In the public restroom, Lu Zhaofeng had just ended a call with Lin Jing and let out a sigh. As he prepared to stand, a flicker of light caught his eye from the glory hole beside him. Suddenly, a thick, rigid cock thrust through the opening.
Lu Zhaofeng was familiar with glory holes—he'd always been the one on the giving end. But lately, as he'd embraced bottoming more often, a spark of curiosity stirred within him.
The other side was silent, leaving Lu unsure if the stranger had been watching him the whole time. He hesitated. Random hookups weren't as clean or safe as his usual partners, and the risk of disease wasn't worth it.
Yet, the cock before him was impressive—thick, robust, and well-formed. It didn't quite match his own, but it rivaled Zhao Lang's in size. Its deep hue, prominent veins, and rock-hard erection were striking, the tight foreskin hugging the glans in an almost perfect way.
The stranger grew impatient, nudging the cock forward.
Lu's restraint wavered. Even after a recent round of passionate sex, the urge to suck another man off was overwhelming.
Kneeling on the floor, Lu parted his lips and gently sucked the tip. A sharp, aroused gasp came from the other side, the voice sounding like that of a young man.
Lu dove in, working the thick shaft with his mouth. It wasn't as perfect as his own, but the act of giving head was what drove him.
"Fuck, that's good…" the stranger muttered.
Lu's tongue swirled around the glans, teasing the foreskin and occasionally dipping into the slit, eliciting moans from the other side.
"Ohhh… fuck, yes… so good…" the man groaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.
Lu traced the sensitive frenulum with his tongue, deliberately dragging the rough surface of his tongue along the shaft. He slipped his tongue beneath the tight foreskin, circling clockwise and counterclockwise before taking the glans deep into his throat.
The stranger's body shuddered, and with a jolt, he came, his release spilling out.
Lu didn't swallow, spitting to the side before resuming. His oral skills were masterful, blending teasing sucks and relentless fervor. The stranger's stifled moans grew louder, each sound fueling Lu's relentless drive to please.
Barely ten minutes passed when the stranger let out a guttural growl. "I'm gonna cum… ohhh, fuck!"
Lu Zhaofeng swiftly pulled his mouth off the cock, gripping it tightly and stroking fast. The man moaned loudly, his cock erupting with thick, sticky cum. The musky scent of the stranger's release sent a thrill of excitement through Lu, a fresh kind of arousal.
The man came hard, his breaths ragged, but Lu wasn't done. Like he'd done with Xiang Cheng, he kept working the cock, toying with it.
The stranger, clearly sensitive, roared in response but didn't pull away.
It was a public restroom, people coming and going. Lu smirked to himself. *Not my embarrassment.*
He doubled down, peeling back the foreskin to tease the corona, rubbing the glans rapidly with his palm. He spat on the tip, targeting the most sensitive spots with precision.
The man's sensitivity was off the charts. The moment Lu's palm grazed him, he let out a deafening yell. "Ahhh… fuck!"
His cries echoed as his cock tensed, spewing fluid from the tip in a messy burst.
Lu, intrigued, kept at it, grinding harder. The stranger's gasps turned to pleading whimpers, but he still didn't retreat, caught between fear and addiction to being toyed with.
Lu stroked a few more times, and the man cried out again, shooting another load. "Ohhh… shit!"
Lu was hooked, ignoring the muttered curses from passersby calling them perverts. He rubbed the cock relentlessly, and the stranger's exaggerated screams filled the air as he lost control, spraying uncontrollably.
Lu Zhaofeng tightened his grip, fingers wrapping around the glans and rubbing upward with purpose. The stranger cursed loudly, his voice breaking as he came again, spilling more fluid.
After two minutes of this relentless play, the man couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly withdrew his cock.
Lu let out a low chuckle, stepping out of the stall to wash his hands.
The stranger's exaggerated moans must have been too much— the restroom was now deserted. Lu scrubbed his hands at the sink, then gargled with a mouthful of water. Finally, the man from the stall emerged.
Catching sight of Lu, the stranger's eyes lit up, and he approached with a grin.
Lu glanced at him, instantly disappointed. He'd hoped this guy, with his impressive cock and entertaining reactions, might be decent-looking enough for a quick fling. After all, Lu had hooked up with guys like Chen Xiaodong before. But this stranger was far from his type.
At about 175 cm, he was roughly Lin Jing's height, painfully thin with no trace of muscle definition. His face was utterly average—forgettable features, save for thick eyebrows. His single-lidded eyes carried a tired, listless vibe. A decently straight nose and overly thick lips didn't help. A small silver earring gleamed in his right ear.
He seemed fond of accessories, sporting a silver chain necklace. As he walked over, his smile revealed two rows of clean white teeth, but it gave off a sleazy, street-thug vibe. Lu wasn't into that type. When he hooked up, he went for rugged, masculine guys, muscular studs, or pretty-boy fresh types. This scruffy, unkempt look turned him off completely.
The guy's frame was just too scrawny, his cheekbones jutting out from lack of bulk. He looked like he had no strength or stamina. If he'd been taller or more built, Lu might've considered a quick romp out of pity. But he was just too short, too slight.
Disappointed, Lu finished washing his hands and turned to leave.
"Hey, handsome, hold up!" the man called, hurrying after him.
Lu raised an eyebrow, turning back to signal he'd better make it quick.
The stranger took in Lu's towering, muscular frame, having to tilt his head slightly to meet his gaze. But he didn't seem fazed by the size difference.
"Bro, that mouth of yours is something else—real skilled," the stranger said with a smirk. "You're quite the player, huh? I saw it all. That strait-laced muscle stud pounding you—bet that felt damn good. Then you called your boyfriend? Into NTR, are ya? So, wanna have some fun with me?"
Lu Zhaofeng's voice was flat. "No."
The rejection didn't faze the man—he seemed to expect it, shrugging it off.
"Why not? You were pretty into sucking my dick back there, weren't you, officer? Or… what, you want me to fuck your man instead?"
Lu eyed him coldly. "Your cock's big enough, and it felt decent. But you're too short, too scrawny, and that face? Not my type. That's it. Goodbye."
The guy let out a sleazy chuckle. "Damn, that's cold. Fair enough, though—I'm not into you either. Sneaking around behind your man's back, playing slutty bottom, sucking off random dicks in a glory hole without a second thought? You're basically begging for anyone to fuck you. Hmph, I'd be worried about catching something from you. And honestly? That police uniform doesn't exactly scream 'upstanding citizen."'
Lu's gaze turned icy.
"What, I'm wrong?" the guy taunted. "Acting like some alpha muscle top when you're just a needy bottom screaming for cock. Want me to piss in your mouth next?"
The punk grabbed Lu's ass with a rough pinch.
Fury surged through Lu, his fist rising to strike, but he froze when he noticed Li Jianxing standing behind them. Li had slipped into the restroom unnoticed, watching the two men banter.
Lu hesitated, and in that split second, the punk seized the moment. With a leering grin, he yanked at Lu's police uniform collar and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Ugh, your mouth reeks of cum. Fucking gross."
Rage exploded in Lu. He grabbed the punk, ready to lay into him.
Li Jianxing's voice cut through. "Lu Zhaofeng! Don't forget you're wearing the armed police uniform."
Lu Zhaofeng exhaled sharply, releasing the punk. The guy flashed a smug grin, tapping his fingers to his brow in a mocking salute before sauntering off, provocation dripping from every step.
Lu could only watch him leave, letting out a cold scoff. He turned on the faucet, scrubbing his lips vigorously, then glared at Li Jianxing's reflection in the mirror.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Didn't peg you for an eavesdropper, Lieutenant Colonel Li. When'd you sneak in?"
Li Jianxing, also clad in a special police uniform, didn't answer. He paused as he passed Lu, not even sparing him a glance.
"I don't care about your personal life, Lu Zhaofeng, but when you wear this uniform, you'd better watch your behavior. This is your last warning. Next time, there'll be consequences."
With that, he walked out.
Lu glared at Li's retreating figure, teeth gritted, muttering under his breath, "Fuck!"
Li was his direct superior, and their history had already soured their relationship to the point of hostility. Getting caught like this only made things worse, and it pissed him off.
Fuming, Lu tugged at his collar, feeling stifled and restless, craving an outlet. He skipped lunch and found Xiang Cheng, who'd been waiting for him in the mall for over ten minutes. Dragging him back to the public restroom, Lu fucked him again.
