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Tyler
The first full day of no contact from Julian came relatively easily. Like getting on a very long flight. The first hour–two hours–is no big deal. You can sit back, enjoy a movie, maybe even a drink, and sink into the hum of the flight.
But by the third day, Tyler was becoming antsy. He checked his phone every ten minutes, hoping for a message, a missed call, anything. He could barely sleep on the second night, tossing and turning until his sheets were soaked with sweat. Images flashed in his mind; some haunting, some painfully erotic. Tyler knew there was punishment in store. And while Julian did not know specifically what it would be, Tyler guessed after the first day that some version of a manufactured ghosting would play a role. But how long? When would the torture end? Julian never said.
And like a very long flight, there comes a point where your knees ache; where standing up to take laps around the cabin does not suffice; where a stabbing pain in your neck appears to taunt you; where babies and children become impatient and begin to cry and nag their parents. And all you want–as if at this point you could imagine wanting anything else in your life–is to get the hell off this god forsaken plane.
It was lucky that Tyler had ordered two dildos a week prior to this new frontier he was embarking on. Granted, he was planning on using them with Julian. They had agreed it would be fun to train Tyler’s butt, and Julian was going to show him all the tricks of the trade. But now he was left to go at it alone. So when he had gotten home from the chat with Julian in the park and saw the package by the front door addressed to him, he smiled to himself in relief that there was something to look forward to. Perfect timing.
One was a standard, lifelike 6-inch dildo. It had all the ridges and folds and veins of a real penis. It was cut and even had the right shade of skin tone to be indistinguishable from the real thing. And the website said it was ideal for beginners. The other was two inches bigger and much thicker, but just as lifelike. There were even fantasy toys; depictions of dragon cocks, tentacles, a special Kraken variety–even a tree stump shaped toy with odd ridges and red, black, and gray swirls in the silicone labeled HADES: they all lit up his computer screen. Though fascinating, he knew his butt wasn’t ready for those adventures anytime soon. He simply bookmarked the pages most interesting to him and ordered the lifelike toys.
He kept the bigger toy in the packaging. It was still a little intimidating to him. But he knew that he’d need to get to it eventually, and no matter how intense the realization was that though it was massive and daunting to Tyler, this toy was still significantly smaller than Dad. The thought gave him the chills.
Tyler spent the first night with the smaller toy finding surprising success. He got to the base, with its lifelike balls, in about 3 tries. Bottoming out elicited a satisfying grunt from Tyler. He felt full, complete in a way that he hadn’t in several days.
The very next night he was able to do more than just bottom out. He began slowly fucking himself with the 6-inch toy. The lube was slippery and calming as he pushed in, feeling the pressure, and pulled out, visualizing how his hole pulled the toy back in as though it wanted to keep it from leaving. Tyler reveled in the shluck, shluck, shluck sounds his hole made whenever he picked up the pace, knowing he was growing more and more accustomed to having a dick inside him.
That thought alone was astounding to Tyler. There was a time, before Julian (and, if he was honest, with Julian as well), where he thought that he might be asexual, or some variation of it. He didn’t find sex disgusting, but neither did he think it fun, exciting, or hot. Julian had introduced him to new forms of pleasure, though to the average person they might seem degrading or shameful. But Julian was never embarrassed, and that made Tyler feel confident in these new ways of getting off. Whatever he was, it probably wasn't Ace.
But now, here Tyler was in his bed, laid on his side, steadily fucking himself with a toy. He hadn’t thought much about it, but if he was asked just two months ago if he’d consider anal, he would almost assuredly say No. In fact, he had barely considered whether he would prefer bottoming or topping in a relationship. Those classifications seemed outside of Tyler’s options. But this feeling he had now was enthralling. It was powerful. He was training his butt in new and profound ways, and as the balls of the toy plapped against his own sack for the umpteenth time, Tyler felt a true sense of accomplishment. He came hard, grunting and panting through it as a few pearly white ropes shot out onto his bedsheet.
Tyler checked his phone after he came, hoping Julian’s ruse was finished and they could talk again. But there was nothing.
Tyler was surprised to find he wasn’t sore the next day after doing an extended self-fuck session. So he finally opened the 8-inch toy. He held it in his hand and felt the weight of it as it wobbled gently. It looked so real. He could even swear there was a faint heat radiating through it. He nearly checked the packaging to see if there was any description about a battery powered element.
After cleaning the toy and lubing himself up, Tyler pressed the 8-incher to his puckered hole. Immediately he could tell how much thicker it was than the first fake cock. He pressed and pressed until the head popped in, making him gasp softly.
But there was little need for an adjustment period. Tyler could feel the wet, soft folds of his insides eagerly accepting the visitor. The toy sank into him easily, and what he thought was a feeling of contentment–of fullness–with the other toy was immediately dwarfed by this new feeling.
Legs splayed in the air, Tyler steadily fucked himself. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. His penis was soft, but he was so aroused by the sensation in his butt that it didn’t even matter. In fact, he wondered vaguely if him being soft added to it.
Soon, 8 inches were nestled into him and he could comfortably pull it out quickly to create a soft gape. If he was lubed enough, Tyler could hear the gape, hear how his soft insides gasped with the sudden emptiness. It gave him chills, and he smiled at that.
The progression from solo playtime to recording himself to posting the videos on social media was extremely natural and also very quick. Within two days his Reddit account had thousands of karma points and dozens of horny dudes showering him with praise. He made a Twitter profile to do the same. It was a slower process he realized, but once he started following more porn accounts and improved his lighting and camera angles, the likes came pouring in.
It felt good to get some attention. It was like he was regaining some power over the situation he was in with his boyfriend and dad. Not that either of them realized he was doing it, and Tyler secretly wondered if they would even care. He didn’t answer that question, not even to himself. He also wondered if Julian was ever an internet slut. Well, Tyler thought to himself, he’s a real life slut, so probably. Tyler then remembered that his boyfriend hadn’t texted him back in over a week and was likely somewhere being whored out by his own father. Tyler checked his phone on instinct, and when he didn’t see a notification from him, went back to adjusting his filming setting up. This time he was going to ride the dildo.
The dildos weren’t the only thing occupying Tyler’s mind, though. In the immediate days after Julian warned him of Dad’s devious plot, Tyler found himself seeing a lot more of his dad than usual. He figured he would see even less of his dad, since he assumed Julian would be keeping him occupied. But instead, he was around more than ever.
Dad was up early every morning, making coffee for Tyler and Mom. He greeted them with uncharacteristically cheery hellos and offered Mom a steaming cup of coffee.
“Oh…thanks, babe,” she had said the first time this happened, surprised at his positive attitude. She had sipped the coffee and closed her eyes, moaning gratefully. “Oh, this is great!”
“Coffee, son?” Dad had offered.
“Sure,” Tyler grumbled, not wanting to make eye contact. He was wary of his dad’s antics, and rather than be simply pleased and thankful that he had done something nice, like Mom did, Tyler did not think it was so innocent.
