Where There's A Will: Part 13

The final part of today's triple drop

Chapter Thirteen

The fire crackled low in the guest suite, its golden light licking over the sculpted forms of the two men standing before the window. Outside, the storm raged in full force, a violent orchestra of wind and rain battering the ancient manor’s stone walls. Every now and then, a jagged flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating the sprawling grounds beyond. For a single, fleeting second, the world outside was cast in eerie, bone-white brilliance—most notably the mausoleum in the distance, its marble facade glowing like a skeletal specter before the night swallowed it once more.

Samson stood with one powerful arm resting against the window frame, his head leaning against his thick forearm as he stared into the storm. The flickering firelight carved deep shadows across his body, emphasizing every contour of his chiseled musculature—his broad, unyielding shoulders, the granite slabs of his chest, the deep ridges of his obliques that tapered into his impossibly narrow waist. His dress shirt clung to him, damp with sweat from the evening’s exertions, the fabric outlining the hard terrain of his torso with an almost obscene precision.

Charlie stood beside him, slightly smaller but just as devastating in his own way—leaner, but no less powerful, his muscular physique sculpted into a masterpiece of sharp definition and unrestrained masculinity. His tousled hair fell across his forehead in loose waves, his Londoner’s smirk ever-present, but tinged with something more thoughtful now, something laced with tension.

“We’ll have to try it in the morning,” Samson muttered, his deep voice almost a rumble in his chest, the sound barely carrying over the relentless pounding of the rain against the glass. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked across the distant grounds, searching for any movement beyond the shadows.

Charlie nodded, his gaze mirroring the same concern. “That makes the most sense,” he admitted, his accent crisp against the storm’s fury. His hands flexed at his sides, as though itching to do something, to take action. “But hopefully, we’re the only ones who’ve discovered this.”

Samson finally turned his head, regarding Charlie with an unreadable expression. His jaw was set, his lips slightly parted, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his cheekbones. There was something in his gaze—something deeper, something laced with instinct.

“If we are,” Samson said slowly, “we’ll have to be very careful.” His voice was lower now, almost hushed. “We should take Brent and Cody’s advice and stay in here for the rest of the night.”

Charlie exhaled through his nose, his smirk returning. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dragging over Samson’s imposing form with clear intent. “Now that’s something I can get onboard with,” he murmured, shifting closer, his body language as fluid as a hunter closing in on its prey.

A flash of lightning exploded outside, throwing the room into sharp relief, and for a moment, the two men were cast in silhouette against the massive window. The storm raged on beyond them, but in here, in the heat of the fire’s glow, there was only tension—thick, crackling, electric.

Samson turned fully toward Charlie now, their bodies inches apart. He could feel the warmth of the Londoner’s breath against his skin, could smell him—the intoxicating mix of expensive cologne and clean sweat, a scent that made something in Samson’s chest tighten, then sink low into his gut.

Charlie lifted a hand, dragging his fingers lightly over the hard plane of Samson’s chest, feeling the way the muscle tensed beneath his touch. His smirk remained, but his eyes burned hotter now, filled with an unspoken challenge.

Samson exhaled slowly, his massive hands lifting, settling onto Charlie’s hips, his thumbs digging in just enough to elicit a sharp, knowing look from the blond.

“Well,” Samson growled, his voice thick with something primal, dangerous, “if we’re stuck in here all night…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

Instead, he closed the distance between them in a single, searing movement, his mouth crushing against Charlie’s with raw, unrestrained hunger.

Charlie groaned into the kiss, his fingers twisting into Samson’s shirt, pulling, grasping, his own body pressing flush against the heat of the larger man’s frame. Their lips parted, then sealed again, the intensity only growing as hands roamed, as teeth scraped, as bodies tightened against each other in a slow, burning dance of control and surrender.

Samson was a behemoth, 6’5” and 320 pounds of sheer, unrelenting muscle, a man carved from raw power and sculpted by brutal discipline. His frame was nothing short of godlike, broad enough to eclipse the firelight, his presence a force of nature all its own. His arms, thick as tree trunks, wrapped around Charlie’s waist, his grip possessive, demanding. The deep ridges of his abs pressed against Charlie’s leaner, equally muscled frame, the contrast between their bodies—one carved for power, the other for precision—only adding to the heat between them.

