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He runs a multi-million dollar business, and after a long day of work, it’s nice to come home and unwind. It’s stressful working at a job where everyone listens to him and his decisions are required for so much. At home, he makes no decisions. His house husband, and his husband’s perfect cock, do all the thinking for him. All he has to think about is cock and worship
When someone reaches out to grab your dangling 🥜, you better hope that they’re someone who loves you.
Otherwise, the very core of your masculinity is about to fall into your enemy’s hands and they could snuff out your male flame effortlessly.
Keep your 🥜 safe out there men!
3 sexy men who want to play with you? One of your dreams became true, you rush to their vacation house in the middle of nowhere without a second thought. So you became their training toy, aggressively wrestling you, your bones and joints last a few rounds before giving in. They put back in place what they could and tied you in the field, then practice penalty on your balls. Your soft balls didn’t stand a chance. Then they use you as they target to train aiming with all sorts of stuffs, balls, weights, for too long to tell.
Nate looked back at me with that sly smile, knowing I wouldn’t be able to contain myself when I saw that ass if his. I cursed, staring at his tall, pale, muscular body as it invited me for a look, and likely for a taste. I scoffed, taking him up on his offer and walked into the water to meet him for a kiss.
“Feeling a little confident, eh Nate?” I said as I kissed him, grabbing his ass and kneading them like dough as he moaned into my mouth. I felt his nipples get harder as we waded together a bit deeper, still locked in arms. “You know, I figured you use me so much that you should take it whenever you want. I didn’t like to get fucked so much as first, but you won. I need your dick in me. Feels empty without it. You can fuck me right here and now if you want, I won’t say no or complain, I just need it. Please.” He finished, practically whining for a taste as he got down on his knees in the water and pulled down my speedo to reveal my rapidly hardening dick. He let it smack him in the chin as he nuzzled up next to it and let it lay on his face as he looked up at me awaiting permission. I nodded as he slowly started to blow me.
When Nate first started at my office, I was smitten by him physically. The man was tall, bro-ey, talkative. He wasn’t into guys, but was always curious about gay sex and I was happy to share the graphic details of my very active sexcapades in which he was happily envious of all the tail that I was getting. He was always striking out with the ladies for some reason. “So, do guys normally like one role or another?” He asked me one day at while it was just us two on a business trip. We were drinking at our hotel bar. I told him most dudes do both but I tend to like to stick my dick in holes so much that I mainly top. “No complains from anyone, quite the opposite actually,” I chuckled. Nate looked pensive as we headed back up for the night, splitting a room for the work week.
That night I woke up to Nate slobbering on my dick (I slept mostly naked, which he was cool with), with a heavy smell of liquor from his breath as he choked on my dick. I groaned in pleasure and surprise and let him work his magic, mentally noting to ask questions later. Long story short just in case I snapped a photo of him mid blowjob as evidenced in case anyone says I came onto him. I blew my load in his mouth and fucked him that night for the first time. His first time with a guy.
I was hooked. He was too, but not to the same intensity I was at. I wanted his mouth or ass constantly and he couldn’t keep up. At the office, on the weekends, away on trips. He would hem and haw but always end up caving in. One particularly rough weekend I ended up keeping him naked the whole time because I kept jumping on him when he walked into the room. He was hobbling at the office on Monday and said it was a biking accident. “Must have been a rough ride,” I said out loud to our colleagues and we all chuckled, me the most as Nate rolled his eyes at me. The poor guy looked downright worried that the office would catch on, and with his worsened soreness I told myself to give him some space until he felt better.
Now we’re on a beach, him texting me on Friday if I wanted to meet up to relax together. “I can’t stand the thought of having someone else inside me. When I think of sex, it’s you I get off to, of you using me to get off yourself. Feels dirty but I like it like that. Don’t worry, you can fuck anyone you want but I wanted to you know so long as you use me I won’t be seeing anyone else. Don’t need anyone else.” He has told me just a minute before walking out on this secluded beach and taking off his swimming speedo.
And now, here I am looking down at his handsome bearded face as it quivers from my girth, his lips reaching the root of my dick as he gags and hums with all of me down his throat. “With a declaration like you just made and those two holes you got, I won’t need anyone else either,” I smiled back at him as he gagged a bit in surprise. He held me in his mouth tho, as he put his hands down behind his back and let me grab the back of his head and pace him back and forth on my dick until I felt my load come forward. I grunted and pulled my dick out as I shot all over his face and beard. Some streaks hitting across his meaty pecs as well. “Fuck yeah, mark me as your property,” he muttered as I breathed heavily, recovering from my orgasm as softly nursed on my cock to clean it off. I leaned down to kiss him as I went to clean my cum of him. “Leave it,” he said, stopping me. “I want to feel it on me for a bit before I get you hard again so you can coat me with another load.” Fuck, he’s gonna drive me crazy, I thought to myself as we dashed back to our spot on the sand.
“Dad, that hat is too small… Just cause it’s western night doesn’t mean you need to go in costume.” I chided my old man as he sat shirtless at the table in my condo. Dad was visiting me and since I’d come out to him, he’d been nothing but supportive. But, he’d surprised me when he suggested we go out to some gay bars.
He’d had never made that suggestion if Mom was here too, but she had to work. As head counsel for a large, multi-billion-dollar, international corporation, she had a demanding schedule and wasn’t able to make the trip this time. I loved her, but I was ok with that. She wasn’t as adventurous as Dad and I idolized the man. Dad was a phys ed teacher and head football coach at Central High, where I became a star wide receiver. He wasn’t a typical dumb jock, he’d graduated college with a finance degree but his calling was working with and molding young folks.