This time, Lu begged Xiang Cheng to finish inside him. Xiang Cheng resisted at first, but Lu pushed him until he complied.
Afterward, Lu stood under the blazing sun for an entire afternoon, his body still holding Xiang Cheng's release. The sensation was torturous. His hole, loosened from two intense sessions, struggled to contain the cum. As he stood motionless, watching people pass by, the fluid slowly leaked out. He clenched his ass tightly, but his cock betrayed him, hardening involuntarily. And of course, Li Jianxing noticed every bit of it.
Though Li didn't call him out publicly, the moment their shift ended, he hauled Lu to the training field for grueling physical drills.
Li Jianxing, a career officer, was relentless. Lu Zhaofeng, already exhausted from standing all day and two intense sessions, with cum still inside him, endured four grueling hours of Li's training. Any hint of slacking earned him a sharp strike from Li's stick.
Lu hadn't faced corporal punishment since his early days as a recruit. His career had been smooth sailing, climbing the ranks effortlessly, so this stung his pride. He let out a low, frustrated groan.
Li, in his polished military boots, loomed over Lu, staring down at him. "Got a problem with me?"
Lu gritted his teeth. "You're… settling personal scores!"
Li's eyes narrowed. His stick cracked across Lu's back muscles, drawing a guttural growl from him.
"Personal scores? You, screwing in public while wearing a police uniform, zoning out on duty with a load in your ass, getting hard in front of civilians—where's the injustice in calling that out?"
Lu sneered. "Oh, please. Acting all high and mighty when you're hard down there too…"
Before he could finish, the stick whipped down again, striking his head. Lu grunted, spitting out saliva, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Li. His chest heaved, the beast inside him clawing to break free and tear Li apart.
Li's voice was ice. "You're letting your dick do your thinking. Remember what you said when I first arrived? That you'd surpass me? Look at you now—five hours of training, and your legs are already shaking."
The words hit like a sledgehammer. When Li had parachuted into their unit, Lu had indeed boasted about outdoing him. But since Zhao Lang, that ambition had faded. He'd sunk into cheating, reveling in being fucked by other muscular studs, lost in the thrill of manipulating his lovers' desires.
Li's accusation left him speechless, struck dumb by the truth.
"I don't care who you fuck on your own time," Li continued. "But on the job, you'd better bring your A-game. Tonight, you'll stand here and reflect."
Lu Zhaofeng: "…"
"Did you hear me?!" Li Jianxing barked.
Lu's chest trembled with suppressed rage as he stared at Li's cold expression. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, "I heard you."
"Louder."
"I heard you!" Lu shouted.
Only then did Li walk away, taking Lu's phone with him.
When Lin Jing called, Li answered without hesitation.
Lu hadn't returned, and after checking with Xiang Cheng, who was searching nearby, Lin Jing grew worried. Finally, at 11:30 p.m., the call connected. Her voice was frantic. "Honey, where are you?"
A low, gravelly voice responded. "This is Li Jianxing, Lu Zhaofeng's superior. He's currently undergoing physical training, and his communication devices are under my custody."
Lin Jing knew Li Jianxing. Lu frequently mentioned him, often grumbling about Li giving him a hard time behind closed doors. She harbored a natural distrust toward him.
"What physical training? Let me talk to Lu Zhaofeng," she demanded.
"He's not available to take calls right now. If you want to see him, I can send you his current state. Here's my contact information."
Lin Jing reluctantly jotted it down, added Li on WeChat, and initiated a video call.
The call opened with the front camera, showing Li Jianxing in his special police uniform under the harsh lights. His chiseled features and piercing eyes exuded a stern, almost ascetic righteousness. He glanced briefly at Lin Jing before switching to the rear camera, aiming it at Lu Zhaofeng, who stood rigidly on the training field, enduring his punishment.
Lin Jing: "What's he doing? Why's he just standing there?"
Li Jianxing: "Physical training."
Lin Jing: "What kind of training happens late at night? Li Jianxing, please, let him talk to me. I'm really worried."
Li Jianxing: "You've seen him. That's it." He ended the call abruptly.
Lin Jing was stunned. She messaged Li again, still anxious about Lu Zhaofeng, but Li's reply was curt—
"Relax."
Not wanting to push further, especially since Lu was indeed in training, Lin Jing gave up and called Xiang Cheng, who then returned.
The next morning, Lu Zhaofeng came home at dawn. Xiang Cheng, who'd stayed over out of concern and slept on Lin Jing's couch, woke the moment Lu walked in, rising with worry.
"Lu Zhaofeng…"
Lu pulled him into a tight embrace. "Don't talk. Just let me hold you."
He hugged Xiang Cheng fiercely, then kissed him. Xiang Cheng's breath hitched, but he returned the kiss, their low gasps mingling. Lu cupped his face gently.
"Go home. I'm exhausted and need to sleep."
Xiang Cheng: "Alright, I'm heading to work. Take care of yourself."
After Xiang Cheng left, Lu washed up and slipped into the bedroom. Seeing Lin Jing fast asleep, he carefully climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around her softly.
Lin Jing stirred awake and, seeing Lu Zhaofeng, blurted, "Honey, what happened last night?"
Lu didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her close, kissing her deeply. He craved her presence, her warmth. Their kisses grew fervent, intense, as he tugged off her underwear. Using his own precum as lube, he pressed himself inside her.
Lin Jing's eyes welled with tears from the sudden sting, soft moans escaping her lips. Lu stayed silent, his movements tender yet unyielding, making love to her until he released deep inside her. Only then did he collapse onto her, murmuring, "Yesterday, Li Jianxing caught me and Xiang Cheng hooking up. That's why he punished me."
Lin Jing's face flushed. "What? He saw you? Is he going to make trouble for you? Wait—your body's covered in welts… Did he hit you?!"
Lu: "Yeah."
Lin Jing: "Why?"
Lu tapped her nose lightly. "It's normal. Corporal punishment's common in the force. I haven't been drilled like that in a while, and I've been slacking lately."
Lin Jing: "But… hitting you? That's not okay, is it?"
Lu chuckled. "It's fine. Honestly, it was kind of a rush. I'd just finished with Xiang Cheng when he showed up—probably heard everything. Now he's got something on me."
Lin Jing frowned, worried. "Will he give you a hard time behind closed doors?"
Lu shrugged. "Maybe. But don't worry. Have you forgotten? I'm Lu Zhaofeng. Who'd dare mess with me? Oh, and yesterday, I sucked off a stranger through a glory hole."
Lin Jing's eyes widened. "What?!"
Lu Zhaofeng: "Right after Xiang Cheng and I finished, the guy in the next stall must've seen us. He shoved his big dick through the glory hole. Say what you want, but it was impressive. I couldn't resist—dropped to my knees and went to town. Didn't let him finish in my mouth, though. I'm not stupid; I'm wary of diseases. But damn, it was thrilling. You can't imagine the rush. Fuck, I'm hard again just thinking about it."
Lin Jing's breath quickened. He could picture it vividly—Lu, fresh from being fucked by Xiang Cheng, his hole still open, kneeling to suck off another man. The thought alone made Lin Jing's cock ache with arousal.
"What happened next?" he pressed eagerly.
Lu recounted how he'd teased the stranger until he was practically spraying like a fountain. Lin Jing, intrigued, marveled at the guy's sensitivity. "You didn't get his contact info? He sounds like fun."
Lu smirked. "So eager for your man to cheat, huh?"
Lin Jing's throat went dry, and he shyly nestled against Lu. "It's not that… It hurts every time you step out, but watching you fuck other guys, or get fucked until you're shooting? It's so hot."
Lu: "You little slut. But that guy was a no-go. I checked him out after. Too short—about your height. I was half-thinking of letting him fuck me, but he was just too scrawny, and that sleazy, punk vibe? Total turn-off. Didn't even want to fuck him, so I shut it down."
Lin Jing: "Aw, that's a shame."
Lu: "You'd change your tune if you saw him."
Lin Jing murmured in agreement. Outside, a soft patter announced the start of rain in the city. Lu and Lin Jing exchanged a glance—rainy days were perfect for sex. Lu leaned down, kissing Lin Jing's cheek, and they melted into each other, lips locking, bodies pressing close, merging in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Later, Lu Zhaofeng invited Zhou Chenghai to their place for some fun, bringing Xiang Cheng along to meet him and join in. They played an 18+ King's Game, and, unsurprisingly, it led to Zhou Chenghai fucking Xiang Cheng until he came. After Zhou finished, Lu knelt down, eagerly licking Zhou's cock clean.