Charlie, 6’1” and a solid 230 pounds of sinewy strength, held his own against the colossus before him, his body taut with tension, with anticipation. His hands roamed over Samson’s chest, fingers grazing the deep grooves of his pectorals, his thumbs flicking over the taut peaks of his nipples. He grinned against Samson’s lips, their kiss breaking just long enough for him to murmur, “Big bastard, aren’t you?” before pressing forward again, biting at Samson’s lower lip in a teasing, provoking challenge.

Samson exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers digging into Charlie’s sides. The response was immediate. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and peeled it off in one swift motion, baring the vast expanse of his torso. The golden glow of the fire highlighted every ridge, every striation, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. His delts rolled, his traps tensed, and his thick lats flared slightly as he moved. He was monstrous in size, yet his movements held an effortless grace that made him all the more dangerous.

Charlie wasn’t far behind, yanking his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside, baring his own chiseled physique. His abs, eight deep-cut bricks leading to a sharp, defined Adonis belt, flexed as he took a step forward, closing the distance between them once more. The heat of their bare torsos colliding sent a shudder through them both.

Samson didn’t hesitate. His large hands gripped Charlie’s dress pants at the waistband and ripped them down, taking the compression briefs underneath with them in one rough, fluid motion. Charlie let out a breathy chuckle at the display of brute strength, his cocky grin never faltering. He kicked the fabric away, standing before Samson in all his naked, sculpted glory, the definition of an apex male. His thick, footlong cock rapidly swelling, the golden skin throbbing in the light of the fire.

Not to be outdone, Samson shoved down his own pants, stepping out of them and standing tall, utterly unashamed, utterly unchallenged. His hairy thighs, massive and carved with thick, vascular slabs of muscle, flexed as he shifted his stance, his sheer size both mesmerizing and intimidating. His colossal endowment – nearly 16” – matched his stunning proportions, the shaft thick and pale, his heavy nuts swinging low. He was a behemoth, and he knew it.

Charlie’s gaze flicked downward for a brief moment, and his smirk widened. “Christ,” he muttered under his breath, before looking up at Samson with that ever-present glint of mischief in his eye. “You planning to crush me, big man?”

Samson’s response was immediate.

With a deep growl, he shoved Charlie backward. The force sent the Londoner stumbling, his calves hitting the edge of the massive bed behind him before he fell onto it with a grunt, landing hard against the plush, dark bedding. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his arms spread as he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes blazing with both challenge and desire, his cock slapping onto his taut abdominals.

Samson loomed over him, broad and imposing, his muscles casting deep shadows across his frame as the firelight flickered behind him. His thick fingers flexed at his sides, his jaw tight, his entire body exuding dominance.

He stepped forward, the mattress dipping slightly under his sheer weight as he climbed onto the bed, his massive hands planting on either side of Charlie’s head, caging him in.

The Londoner licked his lips, his smirk unwavering.

“Gonna keep me waiting, or you planning to put all that size to use?” he taunted, his voice husky, breathless.

Samson leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from Charlie’s ear as he growled, “Oh, I plan to.”

Samson's lips crashed against Charlie's in a bruising, dominating kiss. His tongue invaded the Londoner's mouth, claiming it, conquering it. One large hand slid down to grip Charlie's throat, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. The other hand roamed lower, squeezing the firm globe of Charlie's ass hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.

Charlie moaned into the kiss, his own hands clawing at Samson's massive back, nails digging into the rock-hard muscle. He arched his hips up, grinding his achingly hard cock against the thick, hairy thigh pressed between his legs. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, making him throb and leak against Samson's skin.

Breaking the kiss, Samson licked a wet stripe up Charlie's neck before biting down hard on his shoulder, sucking a dark mark into the flesh. His hips rocked forward, his own massive cock sliding against Charlie's, the heat and hardness of it making the Londoner gasp. The bed creaked under their combined weight and the force of Samson's movements.

Samson's smoldering gaze locked with Charlie's as he slowly moved upwards on the bed, his massive frame looming over the Londoner. Without warning, he gripped the base of his colossal cock and pushed the swollen, flared head past Charlie's smirking lips, filling his mouth with the musky, masculine taste of his arousal.

"Take that fucking cock," Samson grunted, his voice a deep, guttural rumble. He slowly fed more of his thick length into Charlie's mouth, stretching his lips wide around the invading girth.

Charlie's eyes watered slightly as he struggled to accommodate Samson's sheer size. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, flicking against the weeping slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum that leaked from it. One hand gripped the base of Samson's shaft, feeling the pulsing heat of it throbbing against his palm. The other hand slid down to fondle the heavy, cum-filled balls swinging beneath, rolling them in his hand, marveling at their weight and size.

