Mansploitation

Teddy meets up with a studly bodyguard at a superhero’s compound, which means he’s in for an alpha-male ride he’ll never forget! Brick Marble is a super-soldier who works for a scientist and adventurer, but when he needs to get his rocks off, he’s all too willing to let Teddy take a swing on his meat.

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Teddy was catsitting for a friend named Creosote. He had taken it on as a favor. He didn’t really want to catsit. It was embarrassing. He had rearranged his entire schedule for the weekend to take care of this stupid cat.
He didn’t even like cats. He thought maybe Creosote would have a nice house, and it was, sort of, but it was also built like a necromancer’s lair — all gloomy and dark, gargoyles, evil-faced Asian statues, creepy paintings of old white men and spooky dreamcatchers lining the walls. The decor was not a surprise because Creosote was, in fact, a necromancer. So it was an odd house, creepy-looking, seemingly haunted though Creosote said he had gotten rid of all the Apache ghosts that used to be here. That was cold comfort for Teddy, who was scared of ghosts. It seemed silly to risk a haunted house encounter just to watch a cat for a few days. If the cat could survive the ghosts and the vampires and everything else that came through here, why did it need a sitter?
He sighed and flopped into a big chair. I wonder if Creosote’s daughter has some pot laying around. He was already bored. The cat ignored him. Teddy went to the window to consider taking a walk — it was too hot today, but Teddy was trying to walk for an hour every day no matter.
A big, burly man come out to the herb garden behind the main house. He was a broad-shouldered Winnebago of a man, a strapping stack of power and bulging muscles. He had a squarish jaw and a rather harsh face, stony, stark, staid. He plodded along with a light foot, like a man a tenth of his size. He wore a black polo shirt that seemed too small for him, his biceps straining against the fabric, and he wore tight jeans. Between the clothes, the mullet and the Led Zeppelin tattoo on his arm, he looked like he time-traveled here from the 70s.
He presumably worked for the super-scientist next-door. Teddy came out of the house to say hello — it would be polite, he thought, to introduce himself to the neighbors.
When Teddy got just twenty feet away or so, the mulleted blond turned around and cast a hostile stare at Teddy. His upper lip quivered.
“Who’re you? No costume, so you had better not be a supervillain. I got a direct line to the Villains’ League, man. If you’re arching Dr. Adventure out of costume, you’re going to be in so much trouble-“
“No, no, I’m not a supervillain. I’m a friend of Creosote’s. I’m just catsitting.”
The blond lit a cigarette. He eyed Teddy closely as though he didn’t entirely believe his story. But he nodded, sighed and flared his nostrils. “Yeah. Creosote said he’d have a friend house-sit.”
“That’s me.”
“You lookin’ for Dr. Adventure? He’s getting his… a medical procedure done. He’s in Thailand.”
“He went to Thailand for a medical procedure?”
“It’s cheaper,” the blond said. “I’m his bodyguard, Brick Marble. What do you want?”
“Oh, well… an autograph, but since he’s gone, I guess I can’t,” Teddy said. He put his autograph book and head shot away. He batted his eyelashes at Brick. “So, you’re a bodyguard?”
“Yeah.”
Teddy cleared his throat. “You wanna earn some extra money?”
Brick stared at Teddy. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to decide if Teddy was serious or if he was hostile or if he was just thinking about it. Then Brick crossed his arms over his chest. He took a deep breath. He glowered at Teddy as though he already knew what Teddy was going to offer.
“Is that… ? Are you… gonna punch me?” Teddy’s voice sounded weak and tinny in comparison to Brick’s baritone bravado.
Brick frowned. “No! No, man, that’s… Yes. I know what you’re gonna ask, and I’ve never agreed, but I need some money and at least you’re not Shore Love — that’s this freak I know, he’s been after me for years,” Brick said. “If I let him do it, he’ll never stop. So, fine… six hundred dollars.” He sighed. “You can jerk me off. I’ll ram you in the ass if you want. No reacharound, no kissing. Got it?”
