Mark Thomas Nudes Novels & Stories

Naked, Thomas was lifted up against the wall, held by his arms, a big man on each side, while the man who had eaten the cake, now stuck his hard cock out, put on the condom, and prepared to eat another type of "cake" Thomas screams, but a strip of Thomas' clothes is stuffed into his mouth, very quickly, making the noise he releases from his mouth be reduced to a muffled grunt. Without worrying about the pain Thomas will feel, the man presses his cock against Thomas' ass, and violently forces an entrance, making tears run down Thomas' face as he screams muffledly in pain. The man brings his mouth close to Thomas's ear and says:

I blink against the light, my vision swimming, and finally see them. Five men, surrounding the bed, all gorgeous in different ways. The one fucking my pussy is dark-skinned and muscular, with kind eyes that contrast with the brutal way he's pounding into me. The one in my mouth is younger, blonde, watching me with worship in his gaze. Two others stand nearby, stroking their cocks, waiting their turn. And in the corner, in a leather chair, is Thomas. He's watching me with an expression I've never seen before — not jealousy, not disgust, but pure, overwhelming love. And arousal. His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of the man fucking me.

I close my eyes and drop my head back against the couch as Cole unbuttons my pants to start stroking my cock. "Good boy," I hear Marcus groan and I open my eyes to see Cole jerking him off in time with me. "Tighten your grip sweetheart, that's it." Marcus moans quietly but quickly looks up and pushes Cole's hand away. I follow his gaze to across the room where Thomas is kneeling beside known sadist, Andrew. What the fuck is Thomas doing with a sadist? "Marcus?" I ask as he gets up and zips his trousers back up. I stay seated because I know Marcus will be able to deal with it.

He pulled off the top half of the suit, tying the arms around his waist, leaving him in just his white t-shirt, damp with sweat and clinging to his lean, tattooed torso. Thomas pulled his hood back too, unzipping the top of his suit and letting it hang around his waist. His denim shirt was soaked through, clinging to his broad, muscular chest. He unbuttoned a few buttons, exposing the thick mat of dark hair on his chest and the strong column of his throat. Finn looked at him. His green eyes moved slowly down Thomas's body, taking in the broad shoulders, the thick chest hair, the sweat glistening on his tanned skin. The look was not subtle. It was open and hungry and appreciative.

Christopher meets Marcello. Christopher leaves. Christopher dies later. Three points. Not connected yet, but close enough that they wanted to be. My phone buzzed. Thomas. “What is this Mr Thomas?” I asked picking up the call before he could even speak. Then he said, “You saw the same video?” “A really weird message from anyone at all.” I heard him exhale, Thomas was in his sixties but maybe this was stressing him too much. “I know.” He said. That was new, unlike the other questions he avoided. I stood and walked toward the window, keeping the phone pressed to my ear.

Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh. Mark was completely naked except for his chastity cage and a leather collar with “Cuck Property” engraved on it. His hands were cuffed behind his back, a thick butt plug with a fluffy tail was lodged deep in his ass. Cindy had pushed it in herself while laughing at how eagerly his hole twitched around it. Soon the guests started arriving, twelve muscular black men, all friends or acquaintances of Chinedu also arrived. Some were fellow models, others athletes, every single one was packing at least 8 inches, thick a

"Is everything alright, Sir?" "Nothing for you to worry about," Nathaniel said curtly, settling himself by the bank of the river and shrugging his coat and shirt off. His body was toned and skin kissed by the sun, fading the tattoo that decorated his back and slipped around to circle his nipple. Thomas averted his eyes, still embarrassed after all this time, at seeing his superior unclothed. "Yes, Sir. I was just concerned." "Don't be."

Before he could finish speaking, his remaining words turned into cries of pain. Mark rained punches on him. It wasn't until his rosary was covered in fresh blood that he finally stopped his attacks. Meanwhile, Thomas was lying on the floor, on the verge of death. His subordinates were pale with shock as they watched the scene. They huddled in the corner, too afraid to even breathe properly. Mark was literally a devil from hell! "I heard that you broke Howard's arm," Mark said, stepping on Thomas' left arm. "You'll need to pay it back with yours to settle the score between you and Yvonne."

He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and there is another tattoo on the inside of his right forearm. All I can think about is how many other tattoos he has and where they are on his body. I bet he has a lot. I bet they’re incredibly sexy. I bet he has a six-pack, too. And now I’m imagining him shirtless. Shirtless and glistening with sweat, either from a workout or a “workout.” Chill, Taryn, I think to myself, as I take a sip of water to cool off. I try to think of anything other than him shirtless. The last thing I need is to become aroused and for him to smell it. Although he’s probably used to it. And it would be fun to see just what makes Reid Thomas so notorious.

Damian carefully places me on the bed, helping me to take my clothes off. Damian pulls the covers down and helps me into bed. He quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing his well-toned abs. Damian smiles at me as he lowers his pants, and climbs into bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I feel my mind dance with memories of his perfect body, gliding against my own.