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The following characters to have Stan paired with

Jackson
Dick
John Sanders
Hooper
Duper
Bullock

Brett Morris
Greg
OCs

Crossovers

Bob
Cleveland
Fry
Holt
Jack
Yancy Sr.

Grimsburg

Marvin Flute
John Kang

The Cleveland Show
Terry
Paul

Outside work
Stelio
TBA (most characters have no name)

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Stan was nervous about telling them. What would they think of him? how would they react, and would Bullock nickname him slut? Stan was walking back and forth before stopping and taking a breath. "*sigh* Alright Stan it's all or nothing. Now you gotta tell them and hope they still accept you, " he said to himself.

Stan started to write a note on at his desk saying to "meet him in the meeting room." After he wrote the notes, he then placed them on his friends desk, Bullock's desk, and Dr. Weitzman's lab table. "All I have to do now is wait," He said in a nervous voice.

Hours passed, and it was time for every agent to head home Stan headed towards the meeting room and sat down at his seat and waited for everyone to arrive. Soon Dick, Jackson, and Hooper arrived and sat in their seats. "So Stan what is this announcement about anyways?" Jackson asked.

"Yeah, and why did only invite us specifically?" Dick asked, confused. "It's best if I tell the others when they get here," Stan said, still a bit nervous. After 2 minutes had passed, Bullock came in with Duper and Dr. Weitzman and took their seats.

"Alright, Smith, we're all here. Now tells about this announcement about, " Bullock said, crossing his arms. Stan took a breath and stood up. "Alright, now that you're all here, I got an announcement. Well, more of a confession to you guys," Stan paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm... bisexual"

Everyone in the room was silent. Some had their eyes widened. "I think I known for a while now," Jackson said, breaking the silence. "It was a few years back, and I noticed the signs. I thought it was one of your adventures stuff, but now that you confessed, I guess I should say I'm happy for you"

Stan smiled a bit glad hearing one of them support him. "Thank you Jackson" Stan said. "I'm happy for him too even though it was kinda obvious but I didn't want to say anything because I was afraid of him punching me in the face" Dick stated. "Even though I make quick recovery from what you all do to me that shit still hurts"

Everyone in the room felt a bit guilty about their action towards Dick. "Sorry about that Dick" Stan said, rubbing the back of his head. "It's ok but enough about that why not tell us when you found out you were bi" Dick said.

"I noticed how most of the time I would get attractive to guys sometimes and not only that but I sometimes did sexual stuff with them" Stan informed.

"So your saying that you were doing stuff like that with other guys and not your boss" Bullock pouted, being a bit jealous.

Stan rubbed the back of his head and quickly started to panic. "If it makes you feel any better my other announcement is that I would like to explore being bi with you guys" He said nervously.

Everyone in the room eyes widened. "When you say explore does that mean we get to do sexual stuff with you?" Hooper asked. "Yes you guys will" Stan answers. "Even me and Duper?" Dr. Weitzman asked a bit excited.

"Yes, even you two" Stan answers. The other got up and gathered in a group huddle and started muttering making Stan nervous. After a few minutes of silence they broke up the huddle. "Stan me and the others were talking and we all agree to do those stuff with you but I'm gonna nickname you slut for a while" Bullock stated.

Stan smiled a bit sure Bullock was gonna bully him but at least the others supported him. "This is gonna be one heck of an adventure" Stan said in his head.

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Stan was called into Bullock's office on short notice, but he immediately sensed something was wrong. "Sir, you wanted to see me?" He asked as he entered the office.

"Yes, sit down. Smith, there's something I would like to discuss with you." Bullock said. Stan walked towards Bullock's desk and sat down in the chair in front.

"What is it, sir?" Stan asked nervously as he looked Bullock in the eye. "It's regarding your meeting yesterday about you coming out. When you said that you want to experience those sexual actions, were you serious?"

Stan blushed and nodded his head. "It's true. I've been wanting to try stuff with guys for a while now." He answered.

"So when you sat on my lap that one time and said you needed a less erect chair, did you want it another time or didn't want it at all?" Bullock asked, glaring at him.

"It was nothing like that, sir. I wasn't feeling it at the time, I didn't want to do it there. It's just..." Stan face was red. He wanted to say more but didn't know how to answer Bullock's question.

"Just what?" Bullock asked. It was clear that he was beginning to get impatient about Stan's answer. "It's just that, sir, when I felt your dick get hard under my ass... I knew you were after me, and I wasn't ready for it. I didn't want it like that." Stan finally said.

"I get it Smith, I know I can be abusive towards you and the others sometimes and I did call you a slut yesterday but it hurts to feel rejected like that." Bullock said with a straight face. "Since you're in my office now and you said you wanted to try that stuff out, how about you make it up to me."

Stan entire face turned pink at what Bullock ment, not wanting to make his situation worse for himself Stan got up from his seat and went over to Bullock and sat on his lap. Bullock smiled and it wasn't long before Stan felt Bullock getting hard under him. "I think you can do better than that Smith" He said.

Stan sighed and started grinding his ass against Bullock's dick causing him to moan in pleasure. "Yeah, just like that, Smith." Bullock moaned. Stan was embarrassed, but part of him also enjoying it. Even if Bullock was a jerk towards him, he would be lying if he said he hated it. "Sir, I think it would be a good idea if you... had your dick out for this. I don't want you to ruin both your pants and underwear." Stan suggested.

"Hmm, great idea, Smith," Bullock said. He then unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down a bit while he was at his he pulled Stan's pants and underwear down ass well exposing his plump ass. "Can't be the only one getting exposed and nice ass by the way Smith"

"Y-You think so, sir?" Stan asked nervously. "Yes, now I can see why most guys are attracted to you. Also, I can tell that you're nervous, so I'll let you ride it, but next time, I'm gonna destroy your ass probably daily or weakly." Bullock informed.

Stan sighed before he slowly sat on Bullock's dick and it slowly went inside him. He grunted a bit while Bullock moaned. Stan then started slowly bouncing himself as Bullock's dick rubbed against his walls, soon Stan found himself moaning to Bullock's enjoyment.

Bullock watched as Stan's ass was eating his entire dick whole. He wished he could take control and fuck Stan but he wasn't ready for what he had in store for him. "Smith..." Bullock moaned.

Stan could tell what Bullock wanted to say and decided to grind on him slowly first before he picked up the pace and started slamming himself onto Bullock, causing them both to moan louder. Bullock could feel himself about burst and grabbing onto Stan's hips. Stan understood what was about to happen and gripped Bullock's chair and started to increase the speed. After a few more bounces Stan slammed himself onto Bullock one last time, causing Bullock to unleash his load inside Stan's rectum, filling him up. Feeling the warm liquid inside him Stan also let his load out all over Bullock's desk.

"Sorry... about the mess... sir..." Stan said clearly out of breath. "No problem, Smith...I'll clean it up... and thanks for making up your... previous mistake, " Bullock said, smiling.

After the two catch their breath Stan now with both his pants and underwear back up. Left Bullock's office, knowing it wouldn't be the last time he would be called their. "Looks like I got to experience what the CIA was packing. I wonder what the other are capable of even Dick might be something else." He said to himself.

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After completing a long mission in Korea, both Stan and Hooper decided to spend the rest of the week there mostly because Hooper wanted to see the birds that were there and Stan needed some time away from his family and Bullock.

They agreed to stay at a hotel there that was decent for Stan and had a great view for Hooper. After checking in, they first unpacked their clothes and soon after relaxed on the bed. "Finally, we got the rest of the week off so we can finally relax," Stan said, relaxing in one of the beds.

"Yeah, I can't believe Bullock needed two of us to handle one big task. Couldn't he just have the others come with us?" Hooper said, relaxing in the other bed. "Hey Stan, mind if we have a little fun?"

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Stan asked curiously.

"I wanted to ask you a few questions," Hooper said, sitting up and looking at Stan. "Like the reason you don't show up at work that much anymore. Is it because Bullock has the hots for you?"

Stan sat up and looked at Hooper blushing a bit. "Yes, I don't wanna be near Bullock when he's obsessed with me, and also we have boring weekends at work," He answered.

"True, I'm glad we finally have something to do. I feel like the CIA barely gets any action done." Hooper said. "Why do you feel like doing it with guys, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well… lately, I've been course about things like what's it like doing it gently with guys. I never told anyone this, but I don't have the best luck with solo missions or school life for that matter, " Stan answered. "Let's just say I ran into a few guys who fucks me hard-core"

Hooper eyes widened was it that easy to get the drop on Stan to fuck him? "How much stamina do you have during sex?" He asked.

"Don't know sometimes I'm focused and other times I'm lost in lust. I've never tested my stamina before, " Stan answered.

"Hmmm, I got an idea," Hopper said. He got up and went to his duffel bag. Stan looked at him confused until he pulled something out of his bag.

"Why don't we test your stamina with this? I double dare you," Hooper said, showing him two dildos. Stan's face immediately turns pink. "You pack those?" He asked nervously.

"Well, with you coming out as bi, I had to bring something to test out your stamina. Plus you can't turn down a double dare" Hooper said.

Stan knew Hooper was right; he couldn't turn down a dare even if it's sexual or embarrassing. "Alright, I accept it, I triple dare you to do it with me. I'm not going to be the only one with a dick up my ass." He said.

Hooper looked shocked for a moment but shrugged it off. "Alright, let's see how long we both can last," He said with a smile.

The two went in the middle of the room and undid their mission pants, and dropped them to the floor. They then placed the dildos down and positioned themselves. Stan watched as Hooper sat down on top of it. Blushing and not wanting to be a coward, Stan sat down on his only and let it go all the way inside him, letting out a grunt.

"Looks like this isn't your first time riding something like that, isn't it?" Hooper asked, smiling at Stan.

Stan didn't answer, but he was right it wasn't his first time riding a dick not too long ago. "Alright, what next?" Stan asked.

"We see who can last but to make it more interesting." Hooper took out his phone. Before Stan got a chance to ask, he felt a sharp vibration in his ass causing his dick to twitch.

"H-Hooper… are these?" Stan tried to ask, but the vibration was too much, and he wasn't able to get any more words out.

"Yeah, there the new… vibrate dildos. Just got these last week, " Hooper answered, blushing. The two started to slowly bounce and ride the dildos while the vibration caused them pleasure. Stan found himself enjoying it surprisingly, probably due to the vibration. He looked over towards Hooper and saw that he was also enjoying it with his face barely turning red.

"I guess it takes… awhile for you to enjoy this… Huh?" Stan asked, face turning pink. "Y-yeah gotta have enough energy to fuck someone after a good ride" Hooper informed. He then took his phone and pressed something on it, and soon they both felt a strong vibration causing both of their faces to turn completely pink.

They both let out moans and enjoyed every second of it, especially Stan as his eyes were rolled back, and he bit his lips. "Please, give me the real thing after this," He moaned.

"You want the real thing that bad huh?… that can be arranged" Hooper moaned. He pressed something on his phone, and the vibration stopped. He got up and helped Stan off the floor and saw that his face was still pink.

"I guess your stamina is low then I'll fuck you. Will that satisfy you, big guy?" Hooper asked. Stan nodded his head and said nothing, probably still feeling the pleasure in his ass.

Hooper undid Stan's mission shirt and undid his own, and with both of them fully naked, Hooper pushed Stan on the bed and positioned him to where his ass was in the air.

Hooper wasted no time and shoved his dick inside Stan's opened hole. He got on top of his body and started moving slowly, making Stan moan. Hooper kept a slow and steady pace as he thrusts in and out of Stan's ass. "Man, your ass feels good. I can see why Bullock likes you so much." He moaned.

Stan just moaned and nodded his head. "Faster… harder," He moaned. Hooper, not wanting to disappoint Stan, started to thrust faster and deeper, making them both moan louder. Stan grips the bed while Hooper holds onto Stan's body.

As Hooper kept going he felt his precum leaking into Stan and knew he was gonna cum soon. "S-Stan… I'm gonna…" He stopped himself and started moving extremely fast. "Cum inside" Stan moaned in a loud voice.

Hooper grunted his teeth and thrust inside Stan a few more times before he unleashed his load inside of him deep in his rectum. Hooper, after catching his breath, pulls out and lays on his back next to Stan. "So, tired yet big guy," He asked, breathing.

"Y-yeah… but not finished yet," Stan replied. "Like I told you… I can't be the only one who gets fucked,"

"Then feel free to fuck me when you have enough energy" Hooper said.

After a few minutes had passed Stan got up and moved towards the front of the bed and pulled Hooper towards him. "Do you have enough strength?" Hooper asked.

"Not quite, but it should be enough to safety you," Stan answered. Stan pushed Hooper's legs up and positioned himself and slowly pushed his dick inside Hooper, causing him to moan. Stan started thrusting inside him, and with each thrust Stan went deeper inside him.

Stan decided to get a little bit closer while keeping the rhythm going as Hooper enjoyed it. They looked each other in the face and blushed a bit. "Have you kissed a guy… before?" Hooper asked, moaning a bit.

"Several then, I get these feelings, and I wanna go all in," Stan informed. The two smiled a bit before Stan started thrusting inside of him faster, closing his eyes tight. Hooper rolled his eyes back and held onto Stan.

After Stan thrusts into Hooper a few more times, he cum inside deep in his rectum and then collapses on top of him. The two looked each other in the face and kissed each other. Stan then pulls out of him and lies next beside him. The two didn't say anything towards each other, tired from the sex but they both agreed to spend the rest of the day resting form the sex.

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Stan was getting an out ready for his favorite holiday when he felt his phone vibrating. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw it was Bullock and answered it. "Deputy Director Bullock you need something sir?" He asked.

"Smith I couldn't help but notice your favorite holiday is coming up and I know you got plans to enjoy it but I got something planed and it involves you" Bullock said in a serious tone.

Stan frowns and had a pretty good idea what Bullock was up to. "Sir, it's my favorite holiday and I got my favorite outfit ready for it" Stan said in a sad voice.

"You can still enjoy the festival but your gonna have to make time for the things you want to do me and my friends usual do extreme stuff on the fourth of July and for this year we wanna do something new and fun." Bullock informed. "Smith I want you to let us fuck you but don't worry I got an outfit ready for you once you've arrived"

Stan blushed and sadly nodded know what's gonna happen to him on his favorite holiday. "I understand sir... I'll make time and come find you" he said, feeling defeated.

"Great see you soon Smith" Bullock said hanging up the phone. Stan out his phone in his pocket and sit down in a nearby chair and sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna have to cancel a few activities of mine just hope I can catch the fireworks show."

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Stan arrived at the Fourth of July festival with his family and decided that it was better to get it over with Stan suggested that everyone split up for the night. Stan wondered around the festival, amazed by the work everyone put into it.

He soon found Bullock standing by the ring toss booth and walked up to him. "Bullock, sure I'm ready." He sighed with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I wasn't expecting you to come soon Smith, but since your here I might need to change my plans as well first come with me I got some friends who are just dying to meet you" Bullock said. He led Stan into the forest towards a trailer he parked in camouflage.

"Alright, Smith, your costume is in the bathroom. Hurry up and change into it, and I'll get my friends nice and ready for you," Bullock ordered. Stan nodded and made his way towards the bathroom. Once inside, he opened the bag that was on the bathroom counter and found an egal like costume in it.

Stan took the costume out and changed into it, then looked in the mirror. The costume looked like his lion costume from Halloween a few years back. "How did he know what I wore a few years back to get this costume?" Stan asked himself. After getting dressed Stan walked out and saw Bullock and his friends sitting in the back of the trailer drinking beer.

"That's the agents you were talking about, huh?" One of them asked, checking Stan out. "He's got a good body. I'll give him that, but are you sure he can satisfy us?"

"Trust me, Smith here has been doing a great job satisfying the other agents to the point where I think he's ready to handle a group," Bullock said, smiling.

"We'll be the judge of that," the other one said in a dark voice. "Alright Smith, show us what made Bullock suggest you."

Stan took a breath before speaking. "I can anything you guys want to throw at me," He said with a nervous smile.

"You can, huh? Well, seeing how there's five of us, how about we spank you the number of stars on our flags?" One of the guys said in a relaxed tone.

Stan gulped and nodded. "Yes, I can handle it, sir," He said. Bullock and his friends each pulled out a wooden paddle and looked at Stan. "Alright, Smith bend over the table and keep your ass still," Bullock ordered.

Stan walked towards the table and did as Bullock instructed with his ass face, both his boss and his friends. "Woah plump ass huh I feel bad for turning it red," the large one said.

"I feel just as guilty as you guys, but it's our tradition, so I'll start us off." Bullock got up and positioned himself like he's playing baseball. It wasn't soon before he made the first strike and swatted Stan's ass immediately hard, causing Stan to let out a small yelp. "Oh, I forgot to tell Smith that we're heavy hitters, so he might let out a lot of noise each time we spank him,"

"Dang it Bullock you're lucky this trailer is soundproof, or we'll have to share him with everyone." One of them said in a dark tone. Stan let out a small groan and knew he wasn't gonna sit for weeks. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the next swat on his ass twice as hard as the first one.

Bullock smiled as he continued swatting Stan more as each strike was more painful than the last and Stan trying not to cry or yell. "I got to hand it to you Smith your more durable than I thought you were, but this last one from me might break you" Bullock took his stance grip the paddle and swatted Stan hard sending Shockwave through his body causing Stan to winch and grint his teeth.

"Alright, who's next?" Bullock asked. "I'll do it might as well get it over with and not make him cry," the man with the chil voice said.

"Alright, Charlie, he's all yours. Just make sure he's good and ready for the next person," Bullock said. Charlie got up and took his stance like a tennis player. "Hope you're ready, Smith," He said. Before Stan could nod, Charlie swatted him harder than Bullock did the first time. Stan's body jolted and gripped the edge of the table.

Charlie was just getting started as each time he strikes Stan it was more painful than the last. Charlie came down towards the final two strikes and did a special stance for the nineth before hitting him hard and for the last strike he put all he had and strike Stan hard causing him to yelp as his body jolted.

"Alright, I'm done. Who's next?" he asked, looking at the others. "I'll go the big man said. "You guys mind holding him down his ass is red, and he might get jumpy.

Bullock and Charlie nodded and pinned Stan down. Bullock took the extra mile and gagged Stan with his tie. "Alright, Gus, he all yours," He said.

Gus took his stance like a golf player as Stan braced himself. Gus wasted no time and struck Stan harder than the last two before him. Not wanting to lose power, he decided to keep going, causing Stan to out cries through his gag.

Gus stopped and got his arm ready for his last strike and delivered a blow that would make Stan let out a cry that would fill the whole room if it wasn't for his gag. "Good job Smith your half way through. I might need to give you a promotion when we're done with you." Bullock said.

"He's not done yet Bullock he may be durable handling a red ass but he's still not done suffering," one of them said in a dark voice.

"Come on, Dave, let him have a little hope. After all, we are abusing him," Charlie said. "Whatever, it's my turn now, so don't expect me to stop for a moment when I get to ten because I don't plan on stopping."

Stan had a worried look on his face but knew there's no running from it he might as well let them finish destroying his ass not like it was his anymore. Dave took his stance, unlike the first three, and his stance showed no sports related.

He moved his arm back as far as he could and started swatting Stan's ass as it turned into a deep shape of red Stan was jolted worse than last time as Dave smiled as he kept going eventually. By the time Dave was done Stan basically was silent and felt his ass burning like his costume fused into his skin.

"Alright, one more to go, you're up, Wade," Bullock said. Wave was pretty silent and nodded as he got up. He grabbed a large silver paddle to everyone's surprise except Stan who couldn't see what was going on behind him.

Wade got into position and delivered the first blow, causing Stan to yell under his gag. Feeling the cold metal hit his ass sent shivers down his body, he hasn't felt anything like that since Stello bullied him throughout high-school thank God it was only nine swats to go but when the second swat came Stan jumped as it felt like all five of them were spanking him.

After eight more swats, Stan's ass was dark red with hints of blue he didn't move either or try to stand for that matter. "Alright, Smith, the spanking over now for the finally." Bullock said. "Wade since you went all out with no hesitation I guess you should fuck him while we give him something special."

Wade tore the seat of Stan's costume open letting his plump ass out then proceeded to take his dick out and wasted no time shoving it Stan's ass causing Stan to hiss.

"Alright, Smith, your final task is jerk us off since you're in a rush to go somewhere," Bullock informed as he and the rest of his friends took out their boners.

Stan eyes widened a bit he didn't realize that Bullock and his friends were getting hard off of spanking him. He was busy dealing with the pain to notice the shift in their pants. Before he could say anything, he felt Wade moving inside him and let out a small moan.

"If you think Wade is great one day, we'll stretch out that hole of yours, but for now, just enjoy him for tonight," Bullock said. Him and the others started jerking off in Stan's face while Wade was busy fucking him and slapping his ass.

Stan continues moaning, feeling pain mix with pleasure as he slowly craved more. He suddenly started jerking off Bullock's friends while looking at the remaining people, including Bullock himself.

"Looks like he's finally given in and is now ready to pleasure us," Dave pointed. "Speak for yourself. He's jerking off both Charlie and Gus while we're here getting turned on by him, " Bullock pouted.

"Don't you... fuck him all the time?" Charlie asked. "Fine, let's finish this slut off and have a few drinks." Bullock said ready to unleash his load. Wide sending wave after wave of pleasure started to thrust harder and faster. Stan moans started to get noticeably louder and started jerking off both Charlie and Gus faster, causing them to moan.

It wasn't long before both of them shot their load on Stan's face and soon Bullock and Dave. Wade, reaching his end, started to pick up the pace and trusted faster, hitting Stan's prostate, causing him to moan louder. Stan slowly started leaking precum as Wide kept ramming into him faster.

Wade slammed into him one last Cummings inside him, filling him up and causing Stan to cumbin his costume. "Well, Bullock looks like you got yourself a rare agent that would make wish I had one." Charlie said.

"Told you he would be fun to fuck well spanked for starters" Bullock said smiling.

After Stan cleaned himself off, he switched back to his normal clothes he walked back to his SUV and enjoyed the rest of the day but was embarrassed to ever tell anyone let alone have them notice him sitting strange why it took him so long to enjoy the festival it was only for him to know and no one else.

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Stan parked his SUV at an empty park lot and took a moment before getting out of the car and closing it behind him. He walked up a hill for what seemed like an hour before stopping at a stone. He cleaned the moss that was covering it and sat down a few feet in front of it.

"Hello, old friend, it's been a while, hasn't it or years, depending on how you see it." Stan said, smiling a bit. "A lot has happened for the past few months, and I started to reconnect with the guys at the CIA, except it's different since you've died, John Sanders."

"You may be gone, but I still remember you. I'm not sure about the others do too, but I don't want to bumb them out by bringing you up out of the blue" Stan let one tear fall from his face as he thinks of all the time he had fun with Sanders even if he wasn't at work all the time. "You know Hooper is the reason why I still remember to this day. He's a pretty cool dude, but he could never replace you. Francine told me your family is doing better nowadays and is slowly moving on, but you probably already know that"

"Listen, I can't stay here for very long. I have an important meeting tomorrow, but I'll be back soon, and maybe I'll tell you what's been going on without. Until we meet again, old friend. " Stan got up and left a blue rose in front of the grave before walking away.

In the distance, a hooded figure with a black cyber like mask was watching Stan from a fare. "S-Stan... D-Dick... J-Jackson, " He whispered before walking away in the opposite direction.

A few hours later Stan stopped at a bar and sat at an empty stool and sighed. "Long day?" A man in a yellow shirt and dark blue pants asked. Stan looked over, and his eyes widened when he recognized who it was. "Aren't you Cleveland from The Cleveland Show?" He asked.

Cleveland looked at Stan and also wide-eyed. "Yes that’s me. Well, I used to be in my own show, but it got canceled, and now I'm back in Family Guy. You must be Stan Smith from American Dad! right?" Cleveland asked.

