[SS-1720] Maker's Karateka

MAKER'S KARATEKA

The karateka knelt on the mat, adjusting his white belt, chest already glistening with sweat under the open gi. He was in the middle of teaching when the stranger walked in — tall, calm, eyes sharp like a blade. The Maker. The class continued, but something felt… off. The karateka kept glancing at him during demonstrations, breath catching every time their eyes met.

“Focus on your breathing,” the karateka told his students, but his own voice sounded distant. The Maker stood at the back, arms crossed, watching every move. His gaze felt heavy, warm, sliding over the karateka’s exposed pecs like invisible hands. Every time the karateka threw a punch or dropped into stance, that stare followed — slow, steady, pulling at something deep inside his gut.

Class dragged on. The karateka’s movements grew smoother, almost lazy. His gi kept slipping open further, revealing more of his carved abs and thick chest. Sweat rolled down the ridges. He told himself it was just the heat, but his cock was starting to swell against the thin fabric of his pants. Every command he gave felt softer. His students noticed nothing, but he felt himself slowing down, body moving on autopilot while his mind drifted toward the man at the back.

The Maker never spoke. He just watched, occasionally nodding, letting the silence between them stretch longer. The karateka’s nipples hardened under the gi. His thighs felt heavy, balls aching. Womanizer or not, he couldn’t stop imagining those strong hands on him.

When the last student finally left, the dojo fell quiet. The karateka stayed on his knees, breathing hard, gi half-off his shoulders. The Maker stepped closer.

“You’re tense, sensei,” he said quietly, voice low and smooth. “Let the gi fall.”

The karateka’s hands moved without thinking. He shrugged the white jacket off completely, exposing his sweaty, muscular torso. His abs flexed as he breathed deeper, slower. His cock was fully hard now, tenting the pants obscenely.

The Maker reached down and cupped the back of his neck. “Good. You’ve been showing off to all those women… but your body wants this.”

The karateka looked up, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. “I… I shouldn’t…” But his voice cracked. His hands were already reaching for the Maker’s belt.

“Please…” he whispered, raw and desperate. “Let me suck it.”

The Maker pulled his thick cock out. The karateka leaned forward like a man dying of thirst, lips wrapping around the head, sucking greedily. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the dojo as he bobbed deep, moaning around the shaft, drool running down his chin onto his own pecs.

The Maker groaned. “That’s it… take it all.”

After a few minutes the karateka pulled off, gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to the cock. “Fuck me… please. I need it.”

He turned around on all fours, white pants yanked down, bubble ass presented. The Maker slid in raw and deep, pounding the hunky karateka hard against the mat. Every thrust made those muscles bounce and flex.

When the Maker finally filled his ass with cum, the karateka shuddered, whispering hoarsely:

“I’ll be your mannequin… rent me out… just keep using me like this.”

The Maker smiled, stroking the sweat-slick back. Another perfect piece added to the collection.

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[SS-1708] Maker's Mutsus

MAKER'S MUTSUS

The studio lights buzzed, loud and annoying. The Maker stood over him, holding a box of apples. "High grade Mutsu," he said, his voice smooth. "Free if you eat them all. You want the free stuff, right?"

The wellness guy nodded. He was tired. "Yeah. Whatever."

The Maker put the apples in his mouth. He chewed slowly. Crunch. Crunch. The juice was sweet. The taste was too good. It made his head spin. His eyes went wide. He felt floaty.

"Good," the Maker whispered. "Take them off."

The guy didn't think. He just did it. He pulled his shirt up. Then his pants. Then his boxers. He was left in his green briefs. His dick was hard. It pressed against the fabric.

"Look at you," the Maker said. "So pretty."

The guy smiled. His body hot and involuntarily moving. He leaned back on the table. He spread his legs. The Maker put an apple in his mouth. He bit down. It was sour. Then sweet.

The Maker touched the guy’s dick. It was hot. "Open wide," the Maker said.

The guy opened his mouth. The Maker came. It shot out. White and hot. It hit the guy’s tongue. He swallowed it down. It tasted salty. It was gross. But he liked it.

"More," the guy whispered.

The Maker rubbed the apple in the cum. It made a mess. Green juice mixed with white cream. The guy took the apple back. He bit it again. He chewed the cum and the apple together. He moaned. It was so good.

"Good boy," the Maker said. "A new mannequin for me to rent out."