Dad slid the coffee in front of Tyler. A warm mist hovered over the surface of the black liquid.
“Sugar?” Dad asked. “Cream?” He smirked.
Tyler had looked up at his dad’s smile. He had finally noticed he shaved his usual stubble. His eyes couldn’t help but travel downwards, past the fitted white t-shirt, and to his boxers. A massive bulge was pressing against the fabric. He could see the hairs of Dad’s bush poking through the pee slit of his underwear. Tyler gulped and looked back down at his coffee.
“No,” he replied, voice shaky. He desperately tried to hide his blushing cheeks, but he knew Dad saw. He even heard the man chuckle softly, but he didn’t press the issue. He sipped the drink reluctantly, and though it was hot, it was brewed perfectly. He did his best to hide his pleasure.
Dad had finished making the breakfast and set the table. Mom on the opposite side of Tyler and Dad in between them both. They had eaten mostly silently, with only the clattering of silverware and the occasional groan of delicious content and mouth-stuffed “So good!” from Mom to fill the room. Tyler said nothing.
It had taken Tyler several minutes to notice his dad had spread his legs wide. Tyler looked over to see Dad manspreading. And sure enough, Dad’s cock was fully hard, threatening to rip his own underwear. Tyler followed the outline of it, which ended outside one of the leg holes of Dad’s boxers. The tip of his cock was a bright pink, throbbing and eager. Tyler watched as a thick, crystally strand of precum dangled from the slit. Tyler looked up at his dad. Dad was staring at him, smirking again. But this time it was with a tinge of devilishness.
He was wearing a robe, which helped block any potential visual on Mom’s side. But even still, Tyler looked across the table. She was so intent on her breakfast, she wasn’t even looking up between bites.
Dad reached to Tyler’s side, and for a moment, Tyler flinched, thinking he was going to grab him. Dad cocked his head in curiosity at Tyler, but didn’t comment. Instead of touching Tyler, he grabbed Tyler’s mug, which still had most of his coffee in it. Dad brought it down to his crotch, and Tyler watched, horrified, as Dad used the rim of the mug to scoop the strand of precum into the coffee.
Dad slid the cup back to him smoothly, never disturbing his position. Tyler stared at the coffee. He could see the precum swirling in the liquid, disintegrating slightly from the heat. He gulped. Finally, his mom looked up, and noticed the tense way Tyler was sitting.
“Something the matter?” she said, mouth full of food. Tyler was staring down at his mug.
Tyler looked up at Mom. “Huh? Uh…oh, no.”
“You should try the coffee,” she said. “It’s so good!”
“That’s okay…” Tyler said shakily.
“Aww, Ty,” Dad said, a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t be like that. Humor your old man and try my coffee. I made it special for you.”
“Sweetie,” Mom said, swallowing her food. Her tone was slightly reprimanding. “Be nice. Dad never makes breakfast. And you love coffee!”
Tyler didn’t know what to do. He did love coffee. But it usually didn’t have his dad’s bodily fluids in it. Was he going to refuse, and look like an unreasonable brat to his mom? Would he blow the whole thing up and say Dad’s jumbo horsedick is rock hard right now and he’s making him drink his cum? Would he blow up his family? His relationship with his Dad? Julian and Dad’s–he hated to think it–relationship? What would Julian say if he did?
Both his parents watched him as he reached for the cup. He lifted it slowly and pressed the rim to his lips. He let one sip of precum-laced coffee slide into his mouth. Mom was watching him expectantly, nodding in encouragement. She assumed Tyler would have the same reaction as her. The coffee mostly tasted the same as his first sip (oh, why didn’t he say he had already tried it?!), but there was something else there. Something that coated his mouth, thick and sticky. He swallowed.
“Well?” Mom asked.
“D-delicious,” Tyler squeaked. Mom beamed.
“Thanks, son!” Dad said, reaching over and patting Tyler heartily on the back.
Tyler wasn’t very hungry after that but stayed at the table while Mom and Dad finished eating. They chatted a little about the upcoming day, what they were going to do for the holidays. Tyler kept drinking the coffee. He wasn’t sure why. It didn’t really matter anymore if he stopped. Dad had already won. And plus, he was getting butterflies in his stomach because every time he sipped, Dad would look his way, staring at him intently. Tyler couldn’t read the expression, but he couldn’t lie to himself. He liked the attention.
“Okay, well I gotta’ go,” Mom said.
“Ah, so soon?” Dad said, sounding disappointed.
“Yeah, busy day,” she said, getting up to bring her plate to the kitchen sink. “Jerry’s been out sick and I’m the only one who knows–hey!”
Dad had grabbed Mom by the waist and pulled him into her lap.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, giggling.
“I’m holding my wife,” Dad said in silly confusion. “That a crime?”
Tyler watched as his dad planted his big, juicy, masculine lips on Mom’s small, dainty ones. Their kiss was long and wet and loud in the dining room. Dad’s hand was wrapped around her waist. Mom was wearing a thin robe herself, and he could see the curve of her hips, the outline of her panties. Dad’s big, hairy hand squeezed her butt gently, and Tyler saw how his fingers indented in her soft flesh. He gulped at the sight.
“Mark…” Mom whispered, sounding shocked. He kissed her again. One of her hands was grasping his much stronger arm, slowly caressing it. She kissed him back and squirmed in his lap. “Oh my god,” she whispered even more quietly, giggling. Evidently, she felt his erection on her thighs. Tyler could have sworn he heard Dad growl.
“I’m going back upstairs,” Tyler said. But neither of them seemed to hear him. They kept caressing each other, exchanging kisses, each one getting longer and deeper. A giggle here or there. A movement.
Tyler sighed and got up, putting his plate in the sink. When he turned around, they were full-on making out. Mom was practically humping Dad in the chair. Tyler blushed hard and headed straight for the stairs. As he walked to his room, he could hear a loud smack and a loud giggling gasp from Mom. He closed the door and immediately proceeded to slide off his pants. He grabbed the 8-inch dildo and lube. He squirted a thick strip of lube onto the entire shaft and quickly spread it around the toy. He squirted some more onto his fingers and inserted them into himself. With a grunt, his hole accepted his fingers. Then, he turned over onto his knees. Face in the bed and ass in the air, Tyler reached back to line the dildo to his hole. He thrust it into him easily, and he sighed.
Tyler heard footsteps from the hall. More giggling from Mom and Dad. A few seconds later their door closed. Tyler increased the pace of his fucking, and within minutes, he could hear his mom moaning. Tyler kept slamming the dildo into himself, letting his moans grow louder. He couldn’t help but think how similar he sounded to Mom; couldn’t help but think how much bigger Dad would feel than this toy.
Tyler had kept going, kept pleasuring himself, feeling his hole grip and pull, hearing squelch and gape slightly, all as he listened to how Dad got to have whatever pussy he wanted.