"Yes, and that's gotta be rough, but hey, at least your family is wholesome, unlike that other guy we know." Stan said, trying to comfort him. "Got that right," Cleveland laughed a bit.

"Anyways, what are you doing here if you're supposed to go back to Family Guy?" Stan asked curiously. "I wanted to stop by and have one last drink with a few buddies before I go, but Holt was the only guy who could make it," Cleveland informed in a sad tone.

"Sup," Holt said, sitting on the other side of Cleveland drinking his beer. "What about you?" Cleveland asked. "I was visiting an old friend of mine," Stan answered.

"Were you two close?" Holt asked. "Yeah, he was one of my closest friends," Stan informed. "Where is he now?" Cleveland asked. "He's gone," Stan said sadly.

Cleveland, feeling guilty, started drinking his beer as Holt did the same. "Sorry for your loss. hope you had good memories with him," Cleveland said.

"We had lots of fun memories and a bunch off screen." Stan said. "What about you and Holt? Are you two close friends?"

"It's kind of like a brother thing between us, but yeah, I guess you could say he and I are close friends." Cleveland informed.

"And the wired part is there are two others that are close with Cleveland, but they couldn't make it," Holt informed.

"That sounds rough. Hope you'll visit your friends from time to time." Stan said. "Funny how our shows are close to each other, yet we don't crossover very often,"

"Probably because I came from Family Guy and could only have Peter and the others come over on my show," Cleveland guessed.

The three continued drinking together and shared stories with each other as the night went on. After Stan paid for their drinks, the three made it back to their hotel rooms and rested for the rest of the evening and agreed to meet up again once in a while if they were ever free.

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Stan found himself in the worst scenario. It started with a simple mission to investigate arms dealers, but due to Dick stupidly calling his phone, it altered the dealers, and Stan had to find a hiding spot.

Not paying attention to where he was going, Stan found himself in the bathroom stall of a gas station except he didn't enter the right stall; it was the gloryhole stall.

"OK Stan, you need to make the best of a bad situation until they call off the search. You can do it, " Stan said in his head.

Stan jumped when the door burst open he heard two people come in, and his heart raced when they started knocking on every stall door until they got to him. "Looks like this is the last stall, and it looks like there's one person in it," one of them said.

Luckily, they didn't see Stan when they started looking for him, but it didn't help his situation one bit. Knowing only one way out of this Stan gulped before speaking. "N-need to relieve some stress?" He asked nervously.

"Oh, it's one of these stalls then… Yes, but not for me. It's for this guy." The guy said, pushing the hooded figure in the other stall. "Make sure you give him a good time he's been through hell ever since we first got him,"

Stan heard the other guy leave after he pushed his friend in the stall next to him. "Alright, sir, give me your dick," Stan blushed. Stan heard a zipper and then saw a large long dick enter through the hole.

"Alright Stan you can do this just don't fuck up" Stan said in his head. He started liking the dick as a warm-up to see how the man would enjoy it. Stan heard a quiet moan, which means the guy was enjoying it.

Stan kept going to see if the guy would moan louder but nothing, Stan decided to put the whole dick in his mouth, and it reached his throat. "Something about this feels familiar somehow," Stan said in his head.

Stan was nervous as he started suck the man's dick but suddenly got used to it like it wasn't the first time he sucked the person off. Stan kept going and used his tongue to circle the entire thing. The man was moaning a bit louder as Stan's moist tongue made his dick feel warm and wet.

Stan took the man's dick out his mouth and saw how moist he got it. "Anything else?" He asked. The man took his dick out the hole and didn't respond, Stan waited for an answer and soon heard a knock on his stall door. He gulped and let the man inside.

When the man entered Stan took a good look at him, he was wearing a black hood and a black helmet but Stan could tell that it was on due to the blue static on it. "Uhh, anything else?" Stan asked again, nervous this time.

The man grabbed Stan and shoved him through the wall, causing Stan to be dizzy and confused. "If you wanted my ass you could have just said something," He groaned.

The man yanked Stan's pants and underwear down and saw hints of marks on his ass from mostly Bullock with a bunch of tally marks. The man tilted his head and took two fingers and slid it into his ass causing Stan to moan this time.

"Oh, god~" Stan let out a loud moan, feeling the man forcing his fingers in his ass. The man moved his fingers around inside Stan's ass and pressed his prostate a few times, causing Stan to jump and moan louder.

The man took his fingers out of Stan's ass and slowly took off his helmet, placing it beside himself. He spread Stan's ass apart and started rimming him. Stan moaned, feeling the man's moist tongue in his ass. It felt good and yet familiar to him, but I didn't care as long as what the guy was doing felt good.

"Don't stop~" Stan moaned as the man kept rimming him, even going as far as to force his tongue inside of Stan's ass which in turn made Stan hard. "Yes, keep going~"

Before the man could do anything else, he heard his phone vibrate and rolled his eyes. He stopped rimming Stan and put his helmet back on. The man pulled Stan out of the wall and threw him against the other wall, causing him to sit down.

"Why did you stop?" Stan asked, confused and disappointed. The man throws his cash at Stan before fixing himself and leaves the bathroom with Stan there lost in lust.

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Stan groaned as he sat at his office working another boring shift. Today was his birthday. He should be happy, right? No, Stan hates his birthday, especially with Bullock making him work late on fun weekends.

"Happy Birthday Stan," a voice said from behind him. Stan turned around and saw it was Dick. "Oh thanks Dick, but I don't really like to celebrate my birthdays. Too many bad memories, " Stan informed.

"Oh, that's too bad. Hey, I know what would make your birthday more enjoyable. Meet in the stage studio after work," Dick said smiling. After Dick walked away Stan got back to work a bit curious about what his friend had in store for him.

Soon after work ended Stan made his way towards the studio and saw that the stage lights were on. "I wonder what Dick is planning to do?" He asked himself.

Stan took his seat towards the front of the stage and waited, crossing his arms, not expecting anything good. After ten minutes of waiting Stan heard music and saw Dick come out wearing a blue hat, purple tie with no shirt on, and blue pants.

Stan's eyes went wide as he realized what Dick was about to do and folded his arms. He watched as Dick started dancing to some music feeling hypnotized by his movements Stan could help but cheer for Dick unaware that he was getting turned on by him.

Dick took off his hat and threw it towards Stan and it landed on his lap, sending shivers down his spine. Stan was beginning to blush and turned his attention back towards Dick who was now tweaking.

Stan felt the room heat up and undid his blue work shirt and took off his black tie as his eyes were glued to his friend's ass. Stan couldn't help but unzip his fly and took Dick's hat and placed it on the seat next to him

Dick turned around and saw Stan's zipper down and blue through his underwear. He smiled and decided to make his way over towards Stan. When Dick got close to him, the two looked at each other and blushed before they kissed with Dick undoing Stan's pants.

After they broke the kiss Stan was left speechless and started undoing Dick's pants. "Is it alright… if you fuck me?" He asked, blushing.

"Anything for the birthday boy," Dick replied. Stan took Dick's bulge out of his underwear and started sucking on it, causing him to man and hold Stan's head. Dick rolled his eyes back, feeling Stan's moist tongue rubbing all over his dick. He slowly moved Stan's head up and down.

Dick could feel Stan moaning causing him to grip his hair as his dick got hard. Stan took his dick out his mouth and started jerking him off. As Dick stated on the stage he felt his dick grew more as Stan jerked him off. Not wanting to waste time he pushed Stan back and pulled his leg out a bit before pushing them up and pulled Stan's pants and underwear off him.

Stan didn't protest and instead let Dick have his way with his body. Dick positioned himself and wasted no time entering inside Stan causing both of them to moan. "Fuck~" Dick let out. He started to thrusting inside him while looking Stan in the face.

Stan held onto Dick's body as he was being penetrated by him. "Yes fuck my big ass~" Stan moaned feeling Dick sliding between his walls. Dick started picking up the pace and went deeper into Stan placing himself on top of Stan's body.

Stan moaned louder feeling his friend fuck him deeper and faster, he was practically In heaven at this point. It was nice not to be brutally fucked for a change luckily Dick was gentle with him.

Dick shut his closed and started ramming inside Stan at a fast pace as Stan gripped his body while biting down on his lip. "Please fill me up~" Stan moaned. "As you wish~" Dick moaned.

Dick grabbed the back of the seat and fucked Stan deeper filling the room with moans thumps. Each thrust he started leaking precum and after a few more deep thrust he exploded Cummings inside Stan deeply "Fuck~" he let out.

Stan feeling his inside being filled came as well as cum got on his stomach, chest, and on Dick. Dick collapsed on Stan's body, and the two started to catch their breaths.

"Dick… I gotta say… best birthday gift ever," Stan said with a smile on his face. "I'm glad you like it… everyone deserves a good birthday," Dick said. He got off Stan and sat back down on the stage.

Before they could get dressed, they heard clapping noise from the exit and saw Bullock slowly approaching them. "Good show the both of you especially you Dick didn't know we had more than one slut here" Bullock said trying to hold back his anger.

"Sir, how long have you been watching us?" Stan asked nervously. "For a while now on the security cameras. I honestly forgot it was your birthday Smith, if I'd known I would have given you a special gift but seeing as how Dick beat me to it I guess I would give you your late gift then." Bullock said, grabbing his bulge.

"Of course I'm not gonna go in unprepared seeing as how Dick was about to suck you off. Why don't I put his mouth to the test. Get over here Dick" Bullock ordered.

Both Stan and Dick gulped, seeing no way out of their current situation they both looked at each other and nodded. Dick got on his knees and grabbed Bullock's bulge out his pants and underwear and started sucking on it. Bullock moaned and grabbed his head and started fucking it.

Dick had his eyes shut as he sucked on his boss's dick almost choking on it. Bullock looked up and smiled feeling his dick sucked. "You sure do give the best present, I'm actually jealous" He said in a relaxed tone.

After a pleasurable two minutes passed Bullock Stopped Dick and turned his attention to Stan was still in the same position Dick left him. "Too tired to move huh Smith don't worry after I'm done with you you'll be able to move in three hours." Bullock said with an evil smirk.

Bullock walked over to Stan who had a worried expression on his face. Bullock positioned himself and forced his dick inside Stan causing him to grunt.

"Too… big sir," Stan groaned. "Oh, don't complain, Smith, you've taken worse before," Bullock pointed out. Bullock started moving at a fast rhythm, not even bothering being gentle with Stan.

Stan gripped the edge of his seat, feeling Bullock hitting his prostate over and over, basically drooling with lust. "Like that, don't you Smith? I would keep going, but I prefer you be fresh for me to use,"

Bullock started ramming into Stan at a fast pace, causing Stan to let go of his seat and lie there moaning while his boss slowly started to fill him up with precum. "Looks like I reached my end early probably due to me watching you guys fuck earlier," Bullock grunted. With one last thrust, he slammed into Stan and started filling him up deeply.

After filling his rectum up with his own cum Bullock pulled out and looked at his work watching Stan ass slowly leak cum. "See that Dick now, that's how you satisfy an agent," Bullock said proudly.

After fixing himself, Bullock left the studio leaving Stan and Dick there too dazed to move or say anything.

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Stan was in his car feeling a bit wired ever since this morning. Did everything he usually does every morning but something today just feels weird but he couldn't tell what it was.

After closing his car door and walking inside the CIA building the day went pretty much the same but things started to get a bit weird when he entered the bathroom.

When he got inside the bathroom he felt a jolt in his ass and immediately stood on his toes for a bit before standing normally again. "What was that?" He asked himself.

Stan felt another jolt and dashed towards the sink and locked in the mirror. "Get a hold of yourself Stan, whatever is happening has something to do with your body, something in here is making you react for some reason" He said in his head.

Before he could plan his next move, he heard the toilet flushing from behind him, and Dick came out of one stall and John out the other, and the two started to wash their hands. "Hey Stan," Dick said in a cheerful tone.

"Morning Stan," John said with a smile on his face. "Hey guys, what's?..." Before Stan could say anything else, his body jumped a bit, getting both Dick and John's attention.

"You ok Stan? It's a bit early to be jumping like that," Dick said with concern. "Huh, oh yeah everything is just…" Stan jumped again felling another jolt in his ass.

"Looks like you got a vibrator in your ass. Did you forgot to take it out last night or something" John asked.

Stan blushed. He should have realized that he was feeling a vibrator since this morning but he would have felt it in the car. "I don't remember how it got in my ass but someone is triggering it…" Stan's body jolted again. "Please do something,"

Both John and Dick got to thinking, but mostly John, Dick was a bit nervous because he never trained or told how to handle stuff like this. John quickly pulled Stan and Dick into the last bathroom stall and locked the door.

"OK, Stan the only solution I came up with is if me and Dick quickly fuck you. It's a long shot but it might help" John said.

"Seriously, I know that's how it works in sex… Almost, but is that really the best option to handle…" Stan jumped, feeling the vibration getting worse. "Looks like I got no other choice. What should I do?"

"I'll take your face Dick you get his backside and don't hold back, and please make it good so that Stan also gets turned on," John said.

"Oh, come on. It's not my fault my last girlfriend dumped me because I couldn't keep up with her. She was always in a hurry to finish," Dick pouted, getting behind Stan.

"Just do whatever it takes to shut this thing off!" Stan yelled. "Alright Dick take these and let me know when you're ready," John handed Dick a yellow pill. Dick didn't ask anything about it and just swallowed it.

John took Stan and sat on the toilet and placed Stan over his lap. He then yanked his pants and underwear down and started spanking him. "Ouch, what the hell John, I thought you were gonna make me suck you off," Stan groaned as he was spanked.

"Sorry, Stan but for Dick to get hard, he has to watch someone getting spanked or spank someone, so I gotta do this first," John informed as he continued to spank Stan.

Dick watched as John spanked Stan. He was going at it, making sure Stan's ass was turning red. Dick couldn't help but take out Dick and started jerking off as he watched Stan's ass jiggle with each slap.

Dick started to get hard but his boner was getting bigger than his usual size but he didn't care he was itching to fuck Stan. "J-John…" He called out.

John looked at Dick who was ready to get down and dirty. He gave Stan a few more spanks before stopping. "Alright Stan now we're ready," He said, putting Stan on his knees.

Stan nodded and took John's dick and slowly put it in his mouth and started sucking on it. Dick picked up Stan's lower body and shoved his rod into Stan's ass without warning. Stan groaned, causing his mouth to vibrate around John's dick causing him to moan.

John grabbed Stan's head and slowly started fucking it closing his eyes shut feeling Stan's warm tongue rub against it. Dick healed onto Stan's hip as he slowly moved inside him. His eyes rolled back as he enjoyed feeling some power over his co-worker.

Stan hated being bottom for his coworkers, but it was necessary to stop the random vibration. On the other hand, part of him did enjoy every moment of it almost like he wanted to do this for a while. Giving in to his lust for more Stan started licking John's dick causing him to fuck his face faster.

Seeing Stan pick up the pace on John Dick decided to go a little bit faster, slapping Stan's as he was moving inside him, causing his dick to grow a few more inches.

Stan found himself enjoying every moment of being fucked. He's been on a lot of sexual missions yet this was his first time getting fucked by anyone. He let out a quiet moan vibrating John's dick causing John to fuck him him harder as he was close leaking precum.

Dick feeling Stan's ass bouncing on his cock was turned on even more and also started leaking precum. Both John and Dick started moaning loud as they fuck Stan faster and harder as their dicks twitched. They both shut their eyes closed shut and slammed into Stan one last time before both of them filled Stan's body with their loads.

Stan feeling the warm liquids inside him was enough to make him cum but before he could unleash his load the vibration inside him stopped him from doing so.

John feels Stan swallowing all of his cum and after it was all gone both he and Dick pulled out all three of them collapsed on the floor catching their breaths.

"D-Did that do anything… Stan?" John asked. "Don't know but it stopped me from cumming just now," Stan said moving on his back. "But still, I enjoyed what you both did,"

Both John and Dick smiled, hearing their friend enjoy what they gave him. "I think you should go see Dr. Weitzman about this, " Dick suggested smiling.

"After we catch our breaths, we might have to work overtime after all of this," John said.

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It's punishment week at the CIA and Bullock's favorite weekend, where he gets to punish every agent, putting them through hell for an entire week. Today, it's Stan and his friends turn to be punished.

"Let's see you're Smith's old bully, huh?" Bullock asked as he looked at a large man who wore a white shirt, black pants, and black shoes. "Not much of a talker are you, that's fine. I got a big job for you. You see, I need you to give me a show and have your way with Smith. Make sure you don't hold anything back on him. I wanna be able to cum to seeing him being fucked,"

The man nodded and got up from his seat and walked out of the room. Meanwhile Stan is in an empty room sitting on the other side of the table waiting for his punishment. Stan had one of his childhood traumas last week and it screwed up his mission big time. Whatever Bullock is gonna do to him will probably be both painful and humiliating.

The door finally opened and a man walked in and closed the door locking it then turned to look at Stan who looked like he saw a ghost. "S-Stelio… what are you doing here?" Stan managed to ask.

Stelio didn't respond but nodded to the camera on the ceiling and walked over towards a wall and hooked up his boombox and put down a blue duffle bag. Stan started to put two and two together and realized that Stello was gonna to punish him instead. "Bullock paid you to… to punish me?" He asked.

Stelio turned to Stan and nodded then pressed play on his boombox and it started playing his theme. Stelio walked over towards Stan and grabbed him by his shirt and threw him over the table and proceeded to yank both his pants and underwear down.

Stan blushed and knew what Bullock wanted Stelio to do. Not only was he gonna get spanked but knowing his old bully he's gonna have his own fun with him. Stelio grabbed a wooden paddle from his duffel bag and positioned himself before giving Stan's ass a hard swat.

Stan let out a loud grunt, Stelio wasn't his greatest fear for nothing when he hits he hits hard luckily he wasn't using his hands or Stan would be in much worse than what he received in the past. "Did Bullock tell you how much you're gonna have to do?" He asked looking back at him. Stelio said nothing and gave Stan the next strike causing him to let out a yelp.

"I forgot you can't talk," Stan groaned. Meanwhile Bullock was watching the event in his office. He smiled as he watched Stelio painfully spanking Stan repeatedly. He wished he could do it himself but this was somewhat better as now he could enjoy the show and pleasure himself. "Think I might hire this guy if this is what he's capable of doing," He said to himself.

Back in the empty room Stelio was fifty swats in and Stan's ass was red with Stan trying not to cry. He wished it was over but knowing Stelio and Bullock they both get pleasure from doing this. "Stelio… please stop… I'll pay you better than what Bullock's paying," He begged, but Stelio ignored and kept going, this time putting more power into it.

Stan let out a loud yelp, feeling the hard force of the wooden paddle. "I'll take that as a no then," Stan groaned. Stelio was now fifty-one swats in and decided to switch stance before continuing. After giving himself a minute Stelio continued to wear he left off this time hitting twice as hard. Stan was gonna break before Stelio would reach a hundred not like he can do anything about it he was stronger than him and more brutal.

Stelio continued the swats, each painful then the last as he could feel himself getting hard as the front part of his pants got tighter with each time he swats Stan's plump ass.

After what seemed like thirty minutes Stelio swatted Stan one last time hitting hard as a loud snap was heard. Stelio then threw his spanking stick to the side hearing Stelio stick hit the ground Stan was proud that he didn't break.

"Stelio, are we done yet or is there more?" Stan asked, groaning. Stelio came around in front of Stan and shook his head no and pointed towards his crotch.

Stan's face turned pale to what he was implying. Stan remembered all throughout high school Stelio had this special treatment for him whenever the two were in the locker room. "Isn't your spankings enough? Do you have to go that far?"

Stelio just said nothing and walked behind Stan again. He proceeded to unzip his pants letting them hit the floor then took out his huge dick and positioned himself before shoving it inside Stan without warning.

Stan grunted and gripped the table feeling the huge dick in his ass. Even when they were both adults Stelio was still too big for him; it was like he was being split In half.

Stelio started moving at normal speed causing Stain pain in the process. Grabbing both of Stan's hips he thrust inside him deeper sending shockwaves inside the agent's body.

Stan let out grunts of pain closing his eyes shut. Feeling Stelio's dick inside him repeatedly hitting his spot was enough to make his lust take over as he slowly began to moan.

Stelio hears his moan and decided to thrust into him harder now moving extremely fast as he felt relaxed fucking his favorite victim again. "Ohh God you're huge~" Stan moaned, drooling and his eyes now rolled back.

Meanwhile Bullock was in his office enjoying the show as he pleasures himself seeing his favorite toy being fucked by his bully. Seeing his agent in that state always turns him on.

Back in the room Stelio was still going as both men were sweating from the extreme sex Stelio was giving. Stan had his tongue out and his dick was rock hard feeling himself about to burst at any moment.

Stelio suddenly rammed into deeper causing Stan to moan out loud and leak precum. Stello reached his limit thrust into Stan's ass one more time and unleashed his load as some it leaked out. Stan feeling the hot liquid inside him was enough to make him cum too as it hit the floor.

Stelio made sure he got all of it out thrust into Stan a few more times before pulling out and watched as a good chunk leaked out of Stan's now massive hole.

After fixing himself Stelio pulled his pants back on and took a picture of himself and Stan's ass filled with cum and got his stuff and walked out the room leaving Stan tired on the table.

As he was walking down the halls Bullock walked towards him. "Great job Kontos, here's your cut hope you had a good afternoon" He said paying the man. Stelio didn't really care for the money, he just liked humiliating Stan.

After taking the money Stelio walked out of the building and got in his truck and drove off. In the distance a masked figure was watching him from a far before walking away.

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Stan walked out of the bathroom and got in the bed ready to sleep after a long day at work. After closing his eyes for a good three minutes a black sack went over his face. This woke Stan up and he tried to fight whoever was taking him.

With a muffled voice Stan was in panic as he was carried out of the room, unable to see what was going on around him. After five minutes, he was then thrown down on a chair, and his assailant took the bag from off his head. "Who are you people, and what do you want from me!?" He said in a panic.

He looked around and found himself wearing an orange leaper underwear. "H-How did you manage to put me in this?" Stan looked up to see three masked guys in front of him and gulped. "Listen, what this is about, can't we just talk about it?"

The three looked at him and shook their heads. One of them handed the other guy a pill and swallowed it. The other one then decided to take Stan and lift him off the chair, then proceed to sit in the chair and bend Stan over his lap.

"W-Wait what are you?..." Before Stan could say anything the assailant started spanking him causing Stan to start struggling but he was quickly pinned down and spanked harder. "Argh! OK ok I won't struggle. Just tell me what you guys came for,"

None of them said anything as Stan continued getting spanked. As Stan let out grunts and cries of pain, one of them was enjoying the show to where he was jerking off while watching Stan squirm with his eyes shut.

Stan, now thirty spanks, was confused about why this was happening. He didn't do anything for the past few days to deserve this, and for it to come out of nowhere without any explanation was strange, especially if his assailant won't tell him anything?

Before he could try asking again, he was suddenly spanked harder, breaking his focus. "Argh, couldn't you give me a heads up first?" He said, looking back only to be spanked hard again, causing him to jump. The assailant tightened his grip and continued spanking him more slowly, turning his ass red.

Stan gripped the assailant's leg as he felt his ass being burned by the spanking; he could practically feel his underwear fusing into his ass. The assailant stopped when he hit sixty, not before spanking Stan one last time, leaving his ass red sore.

The assailant then pushed Stan off him leaving him on the floor with his ass in the air. Before he could move, the large assailant came up behind him and taped both his arms behind his back, and pulled his underwear down his legs.

Stan, surprised, knew what was next and braced himself. Expecting to feel someone's dick inside his ass felt something completely different, he was being rimmed by what feels like the big guy.

Not like he was complaining, he was painfully spanked and now was being rimmed. "Please don't stop~" He moaned. The assailant pressed his face into Stan's plump ass and continued to eat him out. The assailant pushed his tongue inside Stan's ass causing him to moan and his dick to start twitching as the other two assailants were jerking off to it.