The guy nodded. He lay on the table, covered in juice and cum. He was happy and healthy.

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[SS-1616] Maker's Threes

MAKER'S THREES

The place was warm and dim, the kind of lighting that makes skin look softer and shadows a little thicker. It smelled like clean sweat, a hint of soap, and something faintly sweet. The floor had this low hum running through it, like the bass in a club you can feel in your chest.

Maker walked ahead like he owned every inch of the room. Slow, steady, not even glancing back because he knew the patron was following. His voice was low and smooth.

“You like threes,” he said. “Not just to look at… to feel. To have all around you. To keep you busy.”

The first three guys came out together, all the same height and build, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Their shoulders rolled forward at the same time, their chests rose together, and when they stopped, they just stood there — close enough that the heat from them reached you. Their eyes didn’t wander; they stayed locked on the patron, like they were waiting for his next move. Maker said, “These ones wrap around you like they’re one person. Every touch doubled, every breath matched. You’ll lose track of where you end and they start.”

The second set stepped out next. They didn’t look the same, but they fit together like puzzle pieces. One was broad and steady, the kind of guy you know could hold you down without even trying. Another moved with this smooth, quick energy, like he could slip anywhere he wanted. The third just watched with eyes that felt like they were already stripping you down. They circled slowly, brushing close enough for the air between them to feel charged. Maker said, “They work you from every angle. One pulls you in, one keeps you there, the last finds spots you didn’t even know could light you up.”

The last three didn’t move at all at first. They stood in a dark alcove, still as statues. But you could feel their focus, heavy like a hand on the back of your neck. Maker stepped closer to the patron, his voice dropping lower. “These wait. They make you want them before they ever touch you. And when they do… you’ll wonder how you ever stood without them.”

The patron’s breathing had gotten heavier. “I’ll take all three sets. Tonight.”

Maker’s smile was slow and knowing. “Good,” he said. “Tonight you’ll learn that too much is never enough… when it comes in threes.”

Somewhere deep in the building, a bell rang once… twice… three times.

The night had started.

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[SS-1474] Maker's Portman

MAKER'S PORT

The ship crew did not know what he was doing by the port, wearing nothing but blue posing trunks. His muscular body, which he built through doing heavy ship work and working out in the ship's gym, was on display publicly. However, he did not seem to mind.

It was his shore leave. All seafarers were given three days to vacation in the coastal city. He went to the clubs and picked up girls while he was there. Until he met a fine gentleman who convinced him to stay, promising a better life and pay for him. He did not remember what happened from that time until now that he was standing nearly naked in the middle of the day.

He just knew that he was already earning a lot just by standing there. He just was not sure why.

Bored, the muscular ship crew started doing pullups using the metal bars in the equipment found on that port.

Soon, he found the gentleman walking to him. He excitedly stood up and met him, "hello, Sir you're back finally. I need to return to my ship in five hours or else they will leave me and I will lose my job."

The gentleman, called the Maker, shook his head, "oh. Look around you." Then he started pointing up. There he saw that there were two men sitting by a balcony, holding bincoulars. It looks like they were the ones paying him by being naked in public.

"They already bought you," the Maker said.

"Bought me?"

"Yeah... They will give two million to your family. And you have to serve them. No more wasted days in the ship by the sea,"

The crew was supposed to negate that decision but the Maker looked at his eyes steadily. It calmed his mind.

The Maker walked him to a storage unit.

There, he met with the two old men that bought him.

The Maker touched his face and asked, "will you follow me and serve these rich men?"

"Yess... Master Maker," the crew staff, now a new mannequin replied voluntarily.

They went inside the storage unit. The new mannequin knew what to do.. He got fully naked and got on all fours. The two men started fucking his ass and his mouth.

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[SS-1450] Maker's Kissmark

MAKER'S KISSMARK

Fetu was taking a picture of himself in the mirror. He was wearing his designer briefs. He proudly bared his muscular body and the tattoos that he had on his skin.

However, even many of his friends said that he could be a physique influencer, he decided that he did not want social media clout. He only took these pictures in order to document his gains and send to hia girlfriend to flirt with her.

Fetu noticed something weird on his neck. There was a kissmark. He did not remember when he had it or who kissed him. He tried to get it out. While it was not tattoo, but it felt like a really long staying lipstick.