Dad was way more friendly after that. He was cheery, offering to help around the house, inquiring about Mom and Tyler’s days and lives. He even hit the gym a few times the first week, coming back each time sweatier than the last.
He was also very handsy with Mom. Their first sex in God knows how long was not the last. Practically every moment they were both in the house was time spent touching each other. All initiated by Dad. When she walked by: a subtle grasp at her waist. When they sat down to watch a movie (Dad insisted Tyler join them because “Family Time is important!”), they would hide underneath a blanket. Tyler would have to sit there as Mom got visibly more and more aroused by whatever Dad’s hands were doing under the blanket. Tyler could tell she was uncomfortable having her private parts played with in front of her son, but whatever Dad was doing to her was so good that she couldn’t stop him and so simply was brought to silent, very obvious, orgasms while all three sat on the couch.
And of course their bedroom time was louder than usual. Tyler had to listen to Mom and Dad having sex every morning and every night. Sometimes Mom would come from work for lunch, and Dad would be all over her. Kissing, groping, humping. And Mom would just giggle and playfully chastise him for being such a horndog. But rather than eat her lunch, Mom would follow Dad to their bedroom and Tyler would have to listen to Mom eat Dad’s cock instead.
Well, “have to” is a bit of a stretch. Tyler was on break from school, and Julian was AWOL, but he didn’t really have to listen. He could’ve put on headphones, played the new Silent Hill game he’d just got, watch a movie, go for a walk–anything.
But Tyler listened. Sometimes ear pressed to the wall that connected their rooms. But usually that wasn’t necessary with how loud they were. He’d match the pace of his toy in his asshole with the sounds of his mom grunting from the sheer size and force of Dad’s cock pounding into her. Mom seemed to stop caring that Tyler could over hear them.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she practically screamed, the wet sounds of flesh slapping together audible. “Pound this cunt. Fuck me! Fuck meeee!”
When Tyler’s butt was sore, he simply opted for stuffing his face into one pillow and placing another pillow between his legs to hump. He’d thrust his hips into the soft fabric, moaning and drooling into the other pillow, until he came, weak spurts that soaked the pillow under him. Tyler couldn’t even deny how good it felt to cum this way. It was almost like sex, and he didn’t even need the sounds of porn to help him imagine it. There was real life sex going on in his own house that he could listen to all day.
He’d even caught Mom giving Dad a sloppy blowjob through his underwear one day. Dad was sitting on the edge of the couch, hairy muscle legs spread wide. His cock was heavy and bulging in his white briefs. And Mom was right there in front of him. On her knees, sucking on Dad’s dick through the fabric, making it wet and slimy. Dad massaged her head as she greedily sucked.
“Good girl,” he groaned. “That’s it. Be a good slut for Daddy.”
Mom moaned and kept sucking, making the underwear wetter. Didn’t they know Tyler was home. He could easily walk in on them. It was one in the afternoon! But the way Mom arched her back so that Dad could more easily lean over and smack her ass hard made it seem as though Tyler could walk in and start screaming at them, and they still wouldn’t care.
Tyler had stayed behind a corner as he watched Mom remove the soaked undies and toss them to the side to taste the real thing and swallow it. Her throat didn’t seem to be as flexible as Julian’s, but Dad didn't seem to care. He groaned all the same and encouraged her further until she was gagging and spluttering on it like a pornstar.
Tyler had been able to sneak into the kitchen so that when Mom and Dad decided to move things to the bedroom (as if they cared about being caught now), he wouldn’t be noticed.
Without thinking, Tyler moved to the living room and picked up the underwear. It was wet, especially around the front, but it was still warm. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled. His eyes fluttered, and without hesitation, he shoved the wet part into his mouth. The scent of musk and sweat and what he assumed was his mom’s spit overwhelmed him completely.
Without touching himself or humping or stimulating his butt at all, Tyler came in his pants, shuddering.
Tyler was no stranger to stealing his dad’s underwear now. But this heightened things to a new level. He realized that Dad often put on the same underwear after having sex with Mom. So, her pussy juices and his cum coated the fabric for the rest of the day until he took them off at night. Every morning, Tyler would sneak into their laundry hamper and take the freshest one out. He’d fuck himself wildly in his bed, smelling the scent of his parents’ lovemaking while he pounded his butt.
Those were the most intense orgasms. The ones where he could practically taste his mother’s vagina, his father’s cock.
Tyler wasn’t attracted to his mom, not really. She was small, brunette, and pale with a kind, simple face. But her butt was reasonably plump, and her torso soft and full. Not fat or chubby, but not thin. Childbirth, aging, and the general wear of being a working mother made her body what it was. Tyler thought his mom was pretty, nice, and kind. If he had to pick a parent for a role model, she was clearly the best choice.
But the way she submitted to Dad’s masculinity captivated him. He had never seen her look at Dad with such lust. And the things she said while they had sex…it was pornographic. Depraved. And the scent she left on Dad’s underwear, hell, the scent she left everywhere since they seemed to fuck in every room except Tyler’s, was evidence of that submission. And Tyler savored it.
Because really, and Tyler was loath to admit it, Tyler was attracted to Dad.
That was the meat of it. As he fucked himself in his bedroom, Tyler was imagining Dad’s cock slamming in and out of him, making his hole a mess. He wanted to be like Julian, a slut for Dad. Taking him whenever and however Dad wanted. That was the real reason he got the dildos, right? Not for some fun experimentation, but to be ready. Dad, however, had more inches than Tyler was used to. The thought made him squirm. So big, he thought.
“So fucking big,” Mom would moan.
Tyler cracked one day and texted Julian. It was morning sex again for Mom and Dad, and they seemed to be going at it pretty rough.
“Unf, fuck–just like that,” Tyler could hear Mom groaning through the bedroom wall. A loud smack followed. Tyler was humping his pillow. He paused, slightly out of breath, and texted Julian.
Hey, Tyler texted. I know we have a plan but I really miss you. Can we talk please? Dad doesn’t need to know.
Tyler sighed as he hit send and resumed humping. This was so embarrassing! Why was he getting off to his parents having sex? Was it because he started having sexual desires at the exact same time as his boyfriend ghosting him? Maybe. And Tyler wasn’t even man enough to jerk off with his fist. He had to resort to pathetic stuff like pillow humping or dildo riding to satisfy his intense desires, which, frustratingly enough, somehow made it all hotter! But it was never truly satiated because his stupid parents couldn’t stop doing it! Julian had no clue how erotic his house had become. If his boyfriend had to listen to these sounds all day, he’d text back something consoling.
“Like that?” Dad grunted. “Like how I stretch that pretty pussy?”
“Yesss, holy fuck, you’re so big.”
“Come sit on it.”
“Ooooh my god!” Mom was shouting.
“Goddamn I love that ass,” Dad moaned.
“Smack my ass, smack my ass!” Mom was sounding deranged now.
Loud smacks followed by high-pitched yelping moans from Mom. Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Fffu—” Mom panted. “Fuck, cu-cumming!”