Stan slowly became lost in lust and didn't care about his situation anymore and just wanted this pleasure to go on all night. As minutes passed all four men were close to cumming with Stan being jerked off by the large assailant while the other two were jerking off fast.

The large assailant then went deeper into Stan causing him to moan and clenched his fist, reaching his limit Stan came on the floor. "Ahhh, fuck~" he moaned.

Stan locked up and watched as his assistants reached their limit and came all over the chair Stan was in. After they finished getting all their load out one of them undid Stan's bind and pushed him towards the chair. "I'm guessing you all want me to get rid of the evidence huh? Alright then," Stan said.

Stan proceeded to like the cum off the chair as the three watched while getting a view of Stan's plump ass. Stan felt a bit humiliated yet satisfied, as continued to clean the chair with his tongue he thought about upgrading security so this won't happen again.

After Stan finished cleaning the chair his assailants each slapped his ass and threw Stan's pajamas back at him. Once they got back to the van and drove off. They took off their masks and revealed themselves to be Dick, John, and Duper.

"So was tonight fun?" Dick asked. "Sure was, now I see why you picked Stan, his ass was perfect to pass up," John said, high fiving his friend as they drive off into the night.

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Stan walked down the hall on his way to Dr. Weitzman lad to figure out how to stop the vibrator and who's controlling it. With each step, the vibration gets higher as Stan would walk on his toes and clenched his butt.

He finally reached Dr. Weitzman lab and walked in. "Hello, Dr. Weitzman? Are you here? It's an emergency, and I need your help," Stan called out, hoping for a response.

"Yes, I'm here just finishing up an experiment of mine," a voice called out from behind a white curtain. Stan walked towards the curtain and moved it to the side and saw Dr. Weitzman working on a device.

Dr. Weitzman turns around and sees Stan standing behind him. "Oh hey Stan, what can I do for you?" He asked, taking off his goggles and putting his tools to the side.

Before Stan could say anything, the vibration in his backside went off, causing him to stand on his toes with a red face. Dr. Weitzman looked confused and took a good look at Stan and guessed his situation.

"Let me guess you're under the control of the new vibrator huh? I'm guessing it's the new model one, right?" Dr. Weitzman asked, smiling. The vibration in Stan's backside stopped. Stan now standing on his feet, sighed and nodded with his face still pink.

Dr. Weitzman got up and went to a cabinet and pulled out strange small devices and a remote. "I'm guessing it's something like this then," He then put the device down and pressed the button on the remote, and the small device started vibrating as well as the vibrator inside Stan.

Stan grunts and blushes harder, feeling the vibrator activate again. "Yep, that's it," He managed to say. Dr. Weitzman then pressed a button on the remote, and both vibrators stopped.

"Tell you what I can help you out with if you do a little something for me," Dr. Weitzman said with a smile. Stan gulped with a worried expression on his face. "And what would that be?" He asked nervously.

"A jackoff and a makeout session between you and me," Dr. Weitzman said. Stan, confused, looked at him wide-eyed. "Is that it?" He asked.

"Yeah that's what I want and the vibrator in you might shut down if we both cum," Dr. Weitzman said. Stan thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright, I'll do it if it will get this thing out of me," He said.

Dr. Weitzman pushed Stan back a few feet and closed the white curtain obviously putting the vibrator inside him. After three minutes the curtain opened up and Dr. Weitzman stood there only wearing a white shirt and nothing else.

Stan blushed before undoing his dress clothes then throws them on a nearby lab table wearing only a white tank top. "Alright let's get this over with," he said.

The two then get in front of each other and start jerking each other off with Stan embarrassed about his current situation while Dr. Weitzman slowly enjoyed the moment.

As the two continue to jerk each other off Stan slowly started picking up the speed causing Dr. Weitzman's dick to get hard. Dr. Weitzman smiled and started to increase his speed as well, causing Stan's dick to slowly get hard making him moan a bit.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Dr. Weitzman asked, looking Stan in the eyes. "Surprisingly yes didn't expect you to be this good then again Dick was also pretty amazing so yeah," Stan answered, smiling a bit.

The two looked at each other before they kissed each other as both their dicks twitched. After they both broke the kiss the two focused on making each other cum going at a fast pace.

Reaching their climax both men held their eyes shut as felt dicks twitched. "Oh god here it comes" Dr.Weitzman let out as he came all over Stan's stomach. Stan was about to shoot his load when all of the sudden the vibrator inside him stopped him from cumming.

The two stopped and sat down on the ground with Dr. Weitzman disappointed with the outcome. "Dang it, that should have worked. That vibrator inside you is a real pain," he said in frustration.

"That's why I needed your help to find out who's controlling me," Stan said. Dr. Weitzman stood up and went towards his desk looking for something.

Stan stood up and put his clothes back on and waited for Dr. Weitzman to finish doing whatever he's doing. "Alright Stan this tracker should help you find the other remote" Dr. Weitzman said handing the remote towards him.

"Thanks now, time to get to the bottom of this mystery and make this person pay" Stan said walking out of the lab.

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Stan found himself running away on another mission this time due to his phone ringing at the worst possible time. He didn't have time to check who it was but due to having twelve guys on his tail. "Dang it better find a place to take cover at," He said to himself almost out of breath.

Stan sees one of the vans left open and runs towards it. He hopped inside a white van and closed the door behind him. As he slowly turned around he was met with the same hooded person he ran into last month.

"Uhh… wrong van?" Stan smiled nervously hoping he wouldn't have to get into a fight with the guy but to his disappointment the man hopped onto Stan trying to choke him. Stan managed to hold him back with one arm and reached Into his pocket and pulled out a syringe with unknown chemicals in it.

He then injects it into the guy's shoulders but halfway the guy quickly takes it out his body and injects it into Stan's chest. Stan got the guy off him and pushed him back and took the syringe out of his chest and felt his body heat up.

"What was in that chemical?" Stan asked himself, starting to sweet. Stan felt himself getting slower and got up to look at the hooded guy. His eyes went wide as he saw the guy reacting differently, Stan couldn't tell but it looked like the guy was getting angry.

"Maybe I could help him… what am I thinking? Why am I feeling sorry for this guy?" Stan asked in his head. The hooded guy stopped and looked at Stan slowly getting up.

Stan noticed the huge bulge in his pants and gulped. Not only did he get slower but the hooded guy was both angry and horny. "I don't suppose you accept apologies do you?" He asked nervously.

The guy grabbed Stan's head and took his now hard and massive dick out and shoved it into Stan's mouth and started fucking it fast causing Stan to choke on it.

Stan's eyes were shut, feeling the guy's dick going up and down his throat. "Oh god, why does this keep happening whenever I'm on a solo mission?" Stan asked in his head. The guy was moving Stan's head back and forth as his dick was being swallowed.

As the man's dick was getting wet from Stan's moist tongue, Stan felt like he was gonna run out of oxygen and tried to reach for the man's mask only for The Man to pin him down on the floor. The man then proceeded to pull his dick out of Stan's mouth and tie both his hands together and slowly tear off Stan's clothes.

Stan felt humiliated and helpless, feeling his clothes being torn off and detained like a wild animal. He was still recovering from being deep throated but in his head he didn't want this to stop.

Once the man got all of Stan's clothes off him he then positioned Stan having him on his knees and the top part of his body down only leaving his ass in the air. The man wasted no time and shoved his dick deeply inside Stan's ass. "Argh… please pull out… it's too big," He groaned.

The man ignored his and started ramming inside of Stan's rectum causing Stan's eyes to go wide as the man proceeded to fuck him without mercy. "Please… I'm begging you stop…" Stan said louder but in his head. "Yes please keep going, don't stop,"

The guy took Stan's tie and shoved it in his mouth gagging him with it. Meanwhile Stan's cries were heard from outside the van by other people but were soon ignored when Stan's cries were silenced.

Back inside the van Stan's eyes rolled back as the man was repeatedly hitting his prostate causing Stan to moan through his gag. The man soon started to leak precum and feeling himself reaching his climax he slam into Stan lowering his ass with each thrust causing Stan to moan louder.

The man let out a loud groan before slamming himself into Stan one more time cumming deeply inside his ass. Stan's eyes widened feeling the man dumping his load inside him.

Once the man finished filling Stan's ass with his cum he slowly pulled out and watched as the fluids leaked out of his ass. Feeling another loud coming he proceeds to force Stan on his knees and unleashes another load in Stan's face covering him in cum.

The man uncuffed Stan and sat back down far away from him. He looked at Stan who was busy jerking himself off, still moving slowly due to the chemical that was injected into him.

Eventually Stan finished cumming on the floor before leaning back to catch his breath. He looked at the hooded man who was also catching his breath. Wanting to find out who was under the mask Stan slowly moved towards him and reached for his mask only for The Man to grab his arm, stopping him.

The man pressed a button on the side of his mask slowly opening it then stopped when his mouth was exposed and proceeded to kiss Stan. Stan was surprised then slowly kissed back feeling something familiar about the guy.

The man broke the kiss and pulled his mask back down. Before Stan could ask he fell unconscious on the floor. The man got up and checked his pulses and felt Stan was still alive.

He then looked over to the syringe and took a moment before getting up and leaving the van and closing the door behind. He took a few steps forward then stopped feeling a memory rushed into his head. "W-weitzman?" He said before shaking it off and walking away.

Five hours later Stan woke up and looked around and found himself fully dressed. As he slowly got up and saw a note fall off his lap and picked it up. "Call me when you need it, masked hood," Stan read aloud. He put the note in his pocket and hopped out of the van.

He saw that no one was around, meaning he failed another mission, but he didn't care about it too much; he was more curious about the masked hooded figure and why he felt so familiar.

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Stan follows the signal on the tracker, leading him down the hall towards the workstations. "Whoever is controlling me must be close," He said, walking past several offices until stopping at Bullock's.

"God dammit, it's gonna be Bullock, isn't it?" Stan asked himself, groaning. He walked into Bullock's office, and the tracker started going crazy pointing at Bullock's desk, getting his boss's attention.

"Smith, where the hell is that noise coming from? And why are you here?" Bullock asked, annoyed.

"I'm the one who should be asking the questions here," Stan said, closing the door behind him. "Why the hell did you put that vibrator inside me?!"

"Damn it Weitzman, you see Smith I needed a test subject to test the new vibrator I had Dr.Weitzman create and it just so happens that you were walking by and it gave me the idea to use you for this experiment," Bullock informed.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is just to have that thing inside me? Three guys had the hots for me, and I had to satisfy them, and I ain't doing anything else today or ever," Stan said a bit angry.

"Then the experiment is a success. Sorry Smith, but you're gonna have to endure it just a little while longer," Bullock said, smiling.

Stan clenched his fist, the fact Bullock was using him for an experiment without his permission, and for his own entertainment was enough to make him angry. Stan rushed towards Bullock, catching him off guard and quickly cuffing him to his chair.

"Smith, what are you doing? Uncuff me this instance," Bullock demanded, struggling to get free.

"After what you did to me? Not a chance, it's payback time," Stan said. He yanked Bullock's pants off, then pulled a vibrator out of his pocket and shoved it in Bullock's ass causing him to winch but soon enjoyed it.

"You liked that, huh? Then I better give you what you want then," Stan said. He then proceeded to get down on his knees and started sucking Bullock off.

Bullock moaned and moved his head back and stared at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of Stan's tongue rubbed against his dick. "Yeah like that…~" he moaned, placing one hand on Stan's head.

Stan feels Bullock's dick slowly getting hard and switches it up by licking it like a popsicle swallowing, adding more warm saliva, causing Bullock to moan a bit louder.

To Bullock, this was heaven, and he didn't need to force or punish Stan to get this treatment though he thought it would be better if he was in control. His thoughts were soon interrupted when Stan stopped sucking his dick which was now hard.

Bullock watched as he got up, turned around, and dropped both his dress pants and underwear, letting his plump ass into Bullock's view. Stan positioned himself before he slowly sat on Bullock's dick letting it enter inside his ass.

"Ohh, fuck~" Stan moaned. Bullock couldn't help but grab onto his hips tightly and push himself in a little deeper. Stan groaned and rolled his eyes before he started riding him. Bullock moaned as he watched Stan's plump ass bouncing on his dick.

The agent's ass was swallowing Bullock's dick whole almost like Stan wanted every inch of his dick to be inside his ass. "Looks like all those missions I've assigned Smith seemed to pay off," Bullock thought to himself.

Stan started to feel the heat and started grinding on his boss's lap as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and tie. He gripped onto his boss's desk and bounced on his boss's lap at a fast pace.

With both men close to cumming both men closed their eyes shut and let out a quiet moan. Stan, now slamming himself onto Bullock, started to leak precum. Bullock holding onto the agent's hips now gripping them as he felt himself about to cum.

"Oh, god… here it comes~" Stan let out slamming himself onto Bullock one last time before he shot his load on the floor. Bullock feeling the agent's ass slammed onto him was enough to make him cum but weirdly enough he didn't and all the pleasure along with it.

Stan got and put his clothes back on and turned around and looked at Bullock. "I hope you enjoyed my body because it's the last time I'll let you use it. Also you're not cumming inside my ass anymore since I turned on that restriction on the vibrator.

Bullock's eyes widened, now it makes sense why Stan would pleasure him. Especially since Stan hated being fucked by other people. "So I will never cum again?" He asked.

"No, you will just not today unless you can beat the restriction," Stan said, turning on the vibrator before leaving.

Before heading home Stan paid Weitzman one last visit. "Hey, Weitzman, still here I need a favor," He said walking into his lab.

Dr. Weitzman turned around and looked at the agent. "Sure what do you need?" He asked, holding his clipboard.

"I need you to take the vibrator out of me. I can't let what today happen again," Stan said.

Dr. Weitzman nodded and grabbed two gloves and closed the curtains so he and Stan would have some privacy.

The next day Stan walks back into Bullock's office and sees him still cuffed but gripping his chair. "Looks like you need some help," Stan said.

"Smith… please I need to…" Bullock groaned in pain.

"I know but only if you promise not to use me a sex doll and give me the respect I deserve," Stan demanded.

Bullock thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Of course… I promise just let me… let it out," Bullock managed to say.

Stan got on his knees and looked at his boss. "I'll only let you do this to me one last time," Stan grabbed Bullock's dick and put every inch in his mouth. He then pressed a button on the remote and Bullock closed his eyes and let out a sigh in relief as he finally cum inside the agent's mouth.

Stan holds it inside his mouth before swallowing all of it whole. After Bullock had finished Stan got up and undid the cuffs on Bullock's wrist then walked out of his office feeling humiliated and yet throughout most of it he enjoyed it.

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I'm taking a break from request to write stories based on my ideas, don't worry I'm still doing the last story request I got.

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Stan parked his car at a parking lot of a hotel he visited when he met Cleveland and Holt for the first time. He got a call from Holt asking if he could meet him here to hang out. "This place sure brings back memories. I wonder if a lot of crossovers will happen here. Anyways, time to meet up with Holt and catch up," Stan said to himself, walking inside the hotel.

He went up to the third floor and walked down the hallway. He then stopped at room twenty-five and knocked on the door and waited for a response.

The door opened, revealing it to be Holt. "Stan man, how's it going, big guy?" He asked Stan a fist bump.

"Going well, Cleveland here, or is he busy in another show?" Stan asked, smiling at Holt.

"Cleve bro is not here, but I got another guy here to meet you," Holt led Stan inside and closed the door.

Stan looked at the beds and saw a person with blond hair, a light blue shirt, and dark blue pants. "Who is he?" He asked.

"His name is Terry Kimple, Cleveland's best friend in high school," Holt informed. "Terry, meet Stan the guy I was talking about,"

"Nice to meet you Stan," Terry said, putting his hand out.

"Likewise," Stan said, shaking his hand.

The three soon found themselves sitting on the bed watching the latest football game while catching up on what they've been up to, even reminiscing about the old days and even mentioning Cleveland a few times.

They soon found themselves starting to get drunk as they continued to watch the game. Just as one of the teams was about to score, the TV went static. All three of them groaned and went to the TV.

"Looks like it's on the fritz, I'll be able to fix it, but it might take some time," Terry informed.

"Sorry bro, I can't wait that long. I'm heading down to see if I could watch The rest of the game," Holt said as he walked out the door stumbling a bit due to being a little drunk.

Stan closed the door then sat on the bed, and waited for Terry to fix the TV. "How do you know how to fix a TV?" He asked.

"I work at a cable company, so getting this junk to work should be no issue for me," Terry informed, and he bent down to see if anything was wrong with the wires.

As Stan waited, he could help but stare at Terry's backside, even noticing his zebra thong. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has a sexual life," he said in his head, checking Terry out.

As Terry continues rearranging the wires, he notices Stan being silent for a while he looks back and notices Stan staring at him or at something else. Terry followed his eyes and realized Stan was starting at his ass. Terry blushed but soon had an idea grinning and went back to work.

Stan while waiting, started drinking more he started to grow tired, eventually laying down on his back and dozing off.

After an hour passed Stan slowly woke but felt smothered underneath something. Using his tongue to investigate. he licked the substance, and his eyes lit, realizing he was under someone's ass.

"Looks like you're awake. I hope you don't mind if I sit here for a while, do you?" A voice asked. Stan recognized the voice to be Terry's and muffled under his ass.

He tried to move his arms but felt them being healed down by Terry's strong arm. With no chance of escape Stan decided to take advantage of the situation and started rimming Terry through his underwear.

Terry, surprised by Stan's tongue, moaned. "Woah there Smith if you gonna start rimming me, then allow me to make it easier for you," He pulled his underwear down, giving Stan full access to his ass.

Stan continued rimming his hole, causing him to moan. Terry, feeling Stan's warm tongue touching his sensitive hole, enjoyed every moment of it. He looked down and noticed the bulge in his blue pants.

Terry let go of Stan's arms and undid his pants, taking out his dick that was now hard and started sucking on it. The two moaned as they continued to pleasure each other.

Stan noticed Terry was no longer holding him down. Seeing the perfect opportunity Stan pushed Terry off him and flipped him on his back. Terry had no time to react now on his back, looking at Stan who was smiling at him.

Stan positioned himself and slammed himself inside Terry's ass causing him to moan loud as he gripped the bed sheets. Stan roughly started fucking him while smiling. "Bet you wished you wish you never let go huh?" He asked as he slammed into him.

"Nah, this… feels so good," Terry moaned as he started seeing stars. "Oh is that so well then I better give you what you want then," Stan said. He pulled out for a good ten seconds before roughly going back in, going deeper into Terry.

Terry's eyes rolled back from the rough pleasure Stan was giving him. He was practically drooling at this point feeling Stan destroying his ass.

"S-stan…~" Terry called out as Stan continued drilling inside his rectum. Stan noticed Terry's dick kept twitching with each thrust and got an idea.

Stan pulled out of Terry's now streaming hole and positioned himself before sliding down his dick while slowly moaning. Stan then proceeded to ride him slamming his ass on the man's lap.

Terry looked at Stan who was enjoying his dick inside him slowly leaking precum. As Stan kept going he too was starting to leak precum but before both of them could say a word they both heard the door opened and closed.

"Hey guys I got bad news, our team lost the game…" Holt stopped as soon as he saw both of them naked and Stan on Terry's dick.

"Uhh,... mind if I join you guys?" Holt asked, twiddling his thumbs. Both Stan and Terry looked at each other and smiled before looking at Holt and nodding. Stan got up and grabbed Holt and began strapping his clothes off.

Once Holt was naked he positioned himself on Terry and sat on his dick. Stan pushed Holt onto Terry's chest and shoved his dick inside him causing Holt to winch feeling two dicks in his ass.

Stan grabbed his hips and started moving at a fast pace causing all three of them to moan. As Stan continues moving inside Holt while rubbing against Terry's dick. Eventually Stan and Terry reached their limits and both men shot their loads inside Holt's rectum causing him to cum as well.

After Stan took a moment to catch his breath he pulled out of Holt's ass along with Terry and watched as cum slowly started leaking out of his ass. Stan, feeling worn out, collapsed on the bed next to the two and passed out.

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"This blows. I've worked in the CIA for 20 years, and I…" Stan was cut off mid sentence when a customer got hit with a dart. He was expecting a bullet, but this time was different. He looked back at the sniper who was now running away, except it wasn't a CIA agent who shot the customer. It was the masked man again.

Before Stan could do anything, the customer started breathing a bit fast as his face was slowly turning red, and sweat was running down his head. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves Stan took the man by the arm and rushed towards the janitor closet, and locked the door.

He sat the man down on a nearby chair and took a good look at him. Stan took the dart out of his neck and noticed it was the same chemical he tried to use on the mask man a few months back. 

"W-what's gonna happen to me?" The customer asked as his skin slowly turned red.

"Nothing bad for now, but I can fix it but… how do you feel besides feeling hot?," Stan asked, trying to reassure the customer.

"Well, Sr, I feel my pants getting tighter… a bit angry like I need to blow off some steam. And then I'm currently… thinking of you," the customer managed to say.

Stan theory was correct. This was the surm that made him and the mask man become overwhelmed with lust. "Look, I know what you're going through. I've been down this road before, and I know how to handle it. Now this is a very important question… do you want to fuck me?" Stan asked in a serious tone.

"Well no but for some reason… my mind is screaming yes. If it's the only way then I guess my answer is… yes," the customer replied as his condition slowly got worse.

Stan, not wasting any time, took the man's shirt off revealing his smooth chest then undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. 

Stan looked at his dick and noticed that it was already hard and long. It was decent for men like him but with being injected with the surm who knows what would happen. 

"You can never be too careful," Stan said in his head. He took a moment before he started to suck the guy off causing the customer to moan as his body slowly began to cool off.

Stan now with his eyes closed slowly moved his head back and forth letting his warm tongue soak the customer's dick nice and wet while also pleasuring. The customer slowly started to feel a bit better now breathing at a slow pace. He healed onto Stan's head and looked down at him with his face a bit red.

Stan felt the hand touch his head and opened his eyes. He looked the customer in the eyes with his face a bit red from the embarrassment. He didn't expect his day to end up like this but he didn't care about it too much he was focused on helping the customer and besides him getting fucked was gonna happen sooner or later just didn't expect it to be a customer of all people almost makes him wonder if he's at that point where he's now getting own by civilians.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by the man gripping his hair with both hands and lifting his head off his dick. "Sir, may I put it in now? I can't hold back anymore," the man looked into Stan's eyes, desperately wanting to finish inside him. 

Stan nodded his head. "How do you wanna do it?" He asked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"I wanna fuck you from behind," the man groaned. Stan, after stripping down now naked, leaned against the door. Luckily, he couldn't hear any footsteps, so he was in the clear. 

The man wasted no time and shoved his dick inside Stan's ass causing Stan to let out a few grunts. The man grabbed Stan's hips and started moving, looking at Stan's plump ass. 

Stan let out a few moans as his face turned red and his dick started to get hard. As he felt the man's dick moving inside his ass he slowly enjoyed relaxing his body so that the man could go deeper inside him.

As the man kept going, his body was starting to cool down, and his mind was starting to become clear. "Sir, I'm starting to feel a little better," he said, smiling a bit.

"That's good. Keep going and give me all you got," Stan moaned. The man tightened his grip and started ramming into Stan's ass repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

Stan moaned a bit louder but carefully kept his voice a bit lower to not draw attention to people outside. His dick started twitching a bit, signaling he was close. The man repeatedly thrust inside Stan's rectum while gripping his hips tighter. "Sir I'm gonna…," The cut himself off thrusting inside Stan one last time before cumming inside him.

Stan feeling the warm fluid inside his ass was enough to make him cum on the floor. "Ahhh, fuck…," Stan moaned. The man thrust inside Stan's ass slowly making sure he was finished before slowly pulling out and sat on the floor watching cum leak from Stan's ass. 

After the two took a moment to rest and catch their breaths, they started fixing themselves. After Stan finished putting his clothes, he checked on the customer's condition by putting his hand on his forehead. After a few seconds, he took his hand off his head after feeling normal body temperature.