All of the girls in my grade always went on about how cool it was that my dad was hot, some of them even threw themselves at him. Secretly, I agreed, I lusted after the man for years. It didn’t hurt that his chosen career path gave him plenty of time to keep his body in tip top shape, and he tended to dress to accentuate that. Mom loved her job and loved that Dad loved his job, he didn’t seem to mind that she was the primary breadwinner.
Now, I was 23, freshly graduated with my own degree in finance and having been a 3 year starter at wide receiver for State. I stayed in the closet for my time in school, only coming out to my family and very close, trusted friends until after graduation.
“Fine, fine, you’re no fun, Jake.” Dad laughed as he tossed the too-small cowboy hat down. Dad was always a fun loving affable guy, it was impossible not to be charmed by the man.
“You should probably get dressed, we’re meeting the guys in 30 minutes.” I suggested. Dad’s bearded face was plastered with a smile once more.
“Can’t wait to meet your crew. You gotta have a good social circle.” Dad was always talking about how balance in life is important. Meanwhile, I was fixated on how sexy the gray in his beard on his chin was. The older man hauled himself up and dug through his bag to find a flannel shirt to go with his form fitting jeans, holding it up to me for approval. “Does this pass the snuff test?” He asked, leaning into how I vetoed his small cowboy hat.
“If you iron it first, yes.” I laughed back. Dad did a double take on his rumpled up flannel and joined me in laughter.
“Aye aye!” He saluted me, in jest to how I would sarcastically salute and act when I was in my rebellious teenage years and I thought he was acting like a drill sergeant around the house.
I watched Dad walk into my bedroom to fetch the iron. His 6’1 frame was packed with well-earned middle aged muscle. His big chest had dark fur that thickened towards the valley between his pecs and traveled down his solid, still-lightly-defines midsection before diving below the belted waist of his jeans. He’d always had a great bulge, but for outgoing and free with his body he was, I’d never really seen him totally naked.
Dad looked great as we left for the bar, as usually his outfit hugged him in all the right places. The 42 year old was looking like the stud he was. It was only a few block walk to the bar, my friends were already inside. We didn’t normally go to western night, but Dad thought it would be fun and I didn’t need to twist my friends’ arms to go out.
“Mr. Harbor! Great to meet you!” My best friend in the city, Ben hollered excitedly as he met Dad.
They shook hands and Dad brought him in for a bro hug. The rest of my friends followed suit, most of them thought I was lucky to have such a cool dad, and I agreed.
Dad bought everyone a round of drinks and we formed a tight circle, talking and everyone getting to know Dad better. My friends were rapt with my old man, he had that affect on people. He was engaging and genuine, he really did care about getting to know my friends - he always had.
“You must really hit the weights, Mr. H.” Pete said, slinging his arm around Dad’s big shoulders, feeling his biceps. We had moved on to more drinks and clearly Pete was feeling frisky. I blushed at his obvious come on but Dad took it in stride.
“Perks of the job. That and getting to see Jakey-boy here grow up.” Dad beamed with pride. “And like I said before, call me Phil.
Over the course of the night most of my friends got touchy-feely with Dad. I was used to people fawning over him, they couldn’t help themselves. It was closing in on 1am, the bar hadn’t settled down, but my group of friends hadn’t been there for the crowd. We decided to call it a night and regroup the next morning for brunch.
“I really like the guys.” Dad said as we strolled home, both more drunk than we wanted to let on.
“They’re great. Sorry they kept pawing at you.” I normally wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor had me feeling loose.
“I’m used to it. Hell, I like the attention.” Dad said, not in a cocky way, but in his Phil Harbor way of letting me know it wasn’t a big deal. “I have half a mind to take a go at Pete.” Dad surprised me so much I stopped walking.
“What?” I croaked out. Dad had never indicated that he’d had any attraction to guys. Plus, he was married to Mom.
“He’s got a great wrestler build, bet he’s great in the sack.” Dad stopped, looking at me with a drunken, wicked grin.
“What the fuck?” I said more strongly than before as we stood on a deserted city block.
“Jake, when you came out to me and I told you that ‘I understand’, I meant it. I’m bi, I thought you got that.” Dad explained, thinking I’d picked up something so subtle during such an emotional moment.
“I did not get that.” I replied, emotions welling up, anger, confusion, jealousy.
“Yeah, well, it’s true.” He said with almost a shrug.
“But… Mom?”
“She knows.” He said motioning for me to come to him. “I told her when we started dating. She’s got a strong sex drive too, if you must know.” He continued as I approached him. “Let’s get back to your place and talk.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, my thoughts racing, my head spinning. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from my makeshift bar and poured us each a few fingers. We sat down and he explained how Mom wanted to try swinging early on in their marriage. They both liked it but craved something different, eventually they landed on open marriage with some ground rules.
“Basically, we put each other first. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. We are each other’s partner in everything we do, there are just some things that we can’t do for the other sexually.” Dad explained. “I know this is a lot to take in.” He read my vacant, shocked expression. I’d get Dad to explain more later, but for now my thoughts stuck on one topic. “You ok, Jake?”
“Pete?” I asked without thinking. Dad laughed and brought me into a hug.
“He’s cute! You don’t think so?”
“I guess I don’t think about him like that.”
“I won’t do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to do something that would jeapardize our relationship.” Dad reassured me. I felt better, but I couldn’t help checking him out. His flannel was half unbuttoned and I boned up in my tight fitting jeans. “Looks like you’re uncomfortable for other reasons too.” Dad verbally jabbed playfully, staring at my bulge. “A little jealous of Pete?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow before finishing his drink.
I silently nodded before croaking out a “Yes.”. Dad had seen right threw me. I would have spiraled right away if it wasn’t forhow he handled it.