As Mom came hard all over Dad’s dick, Tyler checked his phone again. There was a read receipt from Julian on his last text. Read at 9:37am. Julian never had read receipts on. He had once told Tyler a good slut doesn’t let slip what he knows.
The realization that Julian had turned on read receipts just to show how he was ignoring him made Tyler’s mind go fuzzy. He pulled down his shorts quickly and used two fingers to furiously stroke his penis.
It took about 30 seconds for Tyler to cum. He wasn’t even hard as five watery spurts of cum shot out of his penis. His whimpers were drowned out by the full-throated sounds of his mom’s orgasm.
Sometime in the middle of the second week of no contact from Julian, Tyler heard the front door knock. He was once again in the middle of plunging that dildo in and out of his hole. His room hung heavy with the odor of sweat, ass, and lubricants (and the occasional spurt of cum). When he did not hear anyone answer the door, Tyler groaned in frustration and got up to answer it. He pulled the toy out with a soft, wet pop and slipped on some shorts. Shirtless, he headed downstairs.
He opened the door. The December air blasted him, making his pink nipples stand at attention. He had practically been inside for a week; he totally forgot it was winter. Nobody was there to greet him. He looked down and saw a package. It wasn’t mail. Just a small box wrapped in brown paper, tied in a green bow. A Christmas present maybe? He picked it up and hurriedly closed the door with an audible shiver.
Upon closer inspection, Tyler saw that his name was written on it in loopy handwriting:
To Tyler :)
He thought he recognized that handwriting. With a slight sense of apprehension, he took the box back up to his room.
Tyler looked down at the open package. They were chastity cages.
Literally one looked like a cage. Slightly domed and steel, it was almost like a tiny fruit basket with a small hole in the middle. It looked far too small for him.
The other cage made Tyler gulp. It too was steel, but this one was completely flat. Several small holes adorned the front of it. He could not imagine how he could fit in the cage-looking one, let alone this monstrosity. Tyler looked in the box for a note and found one, scrawled with the same loopy handwriting.
Thought you needed protection for that little clit of yours! Start practicing with the “bigger” one. Start in short intervals, then progress to longer times. Try to make it to a full day by next week! If you do well enough, the flat cage should be no problem. It’ll be like you don’t even have a dick! Enjoy~
Tyler read it and read it. There was no signature. Julian? Dad? His hands were slightly shaking as he set the note down and picked up the cage again. He examined the thing, rotating it in his hands. It was kind of cute, Tyler though. If you didn’t think about what it was for, that is.
From opening the package to reading the note, Tyler was fully hard now. All five inches. He couldn’t say why. He had seen cages of course and knew about sissification. But Tyler wasn’t a sissy. Sure his body was slender and soft, but he felt like a man. Even when he was watching his dad dig deep in his boyfriend’s guts. And yes, his moans when he came did sound a little girly, especially when it was a hands-free one as he rode his dildo. And okay, sure, his hips were wider than normal. And he couldn’t grow a mustache. But he wasn’t a sissy! He liked baggy clothes for goodness sake!
Putting it on was somewhat of a struggle for Tyler. Yes, he did not wait a second longer before trying it. By the time he got the main ring passed his penis and around his balls, he was soft again. But that was fine; it made it easier as he softly placed the domed cage against his penis, pushing it in on itself. The skin of his shaft folded and wrinkled in a way that Tyler thought was funny. He lined the keyhole of the cage with the ring and slid the key in. It made a solid click, locking.
Tyler did some deep breathing as he looked down at himself. This was intense. His penis wasn’t gone, from view, but he could barely see it even over his flat stomach. He looked at the key in his sweating palm, then looked at the other two spare keys sitting in the box. He tried to steady himself. The cold steel pressing against him eventually warmed to his body temperature. And it was like it didn’t even notice it.
However, when he leaned over to grab his shorts, he felt how the metal touched other parts of his body. And when he slid his shorts on, the fabric passed directly over the slit of his penis, which was poking out of the front hole. Tyler gasped at the intense feeling. Already this thing was overwhelming him.
Tyler laid in bed and looked at his accounts. He scrolled through reply after reply to his latest video of him riding the 8-inch dildo. He had even used some replica cum to make it look like he’d been bred thoroughly by some hung dick. It leaked out of him when he pulled off the dildo, running down his cheek.
He smiled at all the praise from strangers. Some of the DMs he got looked interesting too. Selfies of fit guys with big dicks wanting to “collab” with him. But he didn’t reply to any. That would be cheating.
After about an hour, it was starting to hurt him. And he was feeling needy for a release. Maneuvering, Tyler took the key and unlocked the mechanism. He pulled himself through the loop and took the cage off. A painful pressure melted into relief. Immediately his penis sprang to attention.
“Oooh, fuck,” he gasped. He was so hard!
Without even thinking, Tyler started to pump. It took him about 2 minutes standing there stroking in his bedroom to cum. He shot several ropes that actually went pretty far. He collapsed on his bed panting and vaguely considered how he didn’t usually shoot such powerful ropes like that. It was usually maybe one shot and the rest dribbled out when he came. This was masculine somehow. Strong.
Later that night he put on the cage again. This time he kept it on for longer than an hour. He edited some clips that were backlogged (he somehow recorded several hours worth of content in one week); he even went downstairs to heat up some food (his parents were on the couch making out while a movie played).
Wearing the cage and trying to do normal activities was making Tyler’s crotch even more sensitive, and he blushed as he took the food out of the microwave, overhearing the sloppy kissing coming from the other room, and headed back to his own.
It was two hours since he put it on, and Tyler was starting to get frustrated. He wanted to take it off, to release. The feeling he had when cumming earlier was bliss. He wanted that again. But then he remembered the note. He needed to be locked all day by next week. How was he going to accomplish that if he didn’t train seriously?
Tyler only took a few bites of his dinner. He was seriously overstimulated. And as if on cue, he heard his parents in their bedroom again. They were much louder this time. As if they didn’t even bother closing the door.
Breathing heavy, Tyler took off his clothes and went to his bed. He placed one pillow in between his legs and laid on his stomach. There was no moaning from Mom, no grunting from Dad–no dirty talk. Just the steady sound of Mom’s “ngh-ngh-ngh” and the slapping of sweaty flesh. Dad was pounding her. Tyler humped to the rhythm.
Then, suddenly Mom moaned: “B-breed me…Give me a real kid.”
Tyler paused his humping. His heart sank. Was Mom talking about him? Mom moaned now, the slapping of flesh–dad’s pounding–slowing, deepening his fuck.
Mom started babbling fucktalk as Dad was surely unloading a stream of manly seed into her. The idea that they were including Tyler in their erotic play seemed impossible to him, and yet…did mom not think him a real son? Did she hold the opinion that Dad did that he was a pathetic loser? Or did Dad trick her into saying it? To get back at Tyler. Either way, it was said, and Mom was announcing her orgasm loudly just seconds after saying it and taking Dad’s load.