“Uh, okay.”
“Good. No looking me in the eye either,” Brick said. “C’mon. Get outta my herb garden. We’ll do it in the garage. I like plowing on the hood of my car.”
Brick walked briskly into the garage. He walked stiffly and awkwardly, like he either already had a hardon or was just plain awkward in a civilian setting. He didn’t look military, exactly, but he did carry himself like a long-time soldier who struggled with normal life.
Teddy followed him. Brick closed the garage door, then led him to an old classic car, cherry-red. Brick hefted his heavy body onto the hood, leaned back and shimmied his jeans down. He had a nice, plump body, covered in scars — relics of a life as a bodyguard and spy, presumably — and a six-pack more perfect than any Teddy had seen in a long time.
Teddy nervously approached Brick, who sat on the hood of his car and smoked his cigarette. Brick leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. It seemed he didn’t intend to be involved in this beyond allowing it to happen.
His muscles writhed beneath Teddy’s touch. He wore classic white briefs, the old-fashioned kind that Teddy hadn’t seen anyone under sixty wear in years. That made him laugh as he pulled them down. They were immaculate white, and they perfectly outlined the shaft of his cock.
“Shut up,” Brick said like he knew why Teddy was laughing. “They’re standard-issue for field operatives.”
“Sure, sure, they’re hot,” Teddy said. He didn’t mean to come across as sarcastic, but that’s how Brick took it. He really did think they were hot — in a kind of a silly way.
Brick sighed and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. He stood there as though waiting for a doctor to pull his dick out. He had his hands on his hips, tapping his feet. Teddy liked to go slow, both because it was more intense and because he liked to tease big macho alphas like Brick. Buck let Teddy pull his briefs off, and a fat cut cock popped out. His meat was limp still, dangling like an uncooked sausage between his legs. His briefs were sweat-soaked and clung to his thick thighs, making it difficult to pull them all the way down. Eventually Brick got frustrated and ripped them off himself, tearing the waistband. He tossed the useless underwear away. “Damn it!”
“Hmmmm…” Teddy blushed and planted his tongue on the tip of Brick’s cock. That made Brick’s entire body ripple, his muscles flexing and relaxing in turn as he bit his lip and looked away nonchalantly. Again, he seemed to want to be as little involved in this as possible. He lay there on the hood of his car as Teddy kissed and teased his dicktip. Brick crossed his arms over his chest, making his pecs bulge. He scowled.
Teddy had no sooner gotten a taste when Brick jumped to attention, knocking Teddy off the car. He slid off the hood.
He darted towards the door, grabbing the gun concealed in his pile of clothes on the floor. “Someone’s coming. Stay here.”
Brick ran to the side-door of the garage. Teddy’s heart raced as he followed. Brick waved him back, but Teddy didn’t want to stop. He wanted to know what was happening. Maybe it was an exciting super-bodyguard adventure; it could have been a monster, a ghost, a demon, a supervillain and his army — Teddy wasn’t going to miss this.
If Brick realized that he was naked, he gave no indications of it. Maybe he was used to running security operations with his balls flapping in the breeze. He ran out into the front yard of the compound, gun drawn, cock flopping half-hard against his thighs. “Ah, Phantom Fist, what are you doing here?” Brick said.
“Where is your employer, sir?” came a deep, haughty-sounding, educated voice. Teddy couldn’t see where the voice came from. “I must dispute his latest bill. For this was not my-“
“He ain’t here, Phantom. You know those charges are set by the Villains’ League. You can’t just come in here blowing up antiques and expect to get away with it-“
“Antiques my ass! First of all, Mr. Marble, those antiques are entirely fictional-“
“They were not. They were Dr. Adventure’s father’s and they were worth a lot of money. They were insured.”
“Insurance fraud and you know it!”
