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Hawks had a good life.
It was 90 minutes into his set; the crowd was with him on everything, hundreds of bodies living and dying with each lyric as he swaggered about the stage. He’d done it so many times that he could almost step out of himself as he performed, able to pick out individual members of the crowd and the merchandise that adorned them, bearing his logo and shining with gold accents, all as he rapped his songs perfectly.
It had been four years since his label had dropped him, all because he kissed a guy in a skirt. If it wasn’t for Iida, his manager who he’d previously met at the label, his career would have been dead on the spot. Instead, he went underground, wrote the filthiest shit that had been stirring in his mind for years and slowly built a queer audience that let him be himself. Gone was the faux bad boy the label had trained him to be since childhood, and in it’s place was the depraved, nasty fuckboy he’d always been, let off the choke chain.
The majority of his fans were the femboys he branded as ‘Hawks’ Harem’, his devoted mass of worshippers that wore his branding on their clothes, as jewellery, and for the most depraved, their bodies. In some ways, it was sweet revenge for Hawks; the kind of guy he got fired for fucking now followed him in droves, and willingly worshipped the ground he walked as he rapped about their inferiority and released albums depicting them as nothing but holes meant to worship their god. It couldn’t have gone any better.
Of course, not everyone came to his show to be directly degraded; most of his audience, including a lot of his femboy demographic wanted to hear him rapping as an artist, not a domineering fuckboy. The first 90 minutes of his shows consisted of what would by his standards be a tame performance, and for the majority of the people in the building, that was the end of the show. He’d sincerely thank them for coming, remind them that the merch stand is out front and let them leave.
Soon, the real fun part would begin.
During this intermission, he’d go backstage and flitter between checking on the crew, hydrating and signing a things for any fan he sees. He found it hard to stay in one place at the best of times, and he was at his worst when he was soon able to be unleashed on those who remained. In the crowd, his crew were inspecting everyone, making sure they had the appropriate markings and reminding them of what was about to happen and where the exits are for their safety. If someone didn’t have the right markings, then Hawks was treated to the sight of the crew member lifting the guy’s shirt up and slapping one on for them. It made the hefty bulge in his sweats twitch in excitement for what was to come.
Finally, the bustle of the audience dimmed with the lights. Hawks walked on stage in darkness, his playful swagger replaced with something menacing, predatory. An instrumental track began to play, sensual beats priming everyone for the proceedings.
To Hawks, right now he had a few hundred bitches needing put in their place. An audience full of depraved, useless faggots, desperate for a real man to worship, and he was that fucking man.
“All you lil’ sissies ready to fucken’ worship?” Hawks drawled out into his mic, cueing a barrage of excited, desperate screams from his harem.
“Then show me your fuckin’ tats, sluts! I ain’t here to coddle you cunts, show me your lil’ wombs!” At that, everyone in the audience pulled their tops up and their bottoms down, just enough so the tattoo just above the crotch was showing. A UV light flooded the crowd, making the womb tattoos with a stylised ‘H’ in the middle glow en masse.
For Hawks, this was heaven. Hundreds of glowing tattoos, a crowd that ate up anything he said, consisting of submissive, debased sissies and noone else, and a microphone in his hand.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to see! Y’all know your place, yeah? Good little bitches,” Hawks said as the music switched to the intro for his set and the UV light slowly faded.
“For the next half hour, you exist to be nothing but my pets, my concubines, my sluts. Anything I tell you, you obey,” Hawks’ own words were going to his cock, the heavy meat stirring in the jockstrap specially made to contain it. A spotlight suddenly lit him up, letting the crowd see his rising bulge through his pants, though those would find themselves flung into the crowd soon enough.
“That understood!?” The crowd screamed once again, begging and crying for his attention and approval.
As they screamed, the intro ended, smoothly transitioning to his first song.
“Good, faggots!” With that, the set truly began.
What followed was a half-hour barrage of the most explicit and offensive songs from Hawks’ discography, interlaced with off-the-cuff insults thrown to the crowd as they writhed around and shed article after article of clothing as Hawks demanded. Song after song, Hawks relentlessly teased and mocked his audience through his lyrics, painting them scenario after scenario of them submitting themselves to their man. Everyone, including Hawks himself got more and more aroused as they went, some of the bois in the crowd visibly creaming themselves from both his words and being pressed tight in a mob of like-minded degenerates. Hawks didn’t let that go unnoticed or unmentioned, using it as more ammunition as he berated them as an interchangeable mass of inferior worshippers at his altar.
