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“Oh, Fuck Bitch boy! Your massive cock is so magnificent! Fucking Sir is such an idiot waiting over two years to feel this orgasmic ultimate anal pleasure –fuck I never dreamt, Oh Fuck, yes!” Said Sir Butch.
I answered, “So much the better, Sir, for Bitch Boy to catch you up; now once again, shut the fuck up while I pound Sir's deflowered hole to yet another ass pounding cum!” I hollered!
Sir giggled as I grabbed the bed headboard top and pounded; I mean fucking pounded his sweet, detailed ass with my cock and pubes, splitting his twin majestic gluteus athletic football QB Star globes with my 10” cock penetrated as far as possible up Sir’s receptive, whimpering channel. The poor drywall and paint would need a piece of near 1” plywood to protect the wall integrity and our slumber space jack hammering adventures.
In seconds, as I drilled and plowed Sir Butch’s cheeks as the entire bed and posts bashed against the near-destroyed, broken wall exposing insulation, vapour barrier and even electrical shit; I told Sir butch to pay no mind, once again I heard his squirting phallus spraying about what used to be lovely satin red sheets which where now looking more like a marbles red candy cane ice cream cone with so much mutual boy come, enough to feed our cum parched mouths. His ass felt so fantastic on my cock, especially when I bashed through his tight sigmoid curve; his wet, rosy valves, mucosal ridges, curves, and twists slathered and pumped my huge cock so magnificently.
As Sir Butches orgasm subsided and my loads blasted deep up his pleasure tunnel, I felt my own craving awake. I withdrew my mammoth penis from Sir’s vacuuming's newfound pink wet pleasure hole and collapsed on my sweaty back. Butch rolled over and kissed me passionately; our sweat and sex juice exploded about us like a fine New Year's Champagne, covered in each other's semen.
Sir Butch began, “Bitch Boy, my Rod, as you have confirmed, I am such a fucking idiot. I feel so morainic waiting over two years to finally find out why all the boys were lined up begging for my big dick up their assholes. The sensations and wet anal nerve ending feelings are so superior to any jerk off, cunt or ass fucking possible. A young man's ass, deep as one can get with anything, is where it is fucking at, I now realize.”
I answered, “Exactly, Sir; and Bitch Boy has gracefully contributed many, many powerful pleasure loads to Sir these last almost 18 hours, so any chance, Sir, can get hard so Bitch Boy can mount his big cock and coat my inside pipes with your hot molten boy-cum?” Well, if you were Sir Butch, what do you think?!?
Sir answered, “Only if Bitch Boy sucks out all his hot roasted cum from Sir’s hole and then feeds my parched throat with his pretty mouth to my throat and stomach.” Holy shit! Now he is discovering super-hot shit we can do together.
“Can Sir please squat over my face and fill my mouth and throat with my Bitch-Boy’s roasted -boy-Cum?” I requested. Sir was so excited, he squirted all over his pretty, hot football jock face with gobs in his lovely, long, curly blond locks.
I slithered up and sucked his dripping ropes; we shared an incredible, quick face suck. I then lay back down on the bed; Sir squatted his splendid, athletic, sculpted, tanned melons to my face cheeks; I opened my mouth wide as my throat and face were blasted with several ounces of my own liquified semen that I had bred deep up Sir’s anus, rectum and Sigmoid.
Although it was getting on into the afternoon, we were not hungry at all with so much shared semen in our stomachs. I rimmed and ran my tongue all around Sir’s white, warm, dripping ring. I could hardly wait for us to produce rosebuds for each other; I knew that was going to take time, and only when we started vigorous deep anal fisting.
After Sir was clean, and several ounces still in my mouth, he lifted me to my seat; we kissed wildly as our semen dripped from our slobbery lips and chins. We moaned and moaned, looking into each other's eyes so deeply and lovingly. I have never been happier in my life than in this moment.
“Please, Sir, Bitch-Boy needs some massive hard Quarterback cock deep in his ass right now; would Sir please prop up the pillows and Bitch-boy will mount and hold onto the headboard rail with his bobbing big penis to drench Sir,” I said so innocently like a schoolboy in juvey jail asking for second helpings, batting my emo twink eyelashes.