“Hot for you dad, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Dad joked, holding his arm out and flexing. The flannel shirt bulged with his motions. He noticed my expression was still serious and embarrassed. “Look, Jake, I get it. Just like before, I get it.” Dad’s tone became less playful. “I had thing for my old man too. But… you knew Grandpa, he was… he was a tough guy who didn’t let people in. I would have given anything to be able to talk like this with him. I would have given anything to get to play around…” The drinks were taking their toll on Dad’s filter.
He looked at me hard. I could tell he was mulling something over in his head, his expression was pensive. My brain was overwhelmed with everything that I’d learned in the past hour. It was late, I was drunk, and I was having trouble focusing on one thought when Dad spoke up again.
“Jake… if you want to… I know I’d be into it.” Dad said softly as a devilish grin crept across his face.
“You mean… fuck around?” I asked, and Dad winked. “Let’s go!” I lept up from the couch and ran to my bedroom. I could hear Dad laughing as he padded behind me.
“Jake… You’re sure about this?” Dad asked standing in the door of my bedroom, seemingly having second thoughts.
“Most sure I’ve ever been. Plus, like you said, you still wish Grandpa would have done something with you.” I tried to bring him back, convince him again. Both our judgements were clouded by alcohol.
Dad’s smile returned and he quickly ripped off his flannel. His magnificent body that I lusted after for years was coming into view. Perfectly muscled and hairy. I tended to go for daddy types, but Dad was the ultimate. I tore off my clothes in a flash. I was an inch or two taller than Dad’s 6’1, but with a leaner albeit muscled frame. I’d packed on muscle to the tune of being 6’2 185lbs of lean ripped ex-college football muscle.
I was beginning to get some dark blond hair on my chest to match the treasure trail terminating above my navel which matched the wavy hair on my head. Dad beamed as he slid his jeans down, revealing that he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. The pouch bulged and strained to contain his growing cock.
“Glad to see you inherited the family goods, Son.” Dad said huskily, taking in my jock form and raging cock. I knew I was hung, over 8 inches, thick, and uncut. The older man pulled down his cock and his cock sprang free, rock hard. He had me beat in every way with his cut dad cock.
“Fuck…” I breathed, bringing a grin to Dad’s bearded face. I sat on the edge of the bed, Dad sidled up to me cock first.
“What do you want to do?” He breathed. In lieu of an answer, I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. “Jeezus!” He moaned as I slide my tongue along the underside of his huge cock. It was an incredible rush taking Dad into my mouth. Not only had I lusted after the man since I could remember, the taboo of it all added extra fire.
Dad stood there, allowing me to orally explore his massive member. I considered myself a good cocksucker, but Dad was bigger than any I’d serviced before. My mouth was quickly filled to capacity and his girth hindered my ability to relax my throat, I settled for using my tongue to map the portion of his cock that I could fit in my mouth before pulling off. I glanced up at the man who made me, he matched my gaze with a hungry passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my lips and tongue along the length of the underside of his rod until I met the place where his shaft met his balls.
I slid back and forth, the length of his cock before bathing his big, full nuts with my tongue. His bush was trimmed and his balls were shaved. I continued on, bathing his huge dad-cock with my tongue and lips before returning to sucking what I could fit in my mouth. My hands traveled up and down his built quads, hamstrings, and glutes, feeling their way over the warm flesh. In no time, I was tasting Dad’s precum, oozing onto my tongue, sweet nectar encouraging me to keep going.
Dad’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom as I worked. His big paws gently ran through my hair and down to my shoulders, encouraging me. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted more. I felt his huge cock throb in my mouth as precum continued to ooze. I didn’t want to pull off as his grunts slowly grew more needy. The rush of this all was clearly getting to Dad as well.
“Jakey… you want Dad’s load?” He growled. My cock throbbed between my legs, precum cascading down the length of my shaft as it ached. I gave my answer by gripping Dad’s muscle ass tighter, shoving what I could in my mouth, then brought a hand around to stroke the inches of shaft that I couldn’t swallow.
A glance upward and Dad’s head flung back as his body clenched and a tsunami of cum crashed into my mouth. Wave after wave fired out, choking me during my efforts to swallow it all. He gently rocked his hips through his orgasm, as I used my hand and mouth in tandem to milk every last drop of his load that I could. Dad’s body trembled through the aftershocks of the intense nut, and he let out a big sigh as he looked down at me.
“Jake, that was… amazing… just… wow.” He said softly, his cock still at attention, covered in cum and spittle.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, starting to jerk myself before Dad shooed my hand away.
“My turn.” His mischievous grin had returned.
“Dad you don’t have to-” He waved his hand to cut me off before sinking to his knees between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
He placed his strong hands on my quads, feeling the lean, strong, football conditioned muscle. His eyes zeroed in on my throbbing uncut jock cock, he licked his lips and leaned forward taking a few inches in his mouth. His tongue skillfully traced my shaft, dipping under my foreskin driving me wild. Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth before I was knocking at the back of his throat.
Dad serviced the portion of my cock he could fit in his mouth for a few minutes, learning my cock and what made it throb. He was clearly skilled, I wondered how many guys he’d sucked before. Then, without warning, he opened his throat and the rest of my oversized jock cock slid down his gullet. His hands ran up my thighs as I groaned, trying to hold back my load, but it was no use, I was too keyed up.
I came hard, a firehose of cum shooting directly down Dad’s undulating throat. His practiced throat milked my cock, turning my nuts inside out as I shot the biggest load of my life. Overwhelmed, I got light headed and for a second feared I would faint before focusing on Dad’s touch. I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been hours or it could have been seconds, but I’d never cum like that before.