That night, Xiang Cheng stayed over. Lin Jing, unable to sleep, slipped into Xiang Cheng's room while he was passed out. He teased Xiang Cheng's cock until it hardened, then sucked him off until he came, still asleep. Lin Jing was about to ride him when Zhou Chenghai walked in. Without hesitation, Zhou fucked Xiang Cheng again, unloading inside him, then shoved his cock into Xiang Cheng's mouth, cumming there too. After Zhou left, Lin Jing climbed onto Xiang Cheng's still-hard cock, riding him until he reached a prostate orgasm and shot his load. He coaxed Xiang Cheng to finish inside him as well. Returning to his room, Lin Jing woke Lu Zhaofeng to fuck him. Lu came inside, keeping his cock plugged in Lin Jing's ass as they drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, Xiang Cheng woke reeking of cum, realizing Zhou Chenghai must've fucked him in his sleep. Stepping out, he was stunned to see Zhou Chenghai in the kitchen, pounding Lu Zhaofeng. Even more shocking, Lin Jing was hiding nearby, watching his man get railed while jerking off, clearly turned on. Xiang Cheng stood frozen until Lin Jing approached, seducing him to fuck him. In the living room, separated only by a cabinet, Zhou Chenghai fucked Lu while Xiang Cheng fucked Lin Jing, each pair lost in their raw, cheating lust.
After Zhou left, things slowly settled back to normal. Lu's feelings for Xiang Cheng had grown serious. Three months in, his obsession showed no signs of fading. He constantly visited Xiang Cheng, even bringing back wooden carvings to tease Lin Jing.
Lin Jing noticed it all, a pang of jealousy stirring. He never told Lu about his own hookups with Xiang Cheng. Oblivious, Lu openly shared details of his steamy encounters with Xiang Cheng, admitting he was so smitten he could barely think straight, wanting to devote himself entirely to him.
Lin Jing's envy flared. He'd cling to Lu, begging him not to see Xiang Cheng. Lu would laugh, kiss him, then playfully lock him in a closet before inviting Xiang Cheng over, fucking him right in front of Lin Jing.
Meanwhile, Lin Jing would sneak to Xiang Cheng's place when no one was around. Xiang Cheng, red-faced and guilty over their past, was shy around him. Lin Jing took advantage of his honest nature, flirting and copping feels, but when he pushed for more, Xiang Cheng firmly refused, confessing his genuine feelings for Lu.
Staring into Xiang Cheng's earnest eyes, Lin Jing realized how serious Xiang Cheng's feelings for Lu Zhaofeng were. He'd seen that same look in Lu's eyes before.
A flicker of unease stirred in Lin Jing.
Since he and Lu had opened up their relationship, most of their flings were one-night stands or purely physical. Xiang Cheng, though, was different—an exception.
Lin Jing's mind wandered, a nagging worry creeping in: *What if one day Lu leaves me for Xiang Cheng?*
As he mulled over how to handle this, the downstairs elevator chimed. Glancing at his phone, he saw it was a delivery from SF Express and opened the door.
Soon, a courier—not particularly tall, lean, and average-looking—knocked. "Mr. Lin Jing? Your package."
Lin Jing: "Oh, right here."
"Sign here, please. Man, this thing's heavy—took some effort to haul it up," the courier said cheerfully, dressed in his SF Express uniform.
Lin Jing took a closer look at him.
The courier was about his height, with a lively demeanor. His hair was cropped short, his eyebrows thick, and his eyes had a slight upward tilt but were sanpaku—pupils high, leaving too much white visible, giving them a vacant look. His nose was sharp, lips full, and his grin carried a mischievous, almost roguish charm, like a streetwise punk.
"It's an appliance, so yeah, it's heavy. Thanks for the effort. Come in, have some water," Lin Jing offered.
The courier nodded, flashing a cheeky smile. "Sweet, thanks."
He hefted the half-person-sized package, his arm muscles flexing noticeably.
*Those muscles… not small, and pretty defined,* Lin Jing thought, blinking.
He handed the courier a glass of water. The guy took it, chugging a big gulp with casual ease.
As the courier tilted his head back to drink, his slim but defined pecs peeked out from his uniform. Though not tall, his legs were long, giving him a lean, appealing frame. Lin Jing's mind sparked with an idea. The guy's build wasn't bad—ordinary face, but a perky ass and a cock that seemed decent enough.
*Lu might go for this type. Perfect to distract him from Xiang Cheng.*
The courier wasn't shy, downing the water and asking for a second glass.
After finishing both, he said, "Uh, where's the bathroom?"
Lin Jing pointed to the side, and the courier headed over.
He didn't even close the door. Legs spread, whistling casually, he unzipped and started pissing.
Lin Jing's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the guy's soft cock. It was sizable, veins prominent—a prime piece, though how it performed was anyone's guess.
The courier noticed Lin Jing's stare, turning with a wicked grin. "What're you looking at?" he teased, his voice dripping with sleaze.
Lin Jing's face flushed. "Nothing," he coughed.
The courier laughed, flushed the toilet, and pulled a business card from his pocket. With a roguish smirk, he said, "Name's Xie Xiaolong. Here's my number. Saw enough? Like what you see?"
Lin Jing, who'd been scouting for Lu, not himself, protested, "You've got it wrong! I'm not interested!"
Xie Xiaolong, undeterred, grazed Lin Jing's cheek with a brazen touch. "Sure, sure. I'm busy today, but if you're thinking of me, add me on WeChat. I'll make you feel real good. Catch ya later."
Lin Jing's face burned. "I'm really not—!"
Xie Xiaolong cut him off with a cheeky whistle, stepping into the elevator.
Lin Jing covered his face, mortified.
Despite himself, Lin Jing added Xie Xiaolong on WeChat. By evening, Xie finally replied.
[Little bro added me after all. Free tonight? Big bro can swing by.]
[I really didn't mean it like that.]
[If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have added me. Staring at my dick like that—what's up with that? If you're so into it, why not come feel it for yourself? Guarantee you'll love it.]
With that, Xie sent a five-minute video.
The screen filled with a thick, throbbing cock, fully erect, its large, rounded glans a deep hue. The owner's hand stroked it slowly, legs slightly spread, revealing a messy room with a smoldering cigarette butt on the floor.
Xie Xiaolong's voice soon crackled through.
"Fuck, the moment I saw you, I knew you were a needy bottom. So pretty and clean. If I wasn't swamped today, I'd have fucked you right there. See this cock? Thick enough, big enough, right? I'm horny as hell—jerked off twice this morning and noon, and I'm still rock-hard tonight. Wanna come suck it?"
Panting, he continued, "Ohhh… little slut… so fucking gorgeous… ughhh… I wanted to pin you against the door and pound you… your ass is so perky, body's tight… fuck…"
His voice dripped with filthy lust, his cock staying rigid through five minutes of stroking, showing no sign of release.
Lin Jing's pulse raced, his fingers trembling as he typed:
[Can I see your hole?]
A brief pause, then Xie fired back with a voice message.
"What? Wanna see my hole? So slutty—gonna lick it for me, little bro?"
Lin Jing's face burned crimson.
[Let me see.]
"Wouldn't even bother if you weren't so hot," Xie Xiaolong drawled lazily.
A photo popped up. Xie's body hair wasn't as thick as Xiang Cheng's, but he was still hairy. His hole was dark, his cheeks not as full as Xiang Cheng's but perky and tight.
Lin Jing stared, cheeks flushed.
*This body looks like it could take a pounding…*
Imagining Lu Zhaofeng pinning this cocky punk to the bed, roaring as he fucked him hard, sent a thrill through Lin Jing.
Xie sent another voice message: "So? I'm not tall or pretty, but my body's tight, and my cock's big. Wanna hook up? I'll have you screaming 'daddy' in no time."
Lin Jing couldn't resist asking:
[How long do you usually last?]
Xie: "Half an hour, easy. You in or not? I'm so fucking hard—come suck me off already!"
Hearing "half an hour" and eyeing the photo of Xie's hole again, Lin Jing felt a spark of satisfaction. Lu was the type to never say no these days.
*He'd probably be into this, even if the guy's not much to look at…*
With Lu off work tomorrow and free, Lin Jing replied:
[Got another delivery coming tomorrow. Drop it off then. Phone's XXXXXXXXXX.]