Sir replied, “Yes Bitch Boy, cum mount my mammoth hard QB Cock!” We both giggled and got into positions with just a little added squirt of the fuck water. I grabbed onto the loosened sort of rattly headboard rail, and in one rapid plunge, I devoured Sir’s 10” Cock, squirting a moderate cum load all over his upper chest as he brought it to his sucking lips and then mine. I
It drove me so wild that my famished anal hole began to plunge and pound down on Sir’s steel-hard, dripping post, like a gas-powered hydraulic post driver. The entire Bed was fucking bouncing and squeaking away, sounding like a wood and steel bridge about to collapse, which turned me on even more. I had no idea how it was constructed beneath us; I kept getting more and more turned on with the magnificent sensations, nearly pulling my ass entirely off to his purple glans and then pounding down with his pubic mound, bashing into my ass and hip bones. Best bottom ass fuck so far!
I quickened and quickened, faster and harder, faster and harder, out of control with grunts and sighs as my orgasm was building and building. I guess I was oblivious to Sir's impact on his bush and pubis until he suddenly said,
“Bitch Boy, please not so hard, you're going to break my fucking hips or cock bones. Rod Fuck Please lover it’s too hard it hurts fuck slow down lighten up for fuck’s sake! Oh God Christ Bitch Fucking Bitch Boy---FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK, OOOOHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
We both screamed, as I felt Sir warm my inside fleshy pipes with his hot semen splashes; I ejaculated several whipping cum lines like a Celtic knot all over his face, mouth, throat, head and the wall, but I had only just a little harder and deeper to get that final squirt -----OH Fuck! Oh Shit! Fuck!
Suddenly, there was a tremendous sound of breaking, splitting wood, and the mattress collapsed into a V-shaped wedge! We had busted the box spring, or maybe I busted it.
Sir hollered as I stopped, I giggled in horror as he shook his head and then laughed as well with our dripping sweat and semen explosions sandwiched in the valley for what was a lovely King-size Bed…. Fuck!
“Satisfied Bitch Boy –seriously great incredible cum, but I really think my pubes and mound are bruised with your ass cheeks and bones…now we have to fix the fucking bed today, work out still and perhaps see if all this shit you're ordering is cumming soon,” said Sir Butch, catching his breath.
I replied, “Sorry, Sir Butch –they don’t make anything like these used to!” He leaned toward my face, and we kissed and moaned in the squished V of the mattress. We slither out, giggling some more.
“You hungry?” I asked.
“Not really -our semen is quite filling, isn’t it?” He spoke.
“Yeah, I agree, me neither; how about we figure the bed out down in the garage with some of your dad's metal and wood shit--we better get some plywood against the busted wall behind the bed.” We nodded and put on Jocks and Underwear, respectively.
We headed down to the finished, temperature-controlled garage below, which had no vehicles; only Uncle John's shop shit and Butch’s workout benches and weights in the corner, with two walls of mirrors, about a 12 ft x 12 ft space for his Jock vanity.
We sat on the workshop's adjustable, locking, swivel leather stools, like those in a doctor's exam room. We both looked around at all the tools and hardware, wood, metal and leather stuff.
I grabbed a large black strap of leather and hides, and the grommet machine, trying to figure it out; Butch, a bit pissed, said, “Yeah, I know we will need a sling, but can we try to fix the bed first and cover the busted fuck wall?”
“Sure, Butch…where do we start?” I spoke. He sighed and puffed out his cheeks. “Stay here, Rod, I’ll be right back.” He left for the lake house in his AC Thong and sweet-toned, tanned, perfect ass exposed. Fuck I could bury my face in that ass 24/7/365 for a lifetime and never get tired.
I continued laying out the leather and then some rings and crap, having no idea how to do any of this. I spied a few boxes under Unc’s workbench that looked like heavy-duty metal lanterns or wall sconces. Then, behind them, on a blanket, what looked like more large slabs of mirrors.
