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Shawn stood from his ground and pound mounted position and stomped directly into Marc's abs. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Marc immediately cried out after the assault had left his abs tenderized, weak, and defenseless. Marc felt the pain and bruising throughout his abs, his pecs, and his jaw. He laid there on the mat in pain grimacing until he felt his hair being pulled. Shawn's indignant attitude towards Marc's reluctance to acknowledge his superiority continued as he pulled Marc up by the hair and twisted his body to be facing Shawn. Marc has nothing more than a sack of bone and muscle. With a hand under Marc's chin and the other holding his hair, Shawn pulled Marc's face up to his groin and stuck Marc's face directly into his cock and balls, "Feel and smell what a real alpha is," Shawn taunted. Shawn had thrust his hips forward into Marc's face so his bulging cock was pressing directly into Marc's eyes. Both men were drenched with sweat. Their compression shorts were soaked with their own sweat and the sweat of the other. Marc recoiled as he was forced to breathe in the aroma of Shawn's crotch: the aroma of mixed sweat, testosterone, natural pheromones, and wet lycra. "Admit that I owned your ass and this will end," Shawn again demanded as he rubbed Marc's face into his cock again. "I own you and you like this, don't you? You want this don't you? You want to suck my cock, big guy? Is that what you like?" Marc had never been so humiliated in his life before. He summoned all the he could and by putting a hand to support him on the ground and the other on Shawn's arm, he twisted his body and turned himself to the side free of the humiliation.

"What cock?" Marc was able to get out with a heavy exhale as he tried to breathe normally again. "Felt like nothing was there..."

Shawn flexed with eager rage, "Oh-ho! There is still some fight in this beast yet!" Shawn started to raise Marc's head while cranking his neck, "Not for long..."

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(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant ))

Shawn stood from his ground and pound mounted position and stomped directly into Marc's abs. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Marc immediately cried out after the assault had left his abs tenderized, weak, and defenseless. Marc felt the pain and bruising throughout his abs, his pecs, and his jaw. He laid there on the mat in pain grimacing until he felt his hair being pulled. Shawn's indignant attitude towards Marc's reluctance to acknowledge his superiority continued as he pulled Marc up by the hair and twisted his body to be facing Shawn. Marc has nothing more than a sack of bone and muscle. With a hand under Marc's chin and the other holding his hair, Shawn pulled Marc's face up to his groin and stuck Marc's face directly into his cock and balls, "Feel and smell what a real alpha is," Shawn taunted. Shawn had thrust his hips forward into Marc's face so his bulging cock was pressing directly into Marc's eyes. Both men were drenched with sweat. Their compression shorts were soaked with their own sweat and the sweat of the other. Marc recoiled as he was forced to breathe in the aroma of Shawn's crotch: the aroma of mixed sweat, testosterone, natural pheromones, and wet lycra. "Admit that I owned your ass and this will end," Shawn again demanded as he rubbed Marc's face into his cock again. "I own you and you like this, don't you? You want this don't you? You want to suck my cock, big guy? Is that what you like?" Marc had never been so humiliated in his life before. He summoned all the he could and by putting a hand to support him on the ground and the other on Shawn's arm, he twisted his body and turned himself to the side free of the humiliation.

"What cock?" Marc was able to get out with a heavy exhale as he tried to breathe normally again. "Felt like nothing was there..."

Shawn flexed with eager rage, "Oh-ho! There is still some fight in this beast yet!" Shawn started to raise Marc's head while cranking his neck, "Not for long..."