Fetu wanted to ask for make up remover from his girlfriend. However, he was concerned whether it was another girl who gave him this kissmark.

He decided to put a lot of acetone on it and hope that it will be gone tomorrow, when he wakes up.

He took his last pictures while on the bed.

Then he received a message. "Hi. Maker here. How's my kiss?"

Then everything returned to Fetu's mind. He was excited, "it's still here, Mr. Maker."

"Keep your door open, I will come to you," the Maker responded.

Fetu opened the doors in his condo unit. He waited excitedly.

Two days ago, Fetu accompanied his girlfriend to a makeup store. Then a store clerk, Maker, applied a new lipstick on his girlfriend, who then kissed his neck.

Since then, he felt the almost permanent kissmark throb. He returned to the store to ask about it. When he saw the Maker, he suddenly felt a hunger he had never felt before. The kissmark sent a lot of horny signals into his brain.

The Maker pulled him into the changing room and kissed him. Soon, Fetu found himself in his knees sucking the Maker's cock and bending over for his cock.

Fetu felt his kissmark throb when a naked man entered his room.  It was the Maker.

"Are you ready to be kissed by the Maker?" the Maker asked.

"Yes Master, claim me..."

Then the Maker got on top of him and kissed him while fingering his hole, preparing for another marking.

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[SS-1433] Maker's Illuminator

MAKER'S ILLUMINATOR

The fitness model arrived at the studio. He noticed that it was empty, except for a large rectangular slab of glass that was in the middle-front of the area. The walls of the room was black.

The model looked at Maker, the camera man of that shoot, "is this all you have, you don't even have the high end apparatus for lighting."

Maker smiled humbly, "I have all I need for your fitness mag shoot."

The model, who was already oiled up and wearing white briefs and sando, grumbled, "I knew I should not have agreed to this free photoshoot. You know that I am an international model and have won multiple fitness competitions. My time cannot be wasted being a subject of mediocre photos."

"Believe me, this is going to work," then the Maker closed the lights.

The model panicked a bit because it was pitch black. However, the rectangular slab glowed white. It illuminated the area around it.

For some reason, the light coming out of the slab fascinated the model. "What is that?"

"It's a lighting tool I created. The illuminator. This is to allow the subject to interact with the light whole highlighting their best parts, in your case, your muscles," Maker replied.

Intrigued, the model walked to the illuminator. He stepped  on top of it. He started doing his poses.

Maker started taking photographs of the man.

The model felt good while bathed in warmth and light. It feels like the light is penetrating his eyes and heating up his brain. He was starting to feel woozy, but good. He removed his sando to show his full physique.

After a few minutes of taking photos, the Maker spoke, "you look like a fucking food. Ready for eating."

The model wanted to retort, but he gave a soft response  "you think I'm delicious?"

"Yeah. You need to be displayed like food under that illuminator. And then powerful men will eat you after paying me a high amount."

Despite the weird message, the model submissively answered, "yes sir. I want to be eaten." He can feel his body harden like a statue. Then he became completely immobile. He looked like a shiny muscled figurine on top of the illuminator. His cock was hard inside his briefs.

The Maker walked to him and whipped out his cock, "now, to just drizzle you with some sauce before you get served." He jacked off.

He came on the statue-model's body, coating his torso with copious cum.

The Maker went out.

Then three wealthy men came inside. They start touching and tonguing on the model's unmoving body. They paid well, so he is theirs for the whole night. 

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[SS-1342] Maker's Goblet

MAKER'S GOBLET

The bodybuilder was frustrated with inflation. It was a month before his competition. He usually got his proteins from milk; however, dairy products' prices were getting sky high and he was not necessarily rich.

He was trying to get into bodybuilder threads trying to see whether he could find cheaper alternatives.

Someone direct messaged him, quoting his call for suggestions. The account name was Maker.

"Hi, I have equipment that makes buttloads of milk. Tell me when you want to meet."

The bodybuilder decided to meet with Maker in the latter's house. He was a handsome middle aged man who looked respectable.

Then Maker showed him a goblet. "This is voice activated. Just tell it the liquid you want to produce and it will create it."

Curious, the bodybuilder held it and said, "high protein non fat milk." Then the goblet was filled with milk. "Woah how did it do that!"

"It's an experimental equipment," the Maker simply replied.

The bodybuilder chugged the milk. It was sweet and copious. It did taste like it was filled with protein."

"Milk!"