"Deal! Tomorrow, big bro's gonna deliver your package nice and clean. Wash that ass!" Xie Xiaolong's voice buzzed with excitement.
Lin Jing shut off his phone.
—
The next day, Xiang Cheng and Zhang Ziyang were out having fun, and with Lu Zhaofeng on leave, he was just lazing around at home with Lin Jing.
When Lin Jing saw the delivery update on his phone, he turned to Lu. "Honey, I'm heading to the supermarket to grab some stuff. There's a package coming soon—can you sign for it?"
Lu ruffled his hair. "Sure, go ahead."
Lin Jing left smoothly, then settled into a corner of a nearby café, pulling out his phone to open the home surveillance feed.
Sure enough, half an hour after he left, Xie Xiaolong showed up with the package. He stepped into the elevator and knocked on the door.
Lu Zhaofeng heard the knock and opened the door. Both men froze.
Xie, slightly craning his neck, took in the towering 195 cm muscle hunk before him. Those familiar rugged features and piercing eyes instantly triggered memories of their steamy glory hole encounter months ago.
Lu, on the other hand, drew a complete blank.
"Well, damn, if it ain't the slutty cop!" Xie grinned wickedly.
Lu frowned. "Who the hell are you?"
Lin Jing, listening through his earbuds, furrowed his brow.
*They know each other?*
Xie's sleazy tone dripped through. "Oh, the slutty cop's got a short memory. Two months ago, you were in your fancy police uniform, kneeling at a glory hole, sucking me off till I blew."
Lu's memory clicked. He gave Xie a dismissive once-over. "Oh, it's you."
Xie Xiaolong smirked. "Yeah, me. Really don't remember, huh? Guess a muscle stud like you—playing fake top at home, real slutty bottom out there—must be sucking too many dicks to keep track."
Lu Zhaofeng's face darkened, his fist clenching. "Watch your fucking mouth."
Xie laughed, unfazed. "Oh, I don't do polite. Seeing you, all I wanna do is lick every inch of that slutty muscle body. Damn, have your pecs gotten bigger in just a few months?"
With that, Xie tossed the package aside and reached to grope Lu's chest.
Lu had zero interest in Xie. He grabbed Xie's wrist mid-air. "I'm in a good mood, so I'll let this slide. Don't make me get rough."
Xie licked his lips. "Rough? Like what? Kneeling in your cop uniform, sucking me off again? Slutty bitch."
Lu's expression hardened, his breath hitching.
Xie didn't stop. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to his ankles. His thick cock strained against black briefs, one ball spilling out the side, surrounded by dense hair. A potent, musky sweat scent filled the air.
Lu's nose twitched. Lin Jing, watching through the feed, clenched his teeth, nerves kicking in.
He hadn't realized Xie was the glory hole punk Lu mentioned before. But he also knew Lu wasn't into Xie at all, so whether Lu would lash out was anyone's guess.
Lin Jing silently worried for Xie.
Lu sneered, eyeing Xie's crotch. "Pretty confident, huh? Honestly, if you were just a bit better-looking, a bit taller, I might've fucked you out of pity. But you're short, ugly, and scrawny. I'm not interested. Get lost."
Xie Xiaolong's breath hitched, but instead of getting mad, he grinned. Lifting his delivery uniform, he flashed lean, sculpted abs. "Slutty cop, I've already stripped down. Not gonna fuck me? That's a waste."
Lu Zhaofeng glared, exasperated. "I told you, you don't do it for me."
Xie leaned in, whispering hotly against Lu's ear. "A slutty stud like you? Shouldn't you take anyone who offers?"
Lu scoffed. "Me, slutty?"
In a flash, Lu's fist connected with Xie's face. Xie yelped, collapsing to the floor, clutching his eye.
Lu stepped forward, planting his foot on Xie's crotch, grinding his cock under his sole. "So average, yet so cocky. What made you think I'd fuck an ugly nobody like you? No face, no body… tch, and your dick's nothing special. Get the fuck out."
Xie, unfazed, laughed and yanked down his briefs. Grabbing Lu's foot, he rubbed his cock against Lu's sole. "I may not be much, but this dick's thick and big. Your mouth game's fire, cop. Suck me off again—I wanna blow my load in that mouth."
Lu didn't budge, his voice low and menacing. "Leave now, or you'll be carried out. Three, two…"
Grumbling, Xie pulled up his pants, shooting Lu a reluctant glare before storming off.
In the café, Lin Jing sighed, rubbing his face. *What a shame.*
*Should I just tell Lu straight up?*
But being upfront would make his intentions too obvious, and Lu would probably double down on his obsession with Xiang Cheng. Frustrated, Lin Jing packed up and hurried back to the complex, only to run into Xie Xiaolong, his cheekbone already bruising purple.
Xie spotted him, flashing a roguish grin. "Well, well, little bro. We meet again."
Lin Jing looked at him. "Come with me."
They sat on a park bench, Lin Jing dabbing iodine on Xie Xiaolong's bruised cheekbone.
Xie: "What's this about, huh?"
Lin Jing: "It's my fault this happened. I didn't know you two had history."
Xie grabbed Lin Jing's chin. "So, you called me over today to fuck your man?"
Lin Jing shook off his hand, staying silent.
Xie smirked. "What, you got a cuck kink? Always scouting guys to bring home for your husband? Damn, you're filthy. And your man's a total slut—bet he'd fuck any guy who walks by."
Lin Jing's face burned with embarrassment, his jaw tightening. Then he said, "But you're into him, aren't you?"
Xie: "Hell yeah! Who wouldn't be? A muscle stud like that? What's his name—Lu Zhaofeng, right? Some kinda armed police badass. Bet he fucks you senseless every time."
Lin Jing's breath hitched, pushing back as Xie leaned in for a kiss. "I know what you want. You wanna have sex with him, right?"
Xie: "Damn straight. I wanna fuck him."
Lin Jing blinked. "Wait—what? I was thinking he'd fuck *you*."
Xie shrugged. "Don't care who's on top. A prime muscle top with a big dick like him? Rare as hell. If he wants to fuck me, I'd bend over in a heartbeat. One round with a stud like that's worth a lifetime. So, you gonna help me out?"
Lin Jing licked his lips, nodding. "I can help you get him, but you've gotta catch his interest too."
Xie snorted. "Easy to say. Your man couldn't care less about me. I know my flaws—height alone kills my chances. Thanks, though. Gotta say, I'm kinda into you now. You're hot, clean… makes me wanna cum all over that pretty face, mess you up."
Lin Jing's face burned with embarrassment as he grabbed Xie Xiaolong's wandering hands, which were shamelessly groping him. "Get serious!" he snapped. "I'm not joking. I can help you get him, but you've gotta put in the effort to seduce him."
Xie sat back, eyeing Lin Jing skeptically. "Your man already shot me down. How're you gonna help?"
Lin Jing: "Don't worry, I've got a plan."
Xie touched his bruised cheek. "So, what do I do?"
Lin Jing, dead serious: "I'll message you on WeChat."
First, Lin Jing gave Xie Lu Zhaofeng's WeChat ID, instructing him to add Lu and start chatting casually. Lu's contact list was a sea of hookup prospects—ever since their open relationship began, he'd boldly added all sorts of muscular, hot guys, even ones he wasn't into, just in case they'd come in handy later.
Lin Jing coached Xie on how to flirt through texts, sharing Lu's preferences and daily schedule in detail.
Step one: play to Lu's interests.
Xie worked out regularly but groaned when he learned Lu went for morning runs every day. Reluctantly, he adjusted his schedule, syncing up with Lin Jing via Bluetooth earbuds. He started jogging in the park near their complex, aiming for a "chance" encounter with Lu.
Lin Jing, up at the crack of dawn, listened intently through his earbuds.
"I see your man," Xie panted. "Fuck, he's with another muscle stud. Wait… isn't that the honest-looking top who fucked him in the bathroom last time? Yo, how am I supposed to approach them now?"
Lin Jing: "He's with Xiang Cheng? Can you try to run into them?"
Xie, breathing heavily: "I'll give it a shot."
After a bit, Xie Xiaolong reported, "I ran into them and said hi to your man. He ignored me and took off running. Fuck, his stamina's insane—I can barely keep up."
Lin Jing: "No worries. Just wait there for him."