My hot Twink BDSM mind flipped to all those fantastic writers on GayDemon (Boy there is that Emo one Mr. ??? Something always blithering about shit no one cares about, but he is a half assed writer and has a lot of cum worthy shit)…anyways with all the Furniture and sexy Dungeons and toys crap percolating in my mind I had no idea how we could get it all even with what we can order online…oh here is Butch coming; walking behind him is Uncle John and Aunt Sue, and my parents, Rachel and Mike. Neither of us was embarrassed at all-they have seen us in undies or Jocks and thongs before, obviously.
Butch said, “Rod, I told them all that we destroyed ½ the man cave and would like to do or build some sex equipment so we don’t collapse the garage here.”
I bugged out my eyes and sighed, blowing out my cheeks. Mom said, “Rod, we are here to help, not judge. So, what are you boys thinking about for your sex space upstairs?”
Uncle John continued, “Sue and I are fucking bored, Boys, so the four of us would absolutely love a construction project, so no embarrassment, as you know, we all love you and support you 100% so fucking out with it already!”
Butch motioned to me with a serving hand, insisting I divulge. I puffed out and began,
“Ok, well, confessions first. Your little Twink son and nephew, Rodney, here, is responsible mainly for the folded split-king bed box frame and the smashed drywall behind the bed, so that is priority one.
Part 2 is, as a matter of prevention, we really need some sex slings hanging from the beams, perhaps a spanking bench and horse, maybe a St. Andrew Cross or something in the same position, and possibly some leather-like Bondage fuck table with a hole in the centre.
I know that to create space for all that, we have to bring down some, if not all, of the bedroom suite. I did spy these fantastic heavy-duty wall sconces and extra mirrors slabs, so…so…truth be told, we want a full BDSM Boy-Cave…. Dungeon…like supper sexy with candles and mirrors, keep the tablet and speakers for hot sexy music…and…well…thoughts…????!” I was deer in the headlights, thinking they would either go head over heels for it, or drive me to the nearest asylum for the perverted and sexually insane!
There was silence for several painful seconds picturing myself in a white straight jacket going for electro-shock therapy….when suddenly my mother, Rachel, blurted out, “Sue! I fucking love it!”
Aunt Sue replied, “Oh my God! It is Fabulous! I fucking love it.”
My dad, Mike, said, “So it sounds like upstairs we will find a post sex destruction war zone…Fuck I am surprised you two horn Toads don’t have funny sexy names or titles for each other.”
I answered, “Oh, we do…Butch is Sir, and I am Bitch Boy!”
Aunt Sue, with a Gasp and a giggle, replied, “Oh my God, Rachel…Isn't that adorable! Sir and Bitch Boy…I fucking love it!!” They all chuckled and applauded.
Uncle John said, “Here is the deal, Boys. We will build it all today; I know the four of us, your parents, have the construction expertise. Your assistance would be appreciated, along with Abby and Ollie's participation. But. Once a month, you will surrender it to us, four older parents, for our own private party time for two full days!”
Butch and I popped our eyes out thinking What the Fuck!! Just then, Abbey and Olivia appeared in their bikinis. It was nice to see Olivia in a thong revealing a nice bulging she-cock package.
Olivia asked, “What Party Where?!”
Aunt Sue, their mother answered, “Here in the 'Sir and Bitch Boy’s Cave Dungeon.”
Abbey Yelled, “Oh Fuck! I love it; can we join the Boys sometime? Awesome Dom and Sub names, guys!”
Aunt Sue answered, “Well, I am sure the boys will be okay with that…. Abbey, you can bring your Hankey XXL El-Ray massive Strap-on.”
We cousins had bulging eyes and mouths on the floor. Just then, my mother, Rachel, said,
“Rodney, I sure hope you ordered you and Butch a nice selection of little cute Cock Cages, Sounds, and more lube for deep anal fisting like your father and uncle enjoy!”
“Mom! Fuck! We don’t want to hear about the kinky fucking sex our parents are having…and now to learn you are doing group shit…Fuck! Oh My God!!” I hollered.
