Jensen Ackles is in need of a willing hole...

 
I stood there, breathless, my eyes locked on the masterpiece in front of me. Jensen stood there, his muscular frame radiating heat. But my gaze was anchored lower, fixed on the heavy, thick cock that hung proud and pulsing between his thighs. It was massive, a vein-riven pillar of heat, and right at the tip, the silver glint of a Prince Albert piercing caught the light. The sight of that metal piercing the sensitive head of his dick made my mouth water instantly.
“You've been staring for a while,” Jensen chuckled, his voice low. “You want it, don't you? You want to taste me.”
I couldn't even speak, I just nodded frantically, dropping to my knees before him. Up close, the scent of him, musk, expensive cologne, and raw masculinity, hit me like a wave. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I wrapped them around the base of his shaft. He was thick, filling my palm completely, the skin hot and smooth.
“Go on then. Get to work,” he commanded, his hand coming down to grip the back of my neck, forcing my face closer to his cock.

I leaned in and flicked my tongue across the head, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. When my tongue brushed against the cool, hard metal of the Prince Albert, a shiver of electricity shot through my spine. I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over him, taking as much of the girth as I could manage. The sensation was incredible. As I sucked, the cold piercing scraped rhythmically against the roof of my mouth and the sides of my tongue, adding a sharp, metallic contrast to the soft, fleshy warmth of his cock. I moaned around him, my cheeks bulging, desperate to swallow every inch.
“That's it, you little slut,” Jensen groaned, his hips beginning to thrust slowly into my mouth. “You love how I taste, don't you?”

I looked up at him, my eyes glazed with lust, as he picked up the pace. The Prince Albert felt like a delicious intrusion, a hard point of pressure that made my throat tighten. I worked him tirelessly, swirling my tongue around the piercing, savoring the way he tasted and the way he sounded. Then he pulled his dick out with a wet pop. “Get on your stomach. Now.” He ordered.
I scrambled to obey, pressing my chest against the sheets, my ass hiked high in the air. I felt him move behind me, the heat of his body pressing against my back. He didn't use much lube; he didn't need to, I had already opened myself.
“I'm going to stretch you wide open.”
He lined himself up and pushed. The initial entry was a shock, the sheer thickness of him forcing my walls to expand. I let out a strangled cry as he slid deep, the Prince Albert piercing scraping against the sensitive ring of my entrance before sliding inside. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. As he pushed further, the metal stud acted like a plow, stimulating every nerve ending on the way in. I felt my insides stretching, the pressure building as he filled me completely, leaving no room for anything but him. I felt utterly conquered, stretched to my absolute limit by his massive girth.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jensen growled, beginning to drive into me with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. “You're taking every inch of this big cock so nice.”
Every time he slammed home, the Prince Albert hit my prostate with pinpoint precision. It was an explosion of pleasure that blurred my vision. The metal sparked a fire inside me, a sharp, intense friction that made my toes curl and my breath come in ragged gasps. I was sobbing, my voice breaking as I begged for more.
“Yes! Right there! Please, Jensen!”
“I've got you,” he groaned, his pace becoming frantic. He gripped my hips as he hammered into me. The feeling of him opening me up, the relentless stretching and the rhythmic strike of the piercing against my prostate, pushed me over the edge.

As Jensen let out a roar, his body tensing for the finale, he gave one final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The Prince Albert slammed directly into my prostate one last time just as he erupted. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum flooding my insides, the pressure of his orgasm pulsing against my walls.
The intensity was too much. Without even being touched, the sheer force of his climax and the stimulation of the piercing sent me skyrocketing. I screamed into the pillow, my own cock twitching violently as I came in a massive, uncontrolled burst, my body shaking with the force of a peak I'd never reached before.
I collapsed into the mattress, completely spent, feeling the heavy weight of him still inside me, the cool metal of the piercing still resting deep against my prostate. I was full, stretched, and utterly ruined in the best way possible.