I regained my senses as Dad was still tonguing my now-too-sensitive cock. He let it fall from his mouth when I shuddered and looked up at me from between my legs. It was a trip seeing this big muscled man, high school phys ed teacher, head football coach - my dad - crouched between my legs like that. It was enough to make me hard again if I hadn’t already just cum buckets down the man’s throat.
“Dad, that was -” Dad cut me off.
“Jake, I hope we didn’t cross a line.” Dad cut in, his doubts creeping back in as his sexual need was met and the alcohol started to fade.
“I loved it, Dad. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I flashed a winning smile back at him as he got to his feet.
“Whattaya say we call it a night. We can talk things through in the morning.” Dad suggested, having glanced at the clock seeing the late - or early - hour.
I agreed, I was drained both figuratively and literally. Exhaustion set in, it had been a long night even before the world changing information I learned and the reality altering orgasm from Dad’s oral service. The big furry man made his way out of the room. I hadn’t set up the spare bedroom yet, an extra bedroom set was out of my price range, but we’d inflated an air mattress in there for Dad earlier.
“Dad! Wait… do you want to… stay in here tonight?” I asked before he was out the door. He turned, giving a hard look while thinking it through before smiling.
“I’d like that, Son.” He said, ambling to the bed.
We didn’t talk after that. Dad cuddled up to me, the big spoon to my little. I felt secure and warm with his muscled arms wrapped around me, feeling his chest hair on my back. It didn’t take long for us to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and Dad was already out of bed. He’d made coffee and was reading the news on his iPad in the living room. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a cup and downed some water before plopping down on the couch next to him.
“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Dad said without taking his eyes from the article he was reading.
“Not at all.” I said, my mouth dry from the mild hangover.
“Jake, about last night -” Dad put down his tablet and gave me his attention. I tried to cut him off before he backtracked on what we’d done.
“Dad, it’s ok I-” In turn, he interrupted me.
“Jake, let me talk.” Dad said firmly. “If you’d let me finish, I think you’ll be happy to know that I really enjoyed last night. I have a feeling you did too, but I wanted to check in, I am your dad. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything and I don’t want anything to sour in our relationship.” A beat passed before I realized he was done speaking.
“I feel the same way with everything. Last night was better than I could have imagined… and I’ve imagined it a lot.” Dad was wearing a t-shirt that clung to his built upper body. His worn gym shorts left little to the imagination below. “But, I also don’t want to change anything between us… except for maybe more of last night.” I ventured.
“Bring it here, big guy.” Dad said, pulling me into a hug. I enjoyed his embrace, fatherly, comforting, arousing. I felt myself chub in the gym shorts I’d thrown on, I was shirtless. As we broke the hug, Dad paused, looking me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. His hand was on my neck, tracing down over my chest as our lips parted and our tongues danced. I groped the man through his shirt before we finally separated. “Think we have time before we meet up with the guys?” He asked hopefully, and my heart soared.
Next thing I knew, I was on my knees worshipping Dad’s massive cock. It was even bigger than I remembered it from the previous night. I licked up and down before sucking what I could. Dad pulled off his shirt, his fuzzy chest and stomach on full display. I pulled off his cock for a second.
“Dad… would you… fuck me?” I hoped that the question would bring new doubts for him, but I had to try. Dad looked surprised, he cocked an eyebrow before the ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly.
“I had you pegged for a top.” He said dryly.
“I am… usually. But for the right guy… and you… just, I - I need it.”
“No need to beg, Son. Jock tail is my favorite and you’ve got a perfect looking ass.” Dad growled. I was getting to see him in a new light, hungry, horny. He was talking to me like I was a hookup. I needed to know more about this side of him, but first I needed him to fuck me.
Minutes later we were back in bed, I was on all fours as Dad had an index finger knuckle deep in my hole. He was skillful in the way he prodded my hole, careful to not give me too much and mindful to make it pleasurable. He quickly found my prostate, eliciting loud moans from me as I hiked my ass back onto his finger before he added another.
“Ready?” Dad asked, his voice seemingly deeper than normal. I looked back and saw a serious expression on his face. He playfully swatted my ass. “Turn over, Champ.”
I flipped onto my back and Dad grabbed my legs, pulling them onto his big shoulders. His huge cock was already lubed. It glistened, looking more intimidating than before with prominent veins. When his cockhead kissed my hole we both shuddered.
“Goddamn you’re hot, Jake.” Dad growled. He pushed forward, breaching my hole with his thick dad-cock.
“Unnnnghhhh! Fuck!” I cried out as he sunk inches of his cock into me.
“Fucking tight jock hole, Son.” Dad cooed, gently fucking passed my ass’s resistance. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, it was like the first time all over again. Normally it was difficult for me to bottom as I didn’t do it much. But Dad was a skilled top and my sheer lust for him won out. The sharp discomfort fell away quickly as he eased into me and I opened up for him. “That’s it, Jakey, let me in.” Dad growled as his big, thick cut cock pushed in to the hilt.
We both moaned as Dad’s balls nuzzled into my taint. His hands roamed my body but his eyes never left mine. Dad started to pump in and out, taking his time, trying not to bust too early. My cock ached and throbbed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Dad’s body flexed with each thrust. His cock stretched my hole.
The taboo and our mutual lust kept us from really going at it, as we were on the edge the entire time. Dad’s bearded face contorted as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Each time his cock slid against my prostate I was closer.
“I can’t hold it, Jake.” Dad almost whispered as I felt his cock throb. I knew he was unloading in me, the cock that made me was filling me up with his batter. Dad’s furry muscle chest heaved as his grip tightened on my legs. He gave a few uneven, jolting thrusts as his orgasm rocked his body. I grunted and growled through the pleasure, sweat beading on his muscles until he quieted down and panted to catch his breath.