Aunt Sue responded, “Now listen here, nephew, Sis Rachel and I realized in our late teens with these young men, our boy friends long before you four were conceived, that a man's main pleasure spot is his prostate and vesicle. If you want to keep a man for a lifetime, you better fucking know how to go up his ass to your shoulder till he blows his load out his 7” cock…sorry, maybe you boys are not quite that Big!”
Butch Hollered, “Mom!!! Fuck!!! Like Rod said! Fuck Please! Our Sex life is excellent! But please keep yours and Aunt Rachel and Uncle Mike’s private… we, your offspring, cringe in embarrassment at this shit!”
Aunt Sue yelled back, “Well Fuck you, Butch! What kind of a double standard is this! We support you, Abby, Olly & Rod with all your gay-trans sibling cousin fucking, but it's not ok for us old folks to be fucking sexual beings too! Well Fuck you all!
Just because we are barely 40 does not mean we are fucking any less horny than you all are or want to! Rachel and I know more about boys’ assholes and cock cages and sounding that you will ever know, so there! Fuck heads! Do we have a fucking deal or not!”
We were all so shocked, almost convulsing as Butch, I, Abby and Olly all glared at each other and started to smile and chuckle. Butch finally responded after big breaths,
“Yes, we have a deal! We do whatever is necessary to get the “Sir & Bitch Boy’s Cave Dungeon” built today, but first things first!”
Butch was in the secret know that Uncle John kept a bottle with a dozen plastic cups in his hardware chest. He opened it, piled out eight clear large plastic shot glasses; filled each about 2” deep with the bottle of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey (Fuck it is good!). We tossed it back with a lovely burn, a slight cough, and a giggle. Now the work began.
Olivia and I had a friendly private Chat in the corner. She agreed it was fine for us all to call her Ollie because that is what we knew her as our entire lives; still, she was so happy being supported with her she-cock and nice growing tits, accepted as female.
Mom and Aunt Sue got to work on all the leather and padding for the furnishings and slings; it seemed they had planned this for some time. Butch decided to skip the workout for today, seeing that we had to bring down and store in the clean, warm, finished, HVAC’d garage that was better than most folks' recreation rooms all the furnishings except for the two nightstands to hold our jocks, lube and other sex, BDSM instruments, etc, and his black laminate trophy case that was now emptied and to be used for small play things. Our clothing mostly down here would be ok, seeing as we would be naked around here most of the time, except for cock cages, Jocks & Thongs.
Once the furnishing was out, except for the mattress and nightstand, only the parents were allowed upstairs; they proclaimed that they wanted it to be a surprise. Dad and Uncle John made quick work of cutting up and taking apart the box spring to reuse the wood bits. I mean, holy shit! It is all made of that wafer particle cheap crap – no wonder I busted it! And it is not even made in China, cheap crappy stuff right here from Canada~ OMG!!
Abby and Ollie helped Dad and Uncle John with wood cutting, construction, metal braces, hooks, and all, and spray-painting outside. His shop was super clean with all the auto vacuum hoses attached to the tools and table machines.
Butch and I smiled as we saw them carrying the mirrors and boxes of heavy-duty wall lantern candle sconces up, along with piece after piece of furniture and leather padding, with tons of hooks and lag bolts. Our fathers were smiling throughout, but quiet.
Mom and Aunt Sue often engaged us in serious fisting techniques chatter and detailed male anatomy from the asshole right to our stomach and all the great sensation nerves and glands throughout as we stared in total shock and awe like you can’t imagine…well imagine: an 18 years old hot Twink (me-Rodney), his MTF cousin Trans 18 year old (Ollie); 19 year old Abby and 20 year old Butch discussing all there is to know and do about anal fisting on 18+ boys and girls and all the different approaches and cum blow results…just what we wanted to hear…how our fathers blew cum out their cute little cock cages with their apparent smaller 7” dicks; well so much for genetics and hereditary cock size! We'd best keep caged around them. Don’t want our Daddies to feel inferior!!
