Mr. Bradshaw has a few Words... Part 01

For some reason Zack knew something was off. His friend Devon had texted, ‘Come over.’ It was a simple text message, from his friend. But everything about it seemed to tell him that it wasn’t normal. Yet, the more Zack thought about it, the more normal it became. Maybe it was because it was so short. Or maybe it was because Zack was actually listening to it but something still felt off.

Zack drove up the driveway to the large two story house. He leaned his head back looking at the near mansion. “What’s wrong with me today…” he wondered. Again, something felt off. Yet nothing at all.

He walked up to the large wooden doors and knocked. The knock echoed through the large house. Zack waited impatiently until the doors finally opened. However, it didn’t feel like it was Devin on the other side of the door.

“Hello Mr. Bradshaw,” Zack said. He forced an overexaggerated fake smile and looked straight ahead. But his eyes were only looking at the other man’s chest. Slowly he tilted his head back to look at Mr. Bradshaw. That’s when it tilted to the side. Something seemed off again. ‘So big…’

It was a thought that everyone had whenever they saw him. Even if Zack had been over nearly 100 times, every time he’d see Mr. Bradshaw the thought would fill his mind. And it was hard not to. He stood a good head taller than even tall guys. At 6’8” and probably approaching 350 pounds, mostly muscle, he towered over even the biggest of men. Clothes had to be specially made to fit his body. But between his legs there always seemed to be a bulge.

“You call me sir.”

“Yes sir!” Zack felt his body snap to attention. ‘What the hell was that?!’ Never in his life had Zack called a man sir. And then there was so much respect behind it as well. He tried to ignore it. “Is Devin home?”

“He is. He’s finishing a workout. And once he’s done you can see him.”

“Right,” Zack had somehow forgotten just how serious Devin took working out. Though it made sense with how large of a father he had. He probably had a bit of a complex. Even if he did tower over damn near everyone, just like his father.

“You can wait with me in the living room,” Mr. Bradshaw said. They walked through the large mansion to the living room. Each and every one of the ceilings was vaulted past 10 feet. Probably to make Mr. Bradshaw feel like he was a normal sized person. But all it did was make Zack feel small. He wasn’t the littlest guy around, but compared to these giants he might as well have been one of the guys he had bullied in high school.

Zack stood in the doorway of the kitchen and living room. “Sir,” it still felt disgusting to say, “maybe I should go wait in Dustin’s room.”

“Nonsense. You’ve never done that before.”

“But… I… But…” On a conscious level, Zack knew that wasn’t true. He’d never hung around Mr. Bradshaw. However, none of those memories were entering his mind. Zack tried to think of a time, a time he knew he waited in Devin’s room, but not a single one came. “That can’t be right.”

“Of course it is. I mean, I’ve got your favorite seat in the house right here,” Mr. Bradshaw pat his legs.

Zack’s body squirmed at the suggestion. He felt a pull go sit on the other man’s lap. “What the fuck..?” He looked over at Mr. Bradshaw sitting with a smirk on his face. Zack’s face twisted skeptically. “SIR! What the fuck’s going on!”

Mr. Bradshaw let out a bit of a laugh. “It sure is hard to sound disrespectful when you call someone sir.” He shifted his weight on the couch, more to relieve the pressure that had been building between his legs. “But rules are rules. It’s pretty simple, I can change whatever I want, but at least one other person has to hear it. And if it’s a person, that I change, that specific person has to hear it as well. Of course if they realize something’s wrong and ask me about it, I’m required to tell them. Of course all I have to say is, you love the changes I make. Or don’t think about anything that I say too much, you know it’s always been that way.”

“Huh? Oh yeah,” a hand went behind Zack’s head as he rubbed his neck softly. He wasn’t sure why he shouted. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Mr. Bradshaw said. He kicked up his bare feet onto the coffee table. They were absolutely massive. Near as big a Zack’s forearm. “I know you get really testy when I don’t let you worship my feet.”

“Sir?”

Zack stayed in the area between the kitchen and the living room. His body was pulling himself in Mr. Bradshaw’s direction, but something was telling him to just walk away. Go anywhere else. But then there were those feet. Each one was so big. He could run his fingers all the way up, massage the bottom of them, lick those toes. Mr. Bradshaw rarely wore shoes. It was almost always sandals to show off their impressive nature.

“Yes?”

The single word took Zack out of his daze. He didn’t know how long he’d been staring, but he could feel his hand generously working his cock. Even though his pants, he was rubbing up and down the shaft. “I’m not gay,” he finally said. There was a clear sign of indignation in his voice.

“Never said you were. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see the way you look at me. Ever since you graduated it got all the more obvious.”

“Sir?”

“You don’t want to play coy anymore.” The instant Zack heard the sentence his body rushed over to Mr. Bradshaw’s and went down to his knees. Zack’s mouth opened wide as he suckled on the big toe right in front of him. “That’s a good boi… You like being a good boi. Don’t you?”