"Alright, your body is back to normal," Stan informed. "You know you were great back there. What's your name, fella?" 

"Oh, it's Douglas, and thank you for the compliment. Mind if… I give you my number? Even though it was because of some weird condition, I still want to do more of this," the man said nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sure, I guess I wouldn't mind doing this again one day as long as it's in a private location next time," Stan said.

"Deal, and I promise not to tell anyone about this experience or your other job," Douglas said.

After the two finished exchanging numbers Stan walked the man to his car in case someone tried to kill him and watched him drive off. Stan looked at the rooftop and then walked back to the store as if nothing had happened.

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Stan decided to go mall jogging for exercise since he had the day off from work. He usually went with Roger, but today, he chose to do it alone.

Since he hadn't been to the mall in a while, he looked around while jogging to see what was new. Soon after, Stan stopped at a local store after noticing something that caught his eye.

He noticed a sign that read, "Cowboy hats on sale." Stan entered the store and made his way to the hat department in the back after reading the notice. When he arrived, he noticed a ton of brand-new cowboy hats, but what really drew his eye was a manikin-like figure in front of the western garb.

Stan approached the manikin and carefully examined it from the side. "Wow, that almost resembles a real human, I wonder..." After removing the manikin's head wear and putting it on his own, Stan stepped in front of it, knelt down, and patted his butt to mock it. "What are you going to do about it, buddy?"

Stan smacked his butt a few times before feeling a shift in his shorts that hurt and discomforted him. When he turned around, he discovered that the minikin had managed to pull out his underwear from his black shorts. Stan soon realized that the minikin was an actual person.

"Don't steal another person's hat, ayn' would teach y'all ayy lesson in respect," Stan yelped as the man yanked up his underwear and declared.

Stan groans, "You're real, I thought you were a manikin," feeling humiliated. The man's firm grasp and ability to do this with one hand was somewhat astonishing. The pain made him lose his train of thought. "Will you let go if I give you your hat back?"

"Although it's ayy start, i'm still not quite awfully happy with y'all, partner," He released his grip on Stan's underwear. Stan used this opportunity to shove his underwear to his shorts and gave the man his hat.

"Sorry, I thought you were a minikin when I took your hat. That's all, please forgive me?" Stan apologized.

"Tell y'all what if y'all help me out with something then ay'll let bygones be bygones, the names Buck by the way," the man said, introducing him

"Stan Smith, and what do you want me to help you with?" Stan asked curiously.

After arriving at a farm, Stan was astounded by how beautiful everything appeared. "Would you like some help around the farm?" He queried, still in awe.

"Bingo, ay were a-takin ayy break ta visit town ayn' look faw ayy awful new hat when ya done came by ayn' distracted me," Buck informed. 

Stan felt a bit guilty and looked down in shame. "What will you have me do?" He asked, looking at Buck.

Buck led Stan inside a barn and handed him some buckets. "Help me finish my work a-startin' with milking the cows,"

"Sure sounds fun, always wanted to try farm work," Stan said, smiling. 

Buck found it strange that someone from the city would think farm work is fun; it's not an easy task even if he was helping the guy out.

Hours went by as Stan and Buck started working. Buck would look to see how Stan was doing from time to time and soon find himself staring at him a lot. 

When they were collecting crops, he occasionally looked at Stan to see how he's holding up and got a view of his plump ass. Buck tried to stay focused, but seeing how great the man's ass looked in those black shorts was enough to make him lose focus.

During the last few chores, Buck found himself struggling to focus. Stan's body was just too attractive. It didn't help that he was wearing shorts, but Stan decided to take his red track jacket off, too.

Eventually, they managed to finish the work by sun down, and Buck invited Stan inside his house to cool down. "Phew, I feel exhausted, but the experience was still fun," Stan said, sitting down drinking water.

"Y'all done good looks like it were thay ...err raheet call to bring y'all here," Buck said, sitting across from Stan also drinking water. 

Buck still can't get Stan's body out of his head, especially his ass. Suddenly, he felt his pants suddenly get tight. Looking down, he sees his bulge tightly pressed against his pants. 

Stan, who was still sitting across from him, noticed Buck was worried and looking at something. Stan took a look under the table and saw the man's huge bulge pressed tightly against his pants. Already knowing what to do, Stan got up from his seat, which got Buck's attention. "I see you have one more chore for me to do mind if we take this to your bed?" He asked.

Buck blushed but nodded his head. He led Stan to his room, where Stan proceeded to push Buck on the bed on his back and stripped down naked. 

He slowly moved to where Buck was lying and slowly unzipped his pants and took his dick out his underwear. Smiling at Buck, he then slowly took the man's large rod and slowly pushed it inside his mouth. 

Buck moaned and relaxed his body, letting Stan pleasure him as he felt the man's tongue rub against his rod. "That there's it, do it like that there ayn' don't stop,"

Stan, hearing Buck's wishes, continues sucking on his rod, even going as far as to swallow it and let out a few moans too as the vibration from each of his moans cause Buck to moan louder.

After Stan got Buck's rod fully hard, he stopped sucking on it and positioned himself on hovering above Buck's dick before slowly sliding down on it, letting out a loud moan. The two looked at each other smiling before Stan started moving, grinding on his rob slowly before bouncing himself on it.

Buck rolled his eyes back, enjoying the man's large ass bouncing on him, feeling his rod in between his inner walls. Stan moaned as he continued to bounce himself on the large rod, it felt good to him; he's taken a lot of large dicks before but this was the first time it felt good to him probably because he's in control.

As minutes went by, both men were filling the room with their moans, feeling their body heat up and dicks twitching as they were soon close. 

"S-Stan ay'm about ta burst soon," Buck groaned, clutching his bed. 

"T-That makes two of us… cuz I'm about to…," Stan cuts himself off, slamming down on Buck's rod one last time. Both men let out a cry as Buck let out a heavy load into Stan's ass, feeling the warm fluid inside him Stan unleashed his load onto Buck's chest.

Feeling worn out, Stan gets off Buck and lays down next to him and starts to catch his breath. The two spend a good five minutes catching their breaths, Buck then turns to look at Stan who was now sleeping.

"Must be tired from riding my rod for awfully long," Buck said. He then got up and took out a paper and pen and started writing something down. After he finished writing he then put the paper in Stan's shorts pocket then cleaned himself off before laying back in the bed next to Stan and started dozing off as well.

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"Do the shark shovel Great White, the shark shovel" Stan happily stood there waiting for his favorite mascot to do his signature dance but was pushed out of the way and watched as the shark entered the steam room.

Stan was disappointed, but not wanting to give up, he went into the room and closed the door behind him. 

Inside the room the Shak mascot taped a bomb on one of the pipes and started setting the timer but before he could activate it he heard a loud voice from behind him.

"How hard is it to do this!?" Stan yelled. He then proceeded to do the signature dance that the mascot does whenever he was on the field. Once Stan finishes he turns his attention back to the mascot and notices the bomb on the pipe. "Is that a bomb Great White?" He asked.

Without having the chance to react the mascot jumped towards Stan and hit him in the face with the tail part of the costume. Stan was sent backwards hitting his head on the door, Stan went towards the mascot and upper cut him knocking off the head of the suit.

"You're not the woman who plays Great White. What have you done with Lee Tran?" 

Stan was grabbed by his jersey shirt and was put into a headlock. Stan quickly managed to get out by going limb, now in his White tank top Stan tried to fight back but the assailant was too fast and landed a good few punches.

As the assailant went in for the next blow Stan ducked his head and avoided the blow then uppercut the assailant then punched him in the face. Before Stan could land the next strike the assailant doged Stan's punches and landed a few punches on him.

Stan managed to dodge and landed a punch but the assailant quickly moved behind Stan and used the tail part of the suit to knock him back.

As the fighting continued the assailant managed to pin Stan to the wall, choking him with his arm.

Beginning to get tired out Stan slowly sat down against the wall and looked up at his assailant. The assailant walked back towards the bomb but stopped when he felt his radio go off. *Hans, what's taking so long? I was bringing everyone how fast you were*

Hans grumbled and rolled his eyes annoyed at his boss. Stan was sitting a few feet away from him, noticed the tone in Hans' voice and came up with an idea.

"Your boss is annoying too huh? I can relate, my boss has been calling me into his office a lot for annoying tasks," Stan informed. 

Intrigued, Hans turned around and looked at Stan now giving him his full attention. 

"It's been stressful going in and out of his office every three hours. I barely got enough time to catch my breath or recover when I got the summer off. I felt happy that I can relax without having to worry about him for a while. I ask you please don't blow up the stadium. If you don't I'll… make you feel good," Stan said with a bit of recourse in his voice.

Hans looked at the bomb and back at Stan, it's true he found this job annoying especially since he didn't want to be here but he was getting paid for it but after hearing how a guy he just fought relate to him and was offered something that would make him feel good sounded good to him.

Hans walked over towards Stan and looked down at him crossing his arms he then took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it then gave it toward Stan. 

Stan takes the note and sees that it says "How?" On it. Looking back at Hans, Stan guessed that he was the silent type and not much of a talker. "You wanna… fuck me instead? If you do it has to be quick. I gotta save everyone in the stadium," Stan said.

Hans looks around and sees a vent that looks a bit tight but a normal person could fit through. He then walks over towards his bag and pulls out his walkie-talkie and a map marked with a bunch of areas on it and slides them inside the vent. He then takes out a piece of paper and writes something down before folding it and sliding inside the vent.

Stan was a bit confused but before he could ask Hans walked over towards him and patted his crotch while slightly moving his head towards the vent. Stan looked at him and the vent and figured out what Hans was trying to say and nodded.

Hans picked him up off the ground and walked him toward the vents and shoved half his body in it. He then proceeded to pull down Stan's pants and took a moment to admire the agent's exposed plump ass. Hal felt his pants shift and dropped the costume, took off his suspenders, and pulled down his pants to discover he was already hard.

He didn't question nor waste any time before slowly pushing it inside Stan's ass causing the agent to moan. Luckily Stan's voice couldn't be heard from where he was which meant he wasn't gonna get caught in public.

Hans slowly started moving inside Stan's rectum grabbing onto his hips causing Stan to let out a few grunts with one hand gripping the walkie-talkie that was off and the other closed tightly. 

"God he's his dick Is big," Stan moaned as he continued to feel Hans' dick sliding between his walls. With each thrust Stan finds himself slowly getting hard as his face slowly turns pink enjoying how good Hans feels inside him.

Hans started to pick up the pace slamming himself into Stan's sweet spot causing Stan to let out a loud moan with his eyes now crossed and his dick twitching. "Ohhh~" he moaned. 

Hans gripped Stan's hips and closed his he's shut as he continued slamming into Stan's ass with his balls hitting the back of Stan's. 

Stan felt himself start to leak precum while Hans was close to cumming as his fluids were slowly leaking out of his dick and into Stan's ass. 

"Ohhhhhh, I think I'm gonna….." Stan cut himself off when he shot his load on the floor. Hans slammed into Stan one last time before he let out a yell and filled Stan's ass up with his load.

Now out of breath Hans pulled out of Stan slowly and watched as his fluids started dripping from Stan's ass. Keeping the end of his deal he pulled Stan's pants and underwear back up the agent's body and pushed him inside further inside the vent. 

Stan didn't have time to rest as he was pushed more inside the vent as he realized that he was on a time limit. He picked up the map and walkie-talkie and started moving inside. And he continued going. He took the time to look at the map and noticed the folded paper on it and read it.

Here's my number. I'm not done with you yet so you better call me when you're done saving everyone.

Hans

Stan smiled a bit as he kept going. "Maybe I'll do it right and take it slow next time," he said to himself.

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It was another Christmas party at the Smith house only this year Stan had to decorate the outside of the house, which he didn't mind, plus Francine won't be calling his name too much which made Stan happy a bit.

"I hate decorating during parties. Why do I always have to do the heavy lifting all the time? It's Francine's party, not mine," Stan complained to himself. 

"Once these lights are up I'm gonna need something to cheer me up," As Stan went to every cover of the house setting up lights he felt the snow starting to come down a bit harder as he finally reached the backyard of the house. 

"Damn this weather is killing me why didn't she say put this up earlier I could've avoided all of this," As Stan put the finishing touches on the lights he slowly climbed back down feeling the cold winter breezes making him shiver a bit.

"Need help warming up?" A voice asked, grabbing Stan's butt. Stan groaned a bit before he could say anything else he felt his butt getting squeezed as he slowly realized that Roger wasn't behind him. Stan turned around, and his eyes went wide, recognizing an old friend.

"Brett Morris? How are you here? I thought you… are you real?" Stan asked, shocked to see his friend alive. 

"If I wasn't here, then could I do this?" Brett gave Stan's butt another squeeze this time with a firm grip, causing Stan to blush, gripping the latter.

"You… are real. I thought you died. How are you back?" Stan asked.

"It's a long, complicated story, but let's talk more in the shed back there," Brett said, nodding his head back towards the shed. 

Stan looked at the lights and shrugged. It looked good enough to him, plus he was getting cold. "Alright, let's talk in the shed," He said.

Brett let go of Stan's butt and followed Stan to the shed. Closing the door behind themselves and locking it both sat down on the floor. 

"So what brought you back from the dead?" Stan asked.

"I don't really know but it wasn't from another deal so there's that but I'd there's one thing I did learn from my revival and it's that you looked doing it with guys now," Brett said.

Stan's face went red. "Who told you that?" He asked, surprised and a but worried if words of him doing special gets out.

"When I came to visit you I heard from one of your coworkers that you've been getting a lot of sexual attention lately and couldn't help but to see if it's true," Brett said.

"Dang it Dick can't keep his mouth shut for one day," Stan clenched his fist a bit angry at his friend. He calmed himself down and looked at Brett. "It's true, I recently started liking doing things with other men but I also like Francine so I kept it a secret until I figure out if I'm bi and tell her the truth," Stan informed. 

"Well, that explains why you blushed earlier. Mind if I keep going, then?" Brett asked.

"Uhh… sure as long as we make it quick," Stan said.

"I think we should keep for as long as I want. You do owe me one for destroying my life during my first change of life," Brett said.

Stan went silent. He had hoped Brett would never find out what he did, but it looks like he knows now, but oddly, he doesn't look upset at all. "You're not mad?" He asked nervonervously.

I should be, but strangely I'm not, and it probably doesn't matter anyways," Brett said, a bit sad about his past life.

"Well, since you already seem to know and you want to take as much time as you please, then we can do this your way. What do you want me to do?" Stan asked, feeling guilty about ruining Brett's life. 

"Great stand up and turn around so I can see what I'm working with," Brett ordered. 

Stan got and turned around, leaning forward, and put both hands on the wall. Brett then got on his knees and moved closer to Stan and placed both hands on his ass and started rubbing it. 

"Wow these are plump can't believe I've never noticed this before when we met I can see why your coworkers kept on talking about you," Brett was amazed, feeling Stan's ass he's never touched anything like it.

"Well, I do work out from time to time," Stan said, smiling nervously while hiding his blush. As Brett kept rubbing his hands against Stan's ass he pulled down the red santa pants and continued feeling every inch of Stan's butt. 

"Man, it's like your butt got even bigger when your pants are down plus no underwear today?" Brett was even more amazed by his friends, and especially since to him, it looked bigger now that the pants were out of the way.

"I kinda knew this might happen, so I decided why not get it over with today, but I didn't expect it to be you of all people. Oh, and I also get that a lot," Stan informed red-faced. 

As minutes passed Stan slowly started moaning. To him, it was like a massage only for his butt which he didn't know he needed, but it felt good to him. "Wow, that actually feels good. I didn't realize you could do massages," He said.

"It wasn't worth mentioning, plus I needed to feel and see what I was working with, and boy, this is enjoyable for me. I think it's about time I make it enjoyable for you," Brett said. 

Brett proceeded to pin Stan to the wall with one hand, and with his other, he unzipped his pants, letting them hit the floor. He then took his dick and placed them between Stan's ass and started grinding against him.

Stan moaned, feeling the other man's dick rubbing between his ass he felt himself slowly getting hard as well. Brett then grabs onto Stan's hips and picks up the pace a bit, making Stan moan louder as both their dicks grew the faster Brett went. 

Brett now fully, hard decided to shove his dick inside Stan's ass causing the agent's eyes to go wide as he let out a loud moan with Brett quickly covering his mouth. "I know it's sudden but it will be the best feeling you'll have all night," He said.

Stan gave a light nod as he felt the other man's dick repeatedly rubbing against his inner walls. Stan decided to relax his body to let the other man go deeper into his rectum eventually hitting his sweet spot making him moan louder. 

Brett smiled hearing Stan's reaction and decided to pick up more speed ramming into his prostate causing Stan to moan louder as his eyes rolled back. With each thrust Brett was slowly leaking precum inside Stan's rectum while Stan started to slowly jerk off feeling extremely hard.

Soon both men started to reach their limits with Stan letting out loud groans as his dick started to leak cum Brett wasn't too far behind as he now as he began to pick up more speed as he thrust harder into Stan's prostate.

"Looks like I'm about to reach my limit buddy… hope you're ready," Brett informed, closing his eyes shut. Brett thrust into Stan a few more times before slamming himself into him one last time before cumming deeply inside Stan's rectum.

Feeling his friend warm fluids inside his ass was enough to make Stan shoot his load on the wall moaning. After the two men finished letting their loads put Brett slowly pulled out of Stan and pulled his pants back up.

"Hope that you enjoyed my gift to you… Think of it as an earlier christmas present," Brett said, sitting down.

"And it's the best present I got early… you weren't kidding when you said that I would enjoy it. I was practically speechless during the whole thing, more so than usual," Stan his pants up.

"Glad to hear you say that we should do it again sometime now that I'm back from the dead again?," Brett asked.

"Sure, just give me your number and I'll call you when I'm free," Stan said, now sitting in front of him.

After exchanging numbers the two took the rest of the night enjoying themselves, even going back to the party to chat with Stan's coworkers, neighbors, and other friends he met this year. After the party Brett left after saying goodbye to Stan.

Going around the corner he entered a black van and closed it sitting down in one of the seats. "Thanks for letting me see my best friend again even if I'm a weapon now but why did you let me see him?" He asked the person sitting across from him.

"I wanted you to have the chance to meet him before we have to fight him later. Even if I could have gone with you," The Masked Man said.

"Oh, you were friends with him too?" Brett asked.

"Yeah, I guess you can say I know a lot about our friend before my death," The Masked Man replied.

"You died too huh? Guess it explains why you knew so much about Stan and his coworkers. Do you miss them?" Brett asked.

The Mask Man didn't say anything and just looked at Brett. Feeling the awkward silence Brett decided to ask another question. "So, where are we going next?"

"Boss said we need more members to join us. There are already five of us so we just need a few more. The next person on the list is a person named… Mertz," The Masked Man informed.

"Mertz huh? Now why does that name feel familiar?" Brett asked, confused.

"Try not to think about it, our memories will do nothing but slow us down. Trust me I've experienced it a bunch of times," The Masked Man informed.

"Whatever you say, man, I'm just glad that I got to see a familiar face again," Brett said.

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Episode: Bahama Mama

Stan sat on a stool at the mini bar he had just had a falling out with his daughter about him not wanting to become a grandfather and after the two went their separate ways Stan can't help but to feel a bit depressed. Sure, he was happy that he wasn't gonna be a grandfather, but he didn't want to lose his only daughter. His attention soon shifted towards the man sitting next to him, who had just sadly sighed.

“Rough one, too?”

“I'm miserable, even though I've achieved every actor's dream, performing in a hotel water show. It's a show about animal cruelty. I play the villain, Animal Strangling Johnson, while Tyler gets to play the hero, Ranger Ron. You don't know what it's like to have 200 people boo you every night. The most boos I've ever gotten was like 60, maybe 70 people. I would do anything to get to play Ranger Ron. Anything. I get it,” the man sadly responded.

 I would do anything to keep my daughter and son-in-law from having a baby,” Stan said in a sad tone.

“Even murder?” The man asked.

“What?” Stan asked in shock.

“Eight Coronas, Jimmy. Oh, hey, Stan. Us lifeguards are having a big bonfire on the beach later. You should come. But don't bring that guy. He strangles animals. Boo!” Roger said, walking away.

“Talking to you reminds me of a fun idea I had once,” the man said. 

“Does it? You're not having that effect on me,” Stan said.

“Now, let's say that you'd like to kill off your son-in-law,” the man said in a dark tone.

“This isn't the fun idea, then?” Stan asked.

“But you can't because you'd get caught. But let's say, hypothetically, two fellas with no connection at all meet up, and they swap murders, hypothetically, of course,” the man said.

“Do you know what "hypothetically" means?” Stan asked.

 “Let's say... hypothetically, I do. We good?” The man asked.

“I think so? But do not kill my son-in-law. I can't be any more clear about that,” Stan said.

“You got it,” the man said, winking at Stan.

“Great,” Stan said before walking off. Before the other man could drink Stan came back up to the man. “You know, I was just thinking about it, and the fact that you winked at me makes me think that you might... want to sleep with me. And although I'm flattered, and maybe even a little bit curious, um, I am a happily married man. And, um, I'm gonna have to say... no. 

There was a short silence before Stan said something else. “Did you say something?” He asked.

“No but hypothetically, if you're really curious about sleeping with me, we can go back to your room, or I could kill your son-in-law,” Eight said, smiling a bit.

“Well… let's say that I accept your deal, and if I do, will you keep your end of the deal right?” Stan asked.

“Let's say hypothetically I do,” Eight said, facing Stan.

“Alright, I'll do it only if you keep your end of the deal. What we're about to do will be something neither of us can go back on, not because it's bad or anything,” Stan said. 

Cut to Eight's hotel room.

“Alright, Stan let's see what I'm working with,” Eight said, sitting on the bed.

Stan sighs before he slowly unbuttones his orange vacation shirt, revealing his smooth chest. He then tossed his shirt to the side and slowly unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his briefs down, and tossed them aside. 

Eight took a good look at Stan's front side while his boner slowly grew. Stan notices this and puts on a confident look slowly, turning around, showing off his backside, which made Eight turned on even more. 

“Alright, I like what I see. How about we get started. You're on a time limit right. How about you get my dick nice and wet, and I'll give you what you came for,” Eight said with a smug look on his face.

Stan turned back around and slowly got on his knees. He then unzips Eight's pants and pulls them and his boxers off him. Stan took his dick and slowly started stroking it before he began to suck on it. Eight let out a quiet moan, leaning back as Stan's moist tongue rubbed against his dick. 

“Ahhh, fuck~” Eight moaned, staring at the ceiling as Stan continued sucking on his dick while his was slowly getting hard. Stan decides to go the extra mile and pushes Eight's dick deeper into his mouth, going down his throat, causing him to choke on it a bit while Eight moans louder. 

“You are just full of surprises, huh? It's like you've done this to other guys before,” Eight commented. Stan just nodded his head. It's not like he could tell him, he's been trying to keep it a secret from everyone for months now and most of the time it was for a mission or an emergency and he had no other options.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Eight pulling his hair, causing him to stop sucking on the man's rod. “Stan was it? I think we're ready to move on to the next part,” he said, looking him in the eye with a smug look on his face.

“Ok then, how do you want it?” Stan asked. Eight got up and pushed Stan onto the bed. “Knees and face down and ass up. I plan on sharing my kink with you, and I need you in that position,”

Stan did as he was told moving forward in the bed a bit, then placing his face down and ass in the air, exposing his rosebud to Eight who's just admiring the view. “Looks like i have a perfect ten in front of me, and he's already loose for me,” 

Eight got on top of Stan and slowly pushed his rod inside his rosebud, causing Stan to moan. Eight then reached down and placed his hands around Stan's neck, gripping it tight before he began thrusting in and out of Stan's ass.