Finally, with his body covered in a sheen of sweat, hair matted down and muscles begging for relief, Hawks closed out the set to a chorus of squeals from the audience. As soon as the last lyrics left his lips and the music stopped, a round of applause broke out and Hawks more than gladly basked in it, standing in nothing but his chains and his jockstrap (which was working harder than him in keeping his meat from breaking free, as much as his baying crowd wished for it to happen).
And with a sincere, yet still possessive and demeaning ‘thank you’ to the crowd, Hawks walked offstage and to the back. In the crowd, his crew took a few bois and escorted them backstage in the same direction as Hawks.
The work had been done, and now Hawks was already about to be rewarded.
Hawks had his post-show routine figured out after all this time on the road; while he didn’t have the entourage he had as a mainstream star waiting on him, he had something that was almost even better.
After a quick piss, he walked to his dressing room, adrenaline flowing out of him and body slumping as the exhaustion started to take hold. Besides a change of clothes that he wouldn’t need for a little bit, he had food and drink waiting at his table for him while the crew bustled outside. As he ate he checked his phone, making sure to snap a couple selfies and see if anyone had posted about the show while he filled his poor, deprived stomach.
Just as he finished eating, Hawks heard a familiar knock on the door. It was a regular crew member, telling him his gift was ready.
Every show, during the explicit parts where only his most horny fans were in attendance, Hawks watched the crowd for bois that would pique his interest; the most depraved, slutty, shameless of them all he would commit to memory, and once his set finished, he’d instruct the crew on which bois to take with them. And while he refreshed himself, his makeup lady would prepare them.
“Come in!” Hawks called out to the door as he gave his hair a little tousle for appearances sake, even if the gel had long melted away. The door opened and, as expected, three adorable fans nervously entered with the direction of his crew.
Stars shone in their eyes and their cute little skirts tented with obvious erections. As usual, they’d been adorned with Hawks merch before they entered. His branded lipstick, earrings and, as the metallic jingle proved, cock cages were applied, marking them as his property. Just as he preferred a femboy.
“Come on, girlies, no need to be shy,” Hawks beckoned them over with a gentle smile; while he was about to make them do some depraved stuff, he didn’t need to be forceful to do so, and how could he be mean to bois dressed up in his colours? After some hesitation, they made their way to Hawks’ chair, now pulled back from the styling table slightly, and kept eye contact as they got to their knees.
Evidently, they were VIP fans, paying extra to see what he posts on social media behind a paywall, cos they knew what was about to happen. Judging by the deep blushes all three of them sported, they were excited for it too. Though, the sweat shining on his body, and the emanating musk building up from his exertion, that now clouded the room, definitely didn’t help.
“Good girls! Someone pays extra attention, hmm?” Hawks shucked his jockstrap down his thighs a bit, not enough for them to fall down. Hawks watched his cock spring out, precum already drooling out of the engorged head, before he grabbed one of the bois’ heads. With a gentle tug, the femboy went with it to scoot between his legs while he scooted his hips forward, making the nameless boi’s face and his ass meet in the middle.
“Now be a good lil’ sissy and clean me up, yeah?” In response, Hawks heard a muffled moan before a tongue started swiping across his cheeks, lapping up his sweat and manly scent, causing the star to groan out, “Fuuuuck, good bitch.”
The other two looked like they were waiting on the feast of their lives, desperate to get in on the action while Hawks made sure to smoosh the boi’s face as deep between his cheeks as he could before turning his attention to his other guests.
As he felt his asshole get gingerly poked by the tip of that tongue, Hawks motioned for the other two to come closer.
“You, on my left, you’re gonna get that tongue all over my balls, yeah?” At the boi’s nod, he turned to the other, “And you’re gonna give my cock the attention it deserves.”
Needing no further instruction, they went to work. The one attending to his nuts did so with almost primal thirst, hands kneading a ball the size of an orange while he licked and kissed and sucked on the other. He was sat behind the slut now eating his ass, both much smaller bodies fitting easily between Hawks’ thick legs.