As Dad regained his senses, he saw I hadn’t cum yet, so he kept his deflating cock in me. He gently rocked it back and forth, while gripping and tugging my thick, uncut jock cock to explosion. My whole body clamped down and tensed as my nuts drew up and spewed thick ropes of molten semen. It splashed all over my bare upper body, coating my sweat damp skin with sticky seminal fluid.
Slowly, my spasming muscles relaxed and I came back to reality. My eyes focused on Dad, above me with a big goofy grin on his face. He rocked his cock back and forth one more time before sliding it out of my hole. His cock was deflating slowly, still mostly rigid and covered with lube and cum.
“That was amazing, Kiddo.” Dad said, patting my flank.
“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Then both our stomachs rumbled and we laughed.
“So, when’s brunch?” Dad asked casually, slipping back into normal dad mode. I didn’t respond right away, I was letting the post-coital scene sear into my memory. Dad was a stud, a big, furry, muscled, ex-jock football coach stud and we’d just fucked. I knew I’d remember it forever.
“Dad keep pumping. It’s starting to work,” I moaned while on all fours. My dad kept pumping his dick in my muscled ass. I felt the drugs he just injected into me starting to take effect. My body starting to burn from the obscene amount of testosterone he just injected into me. “Ugh dad keep going,” I cried. I pushed my hard ass back against my fathers pulsing dick. His thick cock spreading my already open hole. I grasped ahold of the carpet feeling my grip tighten as my hands began to grow numb followed by the pins and needles that came before the growth started. The roids always worked from the outside in, starting with my hands and feet and slowly creeping its way in. Up until this point we had never done this large of an injection, but I was tired of waiting. My dad was growing the perfect fuckboy. 100% muscle beast and slave to the man who created him. And I wanted to be his beast now before I went off to college. My forearms began to pulse and with every pulse they grew in size. My biceps and triceps growing to the size of bowling balls. I left one arm up and flexed for my dad. Feeling my bulging biceps tight underneath my skin. “Fuck dad their huge,” I said as I posed. My dad continued to fuck my ass in gusto. Enjoying the sight of his creation. “Boy your gonna be huge. Your gonna be a fucking monster at school. Imagine what everyone is gonna say when they see this giant of a freshman walk onto campus. Every fraternities gonna want you to be their brother. Every coach is gonna want this beast on their team. Your gonna be a god among men. But little do they all know your my fuck toy,“my dad said. He grabbed onto my growing thighs and squeezed. “Damn boy your not gonna be able to fit into normal clothes anymore. These fucking tree trunks. Good luck finding anything after this shit turns permanent.” His hands traveled up and down my thighs and then moved up to my solid ass. “Mmmmmmmm this ass is starting to grow too.” He smacked my growing cheeks with a loud SMACK. He grasped each cheek in his large manly hands and spread them apart to allow his cock deeper into me. God he was so thick, and with these treatments his dick only gets thick. I felt both of my cheeks begin to balloon outwards. I looked behind myself at my dad and the new basketball booty I had. Fuck it felt so good, and they were so big. I bet I could squat well over 400 now. Not only did the drugs grow my ass but seems as though it increased the size of my prostate too. God I was gonna cum already. “Daddy slow down your gonna make me Cum,” I groaned. I pushed my new bubblebutt deep into my Dads crotch. God i felt so full. My Dad leaned onto my back enjoying tightness. His hands explored my expanding body; His hands gripped my rounded deltoids, scrapped his fingers into my broad backside; and his hands ended at my hanging pectorals. His fingers pinched and pulled on my nipples, while I elicited moans of pleasure in repose. “Boy these tits are getting huge. I don’t think we’re gonna be able to fit these babies in your shirts either,” he whispered into my ear. The thought of outgrowing all my clothes pushed me even closer to orgasm. His hands moved further down my frontside and his hands grasped my dick and balls. My balls reaching the size of baseballs, and my dick at least 12 inches. One hand massaged my engorged dickhead and the other rubbing up and down the shaft. “Dad I’m gonna cum. Please stop.,” I moaned. He began to start thrusting again. I felt his own balls tight against my ass. God he was about to cum. “Dad keep going. I want your cum in me. Daddddddyyyyyyy,” I screamed. My own body betraying me and orgasming before my dad did. My dick shooting gallons of cum onto the floor. Soaking into the carpet. My dick unloading deep into my muscle ass, more than I ever thought I could carry. I continued to cum long after my dad finished. I looked underneath me, and my dick was continually oozing out cum. Long thick globs landing on the carpet. My mouth salivating, waiting for when I finally finished and I would be able to slurp up all that cum, and have that extra protein grow my muscle even larger.
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“Dad asked me to have a talk with you,” my absurdly hot, older brother Brett announced as he sat down across from me. A dashing smile was plastered upon his scruffy face, his blue eyes piercing through me. He was wearing a muscle shirt, his gorgeous, hairy body taunting me. “Dad thought you might feel more comfortable talking with me,” my brother continued. “You know, after what—uh—what happened yesterday.”
“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”
“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”
“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”
“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”
“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”
“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”
“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered.
“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.
“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck.
“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”
“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished.
“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”
“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true.
“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”
“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed.
“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”
His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up.
Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration.
“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.
“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.
“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”
It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.
“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”
“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”
I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.
“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”
I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths.
“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.
“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”
“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.
“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void.
With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet.
“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”
A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.
I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong.
