Puck let out a deep sigh, content and pleasure erupted within him. It was time for puckasauraus to end and Puck to come into the light.

"I'm ready."

Sam released Puck's cock and joined Finn behind their friend. Together they forcefully pushed Puck onto the cold tiles the shoved his head down onto the floor. Brutal, rough, horny. The 12 inch dick slammed into the submissive man, followed quickly by the 11 inches of the blonde teen. It was if Puck had exploded into a new world of pleasure and euphoria. Never had he been so content with and embraced the submissive bitch he knew he was. He was not a badass, he was their bitch. He would do anything for them if it meant one more minute of their cocks ripping his ass. All too soon Sam yelled in ecstasy.

"It's time!"

Puck felt the pressure building up in his balls. The sperm flowed out of his dick. Rope after rope of cum splattered into the dirty sink, bound to leave more stains. Puckasauraus could never be gone for good. He would always be hiding behind the façade and live his life as the closeted badass. But not just yet.

He strode into his bedroom naked and, always insatiable booted up his computer. He scrolled through the gay porn videos; already viewed. He clicked on the next page

"Latino Daddy brutally fucks sexy dentist."