The boi assigned to his cock crawled around to his side so he could reach that massive cock. It was curved downwards and drooping down slightly from it’s own weight; it was easily the biggest cock in the room by an unfair amount, and that’s how Hawks liked it. Not having had permission to climb on Hawks’ body, he tugged it over to where he knelt. He needed to use plenty of his strength just to stop it springing out of his grip, but when he finally got the massive hunk of meat to reach him, he dived in with the same enthusiasm as the others. He worshipped it all over with his tongue, his mouth, his hands; he even took a moment to just huff that manly scent, eyes glazing over slightly as he did so.
Hawks watched them all work at his body and shuddered at the tongues cleaning him up and stimulating his sensitive spots, tongue lazily lolling out of his mouth. He felt like a horndog and a king at this moment, being attended to by his paying, devoted, disgusting fans.
Before he got too lost in the sensations, he grabbed his phone off the table and opened the camera. He made sure to take plenty of photos for both his socials pages and his own spank bank, before opening the VIP section of his page and hitting the record button. He panned over each of them servicing him with their pupils blown wide for one, before focusing on each sissy for a short or two each, capturing their devotion for the rest of his fans to see and hope to take part in down the line.
“Fuck, that’s good, you enjoy being my lil’ worshippers?” Hawks growled out as he recorded one final short to upload, needing to put effort in to hold his climax back. That was reserved for different sissies.
For a while, Hawks just enjoyed their affection, growling and moaning and sighing from the pleasure. The girlies at his feet needed no direction but that didn’t stop Hawks from softly pressing their faces in and enjoying their pent-up moans from even the gentlest of manhandling on his part. God, he really could do whatever he wanted to them and they’d get off on it.
It always made him wonder how many of the femboys that came to his show were already like this, and how many he’d corrupted into the perfect little brainless worshippers. He hoped it was many. He felt his balls churn at the thought.
After a few more minutes, his phone beeped with an expected message.
‘merch ready, they’re waiting’.
Sadly, that meant this session had come to an end.
“Alright, girls, up you come,” Hawks said with a dejected sigh; he always wished he could spend forever like this, but he still had a job to do. As usual, it took them a few moments to collect themselves after countless minutes cleaning Hawks’ body, and being the complete gentleman he was, the rapper gladly helped them up by grabbing two by the asscheeks and hoisting them to their feet, then doing the same with both hands on the third boi.
“What a good job you did, babes, I feel like a new man!” As he stood himself up, he patted his fans on the head and their cheeks. The one he thinks was worshipping his ass was still catching his breath, so he took the opportunity to stick two fingers into his mouth.
“Mmmm, don’t you worry, lil’ thing, I still have a job for you.” Gently, he pinched the boi’s tongue between his fingers and tugged, the boy quickly getting the message even in his dazed state.
“You two have been fucken adorable, and very helpful, so take all that merch on ya as thanks,” Hawks said as he started exploring the femboy’s mouth with his fingers. “The nice man outside will see you out, so run along and stay safe, yeah?” With that, he gave each a kiss on the forehead before slapping their jiggly asses and sending them on their way. With flushed faces, they went through the door as a crew member opened it and departed, though not before a ‘Thank you Daddy!’, leaving Hawks with the remaining fan pressed to his side.
“Now, I’m sure you know what’s about to happen, I ain’t subtle about these things, but I’ll lay it out for ya, yeah?” Still with two thick fingers in his mouth, the boi did his best to nod, which made Hawks smile and his cock jump a little where it stuck up.
“Such a cute lil’ thing, aren’t ya?” Hawks remarked before continuing, “We’re gonna go to the autograph session before the rest of the lil sluts are let in, so you can get nice and comfortable under the desk where noone can see ya.” As he spoke, Hawks shucked his jockstrap fully off and kicked it up to his free hand.
“Ain’t gonna need this for a while, so you enjoy this while your man gets ready quick,” Hawks said before he replaced his fingers in the boi’s mouth with the pouch of the jockstrap. The boi’s surprise quickly gave way to hazy pleasure as the taste and scent of his musk and sweat kicked in; Hawks only wore his designer jocks, them being the only underwear able to contain his cock, so they were deeply ingrained with his manly fragrance and juices.
He didn’t even bother to affix the strap to the rest of his face as he quickly threw a change of clothes on, his signature grey sweats, white vest, chains and gold-accented sneakers, before taking hold of the bois ass with his meaty hand. The poor thing had already sunk into a deep haze in the short amount of time it took for Hawks to change, so he was startled and having difficulty staying on his feet as Hawks rushed them out of his dressing room.