Samson's hips rocked forward, pushing more of his massive cock into the wet, welcoming heat of Charlie's mouth. He set a slow, deep rhythm, fucking into the Londoner's face with long, powerful thrusts. The bed creaked and groaned under their movements, the headboard slamming against the wall with each snap of Samson's hips.

Charlie's jaw ached, stretched to its limit around the sheer girth of Samson's colossal cock. It felt like his mouth was being broken, his lips straining to accommodate the massive intruder. Drool poured from the corners, bubbling obscenely as Samson slammed into him with increasing force, his heavy balls slapping against Charlie's spit-slicked chin with brutal efficiency.

Samson's eyes darkened with lust and a hint of cruelty as he gripped Charlie's hair tighter, pulling his head back and exposing the tight line of his throat. "Take it, you cock-hungry fucker," he snarled, his voice rough and ragged. "FUCK your throat is tight!"

He pulled back until just the tip remained inside, the flared head pressing against Charlie's stretched lips. A thick, ropey strand of pre-cum connected from the weeping slit to Charlie's mouth, glistening in the flickering firelight. Samson's chest heaved, his muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat as he caught his breath.

Suddenly, he slammed forward again, burying his massive cock balls-deep into Charlie's throat in one brutal thrust. The force of it knocked the breath from Charlie's lungs, making him gag and choke around the thick intrusion stretching his neck. Samson set a punishing pace, fucking into his face with animalistic grunts and growls.

Samson's hips blurred into a frenzy, his heavy balls slapping against Charlie's spit-soaked chin with each savage thrust. Drool and pre-cum splattered across Charlie's heaving chest as Samson used his mouth like a fuck toy, his eyes wild with lust and domination.

He yanked Charlie's head back by the hair, forcing him to look up and meet his intense, lust-crazed gaze. Charlie's eyes watered, his throat raw and aching, but his smirk never wavered. If anything, it widened, his tongue flicking out to lap at the pre-cum dripping from the tip of Samson's cock as it pulled back.

“That enough punishment for you?” Samson said, eyeing the cocky smirk.

“Not nearly enough,” Charlie replied, wiping his mouth and giving an impromptu flex, his thickly muscled biceps peaking below the huge italian hunk.

Samson's eyebrows shot up at Charlie's defiant response, a wicked grin spreading across his chiseled face. He tightened his grip on the cocky muscleboy’s hair, yanking his head back sharply. "You're playing a dangerous game, boy," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "Keep running that smart mouth of yours, and I might just have to fuck the attitude right out of you."

Samson's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he released Charlie's hair and flipped him over onto his stomach with a rough jerk. Charlie's body bounced on the mattress, his sculpted back muscles flexing beneath the Italian's hands as he gripped the hunk’s hips possessively.

"Keep that ass up," Samson commanded gruffly, giving Charlie's firm cheek a sharp smack that echoed through the room. Charlie just smirked, arching his back to present his ass more prominently, his chest pressed against the mattress.

Samson licked his lips at the sight, one hand sliding down to grope and knead the tanned, supple flesh of Charlie's ass. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the taut muscles clenching and unclenching beneath his touch. Samson's other hand reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table, slicking up his massive, throbbing cock with long, slow strokes. 

Charlie watched over his shoulder as Samson prepared himself, his eyes dark and hungry. He could see the raw, animalistic lust etched into the Italian's features, and it only made his own arousal burn hotter. He wanted Samson to take him, to claim him, to fuck him until he couldn't walk straight.

Samson pressed the slick, flared head of his massive 16” cock against Charlie's tight, puckered hole. He could feel it clench and flutter nervously at the intimate contact, bracing for the impending invasion. A dark, wicked grin spread across Samson's chiseled face as he loomed over Charlie's prone form, his muscular body poised to claim his prize.

"The real punishment starts now, you cocky fuck," Samson rumbled, his deep voice dripping with cruel promise. His fingers dug into the firm globes of Charlie's ass, spreading them wide to expose his vulnerable entrance. "I'm going to fucking ruin this tight hole. Pound it until you're screaming for mercy."

Despite the sinister threat in Samson's words, Charlie just smirked up at him over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with defiant challenge. "Promises, promises," he taunted, arching his back to push his ass more firmly against Samson's throbbing cock. "I can take whatever you can dish out. Bring it."