The realization of it all made Tyler’s face flush deeply. His heart started racing, and he tried to shift his hips on the pillow. But the slight friction of the pillow sent a jolt through Tyler. He hadn’t realized how close he was, or how close he had gotten since his mom started speaking. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit was all that ran through his mind as he turned over on his back. He could feel the cum built up in his balls rushing through to his penis.
Tyler reached around for the key to the cage. It wasn’t there. He saw it resting on the desk next to his computer. It was too late. He was going to cum. Electricity shot through his body. Tyler arched his back, hips lifting off the bed. One long, milky spurt of cum rocketed out of the front of the cage. Tyler’s vision went white. He could feel himself continuing to cum, but it came out in a steady, weak stream, almost like he was pissing himself. Tyler writhed on the bed. He wanted so badly to jerk off; instinctively he reached down and felt the cage, which was covered in cum. The sensation was still pulsing through him, and he knew if he could tug himself just once, the feeling would increase.
Instead he pulled at his balls. It was a tight feeling, but it wasn’t bad. Another stream of cum pulsed out. Chest heaving, Tyler looked down his stomach at the cage. His short fuzzy pubic hair was coated in cum. His penis was aching for more touching. His legs trembled. His mom was rolling into her second orgasm. He smiled slightly.
Caged Tyler was born.
The progression to wearing his cage all day was almost natural to Tyler. He suffered through some uncomfortability whenever he went past six hours, but by the end of the second week, he was wearing it from the moment he woke up until it was time for bed.
If Tyler knew that it took much longer for most people to get used to this kind of lifestyle change, he might have freaked out. But he had nothing to compare it to. And besides, it felt nice not having to worry about his penis. The idea that he had no practical use for it besides peeing was as if he tried to explain breathing. It just made sense.
Tyler was even more excited to try sleeping with the cage on, something he had thought about the moment he went longer than an hour with it on. As he tucked himself into bed–blessedly his parents room wasn’t filled with lewd sounds–Tyler rippled with excitement. It was like trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve. His dreams were restless, his arousal bringing him to images of Julian on all fours, his hands gripping his butt and spreading wide; a tall, shadowed figure looming over Julian; sounds–both thrilling and terrible–encompassed Tyler as he tossed and turned.
When he awoke, Tyler could immediately tell that his crotch was wet. He pulled back the covers and saw a puddle of his own cum. Fresh. Perhaps his orgasm woke him up. He could just barely remember being beneath the tall, dark figure, its face nearly illuminated, before he woke. But instead of thinking about that, he reached for the nearest sock to wipe his cage clean. All memories of the dream forgotten.
Tyler once again came downstairs to his parents embracing. Mom was leaning against the counter, her butt pressing against it, while Dad was leaning into her. Their mouths were connected, kissing between words. Tyler rolled his eyes and ignored them, walking past them to the coffee maker.
“...gonna’ miss you–mmm,” Mom was saying, her lips smacking against Dad’s. “...so, so much.”
“Can’t you stay?” Dad answered back, the sound of his voice gravelly with morning lust.
Tyler sipped his coffee and ignored them, checking his messages. Nothing from Julian. He checked his social media accounts. He was kind of blown by how much attention his posts were getting. On Reddit, he was getting thousands of upvotes. And on Twitter he had over 5k followers! In less than two weeks, Tyler was famous! He smiled to himself.
“...planned for weeks...sister will kill me,” Mom’s voice floated. More kissing. Mom practically moaned.
Tyler looked up from his phone. Dad’s hand was groping Mom’s butt through her pajama bottoms. Mom had her hand on Dad’s head, pulling his face closer (how much closer could they get?) and ran her fingers through his hair. Tyler scoffed openly, knowing they wouldn’t even hear him, and left the kitchen.
Tyler set up his camera and smart lights to record some videos. He made one where he was in his cage, gently slapping his 8-inch dildo onto his cage. He found out about this trend yesterday and was really excited to try it. It kind of hurt him, which made him whimper, but it was oddly satisfying. And he leaked copious amounts of precum all over his cage. He knew this would do numbers.
He had seen videos of locked boys whimpering and moaning as they plapped. Some wore stockings or had a second screen playing porn in the background. Others used different shaped or colored dildos. He wasn’t sure what direction he wanted to go in, but he knew this would suffice for now. He quickly cut it together and made a caption to post along with the video.
The days continued to pass into mid-December. Tyler was finding new wells of excitement in his toys, his cage, and the porn he was making. Though in between these highs, he discovered a lull. Some form of emptiness. Truly, he missed Julian. And so much had happened in the last three weeks that he sometimes forgot that this was all a game. That he and Julian would reunite–soon, surely–and pick up where they left off.
But would they? What was Julian up to? Had he changed? Tyler felt himself changing. Why couldn’t the same be true for his boyfriend? Tyler had surmised that Dad forbade Julian from talking to him. And if that was true, Julian had truly committed to that command. How could that not change a person? After all the intimate, sensual moments Tyler and Julian shared; after the things Julian told him, things that made him feel so special, so incomprehensibly important to another human being–to then just commit so fully to this ruse without a second guess. If Tyler thought about it too long, his stomach turned to acid. He hated how easily Julian succumbed to Dad, no matter how much seeing it made Tyler ache with want. Tyler had surely never invoked that desire in his boyfriend.
Another thought occurred to Tyler: what if Julian was dead? Or kidnapped. It was a thought he tried not to entertain often because it was too awful to endure and also unlikely to have not reached him by now. The first week was the most difficult for this type of fantasy. He played out all the scenarios in which Julian could have been hurt, stuck where nobody could find him. But he would likely be marked missing at least, right? His parents were shit and out of his life, but his roommate? He was a dumb jock that probably didn’t recognize when Julian was gone for days at a time. Julian made fast friends at the movie club; Mason would start to worry. But a week? Anybody could miss a week. Tyler himself had been cooped up for almost a month now, only going outside for the occasional food delivery order.
Who would be the most likely to report someone missing if not for their parents and friends? This was what made him sick most of all. Naturally, a boyfriend would notice first if something was wrong. He would start asking around the second day he hadn’t heard from Julian. And soon he would be making inquiries with the police. What would he tell the police now? “Sorry, office, I didn’t realize my boyfriend was missing because I thought he was ghosting me as some sort of elaborate cucking game with my dad.” No, Tyler would rather listen to his mom call him all the worst names in the world while getting railed by Dad than have to admit that his boyfriend was in danger because he was a, well…insert all the worst names imaginable.
Oh god, Tyler would wish aloud as he thought these things and began spiraling, his heart racing and stomach turning, please be okay, Julian.
And Dad did nothing to ease his anxiety. Whenever they passed each other in the house, and when Dad wasn’t molesting Mom, he was steely. Not angry, but not pleased to see Tyler. Only when Mom was around would he be kind to Tyler, and Mom would fawn over him for being such a loving father. Each time Dad performed one of these deceptions, Tyler desperately wanted to get back to his 8-inch dildo.