“No more wasting time, babe, I can’t keep my sissies waiting!” Taking the staff-only route, it wasn’t long before Hawks and his fucked-out looking assistant arrived at the hall they were using for the autographing session.
“Late again, Hawks!” One of his regular staff, long used to his antics, called out.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help having my fun, you know that!” Hawks flashed his best winning smile, daring to act apologetic with a jock-stuffed fan squirming next to him, ass fully in hand.
All the crew could do was roll their eyes at him and finish setting things up. On the other side, through the windows of the currently locked double doors, a horde of shuffling silhouettes could be seen.
“Alright, babe, time to get to work,” Regretfully, Hawks relinquished his kneading grip on the boi’s juicy ass, plucked the jock from his mouth and nudged him to crawl under the autograph table. The front and sides were covered, giving the femboi the privacy to do his thing while Hawks did his.
As Hawks dragged a folding chair over and plopped himself down, he reminded the boi, “Remember to tap out if ya need to, yeah? No judgement, I know what I’m making ya take,” Hawks said with a wink as he fished his cock out from his sweats, waistband pulled back before he let it snap closed beneath his balls. Now that his part was done, he signalled the crew and they opened the doors, letting at least a hundred feminine bois of different shapes and colours pass through.
It was different seeing them up close, under more neutral lighting, than in the dark and from up high on his stage, and now Hawks got to have a good look at each one, appreciating once again the unique audience he managed to get for himself.
As his specially-chosen assistant started mouthing at the head of his cock and pumped the engorging shaft with his delicate hands, it swelled larger at all of the girly boys who’d come for Hawks and Hawks alone. As they were herded into an orderly queue, Hawks gave one final pat to his assistant’s head, and then a little tug to make his head pop in his mouth, before beckoning the first fan over.
For at least an hour, Hawks was non-stop signing everything that came to his table, whether that be his merchandise, their bodies, or even their bodies.
The most popular choice in that respect was the chest, ranging from flat to lean with muscle to perky with cute little tits, all of which he couldn’t help but play around with as he wrote on them, eyeing the flushed faces the fan made as he did so. After that, there were a few brave bois that begged him to autograph their asscheeks, which Hawks gladly and liberally agreed to, making sure to get a very firm grip before he signed the plentiful flesh he was graced with.
Amazingly, one even brought a dildo along; it was his own brand, of course, moulded after his own cock. They were very rare to see at these sessions, since a cast of his cock wasn’t very easy to keep hidden, so when he did see them he took the chance to ask plenty of questions, making the boi who brought it go redder and redder as he did so. Before he signed it, though, he had an idea to further tease the poor boi; he took the head of the replica of his own cock into his mouth, slathering it with his saliva to the arousal of everyone watching, before taking it out and placing it at the owner’s lips. With a gentle ‘go on, babe!’ the boi took the whole head in with some difficulty and Hawks signed it at the shaft, ending just before where his lips had sealed around the head, and added a little heart on his cheek as if it was a continuation of his signature.
While this all happened, the boi under the table was doing something very similar with the real thing, slowly but surely taking his cock in his mouth and down his throat. Every time he tried to back up, he only got an inch or two before Hawks’ hand appeared to gently push him back down, reminding him he was there for Hawks’ pleasure, no matter how hard his little clitty was. After every few signings, Hawks peered down to check on his assistant, ruffling and scratching his hair in slightly condescending assurance before going back to work. It took most of the session, but the boi had most of that massive cock in his gullet, enough that the rapper held his head in place and pet him, instructions clear. The boi took this chance to finally relax, eyes drooping some as he took in the musk of the sandy blonde pubes gently brushing his face and the pre constantly flowing down his throat. He was in heaven.
Hawks rewarded the final boi in line for waiting by pulling him up to sit on the table, now clear of sold merchandise, and snapped a few pics with him. Some were perfectly innocent, most were filthy, including one where Hawks smiled at the camera in his lazy way while the other tried to smile with two fingers deep in his throat. Finally, Hawks cupped his cheek, autographed it, and send him on his way.
With his work done, Hawks leaned back and stretched his arms out wide, groaning in exhaustion. He felt his cock slip wetly out of his assistant’s mouth slightly as he did so. Speaking of, he looked down and found that the boi was asleep, lightly snoring with double digits of inches in his throat. Fucking adorable. Before he dared wake him up, Hawks quickly grabbed his phone and snapped a few pics to immortalise that moment. As much as he didn’t wanna disturb a sleeping cutie, he gently shook his shoulder and patted his cheeks before he stirred.