“You weren’t cleared for Level Seven doom, Phantom. You’re not even his official arch right now-“
“Don’t talk to me about League business, Brick Marble. I know the rules,” Phantom Fist said. He wore a fine purple suit that concealed his muscular body. He wore no sleeves, which he didn’t need because his arms were invisible. He paused and bit his lip. “Why are you naked, Marble? I am not one to pooh-pooh the many benefits to remaining skyclad, but-“
“None of your business, Phantom,” Brick said. He looked down at his cock as though he had only just now realized he was outside naked, with a half-hard dick. “Get outta here. Doc’s not home.”
As they continued to argue, Teddy crept out of the garage to get a better look. He wasn’t in any danger — the Villains’ League set down strict rules to be sure that the battle between heroes and villains never got too bloody. Teddy was a civilian, which meant Phantom Fist couldn’t hurt him, and Phantom Fist was a high-ranking operative, so he wouldn’t break the rules.
“You are a thick-skulled scoundrel, Mr. Marble. Your muscles have clogged your brain like cerebral cholesterol-“
“You’re a pretentious twit, Clayton.”
“Mr. Marble! My name is Phantom Fist! You know very well that calling me by my real name during an arching is a violation, and one about which I am fully prepared to file a complaint! I know-“
“This isn’t a valid arching! Dr. Adventure’s not here! Go to Thailand if you wanna arch him — oh, wait, no don’t, you can’t arch him when he’s receiving medical treatment.”
“Liposuction?”
“None of your business.”
“Hair plugs? Both? It’s both, isn’t it?” Phantom Fist sucked in his breath. “No, wait, don’t tell me — is it a penile enlargement?”
“It’s a necessary medical procedure!” Marble shouted.
The more angry he got, the more Brick Marble’s plump asscheeks quivered. He seemed to have not a shred of fat on those cheeks, Teddy thought, they were hard like over-inflated soccer balls. They dimpled and flexed as Brick gesticulated and shouted at Phantom Fist. Teddy was just outside the garage, concealed by a shrubbery. He watched and stroked himself. Brick’s curving back muscles bulged, making Teddy shudder with desire. He couldn’t wait to get back to business.
The argument was only resolved when a tall, spindly-bodied robot appeared. It was powder-blue, and it was named Assistant. It came out onto the lawn, buzzing past Teddy, and beeped at Brick Marble.
“Thank you, Assistant! You’re correct. Phantom Fist, you’re not technically Dr. Adventure’s arch right now. That means you’re trespassing and I can call the cops.”
“Oh, the great Brick Marble, reduced to calling the cops to get rid of the kids on his lawn.”
“You’re no kid, Clayton. You’re older than me.”
“Fine. I’ll leave. I’ll leave you to… make love to your toolbox, or whatever men like you do,” Phantom Fist said. He walked a few feet away, then bent down. His right arm was invisible — hence the name — so it wasn’t obvious what he was doing until the tarragon plants on the edge of Brick’s herb garden were ripped out of the ground. His invisible hand pulled them out.
“Hey!”
Phantom Fist threw the tarragon, roots and all, at Brick. “You let your tarragon grow too leggy, Mr. Marble. It gets bitter.” He spat that last word vituperatively. Out of everything he had said so far, this was the only thing that he sounded genuinely upset about. He stalked away from the compound.
Brick watched him go. Then he muttered to Assistant, “Gardening people are always talking about things getting leggy. I’ve never figured out what it means. When a girl is leggy, that’s a good thing.”
Assistant beeped at him.
“Is that what it means? How do I control that? I thought tarragon was supposed to be bitter.”
More beeping from Assistant.
“I should never have downloaded that French cookbook into your databanks,” Brick said. He turned to face Assistant, his erect penis nearly touching the robot’s body.
Assistant scooted away and beeped at him once more.
“It’s just a cock, Assistant. What do you care? You’re a robot.” Brick walked away, returning to the garage. He stopped when he saw Teddy hiding there behind a bush. “I told you to stay in there, not trample on my rhododendron.” He grabbed Teddy and dragged him into the garage — Teddy didn’t fight back, of course, but Brick dragged him by the arm just the same.
