Avery is working as a clerk at a low-rent motel near the state prison, so when an Aryan alpha is released after nineteen long years behind bars, it’s up to Avery to alleviate his unsatiated urges!
Can Avery help this possible-Nazi brute get his load off?!
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Avery’s hands shook from the moment Hassle walked into the lobby of the Top Inn, where Avery was a clerk. Avery tensed up and bugged his eyes up at sight of Hassle’s broad shoulders, square jaw and simmering swagger. His cueball head gleamed, and his square jaw jutted, chewing, boxing, his crooked nose and cauliflowered ears giving him the mien of a fighter. He sent a chill up Avery’s spine. Hassle exuded violence like an aura. He had a smile on his face, but that just made him look more sinister.
That’s because Hassle was an Aryan, fresh out of state prison. At more than six and a half feet tall, he was a towering beast of a man, all bone-white skin covered in tattoos — swastikas and Gothic lettering and a map of Germany on his forearm — and a chest that puffed out, straining against the fabric of his over-tight tee shirt.
He had worn that tee shirt when he was incarcerated nineteen years ago. Back then, he had been skinny, that was why the tee shirt no longer fit. It clung to his muscles like a second skin, and his tattoos were clearly visible through the threadbare fabric.
A scowl plastered on Hassle’s face. “Donchu be scared,” Hassle said, showing off his dimples — he would have been charming and handsome if he weren’t a nazi. “I ain’t no kinda racist or nothin’.”
“Oh.” Avery was new to this job, so he fumbled with the reservation software. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he waited for it to work. Hassle looked down his nose at Avery.
At last, it was done. Avery slid the key to Room 244 over the counter to Hassle.
“Here you go.” Avery held his breath.
“I just got outta lockup. You know how it works in there, right? You seen movies? You gotta pledge a gang-“
“Sure.”
“And you gotta do what the gang tells ya, you feel me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So if they say you gotta talk shit ‘bout black folk and put a swastika on ya belly, then that’s what you gotta do,” Hassle said.
“Right, yeah. Gotta do what the boss says,” Avery said. He forced a weak, wan smile on his face. He did understand having to join a disagreeable group to survive, but in this moment, it hardly mattered — all he could think about was how terrifying Hassle was. He loomed overhead like a moai. “Uh-huh.”
What Avery wanted to say but didn’t have the wherewithal to do was that he understood and wouldn’t hold it against Hassle. Avery worked at the Top Inn of Abilene, Texas, which was near the state prison. It was a cheap motel, and a significant part of the clientele were recent releasees needing a place to crash. Avery knew that coming in.
“Ya see?” Hassle lifted his shirt to show off the swastika crudely tatted on his belly. His prison-starved body was devoid of fat, so he had a six-pack that was almost too perfect — it looked painfully lean. He flexed his chest. “Huh?”
He hadn’t said that Avery should touch it, but he looked at Avery with a sort of a flirtatious smile. Avery’s hand moved as though of its own accord and touched Hassle’s six-pack. Avery was too scared to be really aroused though, despite his natural predilection for appreciating the male physique. That swastika consumed Avery’s attention, and Hassle’s massive body loomed overhead like a thunderstorm.
There’d been other hardcore gangsters, these Russian guys, a bunch of cholos with teardrop tattoos and the like. They were intimidating in their own way too. Swastikas were just such a taboo in Avery’s life he found it hard to look away. He blushed and looked down at his feet.
“Whatchoo think?”
“It’s… Uh… Okay.” Avery blushed. “I’m not like… in charge, of, you know… anything besides the keys. And the vending machines. You don’t have to convince me of anything.”
Hassle shrugged and dropped his hand holding his shirt to his side. His alabaster pecs rippled, and he sucked on his teeth. He grabbed his cock through his jeans, which fit better than his shirt — he had worn his jeans slung low when he was arrested. He was a thug at the time of his arrest, he hung out with the black kids at his old high school in Houston — he sold coke with them, this was in the early seventies, so crack wasn’t a thing. In prison though, he lost touch with his homeboys and had gotta join up with the Aryan Way, lest the other gangs take a crack at him. He walked outta there shirtless, “See ya, y’know… Later tonight or whenever.” Hassle said before he walked out the door. He backed out, so he kept eye contact with Avery the whole way out, his bare chest gleaming with sweat. He probably hadn’t had a real shower in nineteen years, not a shower in a normal bathroom.
