Brandon the Jock Swimmer

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As Brandon exited Mr. Gold’s suite, he felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through his veins. His body ached from the intense encounter, yet a strange sense of fulfilment lingered. Walking down the grand corridor, he noticed his reflection in a gilded mirror—his chest was flushed, and his thin white shorts were now crumpled, torn and barely held together, revealing more than they concealed.

Teddy, leaning against the corridor wall, watched Brandon approach with a knowing grin. His eyes roamed over the young man’s disheveled appearance, taking in the flush on his cheeks and the way his shorts clung to his form, hinting at the intensity of his recent encounter. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly enjoyed,” Teddy remarked, his tone teasing yet approving.

Brandon shifted uncomfortably under Teddy’s gaze, feeling exposed not just physically but emotionally as well. The remnants of his intimate moments with Mr. Gold still lingered on his skin and in his mind. “err yes sir,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

Teddy chuckled softly, pushing off from the wall and stepping closer to Brandon. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Brandon’s ear before letting his hand trail down to the torn fabric of his shorts. “These are pretty much done for, aren’t they?” he observed, his fingers lightly tracing the frayed edges.

Blushing deeper, Brandon nodded sheepishly. “I guess so,” he murmured, remembering Mr. Gold’s words about the old men who couldn’t wait to worship him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of anticipation and unease.

“Why don’t you just take them off? They’re practically hanging by a thread anyway,” Teddy suggested, his tone light but firm. “No point in wearing them.”

Brandon hesitated, his hands instinctively moving to cover the front of his shorts. The idea of walking around without them felt both liberating and terrifying. “Here?” he asked, glancing around the empty corridor.

Teddy nodded encouragingly. “Sure, why not? I think you’ll find it quite freeing.”

With a deep breath, Brandon let his hands drop to his sides. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage, then slowly began to peel the tattered shorts down his legs. The cool air hit his bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise along his thighs and hips. Opening his eyes, Brandon looked at Teddy, who wore an approving smile.

“There you go,” Teddy said softly, his eyes admiring the view. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Brandon nodded, a small, nervous laugh escaping his lips. “A little scary, but yeah, it does,” he admitted, feeling a strange sense of empowerment in his vulnerability.

Brandon in his glorious naked form sauntered after Teddy through the Cove’s corridors, the air suddenly warmer and thicker with anticipation and lust. A few older patrons returning to their rooms suddenly caught more than just a glimpse of the young jock; they feasted their eyes on his muscular physique, tanned skin, and Brandon’s semi-erect cock swaying provocatively with each step.

Teddy, ever the master of opportunity, saw the potential for an even more thrilling spectacle. With a devious gleam in his eye, he approached the group of older men who had paused to admire the view.

“Gentlemen,” Teddy purred, his voice dripping with suggestion as he approached the group of older men who had paused to admire Brandon’s exposed form. “Would you care for a closer inspection?”

The men nodded eagerly, their gazes locked onto Brandon’s muscular physique and semi-erect cock, unable to tear their eyes away. One of them, a distinguished gentleman with silver hair, spoke up, his voice thick with desire. “Teddy, you know we can’t resist such... temptation.”

Another, slightly portly with a mischievous glint in his eye, chimed in, “Absolutely, Teddy. Our young friend here is quite the sight.”

The silver-haired gentleman chuckled, shaking his head. “Teddy, you know us better than that. We’ll always be drawn to beauty, especially when it’s displayed so... provocatively.”

Brandon, standing nearby, felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as the conversation turned explicitly towards him. He shifted from foot to foot, unsure of how to react.

Teddy laughed, a deep, rumbling chuckle that echoed off the walls. “You naughty old men, staring like that!” he chided playfully, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “You know what? You deserve to be punished.”

The men exchanged glances, a mix of anticipation and amusement on their faces. The silver-haired gentleman raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Punished, you say? And what form might this punishment take, Teddy?”

Teddy leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think you fellows need to learn a little restraint.”

The old patrons, caught up in the moment, played along, their faces lighting up with mischievous grins. “What do you have in mind, Teddy?” one of them dared to ask, his voice laced with excitement.

“Kneel,” Teddy commanded, his tone suddenly firm. “Like the naughty boys you are.”

Without hesitation, the group of older men dropped to their knees, their eyes still fixed on Brandon, now standing before them completely exposed.

Teddy moved behind Brandon, his hands reaching out to caress the young man’s chest. His fingers danced over Brandon’s pecs and nipples, teasing them into hardness. Brandon gasped, his body responding instinctively to the touch, his cock twitching and growing harder. “Now, Brandon,” Teddy whispered into his ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. “These naughty old men need a lesson. Go to them and slap them with your cock.”