“What a good girl! You were born for cock, weren’t ya?” Hawks grinned at the flushed face before he slowly, carefully extracted his cock from the femboy’s mouth. He pulled his chair back and helped him up, the bois legs shaking while he leaned on Hawks, and held him to his side while he collected himself.
“Here, drink up,” Hawks ordered as he passed him a bottle of water. The boi obeyed, recovering to the gentle pets and massages of Hawks’ big hands.
“Now, you’re gonna get a taxi home, I don’t want a cutie like you walking alone this time of night, and you’re gonna rest up, yeah?” The boi nodded along, chugging a second bottle of water down. As soon as the bottle left his lips, Hawks’ tongue plunged deep in, covering so much of that small mouth at once. The bigger man filthily made out with the smaller for a solid minute, growling and moaning at conquering the boi in such a primal way.
After pulling away, spit connecting their lips, Hawks ordered him to take his phone out and snapped a couple dozen lewd photos in all sorts of compromising positions before handing the phone back.
“That, and these, are my thank you, for being such a good lil assistant today,” Hawks handed him a bag filled to the brim with merch and some food for the road, before sending him off too, the final fan to leave the building. With his job fully done for the day, Hawks stretched once more, thanked his crew in a more cordial way, and made his way to the dressing room.
On the way, he made sure to tell his makeup lady to remember his temporary assistant’s face; he couldn’t just let such a pretty face (and talented throat) just disappear.
Now that he’d run out of autographs to sign and fans to edge himself with, the exhaustion from the days events had finally set in. He never liked charging for autographs so he kept his meet and greets free, but after two hours of performing and all that writing, he was destroyed. Thankfully, salvation was lying in his hotel room, one car ride away.
The short ride from the venue to the hotel room passed by in a blur; all Hawks wanted right now was his bed and his babes, nothing else. During the ride, he sent a quick text to his group chat to let them know he was on his way, his excitement growing at the cute little hearts he got in response. One ride up the lift and a couple corridors later, and he was knocking at his hotel room door, fidgeting from the anticipation.
There was a click, an open door, and there they were.
At the door there was Aoyama, who had gone for his regular nightgown, a sheer thing that flowed off his skimpy, tanned body. How he managed to look like a supermodel 24/7 was beyond the rapper. Izuku, however, looked much more cozy, opting for an oversized sweater the went down to his knees and made him look like a giant plushie. Before they could greet him, Hawks lurched forwards, snatching Aoyama in the air in one arm before lunging after Izuku and catching him in the other, both of them shouting in surprise but Hawks ignored them.
Together they crashed into bed, their much bigger man on top of both of their smaller forms as he went to work on them, kissing and sucking and biting on whatever he could reach and groping as much asscheek as he could, drawing out moan after moan from his duo.
“Been waiting,” Hawks growled out, “all day for this, fuck.” His arms dug further and further under their bodies, hands journeying to both of his prizes. He reached Aoyama’s plugged hole first, his much leaner body and smaller ass made his hole much easier to access, and replaced the plug with three of his fingers, eliciting a surprised shriek from the blonde. He finally managed to dig between Izuku’s plush behind and find his plugged entrance too, doing the exact same, but to a much more subdued reaction. Well, he didn’t react much with his voice, but his pussy, kept in chastity by several bar piercings sealing the lips together, squelched plenty of juices out in response.
Having long ruled that they should be plugged at all times to keep them ready for his cock, Hawks had no qualms about flipping the two over and lining them up, ass to ass, and smacking each cheek with his weeping, desperately hard cock that he’d rescued from the prison of his sweats.
He didn’t care which hole he used as long as his cock felt that blissful warmth around his cock, so he chose Aoyama on a whim, lined up and plunged to the hilt with a bestial snarl. Fuck, he needed this! Aoyama’s stomach instantly deformed, bulging with the godly length and thickness of Hawks’ cock, and squealed as he immediately started rutting inside. There was a small part of the stud’s brain that reminded him to keep his other hole happy, so plunged four fingers inside Izuku’s already-gaping asspussy and sawed in to the knuckle as he swung his hips back out of Aoyama’s sissy pussy.