When they got inside, Teddy giggled.”Will you give me a ride?” He leapt onto Brick’s back and kissed his shoulder. Brick winced and shuddered. He rode him like that, piggy-back, all the way to his car.
“Damn, give me a warning next time,” he said. He paused and tensed his back muscles. “Get your dick off my back, man. I’m not doing that. You can jerk me off and I’ll ram you, but no way you’re dry-humping me.”
“Oh… It won’t be dry-“
“Even worse, get off,” he said. His back muscles rippled beneath Teddy as he dropped off the rear of Brick’s naked body. He let himself slide as slowly as he could, so his face drifted through Brick’s fleshy asscheeks.
When Brick didn’t complain or stop him, Teddy stayed where he was. He bent Brick over his own car, and dove his face between Brick’s asscheeks.
“Tongue only. No fingers,” Brick said. Then he paused and shuddered. “Okay, one finger. You can put one finger in. A pinkie.”
“Really?”
“Don’t tell anyone. I like the butt stuff,” Brick said. He was facing away from Teddy, his blond mullet shaking, but Teddy could tell that Brick blushed a bright red.
Teddy had had no expectation that Brick would allow anything like that. Teddy didn’t even normally ask about fingering the men he seduced. But a lot of guys were into pegging nowadays. On the other hand, Teddy knew there was a big difference between getting a girl to stick a dildo in your ass and getting paid to let a man stick a finger in your ass.
Brick was so huge that his massive asscheeks were warm and had plenty of real estate to explore. Teddy loved it. He teased his tongue up and down the sweat-choked crack of his ass, while Teddy’s pinkie finger teased the rim of his hole. Those cheeks tightened around Teddy so hard they were like vise grips that wouldn’t let go. Teddy gently kissed and licked both cheeks and played with the fine blond hairs there.
A loud, car-rattling roar escaped from Brick’s lips. He shuddered, his broad back undulating beneath Teddy’s free hand. Brick’s fingers tightened into claws as his face turned red.
Teddy slipped his pinkie finger in, and Brick’s whole body perked up. Brick tensed. “Oh god, shit, yeah!” Brick’s face turned tense and red. He dropped his chest onto the hood of his car, giving Teddy even better access to his ass. Brick squirmed as Teddy’s tongue fleetingly explored his hole as well.
Then Teddy’s other hand roamed around to Brick’s cock, which was trapped beneath his body and the car. Brick lifted his hips up so Teddy could jack him off while fingering and licking his ass.
“God damn, man, you got a nice tongue back there,” Brick said. He bit his lip. “Damn… How many fingers is that?”
Teddy giggled. “Just one. Just my pinkie.”
Brick groaned and roared like he didn’t quite believe it but didn’t want to challenge it. Teddy loved the feeling of power he had. His pinkie finger — not even the whole thing, but about a third of his pinkie finger — was enough to control Brick’s entire massive body, which was easily four times Teddy’s size. Every time Teddy so much as shifted his finger a tiny bit, Brick’s muscles all flexed at once and he let out a lusty groan.
“Ah, shit… Ah, shit…” Brick grunted. “You had better not tell Creosote about this.”
Teddy giggled. “Creosote won’t judge you, you know.”
“I know. He’ll tell me how supportive he is,” Brick said. “That’s even worse. I’d rather have him call me a pervert so I can kick his ass.” He paused and blushed again. “You can add a second finger.”
But before Teddy did, Brick turned around again. He grimaced and howled in pain as he rotated his body around Teddy’s pinkie finger. But he sighed and his dick twitched too, spewing precum even though Teddy wasn’t even touching it now.
Brick laid down on his back on the hood of his car. He lifted up his trunk-like thighs, giving Teddy easy access to his entire crotch and his ass. Teddy slipped his ring finger into Brick’s ass, just the first half-an-inch or so.
“Damn it!” Brick screamed. He pounded on his pectoral muscles, which pulsated beneath his fists. “Oh god, stick it in! Ram me!”