Tyler had half a mind to ask him if he’d seen Julian, but he didn’t want to ruin anything that they were planning. Why, he had no idea. If Dad was going to punish Tyler for spying on and getting off to Dad fucking his boyfriend, why would he abate him? But he already knew the answer to that. He did not want to upset Julian, who wanted Dad's cock. And, Tyler was reluctant to admit this to anyone, even Julian, he wanted to find out what Dad was going to do.
Nearing the end of the third week, Tyler had decided to go on a walk. He had been in such a haze, he was starting to lose track of time. It was brisk outside, but luckily he had a scarf to go along with his coat. It had been several days since the first big snowstorm of the season hit. Patches of snow and ice remained on bits of sidewalk and the road, but luckily most of it was cleared by now. It felt good to walk, to feel the faint bask of the sun, to feel how his cheeks flushed against the wind, to feel his heart race as he quickened his pace. Most importantly, he felt his cage rub between his thighs with every step.
His first walk with the cage was going smoothly, but Tyler was getting flustered. Each step away from the house meant longer for him to get back home and fuck himself. And his butt was hungry. He hadn’t realized it until he was waiting for a car to pass so that he could cross the street, but Tyler was horny. He was feeling his cage through his pants absentmindedly and slightly arching his back as he stood there. The roar of the passing car’s engine snapped him back into reality, and he figured to that driver he looked like a twink slut, which made him a little proud.
He half-wondered what it would be like if he put the smaller dildo in to walk around the neighborhood, but he imagined it being too awkward to do. The cage was enough stimulation for him today.
Tyler got home after over an hour of walking. He felt satisfied, heartened, and eager to undress. As he tossed his jacket on the coat rack, he thought about what it would be like to be a bottom slut. To have a “dick appointment,” as it were, waiting for him when he got home. But he would have to settle for the toys, at least for now. Maybe Julian could set him up with a boy that could–
Tyler stopped midway up the stairs.
He had barely taken in the noises coming from Mom and Dad’s room, given how constant they were the last few weeks. But then, he had just remembered he kissed his mom goodbye yesterday morning. She was on a trip to see her sister. Somehow, that felt like several months ago to Tyler.
But still the sounds flitted out of the room and down the hall directly into Tyler’s ears. He felt a chill course through him. Tyler continued up the stairs and down the hall as though he were in a dream. The sounds grew louder.
Familiar grunting. A higher-pitched whining that Tyler couldn’t place. Wet slaps. Tyler tried gulping, but his throat was dry.
“Fuuuck,” Dad could be heard groaning. “You really practiced for this, didn’t you?”
A whiny “Uh-huh,” from a voice Tyler didn’t recognize. It was deeper than Julian’s. It sounded scared and captivated all at the same time.
“What do you call me?” Dad asked. A loud smack and a yelp.
“S-sorry, sir,” said the voice.
Tyler was creeping slower to the door, his heart thundering in his chest. Now all he could hear was the voice whimpering and moaning again while the unmistakable sounds of sex continued. Was Dad having sex with another boy? Was he cheating on Julian? Tyler would later register how he thought of cheating in regards to Julian and Mom. But for now, a blush was creeping up his neck and his cage was starting to tighten.
Tyler’s back was against the wall. The door was cracked several inches, but he didn’t want to look. All these weeks, Tyler never dared spy on his parents. It felt too invasive, too intimate. And he was suspicious that Dad was hoping he would so that he could show off or something. He wanted to defy him. And yet here was another instance, another test. Surely Dad was hoping he’d look this time. How could he not when he didn’t even recognize the sounds of Dad’s latest conquest?
Another loud smack, and then a third voice carried out of the room. And it was like Tyler was lifted to another place. He hadn’t realized he how angelic, how bratty, how perfect his boyfriend’s voice was until he was denied it for nearly a month.
“Mmm, fuck yeah, Daddy,” Julian said. He sounded drunk with lust. “Ruin that pretty boycunt.”
Tyler clutched his chest. He had to look. Had to see it. After all this time? What were the odds that the one time Tyler left the house his boyfriend would show up?
Dad’s thrusting sped up. Now Tyler could hear Julian’s giggling and the occasional “Fuck, that’s hot.” More kissing sounds filled the room, reminding him of his parents. Tyler could feel his precum leaking onto his undies. He wanted to look but was scared. Was he allowed? But then, what was this for? Surely Dad expected him to look at this of all things.
Fuck it, Tyler thought. He took a deep breath and craned his head around, peering into the doorway.
Tyler could not immediately see who Dad was sliding his massive cock into. Their head was bowed toward the bed. But Tyler could tell it was a boy, his semi-flaccid penis was bouncing back and forth as Dad fucked him from behind. Julian was naked on the bed next to the boy, caressing his butt and craning his neck upwards to kiss Dad. He was hungry, much hungrier than Mom had been.
“T-too much!” yelped the boy and he lifted his head up to look back at Dad.
With a shock, Tyler recognized one of his first friends he made at college. Mason’s freckled face was beet red and slick with sweat. He was struggling with Dad’s giant dick, as Tyler would guess any normal person would. But clearly Dad did not care.
“Shut the fuck up!” he bellowed and slapped Mason’s ass hard, eliciting another yelp. Julian was playing with Dad’s hairy chest, pinching and twisting his nipples. Dad did not stop pounding Mason. If anything, he started going harder.
“You wanted this, right?” Dad said angrily. “Wanted my fat dadcock all in you? My stupid son’s friend wanted to be a slut, huh? Well. This. Is. What. You. Fucking. Geeeet!” He punctuated the words with powerful thrusts. Tyler couldn’t tell if Mason was crying or wailing in pleasure. He couldn’t see his face anymore.
“Daddy,” Julian said, his voice barely audible over Mason’s. He tried caressing Dad’s chest again. With a pain somewhere near his heart, Tyler recognized the expression of a lover trying to seduce. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. I need it.”
Dad looked at Julian as though seeing him for the first time despite having his tongue halfway down his throat just a few seconds ago. He slowed down his impossibly brutal pace, which Mason seemed to be grateful for. Mason picked up his head, catching his breath. Dad had all but stopped pounding him now. Julian reached up to kiss him again. Shockingly, Mason started to gently rock his hips back on Dad’s cock.
Just when Tyler thought Dad was going to make out with Julian again, he nearly gasped when Dad instead spit directly into Julian’s face. Julian tried closing his eyes, but it was too late. Clear, foamy saliva coated his boyfriend’s face. But rather than recoil, Julian eagerly used his fingers to scoop up the spit and fed himself, moaning as he sucked on his own fingers.