Nearly half an hour later, Xie, panting heavily, gasped, "Holy shit, your man's wild! Broad daylight, and he's fucking that honest muscle top on a park bench! Covered in sweat, ripped his shorts open, and just started riding that guy's big dick. Fuck, what a slut!"
Lin Jing swallowed hard. "They're into public, risky sex. Try running up and startling them—they'll find it thrilling."
Xie, catching his breath: "Shit, your man won't beat my ass, will he?"
Lin Jing: "He won't. Just go for it. Can you turn on your phone camera?"
Xie activated his camera. Despite his jogging, the phone's stabilization kept the feed clear. Lin Jing watched as two muscular men tangled on the bench, kissing fiercely, hips grinding together.
It was early morning, but people were already milling about the park. They were bold as hell.
As Xie got closer, Xiang Cheng froze, flushed and breathless. Lu Zhaofeng pulled his tongue from Xiang Cheng's mouth, licked his lips, and shot Xie a glance.
Xie cursed under his breath, then, panting as he ran past, said, "Fuck, I wanna fuck him so bad. He's too hot. That look he gave me? Practically begging for it. Damn slut—your man's such a whore. My dick's throbbing, and I already jerked off this morning. Is he hairy?"
Lin Jing, teeth clenched at Xie's degrading words about his man, muttered, "Yeah, he's hairy."
Xie: "That muscle top next to him's hot too. Wanna fuck them both till they blow. What's next?"
Lin Jing: "Try messaging him on WeChat, but he probably won't reply right now. Just play it by ear."
Xie Xiaolong: "You're not exactly a pro at this, huh? Fine, I'll try something."
Lin Jing: "What'd you send?"
Xie, still catching his breath: "Check the screenshot."
Lin Jing opened it, his blood pressure spiking.
[Officer Lu, saw you fucking in the park. Into public exposure, huh? So slutty. Tsk tsk, when I ran by, your hole was still dripping. You looked… like a bitch in heat from my hometown, ass up, begging to be bred.]
Lin Jing: "What the hell is this?!"
Xie: "You told me to play it by ear!"
Lin Jing: "Recall it! Recall it now, or he'll actually beat your ass!"
"Oh," Xie said. "Shit, I hit delete instead…"
Lin Jing: "…"
Xie: "Think I'd better bolt. Fuck, I didn't even do anything this morning."
Lin Jing: "I didn't expect him to be out running—and fucking—with Xiang Cheng."
Xie: "Whatever, I'm heading back to crash. Ran so hard my lungs are about to explode. Wait—your man just replied!"
He sent another screenshot.
Lu Zhaofeng had responded with a photo: the park bench, streaked with white cum and slick, a pair of worn white briefs discarded nearby.
Xie: "Holy shit! Is this him telling me to come back and fuck him?"
Lin Jing: "Maybe…"
Xie Xiaolong hurried back to the park, but the bench was empty. The briefs, though, were still there.
The sky was fully bright now. Xie: "Fuck! Your man left his underwear here. So damn slutty. Smells like dick, sweat… and, ugh, a hint of shit. Tsk, the crotch and ass parts are all yellowed. Fucking filthy."
Lin Jing: "No way… he's usually really clean."
"…Ohhh, fuck, this smell… so good! Damn, this slut's stench is intense. Wanna strip him naked and lick every inch of him."
Xie's breathing grew ragged, the camera shaking wildly before focusing. He'd wrapped Lu's dirty white briefs around his cock, sliding them into a pocket pussy he carried, jerking hard.
"…Ohhh, fuck, so good… the wet fabric rubbing my tip feels amazing. Slutty dog… ahhh… fucking bitch! Gonna fuck you! Make you scream for daddy… ohhh…"
Lin Jing's breath hitched, watching Xie's thick cock thrust rapidly through Lu's soaked, filthy briefs. The fabric, already damp, grew slicker as Xie's precum mixed in, drenching it completely.
The wet, squelching sounds echoed in the quiet morning park. Xie, drenched in sweat, shamelessly jerked off with Lu's underwear, oblivious to potential passersby.
His cock, rubbed red by the fabric, swelled with blood. Xie's hoarse voice groaned out, spewing vulgarities Lin Jing had never heard, each word filthier than the last. With a low growl, Xie's lean hips thrust forward, and he let go, spraying thick, yellowish cum onto the briefs.
"Fuck! So good… ah, slutty whore's nasty underwear. Hah… hah…"
Xie swallowed hard, his hips twitching as another spurt of cum shot out, thick and pungent. Even through the screen, Lin Jing could almost smell the sweaty, musky scent of it.
Xie Xiaolong panted, still riding the high, staring at the briefs now soaked with a thick load of cum. He snapped a photo with his phone. "Fuck, that was good. I'm keeping these."
Lin Jing: "Uh… okay…"
Xie: "What's next?"
Lin Jing: "Lu Zhaofeng hits the gym downstairs every weekend afternoon to train. You can run into him there, and then…"
Xie: "And seduce him, right? Got it. Don't worry! Give me a chance to get close, and I'll have him eating out of my hand."
Lin Jing wasn't sure where Xie's overflowing confidence came from but added cautiously, "Whatever happens between you two, let me know. It'll help me… help you."
Xie snorted. "Help me? You just wanna see our chat logs, don't you? Tsk, fine. I'll feed your cuck kink. Hanging up."
Xie's words hit Lin Jing square in the chest. The call ended.
Lin Jing glanced down at his own cock, already spent once. Moments later, Xie sent a WeChat screenshot.
Xie had sent Lu two photos. The first showed Lu's briefs, smeared with yellowish cum, the already filthy fabric looking obscenely enticing. The second was Xie, stark naked except for those briefs, cum soaking the crotch and dripping down his thighs.
Lin Jing: "…"
Xie's message to Lu read:
[Officer Lu's briefs are something else. All your scent on 'em—I sniffed once and came twice. Fuck, they feel so good wrapped around my dick. Next time, I'm gonna make you go to work with my cum in your mouth.]
Lin Jing stared, heart racing, unsure whether to be horrified or intrigued.
Lu Zhaofeng finally took the bait, replying:
[You're such a perv, taking home those filthy briefs.]
Xie shot back:
[The dirtier, the better. Smells so good. Prime muscle bottom like you? Your used briefs could fetch a fortune out there.]
[Tsk tsk, when I got 'em, they reeked of your dick and that shitty ass scent. One whiff, and I was ready to blow.]
[Slutty dog, wanna come suck daddy's cock?]
Lu didn't respond.
Lin Jing knew Lu's silence meant Xie had piqued his interest, but his pride kept him from biting fully.
This was progress. Lin Jing set his phone down, and just then, Lu Zhaofeng walked in.
"Baby, where's breakfast?" Lu asked.
Lin Jing slapped his forehead, realizing he'd been so caught up with Xie he forgot to cook. Blushing, he stood. "Ah, I forgot."
Lu, sweaty from his run, patted Lin Jing's cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
Lin Jing let out a soft hum, tasting the unmistakable musk of Xiang Cheng on Lu's lips. He didn't pull away, letting Lu deepen the kiss.
"This isn't like you, sleeping in," Lu teased. "Whatever, let's order takeout." He grabbed his phone, placing a rush order.
Lin Jing eyed Lu up and down, then said deliberately, "Honey, why aren't you wearing underwear?"
Lu froze, a flicker of something crossing his face. "I don't always wear 'em," he said casually.
Lin Jing: "But I'm pretty sure you had some on last night."
Lu: "Took 'em off this morning. They were filthy, been wearing 'em for days."
Lin Jing: "Oh, where'd you toss 'em? I'll wash them for you."
Lu Zhaofeng grabbed Lin Jing's hand. "Wash what? I'll just buy a new pair."
Lin Jing pouted. "That's wasteful. They're expensive, you know—the white ones I picked out for you."
"I know, I know," Lu said, softening. "Come eat breakfast with me. Forget the briefs. Ever since we got together, you're always cooking or cleaning like some housewife. Makes me feel bad. You're a grown man—have some ambition, don't act like a full-time mom."
Lu pinched Lin Jing's cheek, his tone earnest. Lin Jing, catching the lie in Lu's eyes, felt a secret thrill. He nodded, humming softly, and nuzzled into Lu's chest, playing coy.
—
That afternoon, Lu grabbed his gym clothes and headed out.
Lin Jing immediately messaged Xie Xiaolong.
Xie fired back a voice message: "I'm already at the gym entrance. Fuck, why's the one in your building so pricey? Bro's broke—spot me a membership."