Teddy kept one hand lazily stroking Brick’s cock, while his tongue and his other hand explored his ass. Brick responded like he had never felt anything so powerful. He squirmed atop his car hood, especially when Teddy licked a trail from his ass to his throbbing cock.
His manhood disappeared down Teddy’s throat. It was more than a foot long, but Teddy had been practicing jerking off big men for a long time. He could swallow almost anything. He managed to get his nose all the down into Brick’s pubic bush.
“Damn… Not even Mol can jerk this good,” Brick said through gritted teeth. If it weren’t obvious he was aroused and horny, it would look like Brick was angry: eyes slitted, grinding his teeth, muscles tensed and remaining so, his whole body shaking as he endured Teddy’s dome and fingering.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Teddy asked. He put his lips on Brick’s cock and moved up and down with his tongue out, slathering copious spit on his shaft, but he didn’t actually jerk it just yet. Brick squealed and shuddered. Teddy knew men loved being teased like that, and Brick was no exception: he writhed and grunted, moaning in agony when he shifted his weight on the fingers in his asshole.
“No. She’s just… this assassin I know,” he said. His eyes were closed. “I love her.” That made him blush. Teddy got the impression he had never meant to say that out loud. “I mean… I don’t love her. I love fucking her.”
“Uh-huh,” Teddy said. “I’m going to sit on your cock now.”
“I mean, she’s a total bitch. She’s tried to kill me, I dunno, fourteen times, I think. She killed John Bonham just to piss me off,” Brick said. “She’s a cold-hearted murderer.”
Teddy removed his fingers from Brick’s ass, making the big man sigh grandly. His muscles all relaxed at once. Tremendous relief flowed through his veins like lemonade, and Brick had never been this calm.
That meant that, when Teddy mounted him to sit on his cock, it was like climbing a warm clay statue, both firm and soft at once. Brick did not assist him at all, and his skin was sweaty enough that Teddy kept slipping. Teddy didn’t really mind because it gave him plenty of opportunities to squeal and squirm all over Brick’s broad chest muscles. Brick completely ignored him and just kept talking about that girl.
“I mean, she’ll work for anyone. She worked for Hunter about a week after surviving him hiring a different assassin to kill her,” Brick said. “And she’s got a villain of her own — he’s this lawyer who… Nevermind, I’m not allowed to say. She’s got a bad guy she’s in love with. She’ll never leave him for me.”
“You poor baby,” Teddy said. “It sounds like you really love her.”
Brick grunted in a disapproving way, but he didn’t argue it directly. “Nobody could love her. She’s not capable of receiving love, man.”
“Uh-huh.” Teddy licked the sweat off Brick’s chest as he lowered his ass onto Brick’s cock. When it slipped into his tight hole, they both gasped. Brick bit his lip and suppressed a moan, which turned into a loud, almost angry grunt.
“You ever know people like that?” Brick asked. He wrapped both of his powerful arms around Teddy’s body, pulling him down on his cock slowly but inexorably, ignoring Teddy’s frantic wriggling. “You know? Someone who might be the most beautiful person in the world but she just insists on making herself act as ugly as possible, like she’s scared to be loved.”
“Yep…”
“You alright? I’m not goin’ easy on ya,” Brick said, “Cuz I wanna get this over with. You want me to be more gentle?”
“God no,” Teddy said, his voice breathless and pinched. His ass slowly adjusted to the fat cock inside him. “Ram me as hard as you can, please? Ram me, Brick Marble! Destroy my ass!”
He chuckled, the motion of which forced Teddy the rest of the way down on his cock. It was deep in his ass, throbbing, sending waves of pleasure through Teddy’s limbs.
“Alright, nancyboy,” he said. “You can tell me to stop. But you might have to bite me to get my attention.” He pinned Teddy’s back against his chest, with one iron-hard forearm in front of Teddy’s face so he could bite if he wanted to. He curled his legs around Teddy’s ankles, pinning him in position there, impaled on Brick’s cock.