That thought sent a shiver of desire through Avery, but only after the Nazi giant was gone. Avery breathed a sigh of relief. He felt safe again.
The lobby was quiet as a rabbit, the only sound the tick-tocking of the perpetually incorrect clock above the desk. Avery sighed. Now he kinda missed the excitement of having an Aryan in the lobby.
And his muscles were remarkable. He would have been quite handsome if it weren’t for the tattoos. He could be a model.
Or more likely, if he weren’t in prison, he’d have gorged himself on beer and french fries, and he’d be fat right now. Quite a physique conundrum.
But all afternoon, that final moment hung in his brain. Had Hassle grabbed his crotch like that because he was signaling Avery should come jerk him off?
It almost seemed like it. He had even said he might see Avery “later tonight”. What did that mean?
A lot of men at the Top Inn did want that. That was one of the reasons Avery wanted this job. He liked the alphas and ex-cons who came out from the state prison with urges and stiffies and no women to come rub their backs and lick their dicks and tell them they’re still handsome. Avery wanted to be that guy. Ex-cons don’t ask too many questions. They just want to bust a nut.
And there were maybe a dozen of them who seemed likely to agree if Avery went and propositioned them right now. There were a couple black guys, this cholo who was definitely interested but was kinda fat, what a pity, some weird like Laotian guy who might be worth it, a few plain old whitey-whites. One of them was quite alluring, the white man in Room 29.
But he wasn’t the statuesque muscle-mountain that was Hassle. That was who Avery’s mind continued to drift to.
He was a nazi, Avery reminded himself. He wasn’t safe. Avery shouldn’t go and seduce nazis. That was bound to end poorly.
He got a text from Officer Heartley, asking him to start a fresh pot of coffee — Heartley came in most mornings to talk to Avery, drink coffee and look for open warrants among the people at the motel. That made Avery feel more confident. He started the coffee and responded to Heartley, letting him know that he “might be in Room 244” when Heartley showed up. Avery felt safer then, not that he was planning on going to Hassle’s room. If Avery wasn’t around, Officer Heartley would come looking for him.
Hassle was still a nazi, after all.
That was the permission Avery needed, in his mind, to go see what Hassle meant by grabbing his crotch in that suggestive manner.
Leaving the lobby with the ‘back in ten minutes’ sign turned over, Avery went to the two-hundred-block of rooms, on the second floor. They all had doors that faced the outside, and a window next to the door. Avery told himself he was just going to check that Hassle wasn’t doing something illegal.
The blinds were closed, but not quite all the way, and the light was on inside. Avery could see clearly through the edge of the window into the room.
Hassle was in there, doing push-ups, wearing only a pair of prison-issued boxers. His plump ass was perfectly round, and it swallowed up a bead of sweat that Avery watched slide down Hassle’s spine. Avery gulped. His shoulders flexed up and down as he rose and fell with military precision. You could rap to the beat of his push-ups, Avery thought.
He knocked on the door without a moment’s hesitation, or even really a first one, since Avery had never decided to go through with it. It just occurred to him Hassle would be sweaty and intense and arousing even if he turned Avery down, and Avery wanted to experience his presence again. He held his breath as he awaited Hassle opening the door.
“Howdy,” Hassle said, a casual smile showing off his dimples. He cackled and slapped one of his trunk-like thighs, which made his dick sway in those paper-thin but starchy white boxers. Avery’s eyes opened wide, entranced by Hassle’s massive chest and the scent of his musky body.
“Hi,” Avery said. He blushed.
Hassle grabbed Avery by the shirt and dragged him in. Avery held onto Hassle’s iron-like biceps, unable to tear his eyes away from Hassle’s bright stare and deep dimples. He had brilliant flashing blue eyes.
“What do you want from me?” Hassle said, screwing up his lips like he was furious. He narrowed his eyes to slits, then planted his lips on Avery’s before Avery could react. His tongue rammed into Avery’s mouth like it was Poland, and Avery’s hands fluttered, then gripped Hassle’s muscle-ripped chest.