“Mmmhmmm…” Zack moaned. The jock was still more focused on the feet right in front of his face. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel those strong limbs.

“And a good boi doesn’t lie…”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Then tell me, was it your idea to lock that guy in the closet til the weekend was over?”

For a moment Zack stopped. His hands were still running up and down the big feet in front of him, but his mind was distracted by the event Mr. Bradshaw had just mentioned. “You… You heard about that?”

“Of course I did. The dean called me himself. He can’t go around having some of his star athletes harassing people, now can he?”

“N-N-No sir…”

“Exactly. If you go arounds harassing people, it’ll give the school a bad name. So why don’t you tell me who it was,” Mr. Bradshaw said. Zack felt a shiver run down his spine. His body was acting all sorts of weird but he didn’t want to say. He tried to pretend not to notice and went back to worshipping the feet in front of him. “Hmmm…” Mr. Bradshaw smiled. “You know, you say you’re not gay but the first thing you always noticed about me was my cock. You stare at it so intently that I can’t help but think that you want it inside you. Right? You want my cock buried deep inside you.”

‘Oh God yes!’ Zack felt himself moan. His body almost reached out for that. He felt a strong tingle down in his asshole. ‘My favorite seat…’ Mr. Bradshaw had released the rod. ‘Will it fit..?’ was the first question that filled Zack’s mind. Zack had barely let a finger touch his sensitive anus but this was at least as thick as a beer can and looked to be near 10 inches. Maybe longer. Hard all the way through. Zack tried to shake the thought out of his mind.

“Of course it’ll fit. Mouth or anus. And you’ll love it all the way through. At least 5 times better than the best sex you’ve ever had. Just seeing it almost feels like sex itself. But you can’t finish. Not until I tell you to. So, who was it?”

Zack crawled over on all fours to greet it. His mind was so rattled with sex, that he couldn’t think about anything else. His cock had gone stiffer than it had ever been. Every muscle in his body twisted and turned as it desired more. Writhing in the presence of the impressive cock. “It… It wasn’t me,” Zack stood up and stripped out of his clothes. Even the brief moment where his shirt went over his head, he felt like an eternity away from the other man.

“Of course it wasn’t you. So who was it?”

It was so hard for Zack to think. His mind was bouncing all over the place. He slid onto his favorite seat and found that it fit perfectly. Every one of his smooth muscles relaxed as the massive cock slid into him. It filled every inch of his insides, pressing hard against its walls. At least five times better than the best sex he’d ever had. His own throbbed with excitement and joy. Each second felt better than the last. Yet, he couldn’t come.

He was hoping for some kind of post high clarity. The ability to actually think his way out of the situation, but his libido was in control. Even for a 21 year old his horniness was off the charts. He was actively masturbating the other man with his asshole. And it felt good.

“Hmmm… You really are enjoying yourself,” Mr. Bradshaw said. Even with the large amount of blood used to fill his dick, he didn’t seem fazed by the situation at all. “Maybe you actually wanted this all along. Well, I can make it even better. What about the football team? A bunch of big strong beefy guys. Do you want them to fuck you?”

“Oh Gawd!” Zack’s head flew back in pleasure as the thought hit his mind. Every single one of those guys may not have been as impressive as Mr. Bradshaw, but that didn’t mean they weren’t impressive in their own right. He couldn’t help but wonder if it’d be as good as this. If they would be able to make his ass tingle this way. But he’d be a laughing stock. None of them would ever take him seriously again. They’d never let him live it down. “I… I don’t know…”

“Then who does?”

“Trey.”

“Who’s Trey?”

“A… A guy in the local frat. He works at a pizza joint.”

“Good boi,” Mr. Bradshaw said. He released himself deep inside Zack’s anus. One of his massive hands pat the jock on the shoulder. “You can finish now.”

All at once Zack felt his body relax. All that pent up erotic tension released at once. His body jerked to attention and continued to bounce on top of the cock. “Oh fuck…” he moaned as the pressure in his ass loosened. “Oh fuck!” he shot to attention as Devin walked in the living room.

“Hey dad,” Devin said. “What’s for dinner?”

“Pizza sound good?”

“Pizza sounds great!” Devin flexed his hard body. He looked more like a bodybuilder than a college athlete.

Mr. Bradshaw gave Zack another pat to the back to make him give off. “Alright boi, playtimes over.”

“But…”

“But what?” Mr. Bradshaw saw Zack staring at Devin. “Oh! Right,” he smiled. “Hey Devin, your friend wants to know if you’re next.”

Instantly Zack felt himself wondering that. He could clearly picture the other man’s dick up close and personal. As he removed himself from Mr. Bradshaw, he wanted to fill himself up with Devin.

“Huh?” Devin turned around. “Nah… Maybe later. That workout really took a lot out of me…”

“Alright. Later it is,” Mr. Bradshaw said.