Jason finished his drink and stepped up onto the small platf..
🕑 Added 2022-11-15 02:01:05 +0000 UTC
Jason finished his drink and stepped up onto the small platform for his turn at getting measurements for the wedding. His soon to be father-in-law had offered to pay for Jason’s and his best men’s tuxedos and even wardrobes for the reception and Jason’s honeymoon. His father-in-law’s favorite tailor shop was elegant and very high end. It even provided expensive drinks and cigars for the younger men as they took turns getting measured. Jason and his friends were proud of their bodies, being workout partners and fitness enthusiasts, and spent most of their fittings half naked in only their underwear. The strong drinks made Jason feel relaxed and good as he stepped out from behind the changing area and stepped on to the platform.
“You always do an excellent job, Roberto,” Stanley, Jason’s soon to be father-in-law, sat back in the chair, smoking his cigar.
“I only work with what I have, sir. And you always provide me with the most exquisite specimens to work with,” the tailor replied as he made the final adjustments to the pants Jason was wearing.
Jason thought briefly that it was a weird statement but his mind felt so relaxed that he brushed it off. He stood shirtless on the podium as the smaller tailor took in another couple of centimeters on the waist of the form filling pants. He looked through the mirrors at Stanley. He found it hard to concentrate from the drinks but thought it was odd that his best man, Brandon, was sitting on the arm of the chair beside Stanley in only his black boxer briefs. The handsome fitness model’s eyes rolled back into his eyes as he inhaled the cigar smoke.
“For this pair, I have put in an extra feature at no change, sir, for being such a loyal customer,” Roberto added. “A concealed back entrance. It is completely hidden to the naked eye,” Roberto demonstrated as he ran his finger down the center steam in the back of the pants that was stretched over Jason’s plump behind.
The steam opened and a rush of cool air hit Jason’s firm behind.
“Roberto you are a genius,” Stanley proclaimed while puffing on his cigar.
Something wasn’t right, Jason thought. However, his mind was so foggy. Jason looked through the mirror at his friends for help. It was then he noticed Trevor and Skip were passed out on the couch, naked. The two straight studs were gripping each other's hard cocks. His eyes went to Brandon and found his best man siding on to his knees before Stanley.
“I know it is not professional, but sir, may I,” Roberto asked politely and nodded toward the muscle boy’s hairless ass.
“Oh, yes, you earn it,” Stanley slipped his whiskey.
“Oh thank you, sir,” the short, older man replied in glee.
Roberto then ran his fingers down between the exposed asscheeks toward Jason’s smooth hole. Jason moaned and stood on his bare toes as he felt a fat finger push into his hole. His eyes pleaded with Stanley and his friends through the mirror to make the older man stop. Stanley however just smiles at his muscle soon to be son-in-law’s discomfort. None of his friends were of any help as they laid mind fucked. Roberto moved his index finger in and out of the tight musclepussy, stroking the violet like insides.
“Oh, he is so tight, sir. A true thoroughbred,” Roberto proclaimed as he squeezed in a second finger.
Roberto’s face was eyes level with the thick muscle layered lats and traps. Jason could feel the man’s breath off his back as it sent chills through the thick, shredded muscles. Through the mirror, he saw his cock visibly harden in the tight pants which already tightly hugged his fat balls. Jason shifted on his bare feet as his cock grew more uncomfortable in the pants. He was humiliated that the small older man was making him so hard. His eyes once again pleaded with Stanley to make it stop but the older man just smiled back at him as he gripped Brandon’s dark hair and rubbed the masculine face against his crotch.
“Roberto, a leather harness would do very well with his trousers, don’t you think,” Stanley pulled out his cock and pushed into Brandon’s mouth, gagging the straight muscle boy.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Roberto pulled his fingers from Jason’s hole.
Jason’s relief however was short lived. Roberto stepped up on the small platform and wrapped his tape measure under the massive arms and around the huge pecs. He was so close that Jason could feel Roberto’s cock, through the tailor’s pants, pressing against his exposed ass. Roberto’s breath was heavy on Jason’s smooth back as he measured the oversized pecs. The tailor’s smaller hands brushed against Jason’s sensitive nipples, causing the younger man’s cock to throb more in the tight pants.
“Please stop, I’m straight,” Jason moaned.
Stanley laughed, causing Jason to turn and witness Brandon drooling and gagging on Stanley’s cock. Roberto continued to measure each huge, tattooed arm. Each massive biceps was as big as the older man’s head.
“Yes, yes, I have some exquisite leather that would look beautiful on the boys, sir,” Roberto said as he caressed Jason’s thick tattooed arms.
Jason’s head was spinning as his cock throb. He knew he and his friends were drugged but there was nothing he could do to stop the smaller man feeling him up, groping him. The last thing Jason heard before he collapsed into Roberto’s arms was Stanley’s laughter and Brandon’s gagging.
Clothes weren’t the only thing that Roberto fit younger men like Jason and his friends. When Jason awakened, he discovered himself and his three friends were hanging from their muscular arms. The three muscular younger men struggled but were unable to free themselves. Fear was in their handsome faces as their smooth, flawless muscles strained and covered in sweat as they struggled. Each straight stud was gagged with o rings that left their mouths open and unable to speak. Brandon wore a pair of backless black leather pants and a harness. His sculpted round ass was exposed. Trevor and Skip also wore leather harnesses, but also leather jockstraps. Lastly, Jason, the womanizing muscle stud who already cheated on Stanley’s daughter even before they were to wed, wore only a harness and a steel cock cage. Roberto, the master tailor, had fitted the muscular younger man’s impressive cock with the device that left it useless. Stanley was truly pleased with his personal tailor’s handy work.
In what would have been Jason’s bachelor party, the four womanizing, once arrogant muscle gods, were hanging helplessly on exhibit as Stanley’s rich friends groped, fondled and used them. Their masculine moans filled the room as each were fucked up their muscular asses.