His skin was hot and moist with sweat. The air conditioning was not turned on yet in the room, even though it was stuffy and sweltering in here — Hassle was used to the unchilled air of a prison, that was why. He hadn’t yet thought to check the air conditioning.
The scent of his sweat assaulted Avery’s nostrils, as Avery swooned in his powerful arms and accepted his aggressive kiss. He could sense the sexual frustration roiling withing Hassle, the nineteen years of incarceration, the complete lack of women…
No wonder Avery could feel an erection poking through those thin boxer shorts.
The kiss left Avery flummoxed. He had a knack for seducing men but they almost never kissed him. Avery didn’t usually ask because a lot of them were uncomfortable with the request even if Avery wasn’t pushy about it.
But Hassle didn’t seem to care, though he kept a sour look on his square mug like he was being forced into it. His tongue was firm and aggressive, and it battered Avery’s mouth, then his lips and even his smooth cheeks. Avery was ensconced in Hassle’s powerful frame. Hassle was well over six and a half feet tall, so he had to lower his head to meet Avery’s lips.
“Huh?” Hassle asked when he pulled away. His hot breath condensed on Avery’s face, and Avery was enveloped in the greasy sweat pooling on his tattooed paleness. Avery’s uniform shirt was already soaked. “How you wanna mess wit’ me? Tell me now cuz I don’t like listenin’ to my bitches when I cornhole ‘em-” He held up a hand as though to forestall objections. “I just don’t like hearin’ complaints and shit. So pick now-“
“I, uh-“
Hassle slapped Avery on the cheek. “Don’t interrupt me. You pretty as pink, but I’ll still fuck you up fo’ disrespect.” He paused. “I ain’t a violent man, I just don’t accept disrespect. I won’t mess you up, and I wouldn’t even hurt’cha for bein’ colored or Jewish or nothin’, I love the Jews, swear to God. My little sister’s youngest daughter is half-Jewish on her daddy’s side, and I love her to bits — my sister won’t let me see her on account of she’s a bitch and she don’t like nazis, but I like the little Jewess.”
“Oh. Uh-huh.” Avery gulped.
“So you tell me how you wanna do it? You wanna do anal? You want me to plow into that butt?” Hassle grabbed Avery’s asscheek and squeezed so hard it hurt. Avery squirmed, and Hassle grunted right into his ear. “Use ya big boy voice.”
“I, uh… I wanna mess around, and…” Avery knew he should ask for something that was kind of a stretch. He didn’t often get it up the ass from skinheads, so that was special enough, but he had a feeling Hassle would do more than the average ex-con. “Will you… gimme a reacharound?”
Hassle paused, then shrugged. “Hell yeah, boi, I can do that. Ain’t nothin’ like makin’ a man jack off wit’ yo’ dick in his ass. Make him cum before you cum, I like that. Could take hours.” He eyed Avery up. “I mean, not you. You gonna cum real quick. I make you orgasm right away.” He sniffled and dropped his boxers, revealing a massive white cock the color of heavy cream. “Go’n then. Get it wet.”
Avery dropped to his knees, heart thumping. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. He opened his mouth and let the tip of Hassle’s dick slip onto his tongue. Immediately Hassle gripped him by the head and forced it in. He was still limp, so Avery couldn’t swallow it, and it roped around his face, leaving a layer of dicksweat, the smell of which clung to Avery’s upper lip.
He cupped Hassle’s balls with one hand, and he chased the tip with his lips. He could have grabbed it with his other hand, but Avery preferred to tease him.
Until he looked up at Hassle, whose no-nonsense frown was aimed down at him. The subtext was clear: quit playin’ with it, pansy.
So Avery grabbed it with the other hand and held it by the root, while he put the knob in his mouth and choked up as much spit as he could manage. A baritone rumble came out of Hassle, whose cock rocketed right to full erection faster than Avery had ever seen. In moments his foot long behemoth was pulsating on Avery’s tongue, while still Avery gripped the root with one hand and cupped his ballsac with the other. His sac was so sweaty it was silky, and the scent of his aroma wafted into Avery’s nostrils.