“Bitch thinks he can get whatever he wants,” Dad growled, still staring down at Julian. He looked so much more powerful than him, and Tyler nearly considered fearing for his boyfriend’s safety. He saw now that there was animosity in Dad’s expression. All the cheeriness, all devoted fatherly acts were gone now. This was pure alpha. And he was not done with his punishment. They stayed locked onto each other’s gaze, Julian and Dad, the seconds of silence expanding across an entire universe. Julian seemed to be begging, submitting, with his eyes. Dad’s expression was much darker.
“Fuck!” Dad gasped suddenly. He turned to Mason and again, who was still steadily rocking back and forth on Dad’s cock. Dad used one strong, beefy hand to push the boy forward and completely off his cock. With a loud, obscene plop of escaping air, Mason moaned and collapsed. “Jesus Christ, kid. Nearly made me cum.”
A muffled “S-sorry” came from the heap of sweaty flesh that was Mason.
Dad turned back to Julian, who never looked away. His massive cocked pointed at his boyfriend, glistening and throbbing. Getting edged by Mason’s hole had his cock practically squirting ropes of precum in Julian’s direction.
“You want this?” Dad gestured down to himself.
Julian nodded eagerly. Tyler’s mouth remained dry. His own penis was aching for release from its cage.
“What will you do?”
“A-anything,” Julian said. He sounded as if his mouth was dry. “I did everything you said. I-I stopped talking to him. I brought you Mason. Everything you asked.”
“Say it then.” Dad said simply, his cock bouncing.
“Say…what?” Julian looked nervous.
“Say you’re done with Tyler. Say he’s a pathetic loser who doesn’t deserve you.”
There was no hesitation. Julian spoke with a fervor as he said, “Tyler is a pathetic loser. I’m done with him, and he never deserved me in the first place!”
Tyler watched in suspended shock as Julian panted, eyes looking up expectantly at Dad. Dad clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Say it to the camera,” Dad said and gestured his head towards the tri-pod set up a couple feet from the end of the bed. How had Tyler not notice that?
Julian turned to face the camera, and he spoke words that cleaved Tyler’s heart into two with such clarity that, if anyone else were watching the scene play out, would have no problem claiming it was a genuine statement.
“Fuck you, Tyler. I want your dad’s beautiful cock, and I’ll do anything to get it. You’re nothing to me. You’re a pathetic loser. And I won’t let you get in my way of getting what I want. We’re done.”
Tyler did his best not to let out a sob. Julian smiled at the camera and turned back to Dad. Dad reached out to hold Julian’s head. It was gentle, but firm. “Good boy,” he said.
Julian finally grasped Dad’s still-throbbing dick and gave it a gentle tug. “Please, can I have it now?” he begged.
Tyler watched as Dad’s gentle caress of Julian’s jaw changed. His hand clenched then moved to Julian’s hair. He yanked Julian’s head into a firmer grip. “You’re a greedy slut,” he growled. “But I’m not done with Tyler’s friend.” Julian whined, whether at the pain of Dad’s grip or from being denied, Tyler couldn’t say. “I’ll let you smell for now–”
The words were barely out of Dad’s mouth when Julian crouched down and pressed his face to Dad’s crotch.
“No mouth!” Dad warned him. Tyler could hear Julian sniffing deeply as he ran his nose across all 11 inches of Dad’s manhood.
“Yeah,” Dad groaned, smiling. “Smell that fuckhole?” Julian moved his face to press against Dad’s massive ballsack. He was nearly obscured by it as he inhaled loudly.
“This is your fault,” Dad continued. “You whored out your boyfriend’s only friend. Well, ex-boyfriend.” Dad chuckled.
Julian simply groaned loudly, possessed by the musk and degradation. “Ohhhhmygodddd, fuck yes.”
Dad yanked him by his hair again, bringing him eye level. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your turn. But this bitch is getting my first load.” He jerked his head behind at Mason, who was still laying there as if dazed.
With immense strength and ease, Dad lifted Mason, who gasped at the sudden change of position, and laid down on his back. Now Mason was hovering over Dad, whose cock was pointing directly up at Mason’s cute, pale butt.
“Oh,” said Mason softly, looking down. And without hesitation, Mason began to slowly lower himself onto Dad. Hissing at the first few inches, Mason was at the base within seconds, sighing in satisfaction. His entire body shook, and Tyler saw with another surprise that Mason was cumming handsfree, spurts erupting out of his semi-hard penis.
“Fffuuu–” Mason was moaning, but even that was interrupted by Dad, who gripped Mason’s thin waist and picked him up. Mason slid to the tip of Dad’s cock and was slammed back down to the base. Mason yelped. Dad repeated the process again. Tyler watched Julian watch in awe as Dad treated their friend like a human fleshlight.
Dad kept fucking Mason like that, both of them exchanging grunts and moans like they were drunk off each others’ bodies. Tyler could tell by Julian’s expression that he was hungry for what Mason was getting, jealous even. Tyler’s heart sank.
“So fucking tight,” Dad grunted. Mason had now gained enough resolve to ride the giant dadcock, with the help of Dad’s strong arms.
“Mmm,” Mason moaned. He put one finger into his mouth, biting on the tip. He looked back at Dad, who was sweating, focused on a building climax. With the sluttiest voice Tyler ever heard Mason deliver, he looked Dad in the eyes and spoke: “Get me pregnant, Dad.”
Dad, not Daddy. Tyler was out of breath. He might as well have sprinted an entire marathon without training for it. He was watching his Dad fucking his best friend. Well, as close to a best friend as Tyler ever had. And that best friend wanted his dad to breed him! Tyler was seconds away from ripping off his pants and unlocking himself.
Dad did not need telling twice. With the force of a burly lumberjack, he began guiding Mason to the tip of his cock and then slamming him back to the base. Mason gave a pathetic, whimpering moan each time Dad did so. Dad kept repeating this motion, groaning and mumbling about “this fucking cunt,” steadily increasing his pace.
A minute went by, two, three. Pounding and more aggressive, powerful pounding. Tyler thought Mason looked like he was going to pass out. His face was red, his eyes kept lolling in the back of his head with each heave. His mouth was slightly agape. Tyler noticed that Julian was caressing one of Dad’s hairy tree trunk legs fondly, watching the scene in admiration.
Mason’s penis was also flailing about, soft and small, but Tyler could tell when fully hard, he was probably still bigger than his own. Tyler could feel himself leaking, lubricating his cage and making his legs grow weak.
Just as Tyler could feel his knees start to buckle, his will to remain hidden breaking with each second, he heard Mason give a shuddering wail.
“Fuck!” he yelped, his voice high and sharp.
It quickly became apparent to Tyler what was happening. He could see Mason’s penis, flopping up and down, begin to dribble out cum, which flew across the room with the energy of Dad’s violent fucking. Mason was cumming hands-free and soft, yet again. It crystalized in Tyler’s mind now what he was feeling most. Not lust, or humiliation, or pain–all of which were flooding his mind. But that was not the most powerful emotion, and he hated how clear it was to him that what raged through him most was pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Not knowing, or caring for that matter, that his son was witnessing this massive betrayal, Dad made a sudden grunting sound. Evidently, Mason’s orgasm was triggering Dad’s, and he stopped slamming the boy up and down his massive cock and instead held him at the base. Mason twitched and shivered as Dad unloaded his virile seed deep into his stomach.