“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”
“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Yup
The morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. I blinked awake, my body still heavy with the remnants of sleep, but something—someone—was already stirring beside me. The air smelled of warm skin and the faint musk of last night’s sweat, a scent that made my cock twitch beneath the thin fabric of my boxers. I turned my head slowly, my breath catching as I took in the sight of my brother-in-law, Marcus, propped up on one elbow, his broad chest bare, the sheets pooled low around his hips.
His dark eyes were locked onto me, heavy-lidded and smoldering, his full lips parted just enough to reveal the glint of his teeth as he bit down on the plump flesh of his lower lip. A low, rumbling groan vibrated in his throat, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. The way his gaze raked over me—lingering on the outline of my hardening cock, then flicking back up to meet my eyes—spoke volumes. He wanted me. Again. Just like last night. Just like every night since my sister had left for her business trip, leaving us alone in this too-big house with nothing but time and temptation between us.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “You’re gonna be late for work,” I murmured, my voice rough with sleep and something far more primal. It was a weak protest, and we both knew it. Marcus smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly confident way of his, the one that made my stomach flip and my cock ache.
“Then I’ll be late,” he rumbled, his voice a deep, velvety purr that wrapped around me like a physical touch. He shifted closer, the heat of his body radiating against my side, his bare thigh brushing against mine. “Unless you’re gonna stop me, little brother.”
The nickname sent a shiver down my spine. It was a tease, a reminder of the taboo that hung between us, thick and intoxicating. My sister’s husband. My brother-in-law. The man who was supposed to be off-limits, untouchable. And yet here he was, his hand sliding up my chest, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before dipping lower, teasing the waistband of my boxers. My breath hitched, my hips jerking involuntarily as his thumb grazed the head of my cock through the fabric.
“Fuck, Marcus,” I gasped, my hands flying to his wrists, not to push him away but to hold him there, to keep him from stopping. “We can’t—”
“We already did,” he cut in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he leaned in, his breath hot and damp. “And you loved it. Don’t lie to me, baby. I felt how hard you came last night. How you begged for it.”
A whimper escaped me, my body betraying me as my cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum into the fabric of my boxers. He wasn’t wrong. Last night had been… everything. The way he’d pinned me down, his strong hands gripping my hips as he’d fucked me slow and deep, his cock stretching me open in ways I hadn’t known I could take. The way he’d whispered filthy promises in my ear, his voice rough with lust as he’d told me how good I felt, how tight I was, how he couldn’t get enough of me.
And now he was doing it again—seducing me with words, with touches, with that damn smirk that made my brain short-circuit.
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point just hard enough to make me gasp. “Always so eager to spread those pretty legs for me. Even when you shouldn’t.”
I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, his fingers wrapping around my aching cock. “Marcus—fuck—”
“That’s it,” he growled, stroking me slowly, his grip just tight enough to make my toes curl. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want this.”
I couldn’t help it. A broken, needy sound tore from my throat as he pumped his fist along my length, his thumb swirling over the slick head of my cock. “Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking into his touch. “Please, I need—”
“You need me,” he finished for me, his voice dark with possession. “You need my cock inside you, stretching you open, fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him down for a kiss. His lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as if he owned it. And in that moment, he did. He owned every gasp, every moan, every desperate roll of my hips as I chased the friction of his hand.
Marcus groaned into the kiss, his free hand sliding down to grip my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he ground his own hardened cock against my thigh. “Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to nip at my bottom lip. “So soft. So willing.”
I whimpered, my body arching into his touch, my cock leaking steadily now, the pre-cum slicking his fingers as he stroked me. “Marcus, please—”
“Please what?” he teased, his lips trailing down my jaw, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of my throat. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I shuddered, my nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to pull him closer, tried to get him inside me. “I want you to fuck me,” I gasped, my voice raw with need. “I want your cock in my ass, now. I don’t care if you’re late. I don’t care about anything but you inside me.”
Marcus growled, the sound vibrating against my skin as he tore his hand from my cock, shoving my boxers down my thighs in one rough motion. “That’s my good boy,” he praised, his voice a dark purr as he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and yanking me up onto my knees. “Ass in the air, baby. Let me see that pretty hole.”
I obeyed without hesitation, my face burning as I presented myself to him, my ass exposed and vulnerable. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and heavy, as he leaned back just enough to admire the view. Then his hands were on me again, his fingers spreading my cheeks apart, his breath ghosting over my hole.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “So ready for me. So eager.”
I whimpered, my cock throbbing as I felt the wet heat of his tongue drag over my entrance. “Marcus—oh, god—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin as he lapped at me, his tongue swirling around my tight hole before pressing inside. “Just take it, baby. Let me get you nice and wet for me.”
I cried out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as his tongue fucked into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. The sensation was overwhelming—wet, filthy, perfect. I could feel myself relaxing, my muscles loosening as he worked me open, his tongue thrusting in and out in slow, deliberate strokes.
“That’s it,” he praised, pulling back just long enough to spit onto my hole before diving back in, his tongue spearing into me with renewed hunger. “Such a good boy, taking my tongue so well. You’re gonna take my cock even better, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I pushed back against his face, my body aching for more. “Please, Marcus, fuck—I need you inside me.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pulled away, his fingers replacing his tongue. “Greedy little slut,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval as he pressed two fingers into me, scissoring them open to stretch me. “Always so desperate for my cock.”
I moaned, my head dropping forward as I took his fingers, my body burning with need. “More,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, Marcus, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he cut in, his voice a low growl as he pulled his fingers free, the wet sound of my hole clenching around nothing making my face flush with embarrassment. But then his hands were on my hips again, his cock—thick and hard—pressing against my entrance, the head already slick with pre-cum.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle as he guided himself inside me. “Just breathe for me.”