Lin Jing quickly sent Xie the money, then typed:
[He's heading down. Get ready. When his libido kicks in, he doesn't care who it is—you just need to seduce him. Be slutty.]
[If he's not horny for you, he won't bother. The gym's your shot. Don't waste it.]
Xie's sleazy voice crackled through: "Be slutty? Fuck, I'm the one who's gonna fuck his ass! Relax, I may not seal the deal today, but I'll at least cop a feel. I'll try to get you a video call later. Alright, I see your slutty man."
Lin Jing sent a long string of instructions, but Xie didn't reply.
Lin Jing called him on WeChat. Xie picked up but stayed silent. Despite Lin Jing's repeated "hello"s, there was no response—just the sound of Xie starting a treadmill.
Amid the gym's background noise, Xie Xiaolong's voice grew hurried.
"Yo! What a coincidence, Officer Lu hitting the gym too?"
After a brief silence, Xie finally spoke, panting slightly.
"Yeah," Lu Zhaofeng replied, his tone flat but clear.
*He's there!* Lin Jing thought, pulse quickening.
Xie's voice turned teasing. "No briefs today, huh, Officer Lu? Tsk tsk, those balls bouncing hard while you run. Big dick too. If those shorts were any tighter, I'd see the whole outline."
Lu: "I told you, I'm not interested."
Xie laughed. "Not interested, fine! But we're acquaintances now, right? Can't chat with a familiar face? Or does Officer Lu only talk to muscle tops who wanna fuck him?"
Lu scoffed. "You're annoying as hell."
Xie, undeterred: "Oh, I'm not just annoying—I'm hot and hard. Seeing you, Officer Lu, I'm already heating up. Even with briefs on, this big dick's swinging with every step."
Lu let out a cold laugh. "Big dick?"
Xie, still running, squeezed in, "Haha, not as big as yours, Officer Lu, but big enough to hit your sweet spot, yeah?"
Lu's breathing grew quicker—whether from arousal or his fast-paced run, Lin Jing couldn't tell.
Both men panted heavily, the gym falling into a long, tense silence until Xie Xiaolong broke it. "Officer Lu, guess what I'm thinking while watching you run?"
Lu ignored him completely.
Xie lowered his voice, husky and provocative. "I'm picturing myself standing on either side of this treadmill, sliding my cock into your ass. You keep running, that slutty hole massaging my hard dick until your legs give out and you collapse off the machine."
Lu's voice came out rough, almost stirred. "You'd need to be tall enough for that. Too bad."
Xie hit the stop button on his treadmill, his tone cocky. "Since you know I'm not tall enough, why don't you get on your knees instead? Crawl like a dog on the treadmill, ass up like a bitch in heat. Makes it easier for me to fuck you."
Lu's breathing hitched, and he slowly stopped his treadmill.
Xie, smirking: "Wanna feel my big dick? Meet me in the locker room. I'm already rock-hard."
With that, Xie walked off.
"So, how'd I do?" Xie asked Lin Jing the moment he was clear.
Lin Jing: "You…"
Xie: "No clue if he'll show. Fuck, you should've seen him! His ass was soaked through from running, and those sheer briefs? His cheeks were jiggling like crazy. Total slut! Tsk, but was I too much? Think he'll come, Lin Jing?"
Lin Jing's breath was ragged—he'd gotten hard just from Xie's words. "I don't know if you got to him, but you sure as hell got to me. Where'd you come up with that? Standing by the treadmill, fucking him while he runs, letting him work your dick with his hole? Just the thought's fucking hot!"
Xie burst out laughing. "Haha, so you're into that? I'm in the locker room now. Switching to video—gonna find a spot to hide my phone."
The video feed flickered on, revealing Xie Xiaolong in tight gym clothes. His face was so ordinary—forgettable, the kind you'd pass without a second glance.
But that cocky, street-punk vibe gave him an edge. Paired with his sanpaku eyes and lean frame, he had a strange allure.
Xie glanced at the camera, then turned off the screen, letting the phone hang up while tucked among clothes, the lens barely peeking out. He muted it.
Looking nervous, Xie pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit up in the locker room stall. "If your man lets me fuck him once, he'll be hooked on my dick. Shame… not getting a straight shot at it."
Lin Jing silently scoffed. *If your dick's so great, why're you still jerking off alone?*
As if reading his mind, Xie raised an eyebrow. "I'm single 'cause relationships are a hassle. Everyone I've fucked—guys, girls—they all come crawling back, begging to be my cum dump. Can't handle that many asses and pussies."
Lin Jing mentally flipped him off.
"Just wait," Xie continued. "Once I fuck your man's ass, he'll be addicted. He'll be on his knees, begging me to rail him."
But by the time the cigarette burned out, Lu Zhaofeng hadn't shown.
Xie's erection faded, and he cursed, about to leave when the door swung open.
Lu stood there, raising a cold eyebrow. Xie's eyes lit up with a flash of excitement, and the door clicked shut.
Lin Jing's heart raced. Lu's arrival meant this was happening. Licking his lips, he braced for the steamy scene about to unfold.
Xie wasted no time, pressing himself against Lu, breathing hard. Shorter than Lu, he looked awkward hugging him. "Knew you'd show, you slut! Fuck, your muscles are insane, all sweaty… damn, you're…"
Lu's voice was low, gravelly. "Wanna lick me?"
Xie Xiaolong shoved Lu Zhaofeng against the wall, growling, "Lick you? I'm gonna drain your fucking balls. Strip."
Lu's eyes blazed as he tore off his shirt, revealing his chiseled, muscular frame. Xie didn't hesitate, standing on his toes to yank Lu's head down, crashing their lips together.
Lu opened his mouth, kissing back fiercely. The two men pushed against each other, tongues battling, saliva dripping, their heavy, masculine gasps filling the air.
Lin Jing's blood surged just watching. Despite Xie's short stature, his skill was undeniable. He grabbed Lu's pecs, kneading them roughly, fingers digging into Lu's nipples.
"Fuck, these pecs are huge," Xie said. "Shame you don't have as much chest hair as that honest muscle top who fucked you this morning."
Lu's voice was rough. "You into his type?"
Xie licked Lu's pecs, hands gripping his tapered waist. "Who wouldn't be? Hairy muscle studs like that are the best to play with. Damn, your nipples are big—bet they get sucked a lot."
Lu's eyes lowered, his breath hitching as Xie sucked on his nipples, low moans escaping him.
Xie worked one nipple until it stood firm, then switched to the other, sucking until both were swollen. He grabbed them, rubbing and squeezing hard.
Lu groaned. "…Ohhh, fuck… you're so fucking good at that, you slut… ahhh…"
Xie, eager to please, went all out. Ignoring Lu's sweat-soaked skin, his tongue traced from the valley of Lu's pecs down to his abs, slurping noisily. In a flash, he yanked off his own pants, trying to rub his cock against Lu's abs.
"Big dick, huh? Daddy's cock hard enough for you, slut? Squat down a bit—don't you know I'm too short to reach?" Xie grumbled, straining to grind against Lu's abs but falling short.
Lu Zhaofeng's eyes darkened. "Keep talking shit, and you're out."
Xie smirked. "What, getting mad over a few words? A slutty bitch like you, born to serve, should be on your knees for daddy."
Lu cursed, raising a fist to swing at Xie.
Xie backpedaled fast. "My bad, my bad! Chill, hot stuff. Come on, let your man fuck your abs, yeah? Kneel down, head back on that bench."
Lu's eyes flared red. Watching through the feed, Lin Jing braced for Lu to explode. But to his shock, Lu actually dropped to his knees before the shorter Xie, leaning back with his head on the bench, arching his body into a "bridge" for Xie to use.
Lin Jing's breath caught, a sharp pang stabbing his chest.
Xie, stunned that Lu complied so easily, climbed onto Lu's waist. "Hold me up good! Fuck… ohhh… this fucking V-line's perfect. Gonna fuck you! Fuck you!"
Naked, Xie frantically rubbed his cock across Lu's rock-hard six-pack.
Lu's cock stood rigid, his face flushed, low, pleasured grunts escaping his lips.
Xie crowed, "My dick hard enough? Big enough, huh?!"
Lu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Real hard… fucking hot… hah… hah…"
Seeing Lu finally respond, Xie sprawled across Lu's sweaty, slick muscles, grabbing his face for a messy kiss. He bent his knees, grinding his cock harder against Lu's abs.