Brandon hesitated for a moment, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. But under Teddy’s encouraging gaze, he stepped forward, his hard cock bobbing inches from the faces of the kneeling men.

“Come on, Brandon,” Teddy urged, one hand giving the young man’s ass a gentle push and squeeze, the other continuing to fondle Brandon’s nipple. “Punish these naughty old perverts.”

With a mixture of hesitation and boldness, Brandon lifted his hips slightly and slapped his cock against the man’s cheek. The sound echoed in the corridor, followed by a soft moan from the man beneath him. Encouraged by the response, Brandon repeated the action, this time aiming for the man’s open mouth. The tip of his cock brushed against the man’s lips, eliciting a shiver from both participants.

“Oh, yes,” one of the men moaned, his eyes closed, savoring the sensation. “That’s it, young stud. Teach us our place.”

One by one, Brandon moved to each kneeling man, slapping his cock against their faces and mouths. Each contact was met with a groan or a gasp, the men seemingly entranced by the intimate display of dominance and submission. Pre-cum smeared across their faces, adding to the sordidness of the scene.

Another laughed nervously, his hands clenching and unclenching as Brandon’s cock brushed against his lips. “I never thought I’d be saying this, but I think I deserve more,” he quipped, his voice trembling with excitement.

Brandon’s actions grew bolder, each slap of his cock against the old men’s faces resounding through the corridor. The air was thick with tension and desire, the sound of slapping flesh mingling with the heavy breaths and murmured encouragements. In this moment, Brandon was no longer just an object of desire but an active participant in his own seduction, reveling in the power of his own exhibitionism. The line between performer and spectator blurred, creating a tableau of raw, visceral pleasure that left everyone involved breathless and begging for more.

“That’s it, Brandon,” Teddy urged, his voice low and husky as he watched the scene unfold. “Show them who’s in control here.”

Brandon’s confidence soared with each passing moment. He moved from one man to the next, his hard cock leaving a trail of pre-cum on their cheeks and lips. The men moaned, their eyes closed, lost in the sensations that Brandon inflicted upon them.

One man, his face flushed with excitement, dared to speak up. “Harder, young stud! Make me feel your power!”

Brandon obliged, increasing the force of his slaps, each impact echoing off the walls. The men groaned and moaned as they submitted to the erotic punishment.

Teddy, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and arousal, finally decided it was time to bring the encounter to a close. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Brandon’s shoulder.

“Enough for now, my dear. I think they’ve learned their lesson.”

Brandon paused, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked down at the kneeling men, their faces marked by his dominance, and felt a surge of pride mixed with confusion.

Teddy turned to the men, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I hope you enjoyed your punishment,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You were all quite naughty, weren’t you?”

The men nodded, some sheepishly, others still caught up in the thrill of the experience. “Yes, Teddy,” one of them admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “We deserved more punishment please.”

Teddy chuckled, then signaled to Brandon. “Come, let’s leave these naughty boys to reflect on their behavior.”

Brandon followed Teddy, his mind racing with the events of the past few moments. As they walked away, the men remained on their knees, their faces a mixture of joy and lingering desire.

Turning towards Brandon, Teddy spoke softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s go to my office, Brandon. There’s more we need to discuss.”

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Teddy led Brandon into his office, a spacious room filled with the scent of leather and vintage magazines. The walls were adorned with framed photographs of influential older men from various fields—business, government, and beyond. Each face was instantly recognizable, a who’s who of powerful figures.

Brandon’s eyes widened as he took in the impressive array of bigwigs on display. He recognized several CEOs, politicians, and even a few business men, all captured in moments of success and power; and all of them standing beside Teddy.

“These are... amazing,” Brandon breathed, his voice filled with awe. Teddy smiled, pleased by Brandon’s reaction. He stepped closer, gently caressing Brandon’s arm as they stood before the wall of fame.

“Yes, they are quite something, aren’t they?” Teddy murmured, his gaze lingering on each photograph. “And let me tell you, Brandon, they would all love to know and meet someone like you, I’m sure.”

Teddy offered Brandon a seat, which he accepted, trying to ignore the fact that he was still completely nude and barefoot. “You’ve done a fantastic job this weekend, Brandon,” Teddy began, his tone sincere. “Mr. Chen would be so proud of you. It’s a pity that you could only work for the weekend, but remember, you can come back to work for me anytime.”

Brandon nodded, a mix of emotions playing across his face. “Thank you, Teddy,” he replied, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of sensations he’d experienced.

Teddy leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Brandon’s. “And who knows,” he said with a sly grin, “perhaps next time, we can explore even more of your... talents.” As he said that, Teddy produced a thick envelope from one of his drawers and placed it on the desk between them. “I want to thank you for the fantastic work you’ve done over the weekend. Our guests couldn’t stop raving about you.”