Then he took a deep breath and used every muscle in his body to lift Teddy up while flexing his hips backwards, then slamming Teddy back down on his cock. Agony exploded in Teddy’s ass, and he had to suppress a scream. It lasted only a moment, however, before Brick picked him back up and potent relief flooded Teddy’s body.
That, of course, lasted just as brief a moment before he was unceremoniously shoved back down on Brick’s cock. Teddy fell totally limp — except for his own cock — and submitted. This was the part of rough trade service that he absolutely loved, he thought, being dominated and utterly controlled by an alpha stud like Brick Marble.
“Aw, fuck…” Brick grunted directly into Teddy’s ear.
Teddy had no idea how long this lasted. He was supported entirely by Brick’s body, so Teddy sensed nothing but the sweat-dappled scars of Brick’s chest beneath his back and the massive cock slamming into his ass. Brick kept Teddy pinned atop his body, groaning with each slap of his cock into Teddy’s ass.
When Teddy finally had the presence of mind to jack himself off, it was difficult to control his hands, which wanted to flail uselessly above Brick’s head. He managed to stroke his dick, while he leaned his face to the side and nuzzled Brick’s blond beard hairs and the long mullet whose hairs were just barely reachable by Teddy’s tongue.
Almost as soon as Teddy touched his dick, he triggered his own orgasm. That, in turn, made his asshole clench as he rode Brick’s dick, and that sent Brick over the edge as well. They both screamed, Teddy’s flamboyant alto drowned out by Brick’s resonant, booming bass. His sweaty chest muscles rattled beneath Teddy’s back.
Cum flew over Teddy’s belly and into his ass. Teddy moaned, writhing within Brick’s powerful biceps, which held him in place so every drop of Brick’s load sprayed directly into his body. Brick sighed, but the cum just kept spurting inside him.
His hot, creamy load filled Teddy up, but still it continued. Teddy felt luxurious warmth seeping through his body, a continuous flow of hot manly juices trickling into every corner of his flesh. Teddy melted into Brick’s muscles, his orgasm making Teddy so weak he could do nothing more than fall back on Brick’s body.
At last it was over. When Teddy tried to move — to alleviate the awesome pressure on his prostate — it caused a reawakening of his own orgasm as well as Brick’s. Brick hugged him tighter again, and even kissed him on the ear, sucking on his earlobe with those big, plump lips.
He shifted his hips, grinding his limp dick within Teddy’s ass, making a moist plopping sound as cum dripped out and onto the hood of Brick’s car.
“Okay, you’re done, you had your fill,” Brick said with a practiced, forced groan. “I did it. Pay up. You talked me into it. Don’t tell anybody or I’ll never get left alone.” He snarled and bucked, pushing Teddy off him. He glowered. “C’mon, man, don’t try and cheat me.”
Teddy nodded. He was still breathless, gasping for air as his ass recovered. He pulled out his checkbook and began to write it out. He watched Brick wipe himself down with some paper towels, gingerly cleaning off his cock. He looked like he had wiped his body with paper towels before.
With the check half-written, Teddy kneeled behind Brick and giggled. He placed the check on the shelf-like upper buttocks of Brick’s ass, which made Brick groan and flare his nostrils. Despite his annoyance, Brick allowed it. Teddy used his ass as a shelf while he signed the check.
Then Brick grabbed the check off him. “Okay. You’re done, man. Go on. Go back to Creosote’s house. Take care of that fucking cat.”
“Yes, sir, Brick.” Teddy said. He didn’t wipe himself off because he wanted to have that sense memory and the scent of Brick’s body to remind himself of what had just happened.
He watched Brick try to fix the herb garden — he was still shirtless, body turning golden-brown in the brilliant sunlight. Eventually, Teddy fell into an exhausted and satisfied sleep.
His last thought before slumber was to wonder where Phantom Fist was and what he was doing. Teddy had been in the mood for a handsome villain before this ridiculous cat-sitting obligation appeared on his calendar.
He could track down Phantom Fist and have fun. A lot of fun indeed.