Having jerked a lot of guys, Avery was good at it. He could deep-throat anyone, and he loved getting throated down. Hassle was probably not used to anyone handling his meat willingly, or at least, he acted like he wasn’t expecting that.
“Ah, shit, you got throat like velvet…” He held Avery’s head in place as though he had to stop him from running away, and he pumped his trunk-like thighs to fuck his throat like a pussy. Actually that’s not quite right either. Hassle didn’t ram Avery’s face, he made love to it. He wrapped one of his hands over Avery’s mouth, as though to conceal the fact that Hassle’s dick was in there, so he didn’t have to actually watch Avery swallow his dick, and he used his other hand to force Avery’s lips to tightly seal around his shaft.
He drilled his dick in without regard for Avery’s choking, but he didn’t do it in an aggressive way like Avery would have guessed. He slid his dick in as though he expected Avery to grow to adore it filling up his throat, which he did. Avery was glad to choke on a massive slab of manhood like that.
“Spread that neck open, lemme feel it open up,” he said softly, cooing, licking his lips. One of his hands massaged Avery’s neck like a vet getting a dog to swallow a pill. “Keep eye contact when you swallow my dick.”
That was difficult because Hassle had an intense gaze, but Avery managed to do it despite his thumping heart and sputtering throat. Hassle’s dark eyes flashed down at him, overtop a sick grin — he obviously liked seeing Avery struggle just as much Avery enjoyed doing it — and he even laughed when Avery’s hands reached up to his pecs. He stooped over a little to give Avery better access to his nipples, and he flexed his pectoral muscles like a stripper.
His cock throbbed, precum leaking over Avery’s tongue. Hassle swayed his hips, moaning seductively every time Avery choked on it. When some drool snuck out of Avery’s mouth, Hassle smiled and smeared it over his face.
“Hmmm… You handle my dick nice and nasty, and I ain’t even gotta train you in the proper way,” Hassle said. “That’s nice. That’s real nice.” He sucked on his middle-finger, the one that had just smeared his own precum over Avery’s cheeks, so he tasted his own cum. He grimaced like it was nasty, but then he did it again.
He held onto Avery’s ears and drilled into his throat. He smiled at the frantic expression in Avery’s eyes. He moaned caringly as he did, lightly slapping Avery on the cheek when he felt resistance.
“You ready fo’ some butt-stuff? I’m-a get deep inside you. Give you the reacharound of a lifetime.” When Avery didn’t immediately answer, he repeated himself but with hand motions, like sign language. He kept pumping his hips to make love with his dick to Avery’s gullet the whole time.
Avery nodded the best he could with Hassle’s entire manhood in his throat. He gasped for air when Hassle pulled it out, but his gasps were swallowed up by another kiss. Hassle rammed his tongue into Avery’s.
There was something oddly dispassionate about his kisses. Avery had no way of knowing that Hassle kissed him as a show of dominance — in his prison gang, that was how someone like Hassle took an exclusive claim on a weaker man. If he hadn’t kissed Avery, that would be a sign that Avery was a prison bitch, or would be punked out for money; kissing was a sign of affectionate ownership. That was why Hassle kissed him, without regard for the cum on his lips — there was no room for squeamishness behind bars. Gagging at the taste of your own cum on “your man’s” lips got you a punch from all the real men in the gang.
“I’m ready,” Avery said when Hassle pulled off him. Avery had brought his own lube, luckily, so he smeared some on his ass while Hassle bent him over the motel bed.
“Alright, here’s ya reacharound,” Hassle said wearily, with a grunt. Though he enjoyed the actual practice of a reacharound — in particular the moment when a man’s ass clenched as he shot his wad, clenching tight enough to bring Hassle to orgasm — he didn’t so much enjoy the actual stroking of a cock. Once he got into it, he could forget he was doing it and just focus on destroying that bottom boy’s ass. He slipped one hand around Avery’s slim body and held his dick just as he rammed his own cock into Avery’s asshole.
A burst of pleasure hit Hassle, who moaned and slapped Avery’s asscheek. He smiled. He had rammed plenty of men before his release from prison earlier today, but it had rarely been as good as this. Avery was even better than most other men Hassle had ever been with. He didn’t whimper when Hassle rammed his dick in, he just gritted his teeth and loosened his ass the best he could.