Brandon felt a flush creep up his neck as he eyed the envelope. “Oh my god. Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.”

Teddy chuckled, pushing the envelope towards Brandon. “This is just a small token of appreciation—all tips from our satisfied guests.”

Brandon’s eyes widened as he picked up the envelope, feeling its weight. “It’s... heavy.”

“Count it if you like,” Teddy suggested with a grin.

Brandon carefully opened the envelope and began counting the cash. His hands trembled slightly as he realized the staggering amount—it was indeed enough to buy several MacBook Pros. “This is...”

“Generous, I know,” Teddy interrupted. “But there’s one more task I need you to handle before you leave today.”

Brandon looked up, apprehension mingling with curiosity. “What’s that?”

Teddy, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light, sauntered towards Brandon, each step deliberate and laden with intent. He placed a steaming cup of black coffee on his desk, the rich aroma teasing the air, a sensual prelude to what was to come.

“Ah, Brandon,” Teddy murmured, his voice low and velvety, “I’ve prepared this just for you. A special blend, dark and robust, like the desires you find here.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against Brandon’s neck. “But alas, we’re out of cream. It seems we must find an alternative.”

Teddy’s fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path down Brandon’s bare chest, pausing to tease a nipple into hardness. “What do you say, my dear? Care to contribute something... creamy?”

Brandon shivered under the intimate touch, his cock twitching in response. “What did you have in mind, Teddy?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Teddy chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through them both. “Oh, I think you know,” he whispered, his hand now cupping Brandon’s heavy sac, gently massaging the tender flesh. “Your essence would make this coffee divine.”

He stepped back, picking up the cup, and held it out to Brandon. “Go on, my dear. Let’s see what you can offer.”

Brandon hesitated, his eyes locked on the cup, then nodded, understanding the implicit command. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the intimate act about to unfold.

Teddy drawled, his voice low and commanding, “stand up.”

Brandon’s heart raced as he obeyed, rising from the plush chair to stand before Teddy, completely exposed and at the older man’s mercy. His cock, still semi-erect from the earlier encounters, twitched in anticipation.

Teddy leaned against the desk, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s. “Now, I want you to jerk off into this cup,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I need your cream to sweeten my coffee.”

A flush crept up Brandon’s neck as he processed the explicit request. He glanced down at the cup, then back up at Teddy, who watched him with a mix of amusement and desire.

“What are you waiting for?” Teddy taunted, his voice dripping with lust. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

Brandon’s throat constricted as he swallowed, the gravity of Teddy’s request settling heavily upon him. His hands, betraying a faint tremor, reached down to grasp his engorged cock. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an electric tension that pulsed through every fiber of his being.

With deliberate slowness, Brandon began to stroke himself, each movement calculated and precise. The sensation was both intoxicating and degrading, a potent blend of pleasure and submission that coursed through his veins like fire. He could feel Teddy’s eyes burning into him, a relentless gaze that stripped away any pretense of modesty.

Teddy’s voice cut through the silence, smooth as silk yet commanding. “Yes, just like that,” he purred, his tone dripping with approval. “Feel every inch of your desire, let it build under my watch.”

Brandon’s breath came in shallow gasps, his strokes growing more urgent as he succumbed to the eroticism of the moment. The line between obedience and pleasure blurred, merging into a singular, overwhelming experience. Each tug of his hand elicited a moan from deep within him, a testament to his vulnerability and arousal.

“Look at me, Brandon,” Teddy instructed, his voice a low growl. “See how much I enjoy watching you lose control for me. Imagine my coffee, hot and dark, being spiced with your essence. Every sip will remind me of your obedience.”

Brandon’s eyes met Teddy’s, the intensity of their connection palpable. In that moment, he was utterly exposed, not just physically but emotionally—a raw nerve ending laid bare for Teddy’s manipulation. The older man’s satisfaction was his own, a twisted reflection of his deepening surrender.

As Brandon continued to pump his shaft, the premonition of release coiled tightly within him. The cup trembled slightly in his other hand, anticipation mingling with the rich aroma of coffee. Each droplet of pre-cum added to the brew, a salacious ingredient in this perverse recipe.

“Almost there, aren’t you?” Teddy taunted, his words a catalyst for Brandon’s climax. “Give me everything, Brandon. Let it all out for me. Don’t hold back, I want to see you spill your seed into that cup.”

With a final, desperate stroke, Brandon felt the wave crest within him, surging forward with irresistible force. His body tensed, muscles quivering as he spilled his essence into the waiting cup, each jet of cum a testament to his complete submission to Teddy’s will.

The room fell silent save for the sound of Brandon’s heavy breathing and the soft plop of his release hitting the liquid surface.