Stan let out a few grunts feeling Eight's rod repeatedly going in and out of him slowly making him hard as Eight was slowly going deeper into his rectum while gripping his neck tightly he could hear Stan choking a bit. As a few minutes passed it Stan's wall tightened around Eight's rod as it went deeper, finally hitting his prostate.

“Getting a bit tight there buddy… looks like… I finally reached the Jackpot then~” Eight grunted. He then proceeded to grip Stan's neck tightly and pick up the speed ramming into Stan's prostate repeatedly causing Stan to let small cries and his dick to become hardened as he was now drooling on the bed sheets.

Eight shut his eyes closed tightly biting his lips as he began to leak precum as Stan continued to let small grunts out due to Eight gripping his neck choking him a bit but he was still enjoying every moment of it despite being choked.

As three hours went by with both men letting out moans, grunts, and leaking precum. The two were finally reaching their climax with Eight tightening his grip on Stan's neck even more. “Well Stan looks like we reached the end time to… give you my… Grand Finally!” He yelled out slamming into Stan one more time cumming inside Stan deeply filling his rectum with nothing but his warm fluid. 

Feeling Eight's warm fluids inside him was enough to make him cum as well letting his fluids hit the sheets as his eyes rolled back. After both men finished letting their loads out Eight let's go of Stan's neck letting him breath before slowly pulling out of him and sitting on a nearby chair admiring his work watching Stan's ass leak like a volcano. 

Stan, feeling relaxed, let his lower body down flat on the bed breathing heavily trying to catch his breath. After the two took a few minutes to catch their breath, they both sat on the bed next to each other, fully clothed. 

“So, was that enough to make you not kill my son in law?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, after what I got to do, how could I go back on my deal? And it made feel better about my life guess all I needed was to fuck someone to feel better,” Eight said.

“Yeah let's go with that. Listen I have to go but I feel like you're about to give me something that I have to keep,” Stan said.

“Yeah you got me I was gonna slip it in your back pocket but since you seem to know what I was gonna do I might as well give it to you now,” Eight said. He then handed him a small piece of paper with his phone number written on it. “I'll give you a call next time I'm in town,”

Eight winked at him making a clicking sound. Stan smiled and took the note and put it in his pocket and left the room hoping everything will turn out great.

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After saving his wife from the cereal killers he let lose yesterday for Halloween Stan still couldn't stop thinking about them. He even jumps when someone tries to touch him from behind, thinking it might be one of the killers.

Bullock noticed Stan being a bit jumpy and decided to give him the day off to recover and see a therapist about his condition. Stan understood and decided to take the day off. He didn't want to see a therapist just yet scared that it might make his situation worse, and he had lots of trauma over the years, with this one being his worst yet.

Stan spent the next few hours in his lion costume watching scary movies to take his mind off the incident. As time passed Stan started to feel a bit tired and slowly closed his eyes.

He opened them up again to find himself in the middle of the streets and everywhere looked. All he could see was buildings on fire and the sky dark red. “H-hello? Is anyone here?” He asked, whimpering as he slowly walked down the streets.

He stopped when he heard noises of a monster truck driving somewhere near him. As the noise got louder Stan turned around to see the truck driving towards him, and he could see the same killers from yesterday night driving it.

Stan jumped out of the way and started running in a nearby yard; he looked back to see the truck now following him. “What do you guys want from me?” He asked while running.

One of them took out a knife and cut their own hand, letting blood drop, telling Stan that they wanted his blood, which made Stan panic, and he started running faster.

As Stan ran, the truck was gaining on him as the path in front of him grew longer and longer. Running as fast as he could, Stan looked behind himself only to see that the truck caught up to him and one of the killers went for the blow slicing Stan in the back causing him to wake up gasping as he was now sweating.

“It was just a dream… I'm safe,” he said to himself. He tried to move but found himself tied to a bed, which made him start to panic a little. Then, three masked men slowly approached his bedside. “Who are you guys, and what do you want from me!?”

Stan started to freak out with his heart racing and desperately started moving, trying to get free. The three men stepped back, surprised by Stan's actions, with one of them moving forward to hold him down.

“Woah, Stan calm down it's just us,” the man took off his mask, revealing it to be Dick. Stan started to calm down a bit as he looked at the other two who turned out to be Duper and John Sanders.

“Sorry if we freaked you out. We were just hanging out and decided to pay you a visit. Also, Duper and I wanted you to blow us, but it looked like we caught you at a bad time,” Dick explained.

“I should be mad right now, but I'm willing to do so to get my mind off things. But did I really need to be tied up for that?” Stan asked.

“It was Duper's stupid idea, said he wanted to surprise you,” John informed. Duper looked down, saddened by his idea failing.

“Well untie me, and I'll give you two what you want,” Stan said, now calmed.

Dick proceeded to undo Stan's restraints, letting him sit up on the bed to collect himself before he got on his knees on the floor. Duper and Dick got in front of him and unzipped their pants and let their rods out. Dick then swallowed a pill that grew his rod a few inches. “Alright, we're ready Stan,” Dick said.

Stan took a minute and sighed before he grabbed Duper's rob and put it in his mouth while he used his other hand to jerk Dick off as he started sucking the other man's rod.

The two moaned in pleasure as Stan was pleasuring them at the same time taking small breaks to suck off the other person as soon as he felt the time was right. He could hear the two moan louder as they both grabbed a hold of his hair tightly and pushed themselves into Stan a bit.

“You sure you don't want to join Sanders? You could use his plump ass,” Dick suggested.

“No thanks, I'm fine watching. Besides, there's always tomorrow, and we do share an office after all,” Sanders reassures.

“Alright, if you say so,” Dick moaned, looking down to see Stan sucking him off while he jerked Duper's rod off. The two men felt their rods grow as they throbbed and proceeded to grip their free hand on Stan's shoulders gripping them as the bottom half of Stan's costume went over his body a bit as the back part went into his ass a bit.

Stan could feel his costume getting a bit tight but ignored it as he was finishing blowing them. Dick and Duper closed their eyes, and they both let out loud moans that filled the room reaching their climax. The two shots they're loaded onto Stan's face.

“Thanks, Stan, you just made our night even better,” Dick said as he took a minute to catch his breath.

“Don't mention anything to keep me from my nightmare,” Stan says, cleaning his face with a nearby orange shirt.

“Mind washing that before you go, I'd do it, but me and the others have other places to be,” Dick said.

Stan looked at the shirt and looked at his surroundings. He was at Dick's apartment. “Must have been a deep nightmare,” he said to himself.

Looking back at his coworkers, he sees them about to leave a bit scared to be alone he grabbed onto John's arms. “Wait, mind if you stay for a little while longer?”

John looks at Stan then back to the others, and sighed. “You two enjoy the rest of the night. I'll hang back with Stan for the rest of the night,” John said.

The two understood and left Dick's apartment while John and Stan sat on Dick's bed and talked for a bit.

“Sorry if I'm being clingy it's just I've been having night terrors for the past two days and I'm afraid of being alone. Even though they're dead they still haunt me and you guys wearing a mask didn't help me get over them,” Stan informs.

“So that's why you left work early. Listen Stan I know you have a lot of trauma that you don't like facing but maybe I can help you with this one,” John said.

“H-How?” Stan questioned.

“How about I put the mask back on and act like one of them? If they are dead then I can help you realize they're not coming back,” John suggested.

“That could work… What do I have to do? Stan asked, a bit nervous.

“I'm gonna restrain you again so you don't run but this time I need you to be on your stomach for this because first I need you calm and we all know your pretty much calm during sex for some strange reason then I'll put on the mask and pretend to be one of them but you have to remember that they're dead while I do so,” John said.

“Sounds good, Alright I'll try anything to get over one of my traumas,” Stan said nervously.

John got up and grabbed the four ropes that were on Dick's night stand and went back to the bedside as Stan was getting flat on his stomach on the bed. John went and tied up each of Stan's limbs so he couldn't move as Stan slowly panics but tries to remind himself that the killers were dead.

John got on the bed now behind Stan admiring his backside. “Hey Stan, didn't anyone tell you you look good with a wedgie?,” He asked, smiling.

“No, but thanks for the compliment,” Stan said, smiling a bit. He had forgotten that his costume went up his ass early while he was dealing with the other two, not like it would be something he noticed he loved showing off in seaxy costumes.

John proceeded to adjust the seat of Stan's costume to reveal as much of his ass as he could, eventually he managed to get most of his bare ass visible and unzipped his pants and took out his rod already hard from early.

He slowly pushes it inside of Stan's hole, causing Stan to moan. Once he was fully inside, he gripped onto Stan's side and started moving. With each thrust Stan was becoming more relaxed eventually letting John to go deeper inside him as John started to let out moans of his own. “Looks like… it's working huh?” He asked.

“Y‐Yeah… Don't stop John~” Stan moaned. John smiled a bit hearing Stan call him by his first name, it was rare for his coworkers to do that but he and Stan had a stronger connection being partnered up a lot in the past Bullock went as far as to say love birds every time they agree on a lot of stuff.

As time passed John was starting to pick up speed and eventually took off his shirt, pants, and boxers tossing them aside now ramming inside Stan's rectum as Stan started to let out loud moans of pleasure. Eventually they changed position to where Stan was on his back but tied to the bed and John, now wearing a mask, started to get rough with Stan.

“So, you were a slut all along huh? What's your name, lion man?” John said in a dark and scary voice causing Stan to remember the killers who were after him.

“I don't… I'm not telling you~,” Stan managed to say. John then thrust harder and faster causing Stan to moan louder. “And why is that… Why not give me your name slut?” John asked again.

“B-Because your… dead you can't hurt me anymore,” Stan moaned.

“What was that?” John asked, thrusting deeper and faster.

“You're dead and can't hurt me anymore!” Stan yelled out. John slammed into Stan one last time cumming inside him as Stan came inside his own costume.

The two took a moment to catch their breaths while looking at each other. “So… you finally feel better?” John asked.

“Y-Yeah… thanks for that Sanders… I think I can rest easy for now,” Stan replied.

“Heh, not calling me by my first name again huh?” John asked, teasing Stan a bit. Stan blushed and realized that he did say John's first name. “Oh, I guess I didn't notice probably because I think of us as…” Stan went silent for a moment.

“As what?” John asked, a bit confused. “As boyfriends, not just any CIA boyfriends,” Stan said, turning pink.

“Oh, I didn't think you of all people would be bi,” John said.

“Bi huh? Never took that into consideration but it would explain a lot… So how do you feel about what I had said?” Stan asked.

“Flattered and also kinda the same. Look I'm down for being in a special relationship with you but I want to be private about it and there's the fact that we might die before we get a chance to give the relationship a shot,” John said.

“Well we can try before anything bad happens and besides this special relationship might do us some good,” Stan said.

John smiled. “Alright I'll give it a shot not like any one of us will die since it's summer for us,” He said smiling a bit.

The two laughed and spent the rest of the night at Dick's place having their own hang out as they both looked forward to their future with their new relationship.

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Stan came home after a long day at work and wanted to relax and watch TV or go on an adventure but first he had to take care of something that he held off for the past few months. "Francine you here?," He called out.

"I'm in the kitchen Stan, did you need something?" She called out to him. Stan felt nervous as he walked into the kitchen.

When he got there he saw her washing the dishes humming to herself. "It's just her and no one else this should be quick and easy," Stan thought to himself.

"Francine I got something to tell you that I've told the guys a few months back and I don't know how you would handle it," Stan was fully nervous as his heart started racing.

Francine stopped washing the dishes and turned to look at Stan a bit curious to what it could be. "What is it Stan? What would I wouldn't be able to handle?" She asked.

Stan sighed and clenched his fist before relaxing them and closed his eyes. "I'm... I'm BI and I've been experimenting with other men for the past few months. I was just curious about doing it then I started to realize that I like both men and women." He blurted out expecting to get hit.

"Oh that? Stan I knew you were BI for a long time it's ok," Francine said.

Stan opened his eyes surprised. "You knew and your ok with it since when?" He asked confused.

"For a while now and I noticed how you looked at other guys and would blush around a few of them. Plus I think you being BI might be good for everyone especially Greg because now you could give him company and it might make our sex life better," Francine said.

"Wow I didn't know it was so obvious so I take it that the others knew too?" Stan asked.

"Yep, well except for Jeff and Steve you might need to tell them at some point," Francine said.

"I will but probably another time I mean I was nervous telling you this but it seemed like you knew for a long time so I'll wait a few more months before I can talk to them," Stan said.

"Francine, I love you so much and thank you for understanding and I promise to make our sex more enjoyable for you,"

"I love you too honey and yo better not hold anything back either or your sleeping on the couch," Francine said.

"Deal," Stan said giving her a hug then a kiss.

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While driving home from work Stan suddenly gets a call from an unknown number. He pulls up into a parking lot and answers it in a different voice. “Hello?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Hello Stan it's me Vic from the male strip club, I'm calling you in for a favor,” Vic said on the other line.

“Oh, Vic man, it's been a while, how have you been?” Stan was excited to hear from one of his old bosses. 

“Terrible, I'm almost out of business and it's all thanks to those new strippers who can't do anything right. To save the club I need someone who can get a lot of attention and show everyone how it's done. I've asked your boss and he suggested you, so would you please help me out? I'll pay you of course, just help me stay in business,” Vic was desperate and stressed out over his failing business. Stan was one of the best Vic had and Bullock recommended him.

Stan thought about it for a moment. Bullock wasn't wrong but he suggested him to Vic then there's a catch but Stan couldn't say no to a reward. 

“Alright I'll help you out but just for today. I already have enough people… I mean I have a lot on my plate already,” Stan said.

“Great you Know where the place is at, Hurry and get here fast please I don't want to be shut down,” Vic said before hanging up the phone. 

Stan then backed out of the parking lot and changed directions head straight towards Vic's club. Once he got there he was surprised to see not many people and the male strippers doing a horrible job. 

“Stan oh good you're here,” Vic said walking up to him. “As you can see, business is not great and customers are on their phones. I need your help to get their attention,” 

“Alright I'll see what I can do but I need you to do me a favor. See I don't want people to know what I look like for personal reasons, anything you can do about that?” Stan asked.

“Well there is one way I can help with that, come with me I got something in the back you can use,” Vic said leading him. As Stan follows him he sees how a few things have changed over the years and ends up going to a room that he didn't recognize.

“This is it, the new glory holes for shy strippers. It's a new feature for the club and it's perfect for someone like you who doesn't want to be seen,” Vis said proudly. 

“It's perfect, this should be good enough for me to use. Alright give me a moment to get myself ready for this mean while see if your customers are interested,” Stan said confident due to his experience both good and bad.

Vic excitedly rushed back to the front giving Stan enough time to go in the hole. Eventually he comes back with four customers who looked uninterested. 

“Alright, if those guys were unattractive then how about this guy he's willing to let you guys have a bit of fun,” vic said nervously.

They all looked at the glory holes and were intrigued by the plump ass sticking out one of them eventually moved forward and gave Vic their money. The man took a moment to feel Stan's ass exploring every inch of it, eventually making him hard as his dick started pressing against his pants.

The others watched more curiously while Vic was a bit nervous about his customers' decision. “Feels real, soft, and big. I wonder if,” the man trails off as he takes out is dick and placed It between Stan's ass and starts grinding on him. 

“This… this kinda feels good… whoever this guy is has a nice ass,” the man said excitedly. Stan blushed and smiled at the compliment meanwhile Vic smiled seeing his customers enjoy themselves. 

As the man kept going the other men slowly felt themselves getting hard as they kept watching. Eventually the man decided to push his dick inside of Stan's ass and started moving at a normal pace letting out moans while slapping Stan's ass causing Stan to let out bits of moans and grunts.

The onlookers took their dicks out of their pants and started jerking themselves off enjoying the show even Vic was hard watching the man. As time went on the man eventually came inside of Stan's ass and put a mark on his ass paying Vic more money. The next man came up and started to fuck Stan not caring that he was already used.

Vic smiled at how fast business was picking up. He texted Bullock thanking him for suggesting Stan to him. meanwhile Stan felt himself getting hard getting fucked by random people he was slowly relaxing himself allowing them to go deeper. “Oh, yeah fuck daddy's big ass,” he moaned quietly.

As minutes passed each of the men eventually had a turn with Stan's ass marking him, spanking him, and filling his ass with nothing but cum. After they had their share of fun they left not before paying Vic a great deal of cash which he smiles at.

After Stan took an hour to catch his breath he went to Vic's office who was happy with the amount of money he earned. “Well done Stan, you exceeded my expectations. It's not enough but it's a start. I hope to continue the good work until we've reached the amount to save this place,” Vic said happily. 

“Thanks sir, but this isn't my first rodeo pleasing people,” Stan said proudly. He felt proud at himself for satisfying the customers today it felt like getting fucked was finally paying off.

“Well, if you've done this before, how about doing one more favor for me?” Vic said, patting bulge. Stan looked at him for a moment before smiling. “Is this the payment you had in mind for me?” Stan asked in a deep voice.

“More or less, what do you say Smith, think you could help out with an old boss?” Vic asked in a sexy tone. 

“Thought you never asked,” Stan said. Vic led Stan over his desk and brought out a large paddle and started spanking Stan a bit hard causing him to groan. 

“I've always wanted to use this thing and you made my wish come true,” Vic said in a deep voice as he continued to spank Stan's ass turning it pink.

“Great to hear oof… glad I could be of help oof,” Stan said feeling blow after blow as the large paddle came down on his ass and each time Vic increased his speed getting into the rhythm as his dick slowly grew, twitching.

After giving Stan fifty swats and his ass now red Vic was ready to really let loose. He took out his dick and wasted no time shoving it inside Stan's ass as both men let out a loud moan. “Been waiting to do this to you ever since I first met you,” Vic said in a deep voice as he slowly began to fuck Stan.

“You… You have?” Stan asked as he felt Vics's dick repeatedly rubbing against his walls. 

“Yeah, ever since you showed up… I felt like you were the one I've been… waiting for,” Vic moaned as he continues to fuck Stan.

“I'm flattered sir… but I'm not looking for a special bond… not anymore,” Stan said as his face slowly turned red as Vic went deeper inside his rectum. 

“It's alright… Your boss told me about that… damn this is a nice ass… can't believe that you're the only guy in town who has it,” Vic moaned, moving faster now hitting Stan's sweet spot. 

Stan's face went fully pink as he let out a loud moan he began drooling. “Looks like I… hit the motherload,” Vic said, picking up the pace grabbing both of Stan's hips. 

Stan was now at a loss for words only letting out small moans as Vic continued to hit his sweet spot. “I'm so close… hope you enjoy this reward,” Vic moaned now ramming inside Stan filling the room with nothing but flesh hitting each other.

“Here it comes… Big guy,” Vic grunted, thrusting into Stan a few more times before slamming into him one more time filling Stan's whole rectum with cum as he let out a loud yell followed by a sigh of relief. 

Vic slowly pulled out of Stan and stepped back to admire his work as Stan was slowly catching his breath. Vic took the opportunity to take a picture of Stan's ass and sent it to Bullock and his coworkers. After ten minutes passed Stan got up and headed to the showers to clean himself up before leaving.

“You got a few days left with him, Vic. He's not looking for a special relationship, so don't blow it for the next few days,” Vic said to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror.

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Stan and Dick were on a duo mission in South Korea on an important mission for Bullock. It was a quick and simple mission for them, too, until Dick being Dick messed up and almost made them fail. 

The two managed to get to the hotel unseen but not without killing a few enemies and hiding the body. “I can't believe you triggered the alarms Dick you know security is tight and almost impossible to get away!” Stan yelled after closing and locking the door.

“Sorry, it's just I've never seen a pretty cool art before I didn't realize that it would have invisible lasers guarding it when I went to take the picture,” Dick said sadly, frightened.

“Why does this always happen every time we get a mission with you? You're bad with technology, and you make rash decisions that put us at risk. The only thing you seem to be good at is being a punching bag for everyone and being humiliated,” Stan said harshly, leaving Dick saddened and speechless.

“Look we did what we came for and managed to get the hard drive so let's just get your punishment over with and go home and when we get back you can expect a few punches from Bullock and the others when I break the news to them,” Stan said in a cold tone.

“Alright let me have it,” Dick said sadly, bracing himself. This wasn't new to him since it was a common thing in the CIA. Dick is known as many things the CIA loser, punching bag, and old timer since he doesn't know how to use technology, but the one most people knew him for was being a screw up. 

With one punch to the face Stan knocked Dick down with his face to the ground and ass in the air. Stan was about to go in for another strike but stopped when he saw something that caught his attention. “What in the world is this real?” He asked himself as he placed both hands on Dick's ass and gave it a squeeze. 

Dick meanwhile was expecting another onslaught but was surprised to feel that Stan was squeezing his ass. “Uhh, Stan what are you doing?” He asked, a bit confused yet scared.

“Sorry just feeling if these are real, and they feel kinda plump,” Stan said, letting go of Dick's ass and helping him up. “Dick when did you get a plump ass?” 

“I… I don't know, I must have developed it after copying your workout routine for the past two weeks seeing that I'm the weakest agent despite making fast recoveries,” Dick informed dusting himself off.

Stan was still in disbelief as far as he knew Dick wasn't the best-looking agent with his dating life always failing, and he doesn't have any good qualities yet he was now plump like he was. Stan was a bit flattered that someone liked his workout routine and also revealed feeling less alone. 

“Well I’m flattered that you like my workout routine and happy that someone else has a plump ass like me… In fact I decided to change your usual punishment with a hands on action test,” Stan said.

“What do you mean?” Dick asked, confused. Most of his punishments were hands-on action. What could Stan be talking about? 

“I mean I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you and we both know you don't have any say in the matter when it comes to punishments,” Stan stated. 

Dick was going to respond, but realized it would be useless and decided to take his new penalty instead. "All right, what would you do?" He asked, deflated.

“On the bed on all fours and drop your pants and underwear I wanna take a closer look to see what I'm working with,” Stan ordered. 

Dick proceeded to unbuckle his belt and slowly pulled his pants and underwear down. He then got on the bed on all fours and Stan moved behind him and took a better look at his bare ass. With both hands he grabbed Dick's ass cheeks and started getting a feel and was a bit surprised just how smooth it was.

“Wow Dick, these feel amazing. I guess that training really paid off for you and is this what's it like giving a compliment over someone's ass?” Stan asked intrigued.

“Yeah, we're always amazed how great you kept your body and how you're not afraid to show off in front of everyone,” Dick informed Stan as he blushed at Stan's compliment.

“Because I wanted to impress Bullock but over time I realized that he only sees me as his toy or test subject,” Stan informed.

“Ouch, I look up to the CIA since I was… never mind just do what you have to do,” Dick said. Stan was a bit confused but just shrugged it off. He then separated Dick's cheeks and took to fingers and shoved it into his ass causing Dick to let out a yelp.

“Sounds like you're new to this in that case I better show you the pros to this treatment,” Stan said. He then proceeded to push his finger deeper inside Dick's ass causing him to let out moans as Stan pressed his finger against his wall.

Stan then pulled his fingers out of Dick's ass and got down on his knees and started eating him out causing Dick to let out a loud moan as he relaxed his body a bit more for Stan's tongue to go further inside his rectum. 

“This isn't so bad, I can see why Stan does this sometimes this feels good,” Dick said in his head. Stan notices that Dick was becoming more relaxed as his body loosens up. “Yeah relax your body because I'm about to show you one of the cons of being fucked, letting me be top,” Stan Said in his head as he continues eating Dick's ass even as to go deeper inside his rectum making him moan louder. 

After Spending a good thirty minutes of rimming his partner and making sure he was loose enough Stan unzipped his pants and pulled out his large rod and gave Dick's ass a few smacks before slowly pushing it inside Dick causing him to let out a loud moan. “Ahhh, ffffuuuucccckkkk~” Dick let out clutching the bed sheets as his face turned red.