Though short, Xie was a grown man, easily 72-76 kilos. Lu held his weight effortlessly, letting Xie rut against his abs to his heart's content.
Xie Xiaolong was in ecstasy, rutting against Lu while groping his chiseled body, calling him a slut. He yanked off Lu's pants, pulling him up so their bodies pressed together. Xie wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them in tandem.
"…Mmm… fuck…" Lu groaned.
Xie grinned, his sleazy charm oozing. "Feels good, huh, slut? Fuck, your dick's huge! How's a cock this big even real? Shit, I'm losing it… ohhh… so sensitive. Peel back that foreskin, and it's already leaking."
Lu panted. "Your mouth never stops… slow down, don't mess with it… ohhh, fuck… you're the slut… ahhh…"
Xie gripped their cocks tighter. "You're the slut! Get that straight!"
Lu laughed, unfazed. "We'll see who's fucking who soon. Keep testing my limits, and I'll pound you till you're begging. I'll make you submit."
Xie smirked. "You? A 195 cm, 90-kilo muscle beast? Of course I can't fight you. You could pin me down with brute force, but that's hardly fair, is it?"
Lu: "What do you want, then?"
Xie: "Simple. I fuck your ass ten times. If I don't make you cum by the tenth thrust, I'll bend over, call you daddy, and be your on-call fucktoy—ready whenever you want."
Lu shot back, "No way. I fuck you ten times first. I'll make you blow, no question."
Xie chuckled. "Fine, let's see who's got the better game."
Using his smaller size to his advantage, Xie nimbly slid between Lu's legs, diving down to suck him off. Lu frowned, losing control instantly. He tried to push Xie away, but Xie's deep-throating had him in a vise, his cock enveloped tightly. Lu let out a low, guttural roar.
"…Ohhh, fuck…"
Xie Xiaolong's wicked grin widened as his tongue swirled, expertly working Lu Zhaofeng's cock, targeting every sensitive spot. He peeled back the foreskin completely, sending a mix of sharp pain and electrifying pleasure through Lu. Tightening his mouth, Xie had Lu gripping his hair in desperation.
"…Ahhh, fuck! You're so good at this! Bitch! Shit, you filthy whore… ohhh…" Lu groaned.
Xie bobbed his head, savoring the taste, his hands sliding back to knead Lu's balls. Pausing to catch his breath, he rasped, "Fucking delicious! So thick, so big, reeking of dick and sweat. This monster could fuck my throat raw. Feels so good!"
Lu growled, "Slutty dog! If you love it, keep sucking!"
Xie smirked. "But a huge cock like this? Fucking useless. Only good for pounding your slutty boyfriend at home. Out here, it's just for getting fucked and sprayed by other guys—no use for topping anymore."
Lu's face twisted, provoked, ready to curse Xie out. But Xie dove back in, muffling himself with Lu's cock, swallowing hard until he took it all, deep-throating to the hilt.
Lu's hands clenched, pleasure overwhelming him. "…Ahhh, fuck…"
While deep-throating, Xie's fingers crept to Lu's perineum, then to his slick hole, slipping one finger inside.
Lu roared, "Fuck! Get off!"
Xie sucked harder, shattering Lu's rising anger. His finger plunged deeper, finding Lu's prostate and roughly massaging it with chaotic, aggressive strokes.
Lu cursed under his breath, his pecs and abs tensing, his cock throbbing harder as the pleasure took over.
At this point, Lu Zhaofeng had completely lost any chance to take control.
Xie Xiaolong kept up his relentless deep-throating while adding more fingers, mercilessly pressing Lu's prostate. Lu couldn't hold back, his hips bucking wildly.
Sensing Lu was about to blow, Xie bobbed his head faster, then sucked hard. Lu's chiseled waist arched, and with a guttural roar, his cock erupted in Xie's mouth. Xie swallowed a few spurts before pulling off, flipping the still-cumming, defenseless Lu against the wall. He jerked Lu's pulsing cock with one hand while using Lu's cum and a few spits of saliva to lube his own dick, sliding it against Lu's hole.
"Ready, slut? I'm going in!" Xie taunted.
Lu burned with a mix of shame and pleasure, humiliated yet aroused.
"Fuck you! Don't you dare!" he snarled.
"Ten thrusts," Xie said. "If I don't make you cum by the tenth, I'm yours to do whatever with."
Lu scoffed, as if it were a joke. He'd been in the hookup scene for years—ten thrusts to climax? Might as well use fingers.
Watching from the other side, Lin Jing thought Xie was bluffing too. Seeing Lu about to get fucked, his heart ached with jealousy and thrilled with excitement, his breath ragged.
"Fuck it! Ten thrusts!" Lu gasped. "I'll… ahhh, fuck…"
Xie thrust in hard. Lu roared, slamming a fist against the wall in pain.
"Motherfucker, Xie Xiaolong! I'm gonna fuck you up after this… arghhh!"
"That didn't count!" Xie teased. "Tsk, you got railed by that hairy muscle top this morning, and your ass is still this tight?"
Lu's breathing was frantic, his body trembling.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Lu growled.
"Hold on," Xie said. "We only set the stakes for if I lose. What's my prize if I win?"
Lu's hole was stretched, an itch spreading through his body. He panted heavily. "Just say it!"
"If I make you cum in ten thrusts, you're mine. You'll kneel and suck me off whenever I want, be my slutty bottom fucktoy, bend over for me anytime I say. In short, you'll be my filthy bitch."
Lu let out a rough laugh despite the situation. "Fine! If you make me cum in ten, I'll be your bitch, on call. But if you don't, you're my slutty dog."
"Deal," Xie said.
Gripping Lu's ass, Xie leaned in, voice low. "From now on, each thrust ramps up your sensitivity. Your prostate's gonna sing, and that ass you use for shitting? It'll feel like a pussy. After ten thrusts, you'll never go back to topping. I'm gonna show you a real prostate orgasm."
Lu's breath hitched, chuckling through gasps.
Xie eased his cock back, slick with precum, ignoring Lu's mocking grunts. One hand jerked Lu's still-leaking cock, the other steadied his hips. He pulled out to the tip, then slammed in hard, his cock burying to the hilt with a wet *slap*, juices splattering.
"…Ohhh, fuck!" Lu roared, his body slamming against the wall, eyes wide. A sharp wave of pleasure hit him like a truck. His cheeks flushed, his cock—still cumming—twitched wildly.
Xie grinned wickedly. "One."
Xie Xiaolong pulled his cock back, his shorter frame pressing Lu Zhaofeng against the wall, body flush against Lu's broad back. With a sharp *slap*, he thrust again.
"Two!"
"…Ohhh, fuck!" Lu roared, his cock erupting with a fresh gush of cum. His lips parted, eyes glazing from the intense impact.
"N-No… what the fuck… ahhh!" he stammered.
Xie laughed, his hands roaming Lu's body. His palms slid lewdly over Lu's firm ass, up his lower back, making Lu's hypersensitive body quiver.
"S-Stop… fuck, don't touch me like that… ughhh…" Lu groaned.
"What's this?" Xie taunted. "The badass special forces vet, known for grit and willpower, melting from a few touches? Tsk tsk."
Lu turned his head, glaring at the shorter Xie, gritting his teeth. "Hmph… this is your proud little dick? Pathetic…"
But his words faltered, saliva dribbling as he spoke, betraying his bravado.
"Oh, yeah?" Xie sneered.
He hoisted one of Lu's thick, hairy legs, pinning him harder against the wall. With a brutal thrust, his cock slammed in deep.
"Three!"
Lu's head snapped back, spit spraying from his mouth. His cock twitched, spurting the last of his cum as a raw, animalistic moan tore from his throat.
"…Arghhh!"
Xie Xiaolong kept Lu's leg hoisted.
"Tsk tsk, that cock just came and it's already shooting again?" he mocked.
Lu Zhaofeng's breaths came in frantic gasps, words failing him.
Xie held him tight, his cock grinding ruthlessly against Lu's prostate. Each thrust was brutal, as if trying to break him, piercing through him again and again.
"Four!"
"Five!"
"Six!"
Lu's eyes grew vacant, his low growls mixing with moans. His cock dribbled a steady stream of fluid, pooling beneath him.
"…Ughhh…"
"…Ohhh…"
Xie slammed in deeper, hips twisting rapidly.
"Seven!"