Teddy watched with a satisfied smirk, reveling in the power he held over the young man before him. “Perfect,” Teddy declared, taking the cup from Brandon’s shaking hand. “”You’ve made my coffee just the way I like it. This coffee is exquisite,” his gaze never leaving Brandon’s as he savored the unique flavor.

Mr. Gold, his mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Brandon at Cove Resort, paced frantically around his office. The memory of Brandon’s powerful body and the raw passion they shared lingered vividly in his thoughts. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he dialed Teddy’s number, hoping to devise a plan to secure more time with the young swimmer.

“Teddy, it’s Mr. Gold. I need your help,” he began, his voice urgent yet controlled.

“What’s up, Mr. Gold? You sound... worked up,” Teddy replied, intrigued by the tone in his friend and customer’s voice.

“It’s about Brandon. That boy... he’s something else. I can’t get him out of my head. We need to find a way to bring him into our world more often, despite the distance,” Mr. Gold confessed, his desire palpable over the phone.

The desperation in Mr. Gold’s voice was clear. He couldn’t shake the memory of Brandon’s powerful body dominating him at Cove Resort, the raw passion lingering like a vivid dream.

Teddy responded, “Slow down Mr Gold, you have got to...”

“Teddy, listen,” Mr. Gold interrupted, his voice low and urgent. “That day with Brandon... it was unlike anything I’ve experienced. The way he moved, the strength in his actions... I need more of that. My hole has been itching for his hot cock the whole time Teddy.”

Teddy, sensing Mr. Gold’s fixation, replied cautiously, “I get it, Mr. Gold. But what exactly are you proposing?”

Mr. Gold paused, formulating his plan. “I need to bring Brandon closer, regularly see him, regularly consume him.

Teddy, his mind racing with possibilities, leaned forward in his chair, the wheels creaking under the sudden pressure. “Mr. Gold, hear me out,” he started, trying to reason with Mr Gold. “Brandon’s got school, training—he’s tied up tight right now. A full-time gig near you? That’s going to be near impossible.”

Mr. Gold panicked a little, his face set in thought, understanding the limitations but not yet ready to let go of his desires. “What about the resort, Teddy? I can visit often, and he can work for us there. It’s a perfect arrangement.“His eyes gleamed with a plan taking shape.

“The resort would be a perfect fit,” Teddy mused, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. “It provides the flexibility he needs around his training and studies.”

Mr. Gold’s eyes sparkled with a devious plan. “Brandon could be my ad hoc personal assistant at the resort!” he proposed, almost yelling in excitement. “He could handle my schedules, attend meetings with me—it’d be a perfect fit.”

Teddy leaned back, considering the implications. “How often would you need him there? And what exactly would his duties entail?”

“Flexibility is key,” Mr. Gold responded swiftly. “Let’s start with a few days a month but hopefully more, depending on his training and school schedule. His main role would be to assist me during my visits, manage my appointments, and of course, keep me company.”

Teddy chuckled, catching onto Mr. Gold’s scheme. “Sounds like you’re crafting a role just to have him around more often.”

Mr. Gold smiled, not denying it. “It’s a win-win. You get my patronage. He gets valuable experience, and I get... well, you know. Coordinate with Porkski. He’s my right hand in the darker dealings, and he knows how to get things done.”

Teddy paused, sensing the gravity of the situation. “Porkski? Isn’t he... a bit too hands-on for this kind of operation?”

“Exactly,” Mr. Gold confirmed, his tone grim. “That’s why I need you to oversee this. Porkski might be effective, but he’s depraved. In my haste, I passed Brandon his namecard too. I regret that. I won’t have Brandon sullied by his touch.”

“Understood,” Teddy replied, his mind racing with the implications. “I’ll handle the contact, but also keep Porkski in check. Speaking of players, what about Mr. Chen? He’s the one that set this all in motion in the first place.”

Mr. Gold leaned back, paused as he contemplated before answering. “I need Chen’s ‘permission’ for this arrangement, but not his direct involvement. As far as he is concerned, Brandon is here working.”

Teddy caught the nuance. “You’re worried he might suspect the depth of your... interest in Brandon?”

“Exactly,” Mr. Gold confirmed, his tone grim. “I was sure that Chen was not privy to the... intimate details of what happened between Brandon and me after our call ended. We must keep it that way.”

“Leave it to me,” Teddy assured him, his mind already crafting the diplomatic dance required to manage Chen’s expectations. “I’ll make sure Chen ‘allows’ Brandon time at the resort, nothing more. And I’ll keep Porkski at bay, ensure he doesn’t meddle where he’s not wanted.”

Mr. Gold relaxed slightly, trusting Teddy’s skills in handling such delicate matters. “Good. I want it done soonest Teddy. I need Brandon as soon as possible at the Cove.”

“Consider it done, Mr. Gold. Brandon will be within our reach, just as you desire.”

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