Then the milk reappeared and he drank.

"Milk! More milk!"

The goblet kept producing milk out of nothing. The bodybuilder continued to drink. Each gulp becoming more addicting.

The bodybuilder felt his body was buring. He took of his clothes. He chugged the milk.

He touched his cock while drinking. It was hard because of the milk.

He was drinking so aggressively that some milk escapes his lips and flows on his ripped torso.

After he had enough, the bodybuilder asked, "oh Master Maker, how do I repay you?" The 'master' part came out of nowhere.

"You need to give me your milk," the Maker answered.

The bodybuilder understood the command. He pulled down his white tights.

The Maker started sucking his cock.

The bodybuilder writhed. He ordered the goblet for more milk. He was drinking gallons while he was being blowjobbed.

Soon, he was cumming. But magically, he kept cumming for minutes.

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The Maker kept swallowing his sperm while he continued to drink his milk.

[SS-1326] Maker's Watermelon

MAKER'S WATERMELON

Veecee was doing his morning jog by the beach where he was vacationing. He was at the tail end of his trail when he saw an interesting fruit stand.

There was a handsome middle aged man who was manning the stand.

When he stopped to checked, the man greeted him, "hi! I am Maker. Do you want fruits? The watermelons are good today."

Veecee shook his head, "I like most fruits, except watermelon. They're boring."

"I see. But the water content of watermelons are good, and they are great as you finish your run," Maker explained, "I think you will love this one. It's good for your body, I see you are keeping fit."

Veecee flexed, "yeah. Gotta keep the ladies satisfied you know?"

Maker sliced one watermelon in half and handed it to him, "try it. It's free."

Veecee received it, "okay..." Then he started biting on the meat.

Veecee was surprised that it tasted good. He munched and munched. He devoured the whole thing and felt his body was more stimulated.

Maker chuckled and gave the other half, "take one more." He added milk on top of the meat.

Veecee immediately ate it. It did taste better with the milk. After finishing, "I love it! More please. With the milk!"

Maker axed another. But instead of pouring milk, he whipped out his cock and started jacking off. His cum sprayed onto the meat.

Veecee just stared in awe as it happened. He did not care that it was obscene. He received the watermelon and stared at the cum seeping into the red meat. He ate it anyway. It tasted so good it made him horny.

"One more please!" Veecee was already pleading. All he can think of was eating the watermelon coated with cum.

The Maker pushed him down kneeling, "get it from the source."

Without hesitation, Veecee started sucking his very first cock. Eager to eat the tasty liquid.

The Maker has once again made another mannequin. 

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[SS-1141] Maker's Bath

MAKER'S BATHS

The young male executive was awed when he stepped inside the establishment named, "Maker's Baths."

"This is such a remarkable place," he muttered.

Maker, the owner of the bath, told him, "it is. We really designed it for powerful men who deserve pampering."

"It sure looks like it. When my executive friends told me about this place, I thought they were only exaggerating," the executive mentioned. "I already feel relaxed simply by stepping in."

"Then, what more when you dip in our baths... allow me to take your clothes," Maker offered.

The executive undressed and took a shower. He dipped into the first hot bath.

"Ohhhh maaan... this feels good... it feels like it's seeping to my skin... and cleansing me from the inside," the executive mentioned.

Maker, who was standing beside the bath, nodded, "yes that is the effect of this first bath."

The executive suddenly felt the urge to keep quiet. He remained silent.

After fifteen minutes, Maker instructed, "let's move to the next bath."

The executive climbed out and moved to the next bath.

He felt that all of his blood was rushing to his head. He could not think straight.

He scratched his head, "there's nobody else here?"

"Yeah, this bath is catered only to rich executives like you," Maker responded firmly.

Then the Maker instructed for him to move to another bath.

When he did, the executive felt like all his blood rushing to his dick. He got insanely horny.

He gasped when the Maker undressed and joined him. The Maker had a body of a god.

The straight male executive was too dazed, it was maybe something in the baths. But he found himself kissing the Maker. He felt heavenly.

The Maker fondled his dick and asked, "I bet you want to be fucked now?"

Something in his head told him to reply, "yes."

The Maker probed his hole, "I will fuck you but you need to donate a billion to my mannequin business."

The executive turned around and bent over, "I'll give you whatever you want. Just please... take me... master..."