He could only do this for a few minutes, his stamina long degraded from both the concert and the fun he had with his fans, before his growls grew even more guttural and his cock swelled once more, as if trying to lock itself inside Aoyama’s sweet sweet insides. He slammed himself in one more time, crushing Aoyama’s hips further down into the bed and into the wet patch made by his leaking, caged clitty, and let loose a torrent of cum from his gurgling balls.
“FUUUUUCK!”
As he came and came and came, Hawks circled his hips, trying to keep himself as deep in his bitch as possible, desperate for it all to stay in. Aoyama was reduced to breathy sobs, so totally broken by Hawks’ invasion of his pussy already that he could only lie there, limp and drooling as Hawks left more hickeys and bites on his body.
“D-daddyyyyy!” Izuku was crying out, hips rocking back onto Hawks’ stilled hand. Poor thing just watched his fellow boi get fucked stupid and he didn’t get any cum! Hawks felt for the boy; he did train Izuku to be this way, after all. As Hawks panted, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a hound, he slipped himself out and Aoyama’s plug back in, the ridiculous thickness perfect for how utterly loose the blonde’s pussy now was, and rolled him over to a dry side of the bed with a gentle kiss.
“Who’s a good boy, hmm? Waiting for daddy to breed his bitch first, such a good boy,” Hawks said as he took a more comfortable position and picked Izuku up into the air. No matter how much he worried about his plush, the boy would always weigh nothing to Hawks, and he gladly reminded him of that often. Before he lowered his boy on his cock, he leaned forwards and swiped his tongue up his sealed pussy lips, enjoying the resulting whimpers and begging for daddy’s cock as he properly positioned him over his already barely softened while he laid down.
“Now, I’ve been working all day, baby, so I want you to ride me with that fat ass of yours, yeah? Can you be a good boy for daddy?” Izuku nodded, but Hawks didn’t need the confirmation; there wasn’t a single bratty bone in his good boy’s body, and it only took a moment for Izuku to brace himself on Hawks’ abdomen before he’d popped the head in with a breathy whimper.
Hawks watched with a tired glee as the boy lowered himself further and further down; if it was a year ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of making his baby boy do this, but Izuku trained his asspussy hard and now he could take him nearly as easy as Aoyama. Inch after inch disappeared behind that puffy rim and into the depths of his body, belly slowly bulging out as he went. Hawks felt like he was gonna bust already at Izuku’s scrunched up, determined face, tears rolling down his cheek as he did his best for his daddy.
Hawks’ phone then decided it was the perfect time to ring. Hawks growled.
Unfortunately, only one person rang at this time of night, so with a scowl on his face, Hawks sat himself up, one hand holding tight on Izuku’s waist so he’d stay impaled on his lap, while the other grabbed it from where it miraculously stayed in his pants’ pocket.
“Iida, this better be fucken good, you know what time it is,” Hawks growled out as he scooted back to the headboard, arm now around Izuku’s waist and holding him to his chest while he spoke.
“Well if you stopped zoning out during our meetings, then I wouldn’t have to wait till after you’ve fucked half your audience to speak to you, Keigo.” The stern voice replied, and Hawks groaned in frustration. This was going to take a while.
Feeling his pettiness overtake him, Hawks muttered a ‘fine, go on,’ before he started bouncing Izuku in his lap, thrusting his hips up into his core a few times before he laid back and patted his side. Izuku got the message and started bouncing of his own accord, and Hawks relaxed into the bed, keeping one hand to steady his boy while he tried his best to tune into Iida’s lecture.
Given that Iida was the reason he was still touring and making music, he knew he had to listen to his manager, but he refused to give up the ass he’d waited for all day. A couple times, Izuku let a whimper out, but he kept quiet like the good boy he was as they went over important notes. Somehow, Hawks was having an easier time listening to Iida while he had someone on his dick; maybe he should bring one of them to his next meeting, and then afterwards he can fuck them into the mattress in peace.
Some fifteen minutes of constant, gentle riding later, and they’d finally wrapped things up. Considering Hawks had spent the last few minutes trying not to bust from those perfect fucking insides massaging his cock, he thought he’d done especially well, but even he had limits.
“A-are we done, Iida? I wanna sleep.” As he spoke, Aoyama had finally roused from his fucked out stupor and appeared at Hawks’ side to tug at his nipple with his teeth. When his hand grabbed the back of his head, Aoyama tried to back off in apology, but he only found himself pressed hard into his soft pec and hard nipple, so he resumed what he was doing with a lazy enthusiasm.