I did as he said, my fingers tightening around the sheets as I felt the broad head of his cock push past the tight ring of muscle. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, a familiar one, and I moaned as he sank deeper, his cock filling me inch by inch until his hips were flush against my ass.
“Fuck,” Marcus groaned, his voice strained as he bottomed out inside me. “You feel incredible, baby. So tight. So perfect.”
I whimpered, my body trembling as I adjusted to the fullness of him, my cock leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath me. “Move,” I gasped, my voice raw. “Please, Marcus, I need you to—”
He didn’t let me finish. With a low, guttural groan, he pulled back, his cock dragging against my walls before slamming back in, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make me cry out. “Like that, baby?” he growled, his voice dark with lust as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of me with deep, relentless thrusts.
“Yes—fuck—yes!” I sobbed, my body rocking forward with every snap of his hips, my cock bouncing between my legs, the head dragging against the sheets. The friction was maddening, the pleasure coiling tight in my gut as he fucked me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.
“You love this, don’t you?” Marcus panted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me. “Love being my little slut, taking my cock like a good boy.”
“Yes—god, yes—” I gasped, my voice breaking as he hit that spot inside me, his cock dragging over my prostate with every thrust. “Harder—please, Marcus, harder—”
He groaned, his thrusts growing wilder, his cock slamming into me with enough force to make the bed creak beneath us. “You want it hard, baby?” he growled, his voice rough with effort. “You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”
“Yes—fuck—yes!” I sobbed, my body trembling as the pleasure built, my cock aching for release. “I’m gonna—Marcus, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice a dark snarl as he reached around, his hand wrapping around my cock, his grip tight as he stroked me in time with his thrusts. “You wait for me, baby. You come when I say you can.”
I whimpered, my body aching with the need to obey, my cock throbbing in his grip as he fucked me, his cock pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming, my vision blurring at the edges as I teetered on the brink, my body begging for release.
“Marcus—please—” I gasped, my voice breaking as I felt my orgasm coiling tight in my gut, my cock aching with the need to cum. “I can’t—I can’t hold back—”
“Then don’t,” he growled, his voice rough with lust as he slammed into me one last time, his cock burying itself deep inside me as he came with a guttural groan. “Cum for me, baby. Now.”
The command sent me over the edge, my body shattering as my orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing in his grip as I came, my cum spilling onto the sheets beneath me. Marcus groaned, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his release, his hips stuttering as he rode out his own orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies trembling in the aftermath, our breath mingling in the heavy air. Then Marcus pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body boneless and spent.
Marcus chuckled, his voice rough as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “We’re definitely gonna be late,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.
I groaned, my face burning as I buried it in the pillow. “Worth it,” I mumbled, my voice muffled.
He laughed, the sound warm and satisfied as he rolled onto his back beside me, his arm slung over my waist. “Damn right it is,” he agreed, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. “But next time, baby, we’re skipping work entirely.”
I shivered at the promise in his voice, my body aching already at the thought of more. Because there would be more. There always was.
So hot the way it jumps
He chuckled as my dick flexed for him. “Look at your little guy, he’s so excited to be unlocked for the day. Be careful though - you know that as soon as it spurts, the cage goes back on.”
He reached down and started tickling by balls through the fabric, causing my dick to strain all the more. I let out a groan of frustration. I could feel a two week load churning in my balls. I didn’t want to cum yet but I knew better than to close my legs or push his hand away. I tried so hard to stop it, but before long my eyes rolled back in my head and my dick jumped alarmingly as it started pumping cum in my briefs. He gripped my balls gently but firmly as he squeezed out all my juice.
“Awww, you made a mess in your whities,” he laughed. He gave my balls a final squeeze, causing another pulse of cum to leak out. “Too bad for you, I was gonna let you stroke it later. Oh well. Now go get your cage and let’s make sure you’re a good boy again for the next two weeks.”
You woke up to the warm kisses on your furry chin.
"Mmm..daddy.." Your boy said kissing your cheek, crawling up.
"Morning baby." You said returning the kiss to his forehead and lips.
"Mm..I want my daddy.." He said nuzzling your neck, feeling down your chest to your wood.
"Oh yeah? You want my cock babe?" You said squeezing his ass.
"Yes sir.." He smiled nibbling your neck.
You'd lower his sweats, feeling his plump warm ass, slapping it gently.
"Fuck, this my ass baby?" You said coarsely.
"Hell yeah daddy, its yours." He said cheerful.
"Good boy."
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"Relax baby, let daddy in." He said calmly in your ear.
"Fuck you're so big.." You whimpered as he pushed inside slowly.
"Yeah and it's all yours baby. This dick is all yours." He said, moving to the other side whispering.
"You feel good inside daddy." You whimpered more, trying to allow him inside, your arms and torso getting weaker, you'd began to try to lay flat.
"You feel even better wrapped around my shaft baby boy. Ah, ah ah-" He said pulling you back up to his chest, holding your neck.
"You're gonna stay here and take daddy's dick until you're adjusted to it." He said gently chuckling.
"Daddy.." You moaned.
There's times to be rough, and times to be gentle. Make sure you're the appropriate one when the time is right.
"Fuck these are great." He said squeezing your furry man tits.
"Babe, I'm trying to watch TV". You replied half annoyed.
"Do I look like I care? I'm touching what's mine." He said now squeezing a nip.
You whined at the pinch as your daddy squeezed your exposed nipple.
"Who do these belong too?" He said squeezing more firmly.
"Seriously, I'm trying to wa-" You were cutoff as he squeezed your throat.
"Stop fucking talking back and be a good little bitch for me. Before I smack the shit out of you." He said squeezing hard around you.
You nodded softly at the scowling face.
He released his grip and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.