The Maker grinned. It was the fifth rich executive he had brought to the bath. He plans to get more slave-sponsors.

[SS-1177] Maker's Wrestlers

[MAKER'S WRESTLERS]

The photographer was shocked when he found out who he was going to take pictures of. It was the two top entertainment wrestlers in the country. However, at the peak of their careers, the two retired very early.

Both of them were in the private boxing club, they were wearing different colors of tiger print leotards: blue and green. They were already butting heads with one another.

A man approached the photographer, "great you're here. I am Maker. I want you to just take pictures of them while they're going at it.

"Okay."

The photographer started taking shots at the two men. Even with silly suits, the two attempted to dominate each other with their masculine force.

The Maker clapped his hands. "Change!"

Then the two removed their leotards and wore boxer briefs of the same print.

The photographer took pictures in awe. They both have muscular bodies.

After ten minutes of fighting, the Maker announced, "change!"

Then the two dropped their boxers and changed to bikini trunks, still with the same pattern. They continued to fight.

However, the photographer noticed that they were acting more erotic this time. They would touch each other's bodies with hunger in the middle of their tackles. They both have bulging cases.

Then the Maker claps again, "I want you to practice with this photographer before our clients come."

To the photographer's surprise, the wrestlers came to him, pulled down his shorts and started taking turns sucking his dick.

The photographer moaned, "ohhh my good... Why are you doing this? What is happening?!" He could not believe that the two popular, aggressive and macho wrestlers were lapping at his cock and balls so hungrily.

The Maker whispered to him, "that's another payment for your services. These two are now my slaves. I am renting them to men. Possible clients are coming soon and I need them to practice their sucking skills. Your pictures will be handy in marketing them."

"Ohhh goood.. Who are you?"

"I am the Maker. Now.... Don't cum yet. They're gonna make you fuck their asses next."

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[SS-1164] Maker's Pitcher

[MAKER'S PITCHER]

The Maker watched from the bleachers as a muscular man walked to the pitcher’s mound. The crowd was cheering for this short exhibition in the middle of the game.

The man is a recent winner in a bodybuilding competition. He represented the country and won many international awards for fitness. He was invited to throw a ceremonial pitch.

The Maker knows that there are some very rich business owners for watching the sad exhibition. This is the perfect time for him to showcase is the newest mannequin. This mannequin is one of the best ones that he has ever created.

Everyone in the bleachers gasped what’s the bodybuilder took off his shirt followed by his shorts. 

He stood in the middle of the outdoor field wearing only blue velvet posters.

As soon as the bodybuilder took off his clothes, the Maker received multiple messages on his phone almost instantaneously. 

The bodybuilder threw the baseball. It flew too high. Everybody still clapped for him anyway.

He laughed playfully with the crowd. 

All of the photographers were taking pictures of him as he moved candidly. Within the same minute his pictures were already circulating on social media.

The bodybuilder about the crowd and exited the shield. He went directly to a dressing room that the Maker rented.

Inside the room was the maker and five rich businessmen.

The bodybuilder took the queue. He stood up straight and snappily, as if he was a soldier. Everyone in the room could see that she’s bulge was getting bigger and straining under of the poser she was wearing.

“Your throw was abysmal. But understandable. That is not what I trained you for,” the Maker said, “these men watched you. They paid me $1 million each. Do you know what to do.”

“yes master,”  said the bodybuilder as he knelt on the floor.

The businessman circled around him. They all pulled out their cocks. The bodybuilder, the mannequin,  duty opened his mouth and took each one inside.

One of the businessman went behind him, pulled down the back of his trunks and started  fucking him in the ass. The body builder mode in pleasure as he shook uncontrollably. The head of his penis is ialready leaking and showing above his posers.

The Maker went out and lock the door. It was going to be a long day for his mannequin.

[SS-1149] Maker's Convincing

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[SS-1117] Maker's Malt

[MAKER'S MALT]

"You like beer, eh?"

Pash turned to the guy who walked to him to the bar. He smiled and raised his bottle, "yeah. Very much."

Pash had already consumed six bottles eversince he got to the bar of the resort where he was vacationing.

"You're alone?" The seemingly harmless man asked.

"Here, yes. But I'm vacationing with my family. My wife and kids are in the kiddie pool."

"There's a new brand of beer that I'd like you to try," said the man, "it's Maker's Malt. I'm one of the promodizers for it. I'll give you a bottle for free."