Lu's saliva dripped, his eyes unfocusing, mouth gaping wide. Xie's invasion seemed to unlock a euphoric rush of pleasure.
Xie thrust again, merciless.
"Eight! Feel that ass getting thinner, more sensitive? Bet you can feel every inch of my cock—its shape, its heat—crystal clear. That's normal. You were born to be my cock-slave, born to get fucked senseless as a needy bottom."
Lu Zhaofeng's eyes were vacant, his tongue lolling out as he mouthed silently, "So… so good…"
Xie Xiaolong gripped his waist, pinning him to the wall for another brutal thrust.
"Nine!"
Lu's cock spurted again, his head snapping back, eyes rolling white.
"…Arghhh!"
*Too good…* Lu thought, his upper body slumping, wracked by what felt like a dry orgasm. He knew he must look pathetic, but the pleasure was so intense he didn't want it to stop. Drooling, his head thudded against the wall, eyes unfocused on the floor, low, fearful moans escaping him.
Xie slowly pulled out, the wet sound echoing.
"Tsk, only nine thrusts, and you're already this wrecked?" Xie taunted. "Look at that proud cock of yours, teetering on the edge. Have you ever truly felt a man's prostate orgasm? This last one—I'm sending you to heaven. After this, you're my fucktoy."
Lu shook his head, panting, his mouth and tongue numb. "…Ughhh… Da-Daddy… give it to me… please…"
"Alright then!" Xie growled. "Time to show you a real prostate orgasm. Ass up—daddy's fucking you!"
"…Ohhh!" Lu moaned in desperate anticipation.
Xie grabbed Lu's powerful arms, thrusting upward with ferocious force.
Lu let out a series of broken, guttural cries. His cock sprayed urine, followed by sporadic bursts of white cum. Eyes rolled back, body trembling uncontrollably, he hit a shattering prostate orgasm.
Xie Xiaolong gripped Lu Zhaofeng's waist.
"Ten."
Lu was lost in orgasm, howling incoherently, his hole clenching and pulsing. Xie turned Lu's head, positioning him to face the hidden phone camera.
"Yo!" Xie crowed. "Look at this—fucked so hard he's got no mind left. Thought a special forces guy would last longer? Tsk, not so tough! Muscle studs who fall hard are the easiest to break. See? This is your big-dick muscle top husband, turned into my bitch bottom."
Lin Jing stared in disbelief at the screen. Lu, reduced to a whimpering mess, eyes rolled back, drooling, his deep voice moaning pathetically. His towering, powerful frame was at the mercy of the short, lean punk, who pounded into him relentlessly.
"…Ahhh…"
"…Arghhh…"
Lu's cries grew louder, his nipples pinched, abs clenched tight, his cock leaking like a broken faucet.
The stark visual contrast—Lu's massive form dominated by Xie's smaller one—hit Lin Jing with a mix of arousal and pain. Tears welled up, his eyes red.
"Oh… my husband… turned into a bitch by some nobody… ahhh…" Lin Jing sobbed.
Lu's body was manipulated effortlessly. Due to the height difference, he half-squatted, legs trembling, leaking fluids as Xie fucked him mercilessly.
In the end, the 195 cm, muscle-bound ex-soldier was ridden by the shorter Xie, fucked twice and filled once. When Xie finally pulled out, Lu's hole sputtered, leaking thick cum, leaving a messy puddle beneath him.
Xie grabbed the phone, smirking into the camera.
"Lin Jing, your man's hole is fucking amazing. Barebacked and came in him twice—you cool with that?" Xie taunted.
Lin Jing didn't answer. Watching Lu get fucked to climax had pushed him over the edge, cumming hard himself.
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After that, Xie Xiaolong started hooking up with Lu Zhaofeng regularly. Despite his small stature, Xie's explosive hip thrusts were relentless.
Lin Jing watched, mesmerized, as Xie stood on the bed, arms around Lu's waist, pounding furiously. Lu's low, sultry moans filled the air, his chiseled waist twitching with spasms.
The contrast—Xie's lean, short frame against Lu's towering bulk—sent Lin Jing's blood racing as he spied.
Xie's rhythmic, animalistic thrusts were like a rutting dog, his thick, long, rock-hard cock nearly turning Lu's hole inside out. Lu came repeatedly, sometimes losing himself like a shameless slut, screaming and shaking his hips, spraying piss in climax.
Lin Jing witnessed his lover's fall, and Xie, keeping his promise, shared every sordid detail.
[Your man's such a slut. A few threats, and he's calling me daddy, begging to be my fucktoy and bitch for life.]
[Tsk, he's wild. Asked me to spank his ass. Gotta say, that cop's ass is perky as hell! Feels amazing to smack—jiggles like crazy. So fucking hot.]
[Check the pics I sent. Guess what he's doing? Yup, delivering your package today, he knelt at the door and sucked me off, begged me to cum in his mouth. Tsk, hard to believe he's ever topped. Obvious muscle bottom.]
[Did him in the gym today, haha! He crawled on the treadmill like a dog. I half-squatted, slid into his ass, and he wiggled his hips while crawling. Fuck, it was unreal. Listen—this is your man moaning while I fucked him. Sexy, right?]
Just hearing the wet *squelch* of their fucking drove Lin Jing wild with masochistic pleasure. Lu's post-orgasm babbling—calling Xie "daddy," "master," "big-dick husband"—was depraved, pushing Lin Jing to new heights of tortured arousal.
Lin Jing was torn between torment and ecstasy. Xie Xiaolong, fully aware of his cuckold fetish, fed him every explicit detail—how Lu Zhaofeng's eyes looked when he was forced to kneel and lick Xie's hole, the way his lips twitched, whether he resisted, how eagerly or reluctantly he tongued.
These vivid descriptions made Lin Jing feel like he was right there.
He knew Lu had completely surrendered to Xie's cock, and Xiang Cheng, as planned, was sidelined. Xiang Cheng, clueless as ever, continued his usual intimacy with Lu, unaware that when they kissed, Lu's mouth still carried the taste of Xie's dick.
The thought alone nearly sent Lin Jing over the edge.
Lin Jing slowly closed his phone, face flushed, listening to the sounds of Lu and Xie fucking. He gazed out the window at falling maple leaves, the autumn breeze chilling the cum in his pants.
He pulled his clothes tighter, watching the leaves decay in the cold wind, signaling winter's arrival.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around him from behind.
Lu Zhaofeng kissed his ear. "What're you looking at?"
"Winter's coming," Lin Jing murmured.
"Yeah… makes fucking a hassle," Lu said.
Lin Jing laughed, exasperated. "You're like a damn stallion. All these guys' dicks, and you're still not satisfied?"
Lu's voice was low, rough. "Oh, I'm satisfied. Fuck, my ass is full of Xiang Cheng's cum right now—hot as hell, all shot deep inside. Feels like my guts are melting."
Lin Jing's heart twisted, a mix of pain and thrill at Lu's brazen words.
Lu Zhaofeng never mentioned Xie Xiaolong to Lin Jing, likely too embarrassed that a short, plain guy like Xie made him cum in just ten thrusts.
Lin Jing played dumb, though his cock hardened at the thought.
"Where's Xiang Cheng?" he asked.
"Washing up with his boyfriend. After he fucked me, we double-teamed his man. Fuck, the guy looked like he was gonna cry, all heartbroken. Tsk, made me kinda jealous. You're the best, baby. Love you."
Lin Jing pouted. "I'm jealous too."
"Knew you would be. This New Year, let's go have fun."
"Where?"
"Beijing. My brother's coming back to get married, and Dad wants us there. Good chance to meet everyone."
Lin Jing blinked, confused. "You're not an only child?"
"Who said that?"
"You did!"
"Must've forgotten. I've got an older brother—not from my mom, though. Half-brother, same dad. Never mentioned him 'cause we barely talk. Old man's bastard from way back."
"You've got a way with words," Lin Jing said, giving a sarcastic thumbs-up.
Lu laughed. "Haha, still family, though. Didn't go back last year, and Dad's been missing you."
Lin Jing's mouth twitched, recalling Lu's father's brutal dog-slave training methods. "Oh, by the way, how old's your brother?"
"Thirty-three. Old geezer."
"You're not far behind."
Lu smacked Lin Jing's head lightly. "I'll still pin you down and fuck you at forty. Pack your shit—we're leaving next week."
"Alright!"
A week later, they boarded a flight to Beijing.
**The End.**