Samson's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and dark lust at Charlie's continued insolence. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the attitude right out of the smug bastard. Gripping Charlie's hips hard enough to bruise, Samson began to push forward, the bulbous head of his massive dick slowly sinking into the tight, resisting heat of Charlie's ass, his hips rocking steadily to force more of his enormous cock into Charlie's stubbornly tight hole. Charlie let out a choked gasp, his back arching sharply as he felt himself being split open on the relentless intrusion, his slick walls clenching and fluttering wildly around the thick, invading shaft.

"Fuck, you are tightt," Samson grunted, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of Charlie's ass as he slowly sank deeper, inch by excruciating inch. "Gonna... fuck... stretch this out real good."

Charlie bit his lip hard to stifle a moan as Samson's cock finally bottomed out, the Italian's heavy balls pressing flush against his ass. He could feel every throbbing vein and ridge of that massive dick pulsing deep inside him, stretching him wider than he'd ever been stretched before. It was a delicious, painful ache that made him want to scream.

But Charlie refused to give Samson the satisfaction of hearing him beg or cry out. Instead, he clenched his teeth and met the Italian's intense gaze with a defiant smirk, even as his body trembled from the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly filled.

Samson's eyes narrowed at Charlie's stubborn refusal to submit. He wanted to break this infuriating, sexy bastard. With a dark growl, he pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside Charlie's stretched hole, before slamming forward with a brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt in one go.

Charlie let out a choked cry, his muscular back arching sharply off the bed as he was impaled on Samson's massive dick. The sudden, rough invasion forced the air from his lungs in a rush, his muscles clenching and spasming around the thick intrusion stretching him open.

"Fuck, take it!" Samson snarled, setting a brutal pace as he began to pound into Charlie's ass with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed frame shook and creaked under the force of his lustful assault, the headboard slamming against the wall with each savage snap of his hips.

Charlie gritted his teeth, determined not to give in to the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being so roughly used. But he couldn't hold back the wanton moans spilling from his lips as Samson fucked into him with animalistic intensity, his thick cock kissing his prostate dead-on with every thrust.

"Harder," Charlie gasped out, his voice ragged and breathless. "HARDER. Fucking ruin me, Samson. FUCK!"

Samson's eyes flashed with dark triumph at Charlie's breathless challenge. He wrapped an arm around the Londoner's waist and yanked him back, pulling Charlie's hips flush against his as he loomed over him, his muscular chest pressing against Charlie's sweat-slicked back. Charlie could feel every contour of Samson's powerful physique, from the chiseled abs to the bulging biceps now gripping him tightly. He could feel the coarse hair coating his chest scratch into his smooth skin.

"Fuck, you want it harder?" Samson growled in his ear, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "I'll give you what you fucking want."

He slid his hands up Charlie's torso to cup the musclehunk’s thick, muscular pecs, squeezing the firm flesh roughly as he began to piston his hips with renewed vigor. Charlie cried out, his back arching as Samson's massive cock slammed into him from behind, each brutal thrust forcing the air from his lungs and sending jolts of intense pleasure shooting up his spine.

Samson's fingers found Charlie's nipples, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks between his fingertips. He tugged on them sharply, using them like reins to control Charlie's movements as he rutted into him with wild abandon. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, guttural moans, and the creaking of the bed frame as it strained under their passionate coupling.

Charlie turned his head to the side, his lips seeking out Samson's in a desperate, hungry kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues delving deep to taste and claim each other as Samson jackhammered into him from behind. Charlie moaned wantonly into the kiss, his hand up against Samson’s stubbled cheek as the Italian's massive cock pummeled his prostate with brutal precision.

Samson swallowed Charlie's moans greedily, one hand fisting in the Londoner's sandy brown hair while the other continued its rough assault on his thick pecs. He could feel Charlie's heart pounding against his palm in time with the relentless pounding of his hips. The heat between them was intense, sweat-slicked skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin as they moved together in a dance of raw, primal lust.

Charlie's own enormous cock throbbed and jerked between his muscular thighs, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum that soaked through the sheets. He was so close to the edge, Samson's merciless pounding driving him towards a massive release. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Charlie threw his head back and moaned, "Fuck, Samson! I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Samson's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at Charlie's admission. He wanted to feel this arrogant bastard come undone, wanted to make him fall apart on his cock. With a feral growl, he redoubled his efforts.

"That's it, fucking blow your load for me," Samson commanded, his voice a deep, guttural rasp. He slammed his hips forward with renewed vigor, the force of his thrusts making Charlie's sculpted ass jiggle and ripple. "I want to feel this tight hole milk my cock."