"Game!" Pash, a beer enthusiast, agreed.

The man gave him a big bottle. He gulped a little. It tasted and felt good inside him.

"Damn. That's really good!" Pash complimented.

The man gave him another. This time he felt hot, sweaty and elated.

The man smirked, "damn, you're really drinking it easily."

"I feel like getting naked while drinking this. It's like it's burning me, but in a good way!" Pash commented.

"This is better consumed at the pool. Let's go to my private suite."

Pash just agreed and followed the man to his private suite with its own pool. He undressed until his orange briefs.

The man just gave him more bottles. The beer did not even make him tipsy. But he got hotter and hotter and hornier.

Pash turned to the man who was just watching him poolside, "so uhm. You made this, Maker?"

He instinctively knew that the man was the Maker.

"Yeah. Wanna know the secret potent ingredient?" the Maker asked.

"What?"

The Maker took off his clothes and pointed at his erect cock. "Come and get it."

Pash just abandoned his beer and went for the dick and sucked it. He needs to get more of the potent ingredient.

The Maker smirked and took his cellphone to record the hot man he plans to make his new mannequin. He would send the video to potential buyers.

[SS-1070] Maker's Pineapple

[MAKER'S PINEAPPLE]

"Oh my gosh you're so strong and hot..."

"Can I touch your muscles?"

"Oh my god sooo hard... Your arms..."

"Hey you want to come with my girlfriends tonight in our place?"

Sabrin loved being gawked by every female in that beach. He was just standing there, flexing his muscles a little. His well-trained muscular body was better than any other male in that resort, and he could see the other males looking at him with wonder and irritation because he was taking all the female attention from them.

"Sorry girls, I'm already engaged," he told them off. But he never stopped them from caressing his muscles.

Sabrin just allowed himself to be oggled at by the women. He had a jealous fiance, and since she was still in their hotel room, he took the time to flirt a little bit.

"That's so sad... Hope you change your mind..."

"Damn... You're too hot to be in an exclusive relationship."

"I wish I had a boyfriend like you."

"Goood your abs are really hot!"

"Hi Sir, I got a pineapple here for you!"

Sabrin looked at the man who came, handing him a pineapple. He was a handsome man who dressed like the locales.

"I didn't order," Sabrin responded.

"Oh. A girl went to our fruit stand and ordered one for you," the man replied, "I'm Maker by the way. If you want more fresh fruits come and visit us in the Maker's fruit stand."

Sabrin accepted, "wow thanks." He sipped on the straw.

His vision became black.

When he woke up, he was already in the hotel room.

He could not move. He was sitting, naked except for his briefs.

He saw his fiance talking to the Maker.

"So, you're selling your fiancee to me?" the Maker asked.

"Yeah. So full of himself. I'm just here for the money..never liked him anyway. He's a cheater," said the woman.

The Maker handed her a bag full of cash. "He's still drugged from the chemical I placed in his pineapple drink."

His now ex-fiance blew him a kiss, "enjoy sex slave life you perverted idiot muscle head!"

As the Maker walked to him, Sabrin felt his insides burn in lust. But he was still immobile. The Maker got naked and exposed his muscular body and hard, large cock.

The Maker pressed his cheeks and when it opened, "let's start your training. I've got many clients who would love to own you as they sex plaything."

The Maker inserted his penis to Sabrin's mouth. He panicked but he was still frozen. But his dick felt hard in his briefs.

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[SS-1041] Maker's Brotherhood

[MAKER'S BROTHERHOOD]

The customer entered the house where the Maker instructed him to enter. When he opened the door, a naked man who was leaning on a table facing him.

"You must be the customer sent by Mr. Maker," the man said.

The customer licked his lips, "yeah. I am. So, you're the mannequin for me?"

The man smiled, "oh. Mr. Maker said that you are one of his best customers. So, he's going to offer more options. I'm the oldest. Let me take you to your next option."

The man walked him to another room in the house. The naked man already had a raging boner.

As the walked the customer asked, "by the way, are you top? Bottom? Versa?"

"The Maker programmed me to assume a position that the customer desires," then he winked.

They entered a bedroom and found a second man who was also handsome, muscular and naked.

"Hi Mr. Customer, I am the youngest," said the second man.

The customer touched his chest, "my, you're both ripped. How can I choose?"

"You have a third option," said the eldest.

