More from Angel

• The Twink’s Dominant Desires

  January 17, 2026

  I hosted a live stream challenge where followers voted on my next “victim.” Enter Jake, a closeted corporate type, messaging me after seeing my profile pic—a shirtless pose flexing my biceps, sweat glistening like dew. “Train me,” he begged in his bio, but I knew he meant more than weights. Our chats evolved into video sessions on a private platform, where I’d command him from my home gym, dressed in nothing but a jockstrap that strained against my throbbing cock.

  I cast him as my personal slave in a fantasy boot camp. “Drop and give me twenty,” I’d order, but instead of push-ups, he’d strip and edge himself on cam, his breaths ragged as I described pinning him down on the mat, my muscular thighs locking around his head, forcing him to rim my ass while I flexed above him. No limits pushed us into intense territories—fisting sessions where I’d guide him to stretch his hole with toys mirroring my fist, narrating every inch as if I were there, my voice a deep growl despite my twink charm. Trendy elements included wearable tech; we’d sync smart watches, my commands timed to his heart rate spikes, denying orgasm until he hit red zone.

  I imagined chaining him in a dungeon gym, whipping his back lightly with jump ropes, then fucking him raw, my cock breeding him deep while he begged for mercy. The twist? Jake was married to a man who suspected nothing, but I orchestrated a reveal—sending anonymous clips to his husband, igniting a firestorm that led to a threesome confrontation. In the heat, I dominated both, fisting Jake while his hubby watched, then switching to pound the husband, muscles rippling as I orchestrated their submission.

  Reality blurred when Jake flew in for a “training weekend.” We met at a high-end gym, locking the doors for privacy. I bench-pressed him metaphorically and literally—lifting him onto equipment, railing him against the mirrors, our reflections multiplying the ecstasy. Violent edges emerged: choking holds from wrestling moves, bites that drew blood, all consensual in our no-limits world.

  Now, Jake’s free, and we’re partners in crime.

• The Cum Collector

  December 29, 2025

  💖 Angel’s slender fingers danced across the keyboard, crafting the perfect ad for his unique proposition. With a click of the “post” button, his creation went live on the dark web, spreading like wildfire among the thrill-seeking fraternity of horny men. Minutes later, his inbox overflowed with hundreds of eager responses, each one a promise of creamy fulfillment.

  Without hesitation, Angel replied to the first batch with a cryptic address and a specific time, leaving the details to their imagination. He then spruced up his dimly lit apartment, laying a plush rug in the center of the room. With a mischievous grin, he dropped to his knees, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Tonight, he would be the cum collector extraordinaire. 🌈

  As the appointed hour drew near, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of Angel’s first client. He opened the door to reveal a towering, muscular man clad in a black leather jacket, his rugged features set with a determined glint. Without a word, the stranger shed his outerwear, revealing a chiseled, sweat-drenched torso beneath. 🍆

  Angel’s mouth watered at the sight, his cock already twitching with expectation. He ushered the man inside, leading him to the waiting rug. As they locked eyes, Angel’s hand reached out to unfasten the man’s belt, freeing his throbbing erection. The air was electric with tension as he wrapped his delicate fingers around the shaft, stroking it with a confident touch. 😈

  With a low growl, the man grasped Angel’s head, guiding him to take the first drooling kiss of his cum. As he bobbed his head, Angel’s tongue swirled around the sensitive glans, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. The man thrust forward, his heavy balls slapping against Angel’s chin as he deepthroated him with practiced ease. 💦

  Panting and shaking, the stranger tossed his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he erupted in a hot, sticky spray. Angel gulped down the first shot, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the semen coated his tongue. He continued to suckle greedily, milking the man for every last drop.

  As the flow slowed, Angel released the softening cock, a trail of cum connecting his lips to the man’s bushy pubes. His own arousal strained against the confines of his tight jeans, aching for its own release. With a wicked smile, he pushed the man onto his back and quickly shed his clothes, revealing a pert, hairless ass and a throbbing, purple cock. 🌈

  He crawled onto the rug, positioning his dripping hole above the stranger’s face. With a husky whisper, Angel impaled himself on the man’s eager tongue, moaning as the warm muscle probed his stretched entrance. The stranger suckled and licked with fervor, driving Angel closer to the edge with every thrust. 💖

  As the pressure built, Angel knelt forward, spreading his cheeks to reveal his puckered hole. He grasped his cock, stroking it in time with the stranger’s tongue, his back arching as the first wave of orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum painted the rug below, mingling with the previous load as Angel rode out his climax.

  Panting and spent, Angel slumped forward, his body trembling with satisfaction. The stranger, now fully clothed, wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. In this moment of afterglow, Angel knew he had found his calling as the ultimate cum collector – aching to be filled and drained again, and again, and again… 🌈💦