Stan started moving slowly grabbing onto Dick's hips before picking up speed. With each thrust Stan's rod was slowly going deeper inside Dick's rectum almost hitting his sweet spot. As Stan continued to move he took one hand and slapped Dick's causing him to let out a yelp. “Let me feel plump you are,” He said in a low tone as he moved his hand up and down Dick's ass feeling how soft and round it is.

“Looks like you meet the requirements now all that's left is this,” Stan started picking up speed ramming into Dick's ass as his rod was now hitting Dick's sweet spot. “OOHHHHHH, FUCK~” Dick yelled out feeling Stan hitting his spot. Stan took his tie from out his pocket and shoved it in Dick's mouth gagging him. “Shut it Dick,” He growled as he continued moving, even going as fast as to give Dick's ass a few more slaps.

As minutes passed both men were starting to leak precum as Dick was starting to become dazed from Stan hitting his spot for the past forty minutes. Stan, feeling close to cumming, started slamming Into Dick repeatedly. 

Feeling Stan's rod repeatedly slammed Into his spot hard was enough to make Dick cum on the bed reaching his limits. Stan noticed it and smiled knowing Dick had reached his limits. “I could keep going after I dump my load into you but you've earned your rest,” He said. Stan slammed into Dick a few more times and with one last thrust he unleashed his hot load deep inside Dick's rectum with some of it leaking out of Dick's ass as Stan made sure he got every ounce out of his system. 

After three minutes have passed Stan slowly pulls out and takes a moment to admire his progress before Dick lies on the bed on his stomach. Feeling a bit tired, Stan lay down in the bed next to him and started to catch his breath. Closing his eyes for a moment Stan took a moment to understand why people recommend him for sexual activities and know after fucking his partner he finally has a better understanding as to why people choose him.

“Are you still mad?” A voice asked. Stan opened his eyes to see that Dick was back to his right state of mind. “No, I think I got everything out of my system but talk about fast recoveries it should have taken you an hour or two to be awake,” Stan said.

“I get that a lot but still don't understand it myself,” Dick replied. 

“Well you passed the experiment and probably know how it feels to be fucked so I guess I can stop beating you up like usual,” Stan said.

“Really? I appreciate that but does that mean I might get the same attention you get?” Dick asked, a bit nervous.

“It does but I'll try and keep it a secret from everyone because I feel like you're not ready for it just yet due to your stamina but with a bit of training and exercise together you'll get there,” Stan said.

“So gym buddies?” Dick asked, smiling. 

“Gym buddies,” Stan replied. Now that he had a partner he was gonna have to stop taking vacations and go to work more. Sure it felt great but the CIA has one painful memory for him but not because of the sex thing but because of something more tragic that Stan never forgot. 

“Let's just get to bed for now and report back to Bullock tomorrow,” Stan said slowly getting up to turn off the lights then rejoining his partner in the bed. 

One week later Stan and Dick found themselves called into Bullock's office out of the blue when they're shifts ended. “You wanted to see us sir?” Stan asked as both he and Dick walked into his office, closing the door behind themselves. 

“Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you both for a while now. After your mission in Korea I learned a very important piece of information that I kept secret from you both until I was certain that only you two should know,” Bullock informed.

Both Stan and Dick looked confused about Bullock's discovery. “What do you mean important information sir?” Stan asked.

“Relax, it's only important between the two of you. After your almost failed mission thanks to Dick I have been doing some private research about every agent's body, speaking of which Dick you recovered from the punishment I dished out on you, correct?” Bullock asked.

“Yes I have recovered from the spanking sir,” Dick replied blushing.

“Good, now about the information I learned I've secretly put a body cam in Dick's suit to learn how he screwed most of his missions and recently discovered that he's developed a plump ass like you Smith,” Bullock informed. 

Both Stan and Dick were speechless. It shouldn't be a surprise to them but the fact that Bullock would be watching them in their mission suits and see all their embarrassing moments could now come back to haunt them.

“And I've checked the other agents as well and so far only you two seem to have an ass I would fuck 24/7 and don't worry I won't punish you both but I will make some adjustments to your mission suits and new dress code,” Bullock informed. “If you both will hold still for a moment, I need to get a better measurement”

Bullock got up from seat and made his way behind Stan and got on his knees and with both hands grabbed and squeezed both of Stan's ass for a good five minutes before doing the same to Dick and nodded his head before going back to his desk and wrote something down. 

Both Stan and Dick were a bit uneasy when Bullock didn't tell them anything. Not wanting to be afraid Dick decides to break the silence. “What kind of adjustments sir,” he asked nervously. 

“Just a few things first body cams into both of your suits, second you'll both have tight pants not too tight though but enough to show your good sides, and third you'll both be wearing special underwear that would turn most people on, that's all” Bullock informed. 

“Can the underwear be any color we want?” Stan asked nervously.

“No, Smith, you'll be wearing red, and Dick yours is green. Those colors suit you both well. That's all I wanted to tell you that and both of you will have missions together to build a possible special relationship now out of my office got some important papers to sign,” Bullock said. 

Both Stan and Dick left the office with Dick feeling a bit relieved, but Stan a bit uneasy. Dick noticed Stan's mood and recognized it from way back almost two years ago. “Stan? Does it still hurt?” He asked.

“Yeah, hearing special relationship opened up old wounds,” Stan replied, a bit saddened. 

“We don't have to have one like he said it was a possibility doesn't mean we have to,” Dick said.

“I know but… Still I promised him that I'd try to move on, but like my other trumas, I can't move on no matter how much i try,” Stan informed. 

“I know it's hard, but you can't do it alone. If you want, we can visit John's grave today and go to a bar later,” Dick suggested.

“Yeah, maybe I'll feel better after a nice drink,” Stan said, walking with Dick down the hallway.

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It was a beautiful Saturday in Langley Falls and Stan Invited both Cleveland and Terry over for a miniature pool party with just them relaxing in the pool. 

“Thanks for inviting us over Stan, this beats dealing with one of Peter's shenanigans,” Cleveland said.

“Yeah, it feels nice to do nothing but relax all day with nothing to worry about,” Terry said.

“No problem, today was a nice day for a swim plus I get to hang out with you two again,” Stan informed.

“Why only us though?” Cleveland asked.

“Because I wanted to hangout and learn more about you guys. I could have asked my friends but my therapist recommended that I try talking to new people and you guys were the first to come to mind,” Stan Informed. 

“Sounds like you've been through a lot. hope it's nothing too bad” Terry said. 

“Hope not I made a promise to someone that I would get the help I need from,” Stan informed, remembering the promise he made.

The three spent the next few minutes relaxing in the pool drinking lemonade and telling each other what they've been up to. Cleveland then noticed that he was out of lemonade and got out of the pool. “Hey Stan, mind if I go get a refill of lemonade?” He asked.

“Sure, it's the fridge, just make sure you don't get the floor wet when you walk in,” Stan said.

Cleveland nodded and walked towards the house leaving the two alone. Terry suddenly had an idea and put his glass on the sidewalk. “Hey Stan, wanna see me do a cannonball?” he asked.

Sure I'm down just don't lose your trunks,” Stan teased.

Terry got out of the pool and headed towards the diving board taking a moment before jumping on the board then jumped towards the pool. “Cannonball!!” He yelled before making a huge splash in the pool. 

The splash pushed Stan backwards towards the sidewalk where his and Terry's lemonade spilled on the grass. “Whoa, nice cannonball Terry,” Stan said, clapping his hand for Terry. 

Stan waited for Terry to resurface but soon got worried when he didn't and dive under water and saw Terry looking unconscious. He immediately swam towards Terry and grabbed his arm and swam to the surface and placed Terry onto the pavement. 

Stan got on top of Terry and started giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation unknown to him that Terry was conscious and was slowly trying to push one finger and push it up his ass.

Before Terry managed to push his fingers into Stan's ass a sudden hand grabbed his arms stopping him from doing so. “Gotcha faker nice try though,” Terry opened his eyes and was surprised to see Stan smiling at him expecting an angry look on his face.

“You knew what I was up to, how?” Terry asked, a bit surprised. 

“Yeah, you're not the first person to try that on me also I felt your mouth response,” Stan explained. Meanwhile Roger sneezes hard getting the feeling that someone was talking about him.

Back at the pool Stan led Terry to the chairs next to the windows. “I know you want my plump ass but I'm not going to make it easy for you, you'll have to earn it,” Stan informed. 

“Guess I can't argue with that,” Terry said, laughing a bit. 

“Then you'll have no problems being bottomed today then since you scared me by fake drowning?” Stan asked, pushing Terry onto one of the chairs.

“Sounds like you're gonna punish me for scaring ya huh?” Terry asked, a bit excited. 

“Yes and the punishment is being fucked to where you won't be able to walk for a while,” Stan said. He then pulled down Terry's trunks down his legs and tossed them aside as the cold air hit Terry's exposed ass causing him to shiver while smiling with excitement. 

With both hands Stan spread Terry's cheeks apart and started eating him out causing Terry to let out moans of pleasure as Stan's tongue explored his rectum.

Terry grips the chair tightly, biting his lips enjoying the warmth of Stan's tongue against his walls, feeling it move around inside him even going deeper inside him, making Terry's eyes roll back as his and Stan's dick slowly becomes hard.

Stan then decides to start going a bit faster with his licks and sucking. Terry moans with pleasure at the new pace he starts to leak pre, meanwhile Stan starts to take it up a notch and begins to tongue fuck his hole.

Terry moans louder as his eyes roll back, feeling Stan's tongue moving in different directions at a fast pace while his walls are getting soaked in Stan's warm saliva.

Suddenly Stan flicks his tongue upwards and starts hitting Terry's prostate. Terry moans even louder than before, he starts to see stars as his eyes roll.

Hearing Terry loud moans was enough to make Stan extremely hard and used his tongue to repeatedly hit Terry's prostate before pulling out and proceeded to pull down his blue shorts with red stripes and took his now hard dick and positioned it at Terry's anus.

Terry, breathing heavy and a sweaty mess, desperate to feel Stan inside him, begins to shake his rear, hoping to entice Stan to hurry and bury his dick in his now slick and wet cavern.

Stan smacked Terry's ass before he slowly pushed his dick inside the now warm cavern causing Terry to moan and started moving slowly grabbing onto Terry's hips and began to pick up the pace going deeper inside Terry's now wet rectum.

Terry feels Stan's hard and fast thrusting, he begins to push back against Stan's dick every time Stan pushes in to make his dick go on deeper into his hole.

It didn't take long before Stan reached his prostate again which made Terry jolt and let out a loud moan as he gripped the chair tighter and his dick leaking more precum. As Stan continued thrusting deeper inside Terry Cleveland came back outside and saw the two. "What the hell guys you started having fun without me?" He asked, a bit angry.

Terry and Stan stopped, and looked back at Cleveland."Sorry bud, we just couldn't wait any longer, but man can this big fella show a man a good time," Terry said as he spread his ass cheeks again for Stan to continue. 

"Yeah, why not join us already instead of just moping around over there," Stan said as he smacked Terry's ass and continued fucking him hard.

"Alright I'll join you both but first," Cleveland then proceeded to slap both Stan and Terry in the face. "That's for staring without me,"

Cleveland then got in front of Terry's face and pulled down his yellow trunks and shoved his dick in Terry's mouth.

With vigor Terry begins to suck Cleveland's dick without missing a beat as he feels the tip of his dick hit the back of his throat. Meanwhile Stan is having a blast pounding into Cleveland with gusto, as he continues fucking Terry. Stan pulls Cleveland into a kiss, while they both use Terry's holes.

Stan decided to pick up the pace to reach his goal and make sure Terry wouldn't walk right for a while. He thrusted harder inside Terry's rectum while giving his ass a few smacks. 

Meanwhile Cleveland grabbed Terry's head with both hands and started to fuck his mouth as his dick went down Terry's throat.

Terry is taking both dicks like a champ and is dripping precum like crazy. He begins to suck harder on Cleveland's dick and pushes back on Stan's dick even harder than before, hoping to get the other two to cum with him.

Stan and Cleveland looked at each other and nodded, giving everything they had with Stan now ramming inside Terry leaking precum as Cleveland did the same. Stan was almost at his climax having to fuck Terry before Cleveland joined in, he let's out a few grunts and squeezed Terry's hips about to shoot his load inside him soon.

With so much pressure and pleasure built-up, Terry finally shoot his load. While giving one hard, finally suck to Clevelands cock and squeezes his ass on Stan's dick, both Stan and Cleveland couldn't take anymore and came inside Terry. Stan still fucking Terry while he wad cumming, making sure to coat the inside of his hole white. Terry also gulping down Clevelands hot and thick cream, not missing a single drop.

Both men closed their eyes shut gripping onto Terry as ever ounce of cum was going deep inside him. After both men finish filling him up they slowly pulled put of him and looked at their work and noticed Terry came on the chair.

“You're gonna clean that up Terry?” Cleveland asked, pushing his face down near his fluids.

“Guess I have to,” Terry said, he began cleaning up the cum with his mouth as Stan and Cleveland watched as the pulled up their swim shorts.

“I have to hand it to you Cleveland, your friend can take some punishment,” Stan complimented. 

“He has experience plus he's a pretty good bottom according to his husband,” Cleveland informed. 

“Really? Guess you and I have a lot in common then Terry but don't be afraid to ask I'm down to get dirty with you,” Stan said.

“Noted,” Terry said, now resting on the chair. 

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Stan grumbled as he walked into a building. He was sent there to control his anger due to his outburst during his intervention about John. On one hand Stan knew that he had to deal with this. On the other hand it's painful to remember why he expresses anger so much considering his childhood and how everyone who hurt him was angry at him for no reason. 

“Let's get this over with,” Stan said to himself as he walked into a room full of people who looked angry. Stan took a seat next to a man who had brown hair, white sweater with a dark red polo shirt underneath, and light blue pants. 

Just then a female walked into the room with a clipboard. “Alright everyone can I have your attention please?” She asked in a gentle tone. 

Everyone in the room looked at her with an annoyed expression on their faces including Stan. “You are here today because you or your family want you to work on your anger issues. I know none of you want to be here but I want you all to give this a chance to become a better person and get to the bottom of why anger is the only emotion you can express,” The woman explained.

“Instead of putting each of you on the spot I'm going to partner each of you up with one another,” The woman said as she passed out a small piece of paper to everyone. “Each paper has a number on it if the number matches the other person that's your partner for this session and so on,”

Everyone moved around the room and partnered up with one another. Stan walked around the room for a bit before partnering up with the person who sat next to him before. “You're my partner huh? What's your name?” He asked.

“Yancy Fry,” The man answered. “And what's yours?”

“Stan Smith, nice to meet you,” Stan said as the two shook hands with both men giving each other a strong grip. The two looked at each other and smiled, impressed by their equal strength.

 “Alright now that everyone has a partner i want you guys to head into another room and get to know each other to lighten the mood,” The woman suggested. 

Stan and Yancy headed to another room and locked the door behind them for privacy and to keep annoying people from barging in.

“So Yancy tell me a little about yourself,” Stan said as he sat down on the couch and Yancy sat next to him.

“I served in the military and fought in the Vietnam War,” Yancy said in a calm tone but winched remembering what happened in the war.

“Oh, wait, if you fought in the war how come you don't look old? No offense I admire you for being a veteran but still you look young and handsome for a guy your age,” Stan said a bit confused. 

“My son second brought me back from the past in a different universe. Apparently He was in the future and came back a few years before he left and somehow he didn't mess up the past, meaning that I was meant to be in the future along with him,” Yancy explained. 

Stan was amazed that time travel and dimensions existed, the CIA was trying to prove that for years yet here's Yancy us from a different dimension and time-line. 

“Woah that sounds kinda amazing, I had a lot of adventures but I've never been places you've been too,” Stan said.

“It was weird for me but I appreciate the compliment. What about you, what do you do for a living?” Yancy asked.

“I work for the CIA part time and go on adventures in my free time, right now I'm trying to work on myself as a promise to an old friend of mine,” Stan informed.

“A government agent huh? sounds like a good job. I always admire people like you,” Yancy said with a bit of excitement.

 “Thanks, you're not so bad yourself, handsome. So how come you're here in my dimension?” Stan asked.

“When my son brought me to the future and I had to stay there permanently we made an embarrassing promise to each other to start over and get along with each other. We're not on good terms yet it's still a work in progress. I see him as a failure but in the future he's made progress that I can be proud of. He made me realize I was a bad father so I promised to work on my anger issues and since I can't go back to my time he sent me to this dimension instead,” Yancy explained. 

“I can relate to having a son as a failure but eventually I learned to accept who he is even if I find his choices weird and disturbing,” Stan said. 

“Maybe you can teach me how to be a father, I never learned how to be a father which is why both my sons fight a lot and my second born does what he does,” Yancy said.

“Sure but I guess I can give you a few tips on how to be a father but I have to warn you some of my advice may not work,” Stan said. “And in return can you teach me how to mourn a fallen comrade who was close to you?”

“I'll take what I can get and as for mourning someone you develop a deep bond with don't let their sacrifice be for nothing tale some time to grieve them and try to push forward for them if you were close to them then you should know that they wouldn't want you to end up a broken wreck,” Yancy informed. 

Stan took Yancy's words to heart everyone was saying to move on and try to live his life but hearing good advice from a stranger from the past was enough for Stan to consider taking everyone's advice. 

“Thanks, I've been in a slum recently and your advice might help me recover,” Stan said.

“Don't mention it, you know this is the first time I've met a government agent who shows their true feelings for someone they've carried about must be how things work in your dimension. I could learn a thing or too. My family always says I'm paranoid but they don't understand what I went through during the war and what I've seen. I guess I should be less paranoid and try to relax more but I wouldn't know where to begin,” Yancy said.

“I think I might know where you can start but it's kinda a sexual thing that gives you relief but then you begin to mellow out” Stan informed blushing.

“Is that how relaxing works here just fuck someone?” Yancy asked, a bit confused. 

“It's one way, yes but I recommend it because that's how I learn how to relax the first time,” Stan informed. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to,”

“No it's fine, in the future I find myself working for the military again but in space and I had to wear a uniform with a skirt, at least I can wear underwear underneath so this isn't my first weird sexual encounter,” Yancy informed. 

Stan found it weird that a military in the future would wear a skirt to battle, not like he could ask since it wasn't his future's earth. “So are you interested?” He asked. 

“If that's my only option at the moment, yes I guess I could give it a shot,” Yancy said. 

“Alright, first show me what a veteran ass looks like,” Stan ordered. 

Yancy blushed as he got up and moved in front of Stan a bit and pulled both his pants and underwear down showing him his big ass.

“Whoa it's so big, smooth, and round, you take care of your body pretty well I'm impressed,” Stan complimented. “May I touch it?”

“Go ahead,” Yancy sighed as his face turned a bit red. He never thought that this would be how his day would go.

Stan got on his knees and used both hands to get a feel of Yancy's ass. He was amazed how firm it felt it was similar to his own. It was like Yancy was him but from a different dimension. “Hey Yancy, has anyone ever rimmed you?” He asked.

Yancy was a bit surprised by Stan's question and looked back at him. “No, are you asking to eat my ass?” He asked.

“Yeah, it's one of those things that gives your partner pleasure stuff,” Stan answered.

Yancy was a bit hesitant but trust that Stan knows what he's doing and nodded his head giving Stan the green light. Stan wasted no time and began eating Yancy's ass. 

Yancy let out a small moan and blushed at how good Stan's tongue felt inside his ass. Meanwhile Stan found himself enjoying eating Yancy out and felt a bit honored. “Don't stop,” Stan heard Yancy's voice and wasted no time pushing his tongue deep inside him.

Yancy kept himself balanced and still, he was prepared for something like this but never thought it would be used in something like this yet he finds this pretty relaxing. Stan's moist tongue felt good against his walls for the first time in a while Yancy relaxed his body giving more access to his insides. 

“Hey Stan… what else can we do?” Yancy asked, holding back his moan.

“Ready to go further huh? Alright but first let's take off our clothes,” Stan said. 

Both Stan and Yancy proceeded to take their clothes off, tossing them on the couch and admiring each other's body. “Nice bod man, how about we go all out?” Stan suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Yancy said, a bit excited to have sex with another man. Stan then quickly forced Yancy to his knees and pointed at his dick. Yancy was surprised by Stan's speed but understood what he wanted and grabbed his dick stroking it before putting it in his mouth and started sucking on it.

Stan moaned, feeling Yancy's warm tongue repeatedly rubbing against his dick. Stan Grabbed Yancy's head with both hands and started to fuck his mouth. As Stan continued to thrusting into Yancy's mouth Yancy instincts kicked in and started to suck Stan off at a fast pace showing that he was no push over showing that his strong grip wasn't just for show earlier. 

Stan was surprised by Yancy's speed as he let out a loud moan, feeling more pleasure from him. “You're a natural at this… are you sure this is your first time?” He managed to ask looking down at Yancy with his face blushing. 

Yancy didn't answer and focused on sucking off Stan who was still amazed but was no push over either and started to pick up the pace keeping up with Yancy. 

As both men were putting in work on each other Stan started to leak precum as he gripped Yancy's head tighter. Stan started moaning a louder and Yancy took the opportunity to pick up the speed again while letting out his own moans which felt like a vibration to Stan and it was enough to make his cum inside of Yancy's mouth.

Yancy swallowed Stan's load in one gulp before Stan pulled out of his mouth and looked at him. Stan was slowly catching his breath when Yancy quickly forced him to his knees and stood in his face. “Think you can still keep going? Because I'm still not tired,” Yancy said pointing towards his dick that's now hard.

Stan gave him a smirk look and grabbed his dick. “I'm not even close to being tired buddy I've still got enough energy to keep going,” He replied. Stan felt like he's met his match like with John and Brett, Yancy was similar to both of them even himself for that matter. 

Stan then put Yancy's dick in his mouth and wasted no time sucking. Yancy moaned as he grabbed Stan's head tightly and started thrusting into his mouth at the same speed as Stan did.

Stan being no push over either sucked Yancy off at pace to where he made Yancy moans first. Yancy feeling the vibration fucked Stan's a bit harder as his dick went down Stan's throat chocking him a bit but Stan didn't stop the pace and he speed up a bit. 

Yancy felt like he was gonna cum again at this rate as Stan's tongue and moans was enough to make him overstimulate. He grabbed tightly to Stan's head and came in his mouth with Stan swallowing all of it.

The two collapsed next to each other trying to catch their breaths. After a good ten minutes Stan hovered over Yancy and looked him in the eyes. “If you're still tired I suggest you flip to your stomach for this one we have one more thing to do,” He said with a smirk. 

Yancy knew what Stan was referring to and flipped to his stomach so that Stan could have access to his own plump ass. Stan spread his legs a bit and positioned himself carefully then slowly pushed his rod inside of Yance as he let's at loud moan the farther Stan went in.

Stan started to move slowly after three thrust then picked up the speed using what remaining stamina he had left. Yancy let out A few moans and whimpers as Stan was moving faster inside his rectum hitting his spot. 

“S-Stan…,” He managed to say through all of his moans. 

“I got you big guy… It was like this for me too,” Stan said remembering all the other times he was fucked. “By the way nice job getting a word out through your words It took me a few years before I can be able to do that,”

“I've… been through hell… to learn how to do that… this… is nothing compared to back then,” Yancy explained through his moans as Stan was now ramming into him faster. 

“I can see that so you want it inside as a reward for your first time? You have a nice ass for what I have,” Stan asked with a smirk.

“L-let me have it,” Yancy moaned loudly. Stan slammed Into Yancy's sweet spot a few more times before cumming inside of him deeply filling his rectum make Yancy moan louder.

Stan slowly pulls out and flip towards his back next to Yancy as the other man try to catch his breath, relaxing his body. The two took thirty minutes to recover before putting their clothes back on and sat down next to each other. 

“So Yancy, do you feel relaxed?” Stan asked. 

“Yes, I feel like I can finally let my guard down after so long. Maybe Fry was right. I just needed to relax once in a while,” Yancy said with a smile. 