Samson's hand left Charlie's hair to wrap around his throat, squeezing lightly as he pounded into him. His other hand slid down to grasp Charlie's dripping cock, stroking it in time with his brutal thrusts. He could feel it pulsing and twitching in his grip, the thick flesh burning hot against his palm.

Samson's grip tightened around Charlie's throat, squeezing and constricting his airway as he stroked the Londoner's pulsing cock with ruthless efficiency. Charlie's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he felt his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

"FUCK!" Charlie roared, his muscular body convulsing and shaking as thick, creamy ropes of hot cum erupted from his cock. Samson's fist pumped his shaft in time with the relentless pounding of his hips, milking Charlie for every last drop of his massive load. The pearly essence splattered against the sheets, thick ropes of hot jizz erupting from the young hunk’s 12” cock.

Samson could feel Charlie's ass clenching and rippling around his pistoning cock, the velvety walls squeezing him like a vice as the Londoner rode out the intense waves of his climax. The sensation pushed Samson closer to the edge, his own massive orgasm building at the base of his spine.

"FUCK YES," Samson growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "BLOW THAT LOAD YOU FUCKER." He drew a hand back and roughly SPANKED Charlie’s golden muscle glutes, the flesh quivering and turning red as the massive hunk pounded into him.

He slammed into Charlie with short, sharp thrusts, grinding his pelvis against the musclestud’s ass as he felt his balls draw up tight. With a heroic flex, he pulled up his arms into a massive double bicep pose, each of the enormous balls of muscle the size of a cannonball, as his hips violently slam-fucked into the golden muscleboy below him.

Just as Samson was teetering on the brink of his explosive climax, a dark figure emerged from the shadows of the opulent bedroom. Without warning, a gloved hand reached out and pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform over Samson's nose and mouth, the pungent fumes filling his nostrils and lungs.

Samson's eyes widened in shock and betrayal flashed across his chiseled features. He let out a muffled grunt of protest, his body stiffening and his hips stuttering in their relentless pace. For a moment, he struggled against the sudden attack, one hand releasing Charlie's throat to reach up and try to dislodge the cloth from his face. 

Charlie, still adrift in the lingering aftershocks of his own orgasm, barely registered the sudden shift at first. His sweat-slicked chest heaved, his hands still gripping the sheets beneath him, his mind swimming in the haze of pleasure. He felt Samson tense—more than usual—but in his euphoric stupor, he assumed it was just the final throes of release.

Then, suddenly, everything changed.

Samson’s body convulsed once, his massive arms spasming before he collapsed, his sheer bulk crashing down onto Charlie like a felled titan. The weight of him was staggering, a crushing force pinning Charlie beneath his slumped, sweat-drenched form. The young hunk barely had time to process what was happening, his breath forced from his lungs as Samson’s full, muscled frame buried him against the mattress.

“WHAT THE FUCK—SAMSON?” Charlie’s voice was hoarse, raw, still thick with the rasp of spent passion. His fingers scrambled to push against the mattress, trying to push out from under the limp mass of muscle weighing him down. The firelight flickered, casting long, ominous shadows across the room.

That’s when he saw it.

A shape—tall, dark, watching.

Before he could react, another cloth was shoved against his face.

The scent—thick, chemical, suffocating—flooded his senses instantly. 

Charlie bucked instinctively, his body thrashing against the mattress, against Samson’s heavy frame still pressing him down. His hands shot up, clawing at the intruder’s wrist, but his movements were already sluggish, his limbs betraying him.

“NO!—” He barely got the word out before his voice slurred, the strength behind his protests draining faster than he could comprehend. The sweetly sick scent of chloroform clawed through his nostrils, laced itself around his brain like a vice, drowning him in thick, inescapable drowsiness.

His vision blurred, the elegant gold-trimmed ceiling warping and shifting, the candlelight twisting like molten wax. The dark figure above him loomed, faceless, watching.

Charlie’s struggles weakened.

His legs twitched, then slackened.

His hands—once clenched in a desperate attempt to push Samson off—fell limply to his sides.

Darkness closed in. His mind tumbled into the void.

The room fell silent once more, save for the low crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of the rain against the windowpane.

The figure stood over the two unconscious, naked men - Samson and Charlie, their muscular bodies entwined and glistening with sweat, both still intimately connected by Samson's massive, semi-erect cock buried deep inside Charlie's ass.

The figure looked down at them, a hint of a cruel smile playing across their lips.