They all agreed it was fine for us, the younger four cousins and offspring, to be throughout the property in cock cages and jocks with sex in the bush, beach, garage and dungeon cave, of course, but they preferred not right in front of them or in the lake house and main immediate surroundings. It was made very clear that no sex with the parents would ever happen –can’t believe they even thought that may have crossed our minds – Fuck me!! We had cold salads and nachos with cheese at about 7 PM, along with lots and lots of water.
It was 8:30 PM; my online order was dropped off at the roadside. I ran up in my CK undies and fetched it. It was a full, heavy box as I kept adding to my surprises for Sir and Bitch Boy! Aunt Sue took it from me and promised she would assemble it all in perfect order upstairs in the Cave Dungeon in the former trophy case—Butch’s Football accolades were all down here now on shelves around his workout corner; he even likely that much better.
Sort of a role reversal, as it was: Butch and I helping Mom and Aunt Sue with all the leather work and padded pieces, and Abby and Ollie helping our fathers with the heavy furniture construction. I was puzzled at one point, seeing twelve massive truck-springs, 10” wide and the exact size high being carried upstairs, along with more black painted plywood than would have been needed to fix the bashed-in drywall. Anyways, more work continued, and finally, at close to 1 AM, the full surprise reveal was ready!
Aunt Sue and Mom Rachel led the way up with Butch and me, followed by Abby, Ollie, Dad Mike and Uncle John. Holy Fucking Shit! OMG!!! Wow!! Wow!!
It was so much more than we ever imagined. Still a fresh-paint and fresh-leather smell, but they assured us all was good to go right now. The King Bed was still in the corner, with black-painted plywood behind it, bolted to the wall. There are 12 big springs under the new black plywood bed base. Then, some 4x4 additional posts offset it further, with the black-painted headboard and top rails bolted together, and an excellent leather-padded section lower down. Tons of safely and strategically placed stainless steel eye bolts to latch and tie shit to all about it, and the entire room, for that matter. Above the bed, the massive beams had more eye bolts to hang the slings at various levels, using a bucket of chains and clips, etc.
Beside the bed were the two nightstands with our jocks and thongs. Next to that was the mirrored black trophy case, which now adorned various cock cages, low heat drip candles, silicone and metal sounds, nipple clamps, Blind folds, handcuffs, prickly wheels, etc, other shit we had no idea where it came from? Huge mirrors on the long walls of the room, each with the candle sconces and a few higher above the bed and to the far fence outside the bath. At the end of the bed, chains hung from more hooks, a spreader bar, and what appeared to be a 4X4 post with a leather-padded, open square at the top, with a peg slot to go into the floor. Aunt Sue explained that one could be strapped to this front or back, then spreader bars and chains to give a complete open-concept impact-play X-shape.
Going back to the other side, next to the Trophy case was now the height-adjustable bondage table, with a leather square cut out in the middle for whatever, and tons of hooks, and finally just outside the bathroom entrance was the Spanking horse bench. On the walls throughout where there were no mirrors and sconces was now hooked with various leather floggers, crops, canes, and paddles: we all roared because embossed in the spanking paddles backwards a large one about the size of a pancake fry pan said “SIR” and then a long rectangular one about the size of a Shoe Box said, “Bitch Boy” the candles in the sconces were all lit about the room and two in the bath were newly mounted. The sconces were heavy-duty metal and fully encased with a latch door, so even if we hit them with a flogger or a paddle crop head-on, there was no fire risk.
Mom said, “Well, SIR and BITCH BOY! We are tired and certain you two want to christen the room with something tonight, so see you boys tomorrow…maybe! We all hugged and thanked them, and they left with Abby and Ollie smiling away as well. They shut the doors, exited the garage, closed all that, and were back to the lake house as Butch and I stood there, wandering around, looking at it all!
Sir Butch began, “Bitch Boy, let's go wash one another and then it is time for you to get Sir’s hand and arm up your sweet hot Boy hole!”
“That sounds very fun, Sir. But first, cum shower me with your hot athletic jock piss!”