“Goddd,” he groaned. “Take this load bitch. That’s a gooood fucking slut.”
Dad was bucking his hips slightly into Mason’s butt, surely punctuating each rope of cum shooting into him.
“Mmm, yeah breed him, Daddy,” Julian cooed.
Julian scooted closer and placed a hand on Mason’s head. Mason focused on Julian. Tyler nearly gasped as he watched his boyfriend kiss his best friend. Their tongues wrestled. Tyler could see how they exchanged spit, their lips glistening from it. They moaned into each other’s mouths.
Tyler wanted to cry. To stamp his foot and shout. Fuck you! he thought angrily, tears welling in his eyes now. Fuck all of you! I waited, and this is what I get? He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, despite it all being so believable. Of course Dad would do this. He’s an asshole, a jerk, a piece of shit father. He hated Tyler, never even wanted him as a son. And he’d started planting the seed in Mom’s head now too.
And Julian…why should he be surprised? From the very beginning, he was unfaithful to Tyler. He could see now this was all a ruse. He should have never accepted his apology the first time it happened. Of course Julian wasn’t “playing the long game” by ignoring his boyfriend for nearly a month. He just wanted Dad’s dick! That’s all this was ever about!
Tyler was breathing heavy again, but not from overwhelming horniness. He was pissed. Pissed at them, but also pissed at himself, for letting this continue, for thinking they would change. But more importantly, he was angry that despite all of these thoughts running through his head, all Tyler wanted right now was to feel Dad. To taste him. To experience the wet warmth of his own father’s seed. And yet he knew it was right to watch. It was clear that Julian and Mason were better at pleasing Dad than he ever could be. His dildos were no match for that behemoth lodged deep inside Mason. And somehow that made him even weaker in the knees, his penis leaking even more profusely through his cage. Seeing his dad use and abuse the twinks in his life with no regard for his own–and seemingly their–feelings made Tyler indescribably horny. What the fuck is wrong with me?
As if these thoughts had become so loud that they could be heard, Dad’s head shifted slightly. He was looking directly at Tyler through the crack of the door.
Tyler gulped. He wanted to bolt. To go into his room and cry and punch his pillow, embarrassed at finally being noticed. But he stood rooted to the spot. Dad didn’t look away. Mason and Julian were still kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.
Finally, Dad picked up Mason and lifted him off his dick. Tyler was amazed to see that Dad’s cock was still hard, pointing up and throbbing lazily in the air. Dad set Mason down beside him.
“You wanted my load, well you can have it out of him,” Dad said.
“But…” Julian started, looking at Dad with puppy dog eyes.
Dad grinned and grabbed Julian by the chin softly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Like I said, you’ll get plenty of it from the source. But I’ve got to take care of something first. So eat up.”
Dad leaned in and planted his big, strong, juicy lips onto Julian’s soft, delicate ones and kissed deeply. Tyler could tell he took the breath away from Julian momentarily. When they released, Julian automatically turned to Mason, who was laying on his back, and got between his legs.
Tyler almost didn’t notice Dad sliding off the bed and stomping towards him. When he got to the crack of the door, he could feel the heat radiating off of him. And he could smell the sweat. Dad towered over him. He didn’t want to look Dad in the eyes. Instead, he looked down and was met with another formidable sight. Dad’s dick was hard, throbbing and pointing all 11 inches at him. He could see the glistening shine of spit, sweat, and Mason’s ass juices up close now. It looked so good. Tyler was wondering what it tasted like when Dad spoke in a grumbling whisper.
“This is what you get for fucking with me, you understand?” He eyed Tyler with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. “Any brat you ever meet, fall in love with, have a crush on? They’re mine.”
Tyler stared up at his dad. Dad leaned in a little closer. He could smell the musk emanating from him.
“See them?” Dad asked, jerking his head behind himself. Julian’s back was arched, his butt poking in the air while his head bobbed up and down eagerly between Mason’s soft, pale thighs, making loud slurping sounds. He was likely still cleaning up his used hole and not sucking his dick, but Tyler couldn’t tell. Mason was moaning and running his hands through Julian’s hair. “I fucking own them,” he said. “They’ll do whatever I say for this.” Dad gestured down, and despite his best efforts, Tyler looked down too. Dad’s cock gave an ominous throb.
Tyler wanted to punch his dad. He looked back up at him and scowled. Dad merely smirked and opened the door some more. He stepped closer to Tyler. Feeling brave, Tyler didn’t step back.
Unfortunately this meant that Dad’s giant dick was poking Tyler directly into the lower part of his stomach. Tyler gasped. Dad kept taunting him.
“But don’t worry,” he said, his teeth showing in his leer. “I’m recording all this, so you can watch it later.”
Before Tyler could even process these words, Dad was already stepping back into the room, slamming the door, which was inches away from Tyler’s face.
“Alright,” Dad’s voice could be heard, muffled through the door. “Time to wreck this fuckhole…damn I missed it.”
Tyler turned and darted to his room. He too slammed his door, but with a less satisfying sound, and threw himself onto the bed.
The sobbing felt good, like a release. But it wasn’t louder than Julian’s moaning. Wasn’t louder than the wet sounds of flesh slapping together during sex. And so, Tyler stopped his sobbing. He turned over on his back and hastily slid off his pants. He had to stop himself several times while unlocking his cage so that he wouldn’t cum. He hated how good it felt to simply unlock the latch.
When he was released his penis was half-hard. With two fingers he started to stroke it.
“Oh god,” Tyler whimpered as his fingers moved frantically up and down, the sensation driving him insane. For weeks he had heard these sounds coming from his parents’ bedroom. But now they had a different tenor to them, more provocative, more painful to listen to.
It didn’t take long. Within seconds, Tyler felt the point of no return. With silent sobs, and tears streaming down his cheeks, he came to the sounds of his father taking what was rightfully his.
To be continued…
Omg, the penultimate! And a Tyler-only chapter to boot! I wonder what's going on in Julian and Dad's heads...
If you're still reading this a billion years after the last chapter, well, thank you. I hope it was worth the wait! I know I keep saying it, but I'm really sorry for so many delays. Life has an annoying habit of getting in the way, and as always I want the story to be good, not simply published. To all of you that reached out, thank you. I love hearing what you think and talking through ideas. I had much meaner and more devastating versions of this chapter for poor, old Tyler. So if you think this was mean, just know he got off easy ;)
The next chapter will be the finale! I have plans to continue my Dumb Hung Jock series, so if you like a more light heartened, porno-style story, stay tuned for that. Also, I'm going to try and finish my Two Married Men story since it will be right around Christmas (funny how that works out lol). I've got other ideas for some one-off stories too, so if you want to bounce off ideas, you know where to find me!
Happy holidays!
~JG
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