“I think you should hug him when you see him,” Stan suggested. 

“I've never hugged him or my family for that matter. It's gonna be weird for me since I never showed them real love before only tough love,” Yancy informed Stan.

“Trust me tough love is good but if you two really want to start a new beginning you gotta show him that you can change and be a father even if it's too late he wouldn't have made that deal with you if he didn't want you in his life,” Stan pointed. 

Yancy took Stan's words to heart and thought about what it would be like if he was more caring. Maybe his sons would get along, Fry would smile with his family more, and maybe spend more time with them. 

“Stan… thank you… I think I'm ready to give it a shot,” Yancy said.

“No problem, let's exchange numbers so we can hang out even if we're in different time spaces. You'll probably be able to reach me since you live in the future now,” Stan suggested. 

Yancy nodded and gave Stan his number as Stan did the same. After their session Yancy went back to his dimension with his son. And headed towards his place. 

“So how was it? The anger management I mean did you manage to work on it?” Fry Asked

“Yes, in a weird way I did and… I'm sorry for not being a father to you,” Yancy said rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah well I know that it was gonna…,” Fry cut himself off and looked at his dad's surprise. “Wait, did you just… apologize?”

“Yes, I had this partner who opened my eyes and gave me some advice… I think I'm ready to start this new beginning and start being a late father thing,” Yancy said. 

“Wow, didn't I think anger management could work. I wanna start too but it's still a bit weird that I'm seeing a dad that I wish existed,” Fry said. 

“Is this weird too?” Yancy surprised his son with a hug. Fry was a bit confused and shocked to feel his dad giving him a hug. It was weird but he hugged back with tears in his eyes, his dad was hugging him. He wanted that since he was a kid and here he was being hugged by his dad.

In the distance of the room Leela was smiling and Bender was making vomiting motions when Leela knocked him out with a kick and went back looking at the two.

Art by https://www.tumblr.com/rolkstone

Chapter Text

“You wanted to see me sir?” Stan asked, walking into Bullock's office. He'd been called in out of the blue and wondered what Bullock wanted this time.

“Yes Smith, I called you in here today because I need you to go on an info gathering mission. There's a source in China that there are suspicious men who are meeting up at questionable places. I need you to go there and gather information using any means necessary,” Bullock informed.

Stan knows exactly what Bullock meant by any means usually being fucked for information now he has a chance to use his CIA skills to see if he needs more practice since there's been a lot of new recruits.

“Sir if it's alright I'd like to take someone with me on this if that's OK with you?” Stan asked.

“Yes you can bring whoever you want now get out there and gather that Intel,” Bullock turned Stan around and slapped his ass then pushed him out his office and closed the door.

Stan walks over towards Dick's office and knocks on his wall. “Hey Dick I need you for a mission I need to gather info and I need a partner who can help me out,” He informed.

“Sure, I got nothing better to do. Where are we going?” Dick asked, turning to face Stan.

“China, bring spare clothes we might be in for a wild ride,” Stan warned.

The two then boarded a jet and flew off. “alright Dick before we start our search I need to warn you about the kind of job I do and what to expect,” Stan said.

Dick wondered what Stan meant by expect as far as he knows Stan always made his mission look easy especially the sex ones. “What do you mean by that?” He asked.

“Let's just say we need to find a motel that's close by and have the willpower to get there. I don't say this often but the enemies I face are more skilled and take extreme measures to handle, usually the embarrassing ones,” Stan informed.

“Alright, I'll take your word for it then,” Dick replied, unaware of what's to come.

The two landed and headed towards the city their first objective was to look for a hotel but before the two could check themselves suddenly two bags covered their heads and got knocked out.

Stan suddenly woke up in a panic after he felt water splash his face as the bag came off his face. He looks around and sees that he's in some kind of dark room, it was clearly an abandoned office. He then Looked around and saw six assailants and next to him was Dick with his hands tied behind his back waking up after water hit his face.

“Who are you guys and what do you want?” Stan asked, a bit panicked.

One of the men approached them and looked him in the face. “We're holding you two Americans for ransom and if we don't get what we want you two will die,” the man explained as he pointed towards a table with lethal weapons.

Bothe Stan and Dick looked nervous as the two men started the camera recording the ransom demands. Stan not wanting him and Dick to get hurt had an idea but he needed Dick to agree to it. “Hey, Dick follow my lead,” He whispered towards Dick as he agreed to Stan's plan.

“Hey you two guards seemed to be working hard just for a ransom and keeping us from moving,” Stan said.

“Yeah so what? Not like we have a choice and you two business men better not be planning something,” one of them said.

“We're not going anywhere Based on our surroundings and how many of you guys are here but may I suggest something better than a ransom?” Stan asked.

The two guards looked at each other and back at Stan. “What could be better than ransom money?” The other guy asked.

“This could be one of them if you two wanna go on with it,” Stan said as he proceeded to. Stan slowly rubbed his ass against one of the assailant dick as the man looked down in surprise. He was about to say something but he felt pleasure from Stan's ass slowly rubbing against him.

“Woah, this feels pretty good and his ass is so big and round. For a business man he sure is thicc,” the assailant said as he used his free hand and slowly started to rub Stan's ass.

“Not just me,” Stan nodded his head towards Dick. The other assailant looked at Dick not wanting to believe Stan.

“There's no way this guy is like you he's probably…,” the assailant cut himself when he went to feel Dick's only to be surprised that his is just as good as Stan's. “No way him too despite his appearance,”

“I guess these office workers are special if they both have a nice ass. Maybe we should use them for a few just to see how good they're really are,” the other assailant said.

The assailant that was holding Stan used one hand and reached into Stan's pants and started rubbing his ass through his underwear. The other assailant did the same, getting a feel for Dick's ass, even gently pressing against his hole in the process.

Dick blushed and looked at Stan wanting to as if this is what he goes through on his missions. Experiencing this for the first time starts to make sense why Stan doesn't go to work that much and why he's nervous around Bullock if this is what he has to go through. “Stan?...” He asked weakly.

“I know you have questions but right now let them use you so we can get out of this,” Stan said. He knows what Dick was thinking but right now they need to get out of their current situation the only way he knows how.

The assailants proceeded to pull their tear away their clothes to their surprise leaving them completely naked. “Alright let's not waist anymore time,” the one holding Stan said.

The two assailants shoved their rods in their ass causing Dick to go crossed eyed not being use to this kind of stuff meanwhile Stan let's out a few grunts being use to this to the point where it started to feel good to him.

The assailants immediately started thrusting into the both of them causing both Stan and Dick to moan as they fell the assailants rod's inside their cavern. Stan started to let out some slutty moans letting his body be used meanwhile Dick was still trying to get use To the feeling but can't help but to worry if Stan has ever had an easy mission if his sexual one's ends up like now.

His thoughts were interrupted by his assailant picking up speed to trying to go deeper inside him. Meanwhile Stan's assailant was having an easier time moving inside Stan's ass letting out a few moans of his own that when he did pick up speed not only did he hit Stan's spot but he and Stan started leaking precum as Stan's entire face turned pink.

“Good his ass feels so good… I'm gonna…,” The assistant tried to finish his sentence but just rammed into Stan's ass repeatedly and let out a moan that alerted two more assailants to them. Before the other two could ask something Stan's assailant cum inside Stan filling his cavern completely as some the cum leaks out of him.

The assailant looked at the other two. “Wanna join this slut is the best one for far,” He asked, pulling out of Stan's ass.

“Lucky this one isn't used to doing this so I had to put in a lot of work into him,” The other assailant said as he picked up the speed a bit more as he started to leak precum making Dick moaned as his face turned pink.

Third assailant pushed Stan's face to the ground and his ass in the air planning on trying a different position. Stan was still dazed blushing from his first pounding but is snapped back to reality when fel felt another rod went inside him as he let out another moan.

Dick picks up on Stan's behavior and remembers that sometimes Stan goes into a different mindset after being fucked. He thought it was Stan's inner slut at first But now maybe it something that can't be helped.

He mind was soon interrupted by the second assailant ramming into him and finally cumming inside him. Dick felt a bit dazed after feeling his cavern be filled up but he didn't have time to reason as now the fourth assailant quickly entered him causing Dick to let out a soft moan, as his mind was about to go somewhere else as well.

“You were right this slut can take a pound like he's use to it,” the third assailant said, talking about Stan who was now enjoying every minute of his situation. “Alright I'm gonna see if I can give him a trip to remember,”

The third assailant started to pick up the pace causing Stan to moan louder as proving to the assailants that he was a slut and was enjoying it. Meanwhile the fourth assailant was going at the same speed With dick who was now on all fours moaning as his spot was being repeatedly hit. “Too bad this one's new to this it would make this day ten times better. I guess that blue slut is to blame for this guy being here since he's probably the office slut,” the fourth one said.

As the two continued fucking the daylights out of the the two agents their boss and second in command came in to check on them. “I heard a few noises from you four but I didn't think it was because we kidnapped two sluts,” He said surprised, but knew what was going on.

“Well one is and it's the big guy or chubby one,” The third assailant said.

“Better than none. Look I know I've been on your asses all weekend but if we don't get and sell these new guns then we're dead if the CIA finds us. So how about instead of the ransom money we just use these two instead?,” the leader asked as his men got excited and nodded their heads.

The assailants took turns with Stan and Dick and fucked them in numerous ways putting tally marks on their asses and cum tank and their stomach with Stan having the most marks due to him having a favorable body.

Hours past and the assailants tossed Stan and Dick now have a gut full of cum into an empty room after finishing them. The assailants then leave their base to meet up with their buyers.

As Stan was slowly starting to come back to his senses the window opened up and the masked figure came inside. Stan was surprised that he appeared again but couldn't move due to his body feeling a bit heavy. A little help please?” He managed to ask.

The figure looked at the two of them and nodded. He took Dick first then came back for Stan and threw them into his van and drove off. Stan now feeling a bit safe closed his eyes putting his trust in the man who seemed to be always watching him.

He felt as if he always trusted him even when he puts him in humiliating situations and his identity a secret. There are also times where he saves him too. Stan then felt his body moving and someone calling his name. He slowly opened his eyes and saw John Sanders looked at him. He jolted up in surprise and rubbed his eyes and his vision became more clear as it turned out to be Dick looking at him which made Stan a bit sad.

“Good you're awake, judging by that look on your face I'm guessing you saw me as John or Brett again huh?” Dick asked, feeling remorse.

“Yeah, everytime i wake to one of you I imagine that they're there, I know Brett is alive again during Christmas but,” Stan was about to finish when Dick stopped him.

“I know John is dead remember what you promised everyone you'd learn to accept it that's why we send you to every therapy session we know so that you won't hurt yourself again,” Dick informed.

“I know and it's working but part of me is still hanging onto the past and holding me back from moving forward,” Stan got up and noticed he was wear a white shirt and blue and red shorts. “How did I get in these?”

“I woke up and I was wearing a green shirt and black and yellow shorts. The guy who did this left a note,” Dick explained handing Stan the note. Stan took it and read it.

Dear agents Smith and Reynolds

I cleaned you both up and got you some clothes, you better come with a team next time because I won't always be around to save the CIA.

From unknown

Stan's eyes widened, did the masked figure knew there names? He turned to look at Dick. “He knows us?” He asked.

“It seems so but who is this guy and why do I get the feeling that you have known him for a while,” Dick asked, a bit concerned.

“He's been watching me from time to time and is one of the people who put me in those situations and other he saves me, it's kinda a strange relationship we have but I feel like we have met before somewhere,” Stan informed.

“So he's good and bad? What does he look like we could probably find him on the super computer,” Dick suggested.

“Don't waste your time, he's always wearing a mask and is highly and dangerously skilled. It's best if we don't fight him the way we are,” Stan said sadly.

“Alright but, what's wrong with you? I get that you're talking about me but you exercise on the daily so you should be a match for him,” Dick questioned.

“I've heard the assailant's mention how chubby I look, which I've been aware of. When you guys think of my body you think of my ass which is fine but if you guys look at me wearing casual clothes or in the pool you'd see the rest of me,” Stan explained.

Dick never thought of that, he knows Stan for the good parts of his body but he never paid attention to the rest. Come to think of it, it does explain why Stan is labeled as a bara by Bullock. “Now do you mention it I'm starting to see your point,” Dick said.

“Well we got what we came here to do, remember Bullock put cameras in our uniforms when we're out on missions so he probably heard the whole thing,” Stan informed. “Let's enjoy the rest of our time here before we go back,”

Meanwhile on the motel roof the Mask figure was listening in on them but when he heard Dick's name and voice he dropped to his knees and clutched his head as it was pounding painfully as memories of Dick started to flash in his head. “Dick… Reynolds…,” He said, pulling up his blue visor to try and catch his breath.

The figure switched channels and called Brett for pickup as he collected himself and put his visor back on and got off the roof and drove off in his van.

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Brett had invited Stan to come up the mountain for the afternoon to tell him something important.

“We made it. Why did you invite me up here and how come you're not tired?” Stan asked, almost out of breath.

“Demon energy and I know you have more energy than that, we're equals remember? Or maybe my demon powers gave me more stamina,” Brett guessed.

“I think so because you never stopped for a break since we got here. By the way, why did you ask me to come up here anyways?” Stan asked.

Brett sighs before turning to look at Stan. “Because Stan I know about everything, about my family, about you ruining my life so I can believe in God, and what's worse you did it without giving it a second thought,” He informed Stan in a serious tone.

Stan's eyes widened in shock, not expecting Brett to know what he did. “Y-You do? How?” He asked, a bit nervous.

“When I was dead Satan told me everything as he gave me demon powers and sent me back,” Brett informed. “Stan I gotta confess the reason I brought out here was to get my revenge and if you care about our friendship like you claimed to then you'd let me take my demonic rage out on you,”

Stan was extremely nervous about Brett's revenge but he didn't want to lose Brett again and he didn't have much of a choice either since Brett has demon powers and could overpower Stan at any time he wants. “Ok, I'll let you get your revenge. I care about you and this friendship to lose again so do your worst,” He said, sounding defeated.

“I'm glad to hear Stan,” Brett said with a smile. Brett closed his eyes and a heavy wind started blowing as the sky turned a bit red and Brett opened his eyes again this time there fully red.

Brett immediately shoved Stan to the ground and tore off his blue shirt, gray shorts, and briefs off leaving him completely naked. Brett then lowered his own shorts and used he demon powers to force Stan to his knees and shoved his dick into Stan's mouth without warning.

He immediately started moving fast due to his demonic strength Stan was already choking on his dick each time Brett thrusts into his mouth. He then gripped Stan's hair and gave him an evil look almost like he was demon fucking Stan.

Stan felt afraid seeing Brett's evil side reminding him of when Stelio would fuck mercilessly everyday during highschool. He would flash back to those moments but somehow Brett snapped him back to reality not letting reminisce on the past.

“You ain't getting off the hook that easy,” Brett said, thrusting extremely fast as his dick repeatedly went down Stan's throat. Stan was amazed that Brett knew what Stan was thinking of, he wondered what else Brett was capable of.

Brett then pulled out of Stan's mouth and pushed him down to the ground watched as Stan tried to catch his breath as Stan's face was a bit pink from blushing.

Before Stan could say anything Brett flipped him on his stomach and positioned him to where his ass was in the air, surprising Stan. Brett with an evil grin wastes no time inserting his dick deep inside Stan's ass causing Stan to moan loud.

“Oooohhhh fffuuuccckkk,” Stan moaned.

“If you like this then wait until you see what else I got in-store you be moaning and unable to walk after this,” Brett informed, in a deep demonic voice. With Both legs on the opposite side of Stan Brett immediately started ramming inside Stan's rectum with incredible speed causing Stan to moan louder and grip his hands.

Brett grabbed onto Stan's hips and went deeper inside his ass hitting his prostate repeatedly. Stan was now drooling with his eyes rolled back while Brett just smiled looking down at Stan. “Looks like I hit the spot jack already huh? Guess I should have gone easy on you but that would ruin my revenge so just enjoy being used you dirty slut,” He said, smacking Stan's ass with one hand.

As Brett continues to fuck Stan both men started leaking precum reaching there limits and with one last thrusts Brett slammed into Stan's prostate one last time cumming inside him causing Stan to cum on the ground. Instead of pulling out Brett used the rest of his demon energy decided to fuck Stan five more time in different positions filling his ass with his cum. After dumping his load into Stan a fifth time he pulled out and looked at Stan who was on his back trying to catch his breath as Brett's seeds leaked out of his ass.

“Looks like I finally reached my limited time for these guys to have their fun,” Brett smirked. Suddenly both Santa and Stelio stepped into the ring of fire and looked down at Stan. “Good thing I managed to convince these two to help me with my revenge,”

“I've been waiting to get back at you Smith, time to give you the present you deserve,” Santa said with a smirk.

Stelio didn't say anything but Brett knew it was something about making Stan suffer like back in highschool.

The two got on opposite sides of Stan and with no time to react Santa grabbed Stan by the head and forcefully shoved his dick into his mouth while Stelio shoved his huge dick inside Stan's ass causing him to let out a loud moan.

The two started roughly moving, thrusting both their dicks in and out of Stan's body. Stelio had no issues hitting Stan's spot having done it before while Santa looked Stan in the face and smiled thinking about doing this on Christmas but right now he's enjoying the moment as he could feel Stan choking on his dick.

Stan was in lust mode at this point being penetrated by his enemies was causing him to beg for more and the two nodded towards each other and gripped Stan tightly and started ramming into him as Stelio was now hitting his prostate causing Stan to leak precum while Santa went further down his throat.

Brett watched while smiling at the current state of the man who once ruined his life and after all of that he still thinks of Stan as a friend. After all he was there for him when he woke up plus he could always fuck him when he feels like it.

About three hours passed and both Santa and Stelio were about to unleash their loads showing that they have a lot of stamina to go on for hours. Before they could unleash their loads the both quickly pulled out and flipped Stan on his back and came all over his face.

After the two finish unleashing their loads they look at Stan admiring their work. “Consider this as your early Christmas gift Smith,” Santa said before walking off. Stelio said nothing and walked off in the opposite direction.

Brett walked up to Stan and picked him up and stared him in the face. “You may not remember this but if you ever ruin my life again I'm gonna let a few huge demons have their way with you,” He threatened in a demonic voice.

Brett then turned back to normal and dropped Stan and started setting up the tent. Once he finished he dragged Stan inside the tent and threw his torn clothes next to him. Brett then made his surroundings back the way it was and went inside the tent and waited for Stan to wake up.

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Stan waited outside the empty house waiting for Cleveland, Terry, and Paul to arrive. He was surprised when Cleveland said that they were moving into his neighborhood especially since they were 3 hours away from where he lives but he guessed that they enjoy Stan's company a lot.

After a few minutes past a moving truck and a car pulled up to the house. Terry and Paul stepped out of the truck as Cleveland stepped out of the car. “Hey Stan, lovely day out today huh?” Cleveland greeted.

“Yeah, and it's nice to see you three again. I didn't expect you two to move here but I'm glad you did now I have a few bro's to hangout with,” Stan said.

"I gotta admit, you know how to liven things up," Terry commented. Terry and Stan share a unique bond, primarily with Stan taking the dominant role.

"I hope you can share some advice so I won't be left out of the excitement." Paul glanced at Terry with a hint of skepticism.

"Can you really blame me for sharing my attention? After all, you did punish me for keeping it a secret." Terry rubbed the back of his neck, appearing somewhat sheepish.

"But still, you kept me in the dark about your recent exploits and excluded me from the fun. So, I decided to move us here to witness Stan's abilities firsthand." Paul admitted, still seemed slightly miffed.

"I'll make it up to you for keeping you in the dark." Terry Promised.

An idea sparked in Stan's mind as he heard this. "Hey Terry, start unloading the truck," he suggested, "I'll open the house up for you."

As soon as Terry headed towards the truck, Stan pulled Cleveland and Paul aside, whispering a plan into their ears. Cleveland and Paul exchanged smiles, particularly Paul, who had been simmering with resentment towards Terry for some time and saw this as a chance for payback.

With the plan in place, Stan unlocked the house as the others helped Terry move boxes inside. As they worked, Cleveland, Paul, and Stan subtly ensured Terry carried the bulk of the heavy items, while they occasionally grabbed a weighty box to avoid suspicion. As hours ticked by, Terry grew increasingly weary, while Stan and Cleveland surreptitiously assembled the bed.

More hours have passed and the four got everything from the truck into the house before it got dark. Terry felt worn out as he sat on the couch to rest. Paul looked at him and entered the other room where Stan and Cleveland were. The three were tired too and ready to rest but had one last job to do.

“Terry is pretty tired, is everything set up? I made sure he's wearing his leopard briefs and told him all his other pairs were packed up,” Paul whispered.

“Yeah, the bed is all set up and he doesn't know it yet,” Cleveland answered.

“Judging by how tired we are as well I'd say we can only go three rounds with him each. Paul you should start first and be the last one to finish him. Cleveland you go after him and I'll go after you,” Stan said, he thought about it during the move and kept track of everyone's conditions to make sure that that plan would still work.

Pual approached Terry while the others two hid themselves in another room. “Hey Terry, follow me to the bedroom, I've set up the bed so you could relax your body after all the heavy lifting,” He said with a smirk.

“That's good to hear my body is killing me,” Terry said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The two made it upstairs Paul guides Terry to the bed and removed his socks and shoes before getting Terry into the bed where he collapsed. “My feels a bit more heavy than I thought. Thanks for helping me Paul,” Terry said.

“It's the least I can do after you did the heavy lifting with most of our stuff. Can still move at all?” Paul asked.

“No can do, my body needs more time to recover, probably will take a whole day to do so,” Terry said, unsure when he'll be able to move.

"Let me help speed things up," Paul offered. With surprising efficiency, Paul repositioned Terry, leaving his ass in the air.

Before Terry could even process what was happening, Paul had already pulled down his jeans and leopard underwear. Terry was caught off guard, but Paul didn't waste any time. He began to rim Terry, his tongue exploring Terry's entrance as he held his partner's cheeks apart. Terry couldn't help but moan in pleasure, feeling his partner's tongue inside of him.

Unbeknownst to him, Stan and Cleveland were quietly in the closet, now completely naked. They stood there watching the scene before them, casually jerking off. Little did Terry know, he was in for a wild ride.

Once Paul had prepared and lubricated Terry's hole, he pulled out his dick and aligned himself before gradually entering Terry, who moaned in pleasure as he grew aroused. Paul glanced over at Stan and Cleveland, winking at them before starting to thrust.

Terry clutched the blanket and bit his lips, savoring the experience with his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Paul increased his pace, causing them both to sweat as they both became physically heated. Stan and Cleveland, who were observing, also began to perspire and felt their own desires intensify, longing to join in.

Soon, Paul was driving into Terry's most sensitive spot, causing him to moan ever louder as he drooled. "I'm almost there," Paul panted.

“M-me… Too,” Terry moaned, leaking precum.

Paul continued slamming into Terry's sweet spot a few more times before he reached his limit and slammed into him one last time cumming inside him causing Terry to cum on the blanket.

After Paul pulled out and went around to Terry's face and looked at him. “So… think you can handle a few more of those?” He asked, breathing heavily.

“You know I can but I need a few minutes to rest,” Terry answered.

"I could let you rest, but..." Paul's words trailed off as he opened the closet door, revealing Cleveland and Stan. "These guys aren't waiting any longer for you," he said, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and a hint of menace. "Consider this punishment, or whatever you think it is."

Terry, still a bit dazed, began to piece everything together. The arranged bed, Where Cleveland and Stan were... it all fit into place. "Heh, you guys were planning to use me, weren't you?" he chuckled, the realization dawning on him.

"Yeah, I see it as a house present," Stan explained with a grin, "but Paul sees it as a punishment for leaving him out of the fun."

Terry shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Gotta admit, you guys had me fooled. And I guess I deserve it for neglecting Paul, so... do your worst." His words held a touch of defiance, a hint of excitement at the prospect of whatever mischief awaited him.