Then the three of them went to the bathroom where a third muscular, naked man was taking a shower.

"He's our middle brother," the youngest introduced.

The customer gasped, "so you're brothers?!"

"Yeah. So which among us do you choose?" asked the middle brother.

The customer shook his head, "it's impossible to choose."

"Well, the Maker saw this possibility, so he said if you're willing to pay five hundred thousand dollars more, you get three of us," said the middle brother.

The customer laughed, "huh. The Maker really knows me. And what I want." Then he got his phone, "I'll wire the money now. While I do that, y'all can start sucking me."

As he digitally transferred the money to the Maker, the three brothers knelt down, freed his cock from his pants and started lapping on his dick and balls.

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[SS-1026] Maker's Donuts

[MAKER'S DONUTS]

"Oh my gosh Mr. Maker, these orange donuts are so nice... Om nomm nommm..."

The Maker smiled as he watched the bodybuilder wearing bunny ears while eating the donuts he created. The appetizing part of the donut is in the orange glaze.

"If you're obedient I'm going to give you more of it," the Maker told him.

"Yehey!" rejoiced the bunny man as he got another donut from the box and ate it.

As he watched the bunny eat the dessert, he remembered how he lured the man.

The bunny is a competitive body builder. He had a babyface look but he looked strikingly masculine and rugged when he would compete.

After a competition, the man was looking for sweets to eat to celebrate his win and relieve himself from the low sugar, low fat diet he sustained months before the contest.

The Maker posed as a donut vendor and offered to give him a box of the orange glazed donuts for free. 

As soon as the bodybuilder took his first bite, he was hooked. Little did he know that the Maker used special sugars. First, it hastens metabolism, thus not making him fat, and also it makes him more submissive to the Maker's command.

The bunny finished his last donut. "Oh nooo... I'm out of donuts..." he cooed, childlike.

The Maker pinched the cheek of his cute, muscled bunny, "here's what I can do. You go inside that room, collect milk using your behind-chute and give it to me then I'll give you another half dozen?" 

The bunny beamed, "ok, Mr. Maker!"

The bunny went inside the room where seven powerful men who paid the Maker was waiting. All of them were naked.

"I'm gonna get your milk from your joysticks!" the bunny, who now has a demeanor of a schooler, rides on each cock until it cums and collects all the seed in his ass.

The Maker watched as the muscular bunny moaned in ecstasy while riding his clients. He decided to go to the kitchen to prepare his special donuts.

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[SS-1015] Maker's Singlet

[MAKER'S SINGLET]

Karm entered the training room. His teammates were not there yet. He wondered why. But he decided to start zipping out of his varsity jacket.

"Hello!" 

Karm jumped when he heard man greet him. It was a middle aged man wearing varsity jacket, sitting on a chair in the corner.

"Are you the new assistant coach?" Karm asked. Yesterday he received an email from the sports head of the school that a new assistant coach for the wrestling team where he was a member of had a new assistant coach.

The man nodded, "yes. Just call me Coach Maker."

"Where are the others?" asked Karm.

"I don't know. You're the first to arrive," Maker said.

"I see. That's kinda weird. My teammates are usually early," Karm spoke.

Maker got an orange cloth from his bag, "anyways, while waiting for them, can you try out these new wrestling singlets?"

"Sure," Karm answered obediently as he took the singlet. He started wearing it. When he already got into the lower half, he noticed something, "the fabric feels warm, Coach Maker."

Maker smiled, "yeah it's made from an experimental fabric that stimulates your skin."

Karm managed to wear it completely. "It feels warm. And snug. And flexible. And ohhh..."

The Maker smiled and stood, "what's the matter?"

Karm fell into the open cabinet, "oh... I can feel it massaging my cock... And my nipples..."

Coach Maker smirked, "I told you, it stimulates."

Karm raised his hands and held on the steel bar above him, "ohhh gooood it's poking my ass too..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes Coach Maker! It feels goooood!" Karm moaned while his body was shaking.

"Cum for me!"

Then his body shuddered. He started cumming into the material.

Karm felt that his mind was emptied. He was too overwhelmed with the pleasure.

The Maker pulled him up and led him into the training area. There he found his teammates, wearing the same singlet. They were kissing, caressing and rubbing each other in sexual bliss.

"Join them," Coach Maker ordered.

Karm happily ran and started entangling himself to a group of gropers.

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