“There you go, baby, lemme in, I’ll make you feel so good,” Hassle said with a howl. “I-” He bit his lip and stopped talking because Avery’s ass sucked in the last inch of his cockmeat like a vacuum cleaner, and Hassle was shocked. For a moment he thought Avery’s ass wouldn’t let go and he’d be stuck deep in there. He didn’t mind that idea.
But Avery gripped and released, and Hassle let out a cringing moan that echoed in Avery’s ear. Hassle’s hand began sliding up and down Avery’s cock, which was already hard and throbbing, leaking precum over Hassle’s fingers. Waves of pleasure wracked the both of them, and Avery let out a howl. Hassle instinctively swallowed his sound as though to hide from the guards doing their rounds.
He pounded away. He kissed Avery again as he ground his dick within Avery’s ass, and this time avery was less intimidating, so he kissed back. He writhed in ecstasy swaddled in Hassle’s powerful arms.
A loud cry escaped from Avery’s lips, but Hassle swallowed the sound up. Hassle groaned, his big body pressing down on Avery’s back. Avery squirmed and gasped.
It was one of the most potent orgasms of Avery’s life. He couldn’t believe it could feel this good. He wanted to cry and beg for more, but he didn’t think he could take anything more intense than this. He just clawed at the bedspread beneath himself as a prostate orgasm erupted deep within him.
Cum sprayed into his ass, and Avery moaned. Hassle’s hand furiously stroked his dick off. Avery even lifted one feet off the floor as waves of pleasure crashed over him. The smell of jizz exploded in the motel room, as Avery panted and begged for it to never end.
“Goddamn, boy,” Hassle murmured into his ear. His voice was tense and moist, and he gritted his teeth as he came.
He shot a massive load, wad after wad filling Avery up. He could feel it sloshing within him, like Hassle hadn’t cum his entire time in prison and now had all that built-up nutjuice ready to go. Avery knew that wasn’t true, but he couldn’t help but think it as he felt Hassle’s rod throb and shoot more and more cum into him. The heat seeped into Avery’s flesh.
“Shit…” Avery mewled.
“Aaaah….” Hassle held up his right hand, which glistened with Avery’s cum. Avery had shot a pretty big load as well, so it dripped down his palm in clumps. His dick slowly limpened in Avery’s ass, and with every passing second, Avery found it more and more difficult to pay attention to anything but that sensation.
In the Aryan Way, being “squeamish” with your prison “girlfriend” was a faux pas. There was no rule about what you had to do with your prison bitch, prison wife, jail girlfriend, etc, at least not a strict, consistent rule. But when one Aryan sucked his “girlfriend”‘s cum off his fingers, the others usually did too, lest they be called squeamish. The bigger men like Hassle competed over who could be the least squeamish — as long as they didn’t take it in the ass or swallow dick, they didn’t lose any face.
So Hassle actually liked sucking his bottom’s cum off his fingers. It wasn’t the first time he had done it. The taste was gross, the texture snotty, and his stomach rebelled, making him gag; but it was intense, visceral and so real he had craved it every moment he was behind bars. His limp dick twitched in Avery’s ass.
“Ugh, it’s nasty,” Hassle said with a laugh. But he jerked his fingers clean just the same. He was a little queasy when he was done, but it felt good. He let his cock flop out of Avery’s sensitive asshole. Cum spilled out too, onto the mattress. Hassle chuckled. “You got my mattress all nasty.”
Avery stood and stretched his legs. “I’ll put you in a new room,” he said, “if you promise to let me wake you up in the morning.”
Hassle frowned. “Nah. Not in the mornin’. This is my first night outta prison, man. I ain’t gettin’ up till noon.”
“Perfect. That’s when I get off duty. I’ll come in and wake you up with a mouth on your dick,” Avery said. He put his clothes back on. “There’s a cop on his way to get coffee, just so you know. He gets coffee here this time every morning. Don’t be scared.”
“I won’t. I’ll be sleepin’ sound as a pound, motherfucker, waitin’ for yo’ mouth to tell me it’s time to wake up,” Hassle said.