"There. Better?" He said softly kissing your forehead.
"Mhm.." You softly whined resting your head on his shoulder.
When my master isn't home, I can't help but sniff his jockstraps, especially when I'm doing laundry. I always stumble across them, and the smell of his sweaty balls is so strong that I can't resist taking a quick sniff as I pass by and put them back. But I'm just a stupid top, and I always end up going back to sniff them again and again, and in the end, I spend the whole day with his dirty jockstraps on my face, losing my mind, unable to masturbate or move on because my dick is always locked away while he's gone. All of this is absolutely forbidden, of course, but when he comes home in the evening, I proudly wear his scent. I think he notices, but he's never reprimanded me yet. He's too happy to see me flaunting his pheromones in public so the other bottoms know I belong to him.
He built me endurant as fuck but when he tells me to lie down so he can suck me deep after two hours of intense pounding, it's a welcome rest before I go back behind him for endless hip thrusts. Master always makes me work hard to exhaust me and then establish his control over me.
Somebody's happy to see me. Probably because he knows he can dump his load in my mouth; no hesitation, no warning, and no fucks given, and that I'll willingly swallow it, offering no resistance.
That's three times this week he's unzipped and demanded I service him, not that I mind. I love swallowing for him and would service him daily if he wanted it.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” You screamedinto your gag cursing your stupidity at even thinking up the idea to run to your hardcore law abiding family for help. You were always the black sheep of the family. You were fit and strong but you weren’t anything compared to your father, uncle, and brother whose east going natures made them helpful where you was a bully and nothing but a career criminal compared to everyone else.
“You sure about this man? I know the little shit deserve this and all but if we get caught…”
“What the little shit keeps getting slaps on the wrists and I won’t have this little shit tarnishing our family name anymore!” Your father plopped his plump, sweaty bare ass down right on top of your face and kept on grunting.
You let out a disgusted moan getting an unwanted walk down memory lane of how your family use to force you into handicap wrestling matches which consisted of nothing but then torturing you with stinkface after stinkface and fart after fart whenever they found out about you bullying others with your former gang when you was younger. As they put it something to even the odds with your bullying and always destroyed your credibility until you forced your gang one by one to join you and forget what they had seen or the threat they earned from your family to suffer an even worse fate if they kept following you.
Pppbbbbbbtbtbbtbtb!
That rotten meat filled fart violently shook your body as it shot down your nose and scorched your nasal cavity. You let out a muffled shriek of horror realizing what your new life would be soon. “Ah! Been holding that in all day! You know the boys down at the station says I could use my gas like homemade mace!”
Your father lifted up his ass soon to be replaced by your stoic brother which was still fresh from the gym. When he hears you had returned home expecting for help. He had cancelled all his plans when he learned your dad had captured you. You were twins but the worst kind fraternal. Nothing throughout your life, you kept hearing praises about how much older your brother looked than you, how more handsome, rugged, charming, and smarter he was compared to your meathead self and how he looked nothing like you whatsoever which many counted lucky considering you lacked your family’s famous looks.
Hell the school boys use to run to your brother in hopes of disciplining you whenever you bullied them too hard or went to far. Every time you would be humiliated in front of whoever you bullied and forced to kiss his ass until your victim felt satisfied. Hell Mr.Bigshot Lawyer still kept up this cruel punishment with you now. One time stopping you from mugging some local chump who gotten too drunk one night at the bar you both hung out at or stopping some sap who you had conned into nearly giving away all of their lifesaving to you. The only thing that stopped it from making it to the news paper was your uncle protesting in your favor.
Sssssssssssssssss! The hisser that went up your noise sounded like an air balloon and your eyes instantly started to tear up. It smelt of rotten strawberries and bananas thanks to all those energy drinks and protein shakes the man insisted on enjoying daily.
When you felt the firm grip on the back of your head, your tongue shot out against your own will. You had been trained enough by your superior brother that your body was conditioned to react to the simplest snap of your finger. You slowly slapped away at his bitter, sweaty hole hoping the bitter sticky fluid you licked wasn’t your brother putting you on tp duty like usual as payment for bailing you out of trouble.
“Ah! Thanks baby bro! Uncle Ryan I made every plea deal that I could to help this idiot! Everyone in town knows we all hate him so no one is gonna ask questions. If anything he’s gonna get life if he tries to leave from here and I know you sure as hell ain’t gonna damn pardoned especially during your last term as mayor! Either he accepts being the family bitch or it’s back to jail for him!”
Your brother gave you one last fart and lifted up for his ass to be replaced by the beefiest one of all. Your uncle let out a frustrated growl and slammed his ass down hard enough on your face to leave a bruise for tomorrow. You let out one last groan of disgust snd humiliation as you felt your nose slide right up the man’s pucker. Judging from how your uncle shifted and wiggled on top of you, the mayor was getting more enough pleasure not just from your humiliation.
“Well to be honest I have been missing the runt’s nose. It isn’t fun torturing fart freaks even though most of them beg me to stop eventually!” The mayor let out a sigh then casually lean to the side bitting his lip down as he felt your nose slide out with a light pop. “There is something more fun fucking with someone who absolutely hates it! I guess this fucking disappointment got something right for once in his life!”
You couldn’t believe this was going to be your life now. Prison had given you a harsh reality check of there being tougher and more dominant guys ready to put you in your place just as your family always warned. Hell some of them were smaller and younger than you but did even worse things to you than any cruel idea your family could think. The only thing you could do was silently sobbed into your family’s patriach’s ass before your uncle gave you the worst and most violent fart of all that knocked you out and introduced you to your new life.
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It gets to the point where you need dick all the time from him. You need the constant penetration. Being his bitch becomes your lifestyle.