The three surround Terry, and Cleveland without delay pushes his dick inside Terry's used hole after flipping Terry onto his back and lifting his knees. Stan positioned himself in front of Terry's face and gesture for him to suck on his dick.

Terry parted his lips, and Stan pressed his big rod inside. Terry began grabbing the blankets once more and gagging on Stan's dick as Stan and Cleveland began to move slowly but a little too quickly. Paul observed, sensing his own hardening once more, but he was not prepared to go right in. While Cleveland held Terry's hips and thrust quicker, syncing with Stan as they both thrust in and out of Terry at the same time, Stan grabbed Terry's chin and quickened the pace of his mouth thrusts.

Terry's face turned red as he took pleasure in the moment, using his lips and rear while servicing both Stan and Cleveland's dick. Stan let out a moan as he thrust deeper into Terry's mouth, causing precum to leak out. Cleveland, hearing the moans, decided to increase his pace and force, eliciting even louder noises from Terry.

The intense penetration soon led to both men nearing their limits, with Cleveland forcefully ramming Terry while Stan followed suit. Just before reaching climax, they both pushed in one last time. Terry received both their loads, swallowing Stan's and feeling Cleveland's release inside his rectum.

Exhausted, Terry took a moment to catch his breath as the others did the same. The three men then slowly removed themselves from Terry, allowing him to recover from the intense experience.

Stan then got into bed next to Terry and then laid down next to him, catching his breath. "I assume you know what's next if you can move." He said. With a smirk on his face, Terry knew what Stan was thinking. He carefully stood up, positioned himself over Stan's dick, and sat down on it, causing both of them to moan.

For the next few hours Terry was fucked in various positions with him riding Stan, to being fucked by Cleveland in Booster seat position, to Paul in Jockey position, back to Stan in Leg glider, and Cleveland in missionary. Both Stan and Cleveland had reached the end with both men sitting in the room watching Paul who was last about to put Terry in one last position.

“Looks like it's time for the grand finally and I know something you might enjoy,” Paul said, looking at his partner whose stomach was full of nothing but eight loads cum.

“Alright then…lay it on me,” Terry said, a bit dazed and horny for one last load.

Paul began to lift Terry's legs, guiding him into a legs up position with Terry's legs nearly touching his shoulders. Carefully, Paul inserted himself into Terry's extended opening and began to move, using both hands to steady Terry's legs. Paul was quickly able to reach a significant depth within Terry, causing him to moan and roll his eyes back, clearly hitting a sensitive spot.
Paul grinned, increasing his pace and causing Terry to moan once again. He teasingly slowed down, "You like that, huh? Want me to go faster?" He asked.

"Yes, please go faster, please!" Terry begged.

Paul, pretending to be exasperated, slowed down even more. "Are you going to keep secrets and go behind my back again?"

"YES, I PROMISE, JUST GO FAST ALREADY!" Terry shouted in desperation, displaying his eagerness for Paul to quicken his movements.

“Alright, but you better keep your words,” Paul said. Paul then started ramming inside Terry's rectum hitting his spot with more force causing Terry to moan louder than before filling the whole house with his moans.

Stan and Cleveland shared a conspiratorial smirk as they watched Terry eagerly awaiting "ass destruction." Stan then shared his idea with Cleveland, who grinned at the suggestion. They signaled Paul, who, having read their lips, grinned and nodded in agreement.

With a nod to his two accomplice, Paul quickened his pace, forcefully thrusting in and out of Terry, who was now completely silent aside from soft moans. Stan and Cleveland watched in awe as Paul's intensity left Terry motionless.

As Paul continued his assault on Terry's spot, he could feel himself getting closer to climaxing. He signaled Stan and Cleveland, who moved to stand over Terry, stroking themselves in anticipation. Paul then delivered one final, powerful thrust before quickly withdrawing, ejaculating abundantly all over Terry's face and body. Stan and Cleveland soon followed suit, both releasing their loads onto Terry's eager face, with some even entering his mouth.

After the three finished letting their loads out they took an hour to rest with Stan turning on the AC before joining the others. The three looked at Terry who was on the bed dazed covered in cum, stomach full, and his leopard briefs hanging off his left foot.

“So…mission complete?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, after all of this I'm pretty sure Terry learned his lesson and if he forgets I'll make sure to remind him,” Paul said, looking at his partner.

“Hope you both will like it here. Stan's show is more exciting than my show,” Cleveland said, a bit jealous about how his show went.

“I'm sure we will if Terry is hanging out with Stan on rare occasions,” Paul said.

“Then welcome to the neighborhood you two,” Stan greeted with a smirk.

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While running away from Robert Wuhl, who had his pants down Stan decided to ditch him through an alleyway only to find a dead end. He turned to look back and saw the guy had followed him into the alley, trapping him.

Stan, while panting and breathing heavily from the running, goes to reach for his gun, but to his surprise, the firearm is nowhere on his person. Stan, now fully freaking out, stares at the half-naked man approaching him.

"Looks like you're defenseless and cornered big guy," Robert said, slowly walking towards him. He didn't bother pulling up his pants as he walked towards Stan with a smile, sending chills down his spine.

"Wha-what do you want from me?" Stan said a little frightened but ready to fight if necessary. Stan also scans the man from top to bottom, sorta checking the man out.

"I wanna get payback for leaving my apartment so soon and maybe to rough you up a bit," Robert said, walking more forward as his dick became more visible and his fist clenched.

"Listen, man, we can fix this. None of us have to get hurt here." Stan said as a way to calm the man down, but slightly aroused as he started to see the man's dick through his underwear.

"We can figure this out together. Let's just calm down and talk," Stan says as he clenches his fist, ready to catch the man by surprise.

"Why not like you have anything interesting to say," Robert stopped and got a good look at Stan's body, checking out what he had.

"Oh, I'm sure we can talk this out like the handsome gentlemen we are." Stan said as the man got close enough. Stan suddenly, as quick as he can, throws his fist to the man, hoping to connect and run.

Robert catches it and turns Stan around, pinning him against the brick wall with both hands restrained. "Flattering is gonna get you know where big guy or should I say tubby now that I fully looked at you,"

"I may be bigger than I used to, but I can still kick your ass!" Stan says as he elbows the man in the stomach. Robert winces with pain as he briefly lets go of Stan's hand.

"Big mistake buddy," Robert pinned Stan again this time with a tight grip and slammed him into the wall a few times before he pulled Stan back and shoved him through the brick wall with half of his body stuck. "Well, well, well, what do you have back here?" The man asked, looking at Stan's ass.

Stan, slightly dazed from the impact of the wall, doesn't know what the guy said but tries to wiggle out of the wall, to no avail. All of a sudden, he feels a pair of hands rest on his plump ass. "He-hey! What are you doing back there?!" Stan yells in a slight panic as the hands start to rub his ass cheeks in his pants.

"I'm feeling this plump ass that you got. It's hard to believe it's yours, but it feels real, and since you're stuck, how about I use it?" Robert said with an evil grin pulling both Stan's pants and underwear down.

A deep red blush hits Stan's face as he tries to wiggle out of the wall. "Yo-you can't do this, we're in public, and we don't even have any lube, so why don't we just try to talk this out again?" Stan says as he feels the slight wind blowing past his pink hole. A shiver goes up his spine, and the man spreads Stan's fat, plump ass cheeks, revealing the hole to the man.

"We don't need it, I'm sure a tough guy like you can handle it," Robert said. He then proceeded to push his dick inside Stan slowly and was surprised when it fully went in without resistance. "A bit of a slut are we?"

"No! I'm not a slut, I just happen to have a good sex life!" Stan says as he tries to hold back a moan as Robert starts pumping his big dick into Stan.

"Your hole says otherwise," Robert grabbed onto both of Stan's hips and started thrusting inside his rectum. The man moaned and rolled his eyes back as Stan's insides were pleasuring his dick.

Not being able to hold himself back anymore from all the pleasure flowing through him despite Robert being a bit rough, Stan moans out in pleasure and starts to thrust his ass back in sync with Robert's thrusts into his ass. "Oh god it feels so good! Please go harder, cum inside me and make me yours!" Stan says.

"Ha, slut I guess someone like you was born for this," Robert teased. He heard rumors about a man with a plump ass who's secretly a slut. Looks like Stan was the source of these rumors.

Being called a slut again sent Stan over the edge, while he didn't like being called that, he always got hard whenever someone did. "Please I'm so close, please make me cum!"

Robert smirked and rammed into Stan faster hitting his prostate in the process causing him to moan louder. As time went by both men were sweating, breathing heavily as the man started leaking precum into Stan's rectum. "God...I'm close...hear it comes slut!" Robert yelled out slamming into Stan one last time before he filled Stan's entire rectum with his fluids as some of it leaked out of Stan's anus.

"OH YES, OH GOD YES, FILL ME UP GOOD!" Stan yells out as he cums as he feels Robert's cum fill his hole. Both men are panting hard and are exhausted from the crazy experience they just had. Robert pulls out of Stan's ass and sees his own cum shoot out a bit from the well used hole, somewhat feeling proud of himself.

Robert pulled Stan out of the wall and carried him towards a nearby motel and tossed him inside an empty room. "I could continue using but I got places to be. Hope someone is gonna pick you up before someone else uses you slut," He said, teasing shutting the door behind himself.

Stan having been fucked senseless, is on the floor of the room, cum leaking out of his ass and a bruised up face, slowly closing his eyes as the tiredness of this event finally taking its toll.

As soon as Stan fell asleep a masked hooded figure opened the door and picked Stan up, taking him to the van outside where Brett was waiting. "Droop him off at his hotel and make sure that his pants and underwear are one to hide what happened to him," The figure ordered as Brett drove off.

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"You've been complaining about my work for hours now, I think it's time that I make you suffer for not giving me enough details earlier," Jesus said with an annoyed tone.

Stan smirks and crosses his arms, calling his bluff, "oh yeah, I'd like to see you try"

Jesus manipulated the plant with one hand and the vines pulled Stan's limbs in different directions causing him pain. "Am I?" He asked, showing that he was serious.

Stan gasps and grunts in pain, feeling the vines wrap around his arms and legs, frantically trying to escape. "Ow! What is this?! Unhand me this instant!"

"This is what happens when you don't appreciate the efforts others do for scumbags like you. Give me one reason why I should feed you to the plants?" Jesus asked as venus fly traps emerge from the ground looking hungry.

Stan clearly sees the danger he's in, frantically tugging at the vines and feeling himself become more vulnerable. "Okay, sir, I know you're upset. But you gotta let me go! I deserve a second chance, don't I?" He gives the gardener a pleading, innocent look.

"Are you gonna pay me more for making me suffer through the details that you never told me?" Jesus asked, tightening the vines around Stan's arms and legs.

Stan lets out a whimper of nervousness. He had wanted to get out of the situation, but he stood his ground. "Why should I? Shouldn't a gardener like you know things from the start?" Stan grunts out, feeling a vibe wrap around his neck as he tries to stop it from tightening.

"Because we don't want to see people unhappy or get rid of stuff they like but for people like you we're willing to kill just to not feel this rage, it's the only way we can blow off steam," Jesus informed as vines gripped Stan's stomach.

Stan struggles to wiggle free, his body wiggles a bit as the vines find their way through Stan's shirt and grip him tighter. "You got to understand, if you kill me, you're dead!" Stan was determined to be let go as he tried to keep up his tough demeanor.

"So what should I do? I gotta unleash this stress somehow that involves you not forgetting this lesson," Jesus said something similar to what his captures told Stan when he was their prisoner.

Stan bites his lip, remembering what he had to do, but wondering if the same tactic would work for the gardener. "Well...what if there is?"

"What do you mean?" Jesus asked, raising a brow now curious about what Stan said.

"What if I can pay you...in other ways? You know, take all the stress right out of you?"

Stan tries not to make eye contact, biting his lip and spreading his thighs into a better position for the gardener to view.

"You mean... fuck you? Are you secretly a slut?" Jesus was a bit surprised as he looked at Stan's body. "Are you thicc? I prefer big asses,”

Stan smirked proudly, knowing his plan was working and gave his hips a little shake. "How about you flip me over and see what you're working with?" Knowing that the gardener would be pleasantly surprised.

Jesus formed a soft grass bed underneath Stan and had the vines flip him upside down with his ass in the air and Stan looking at the man's crotch. 

Jesus used the vines and tightened Stan's pants and saw that his ass was plump going past his expectations. "Well now looks like I hit the jackpot today," He said immediately, getting a huge boner that covered Stan's face.

Stan's eyes crossed a bit at the sight of the huge boner in front of him, biting his lip in anticipation and nerves, it's been a while since he had something so large and girthy. The gardener takes his time appreciating Stan's plump ass, the best he's seen in his career.

Jesus then takes his dick out his pants and pulls Stan's pants down to where his bara ass was exposed. He saw that Stan's hole was pretty big and stretched out showing that he's done this before. Jesus immediately started eating Stan out without warning seeing how deep his tongue will go.

Stan lets out a grunt that turns into a moan, panting softly as the man pushes his tongue deeper and deeper into his hole. The gardener knew exactly how to pleasure a big ass like Stan's.

Jesus shoved his dick into Stan's mouth expecting him to get it ready. The man occasionally fingers Stan's before rimming his rectum again to see if Stan would open up more.

Stan uses his mouth to unbutton and unzip the man's pants, Stan easily sliding the dick on his tongue, the man instinctively thrusts. He feels Stan loosen up his hole, throbbing in anticipation to finally get what they both want.

Jesus decided to tease Stan by pushing two fingers down his rectum and repeatedly by pushing it in and out as if his dick was inside Stan.

Stan moans and whines with his lips around the man's dick, the way Stan's hole loosens up more gives the man a hint that Stan is needy and wants to be fucked now.

Jesus pulls his dick out of Stan's mouth and uses the vines to reposition him. Stan was now lying on the flower bed with his arms tied behind his back, ass in the air, and legs spread by the vines. Jesus slowly pushed his huge dick inside Stan's hole causing him to moan and stopped once it was full deep inside the man's rectum almost touching the bottom of his stomach.

Stan's eyes went wide, feeling the noticeable bump just below his stomach, he completely underestimated how big the man was. Regardless, the gardener was extremely impressed at how easy it was for Stan to take him whole, realizing Stan was sluttier than he thought.

The man grabbed onto Stan's hip and started thrusting slowly getting a feel to Stan's walls before he picked up the pace a bit. "Wow... you are a slut... you must have been like this all your life... does she know?" Jesus asked as he continued moving, rubbing his dick against Stan's walls.

Stan grips the ground underneath, panting and gasping with each thrust. Stan was needy to even answer the question, wrapping his leg around the gardener and pushing him in deeper. "Just....shut up...and...fuck me!"

Jesus shrugged and thrusted faster as his dick was now poking the bottom of Stan's stomach. "Yeah, you like that....don't you?...want me to get you pregnant? " He asked while moaning.

Stan biting his lip hard, moaning and whimpering, nodding frantically. "Fuck...yes! Fill...me...up!" His ass wobbled with each thrust, driving the man to pin him down and thrust faster.

Jesus continues thrusting deeper, gripping Stan's hips tightly and closing his eyes shut when he starts leaking precum. "Good you feel so good... almost like this is what you were born for," He commented.

Stan could help but smile, remembering all the other times men would tell him the same thing. "Thanks...I get that a lot." Letting out a yelp as the man swats his ass a few times.

As more time passes the gardener slowly starts ramming inside Stan leaking more precum sweating as his musk fills the atmosphere. "God I'm close...I'm gonna make a baby in you...You better appreciate what I'm about to give you," He grunted gripping Stan tightly.

Stan grips the ground as much as he could, Jesus pounding him harder and faster. Stan instinctively clenches around the gardener's dick, hoping he doesn't pull out before he cums. "Oh...god! Give it to me!...please!" Stan feels the dick bulge inside him, ready to fill him up.

Jesus slammed inside Stan one last time cumming inside him letting out a loud moan. Jesus fluids filled up Stan's stomach up to where Stan was full of it. The man laid on Stan's back still inside the man still filling him up.

Stan could feel the cum causing his stomach to swell up, he never had a man cum so much instead before. He was starting to worry that he was going to get pregnant, but he brushed the idea off and enjoyed the moment.

"You, know...you're pretty handsome for a slut...but I'm impressed that you took a load from a super human," Jesus complimented. "I know I shouldn't tell anyone this but... I'm basically hand made instead of being born naturally," he said as he felt his dick stopped filling Stan up.

Stan's eyes went wide, that explained why his load was so big, no other guy would fill him that much. "You...what?!" He staggered back and pushed the man off him, cum started to leak out of his hole.

"Yeah, the reason why I can control plants is because some scientists made me... and a few others," Jesus explained, examining his progress. "But I ran... and possibly left the others...,"

Stan tried to process everything he was told, not realizing what the gardener might have put inside. He would have known about the scientists from the CIA but nothing. "But...how?"

"I fought back, fell into the ocean, and nothing. The rest is a mystery and don't worry I can't get you pregnant since I'm a version 4 creation," Jesus said. "Hope you don't mind me asking if I can do this again one day,"

Stan was completely speechless, not even being able to register what he was told. The way the man asked him to do what they did again was...oddly calming, he felt his face warm up a bit, clearly blushing. "Oh...i uh....sure."

"Thanks, hopefully someone can save the others so they can experience something like this," Jesus then used the vines to position Stan to have his ass in the air again and took a selfie with it before letting Stan go free and exchanged numbers with him. Jesus finished the garden in the backyard and left after finishing his work.

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Today was an important day for Stan, he was leaving for rehab to face his demons and change himself for the better. As he sat in his office space getting ready to go home. He thinks about all that's happened these past few months. He told Bullock and asked if it was okay to take time off and Bullock surprisingly agreed with Stan and that he should take some time to himself.

A hand was gently placed on his shoulder and he looked back to see Dick, Jackson, and Hooper there. “Hey Stan we heard from Bullock that you're leaving for a few years for rehab,” Jackson said.

“That's right, I decided to go out of town to a rehab center. I know I could have just gone here but I need some time to myself so that's why I decided to leave town,” Stan informed.

“Did something happen to make you go?” Dick asked, a bit concerned.

“Yes but that's a secret for me to keep to myself,” Stan replied.

“Well we came to wish you luck on your road to recovery before we leave work today. We planned to get you a gift but Dick messed up the delivery fee,” Hooper informed.

“I forgot I was bad with computers,” Dick said, a bit embarrassed.

“It's no problem guys, you didn't need to do that for me. Listen how about we each give Dick a wedgie as a farewell thing besides after this I'm gonna start a new chapter,” Stan said.

“As much as I hate that idea I'm willing to not complain and just let it happen just for you Stan,” Dick said.

"As long as you're okay with it Dick, we can let Stan go last as a last goodbye gift." Jackson said.

"Yeah I agree, I mean this will be the last time all of us will be together for a long time, might as well make the most of it." Hooper said.

Dick turns around so the others can and expose his waistband so the others can deliver one last wedgie for a while.

Jackson wnt first, a tight grip in the waistband of Dicks underwear, he pulled it up as hard as he could, almost lifting Dick in the air. Jackson tries to pull the underwear as high and hard as he can before finally letting go.

Hooper went next and grabbed the now loose underwear and pulled it high trying to match the same force as Jackson did.

Stan smiles remembering the times he and his friends would do stuff like this to Dick occasionally but nothing too violent since it was meant to be a joke.

Finally, Hooper lets go of the underwear and steps back as it was now Stan's turn.

Stan then walks up behind Dick. He looks at the loose underwear and Dick’s ass, he begins reminiscing about all the pranks, missions, and sexual activities he's done with his friends, he slightly gropes Dick ass cheeks and rubs them together.

Dick slightly surprised by the new feeling, looks behind him and sees Stan rubbing his ass before he suddenly feels Stan quickly grabbing his underwear and pulling it up as hardest as he has ever done, to the point that Stan is lifting him off the ground.

Stan, feeling his arms getting tired from all the pulling, decides to end this wedgie by putting the underwear over Dicks head before putting him down, then smacks his now red cheeks as he finishes.

"Thanks guys, I'll see you in a few years. After I'll get better let's get a drink and Dick you're the thicc agent for now," Stan said, passing the torch to Dick. "Looks like it's closing time, anything else you all wanna say before I go?”

"We wish you the best of luck Stan and if you ever need anything you can always talk to us about anything, we'll miss you and those thicc cheeks of yours." Dick said.

"Hey, you'll see me in a few years for now you'll have to be the thicc agent from now on and you two go easy Dick he's gonna bail you guys out with this ass," Stan said, giving Dick a good smack.

"Haha yeah of course we will, just try to calk every once in a while." Hooper said
"Yeah and we'll be here when you get back, bud," Jackson said.

The three shared a group hug smiling before Stan walked away. After work Stan looked at them one last time and drove off headed to Brett's apartment to say goodbye to him.

After a good while of driving in silence and thinking about what will happen to him and his life in the future. Stan reaches Brett's house and walks up and knocks on the door.

Brett opens the door and lets Stan in knowing why he's visiting. "So today's the day you're leaving?" He asked as they both sat on the couch.

"Yup, it's time I get my life together, I came to say goodbye." Stan said while Brett looked sad at the surprise.

"Good for you, it's gonna be rough fighting your demons. But it will be worth it and hopefully you won't be fucked as much anymore," Brett joked.

"Haha yeah, hopefully I'll be better when I come back, I don't know when I'll be back but when I do, let's go out as friends again." Stan said.

"I'm looking forward to that. I still haven't forgiven you but when you do come back we'll see where we end up," Brett said. "Have you visit your other friend grave in a while?”

"Yeah, I plan to go visit him right before I leave, I can't go without saying goodbye to him first." Stan said as he got up to leave.

"Alright, and make sure your family knows you're leaving as well before you go," Brett said. "It's funny just yesterday I lost my family and thought it was for the best that I'd stay single after being demonic. I wonder what should I do now,”

"Maybe you should try dating again, you could benefit from having a lucky guy or girl to help you through your problems." Stan advised.

I could but I don't think it will happen. Everyone still thinks I'm dead and worship the devil. It's hard to find a new name for myself after all of that," Brett said.

"Well it's up to you but I think you are able to find love again. If anything If you don't, you can always use anytime," Stan said, a slight blush forming.

"Trust me I will," Brett said hugging Stan goodbye.

Stan drives off to go and say goodbye to his family and neighbors before finally driving off to the cemetery. Where his closest friend is buried to say his final goodbye, and leave Langley Falls for a long time.

Stan pulls up to the the cemetery and shuts the car off, with a deep breath he makes his way in and after a few minutes walking, he comes up on a tombstone he's quite familiar with.

John Sanders, the first best friend he ever had, the man who taught him how to relax, and the one who was always there for Stan.

He sits down next to his tombstone and puts a small bouquet of flowers he bought along the way here. "Hey John, it's been a while since I last saw you huh? I just wanted to see you one more time before I leave for a while. I don't really know when I'll be back but I'm going to figure out my life and get the help I need. I hope you'll be watching over me on my new chapter in life. I know if you were here now, you would be all over me, telling me how proud you are of me for doing this,"

Stan takes a quick breather before speaking again, in a much more soft tone and his eyes slightly watering as he begins to speak again.

"It'll be a long time until I get to see you again, old friend, but when I come back, you'll be the first one I'll come visit, I promise," Stan said as he begins to sob as he gets up, getting ready to leave.

He dusts himself off and proudly salutes to the tombstone, with a final look to the tomb. "Thanks for everything buddy." He begins walking back to his car, when he arrives, the sun is starting to go down. "Well, better get a move on before it gets any later I suppose," He said as he looks at the sunset, with a hopeful and glad look on his face, ready to take on this new chapter in his life, while he might be alone on this, he knows everyone of his friends and family will be cheering and rooting for him.

"Alright, time to make a change." Stan says before turning on the car and driving off away from Langley Falls, to a better tomorrow.