“So do I, Keigo, but do you see me complaining?” Before Hawks could mutter out some retort, Iida added, “And at least have the manners to fuck your boys after you’ve finished talking about our finances.”
Hawks was slightly taken aback, and not pleased with the grin on Aoyama’s face as he detached from his nipple, so Hawks pushed him right into his tit and didn’t let go.
“Hey, at least try it before you knock it, Iida!” Aoyama was pounding at his shoulder now, so Hawks let him go.
“Keigo, you know perfectly well why that hasn’t happened, and I’d prefer if you didn’t bring it up every time I caught you fucking while we spoke,” came Iida’s less composed reply.
“Oi, if I can get these sluts to take me, then there’s hope for you yet! You’ll find the perfect partner for that donkey dick!” Hawks cackled as he talked, holding the phone away afterwards so the resulting “KEIGOOOO!!!” didn’t rupture his eardrum.
“Ok, sounds like a you problem anyway, are we done here!” Hawks grinned seeing Izuku’s confused yet amused face as he struggled to keep bouncing while Aoyama had to detach himself once again from his nips to titter like a schoolgirl.
“Yes, we are done! Good night Keigo!”
“Night, babe, talk to ya tomorrow!”
“Will do!” Iida hung up.
With a huge sigh of relief, Hawks once again took stock of his boys. Aoyama still looked fucked out from earlier as he started leaving hickeys along Hawks’ chest, and Izuku looked so tuckered out as he kept determinedly bouncing on Hawks’ cock, though he barely left his lap at this point. Taking pity on his boy, Hawks stopped him with his hands on those soft hips, and scooted himself down the bed, monster cock still fully impaling Izuku.
“Nnn, d-daddyyyy, I can still go!” Izuku kept trying to move, even a fraction of an inch, but Hawks’ grip remained firm. One hand left his hips to pull him forward so he fell against him, head buried in his chest. A few inches of cock slipped out of Izuku’s hole as his hips fell forwards, but he was still almost fully impaled. The perfect little fleshlight.
“Aww baby, I know, but I’m really tired, and I wanna spend the night in this ass, okay?” Hawks smoothed out Izuku’s sweat-matted hair as he spoke.
“But I really wanted to be filled up, daddy…” Izuku mumbled out, and Hawks felt a pang of guilt. He considered his options for a moment, unsure what to do, before he felt Aoyama plop himself down against Hawk’s side, head resting on the same tit he was marking a few minutes earlier.
“But Deku, you’ll get to feel daddy’s cock all night long, doesn’t that sound wonderful, hmm?” A hand petted against Izuku’s cheek.
“And I bet you’ll wake up with a whole night’s worth of cum in your belly, you know how daddy is,” The hand slithered down to that still-bulging belly and massaged the visible swell of the cock head, causing a low and high-pitched moan to ring out.
“And then, daddy will fuck you even more full in the morning, yes?” Izuku’s gaze went from Aoyama’s to Hawks’, begging with those doe-eyes.
“Of course ‘mm gonna fuck ya, babe. I ain’t cruel to my sluts, am I?” That already-red face only blushed deeper at Hawks’ response, causing Izuku to bury his face back into his big chest, one tit squished between both their heads.
“No, daddyyyyyy,” came Izuku’s muffled reply.
“So are ya gonna be a good boy and keep me warm?”
“Yes, daddyyyyy.”
Hawks pet his hair.
“Good boy, what a perfect little hole.” Hawks smirked at Izuku’s whimper as he truly settled in for the night, with one femboy impaled on his cock and resting on top of his bigger body and the other on his side, tucked in between a thick arm and his chest after bringing the covers over them all. Adorably, both his boys had disappeared under the duvet that reached his collarbone. Of course, that would mean they’d be stuck in an atmosphere of his manly scent, so they didn’t mind.
As soon as he woke up, he’d fuck Izuku just as full as he promised, then properly get Aoyama back for his teasing earlier, till his head as empty of brain cells as his belly was stuffed to the brim with his cum. Afterwards, they still had another show in this city, so before showtime he’d take his femboys out on a date around town; of course, he’ll take them to the lewdest clothing shops he can so they’ll have more outfits to wear while he fucks their brains out, then leave them overflowing as he goes to the show, ready to entertain another packed house. And of course, entertain himself after his set.
Hawks truly had a good life.