The kitchen's stark fluorescent lighting pierced through the early morning haze as Blake stumbled in, his eyes glazed over and his breathing ragged. The scent of sex still lingered on him, a heady cocktail of musk and sweat that seemed to cling to his skin like a second layer. His body still recovering from the gang-bang yesterday in front of his dad. Blake couldn’t believe it was all out there now and his dad had seen this side of him. He didn’t know what he was going to say or do.
His dad, David, was standing by the sink, his back to Blake, his posture rigid as he scrubbed a frying pan with a brush. The tension in the air was palpable, thick and heavy like a fog that neither of them could navigate through.
Blake's legs felt like gelatin, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his father's judgmental silence. His skin was sticky with the remnants of last night's escapades, a constant reminder of the carnality that had unfolded before his father's eyes.
"Dad?" he ventured, his voice a mere whisper. The bristles of the brush stopped their dance against the metal, and the kitchen grew even quieter. David's reflection in the kitchen window offered no clue to the storm of emotions he must be feeling.
Slowly, David turned around, his eyes searching Blake's, a tapestry of pain and confusion weaving through his gaze. He took a step closer, the silence stretching taut between them. "How are you?" he finally asked, his voice hoarse, as if it had been scraped over gravel.
Blake took a tentative sip of his coffee, the scalding liquid searing a path down his throat, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled in his chest. He swallowed hard before responding, "I'm...okay, I guess." His voice was small, barely a murmur, as he avoided his father's eyes. The weight of David's gaze was like a physical touch, probing and searching for answers that Blake didn't have.
Then, as if summoned by the very awkwardness of the moment, Larry, David's brother-in-law, barged into the kitchen, his laughter echoing off the tiles. "Well, well, well," he guffawed, slapping a hand against his thigh, "So David, did you enjoy the show Blake put on for everyone yesterday. It sure seemed like you couldn’t take your eyes off of it!" His eyes danced with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked between the two men. The silence that had been so heavy just moments before was now shattered by his crude jest.
Blake's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat from his face radiating down his neck and into his chest. His hand tightened around the coffee mug, the porcelain groaning under his grip. He couldn’t believe Larry would bring this up right now, or that he would be so callous about it. David's posture stiffened even further.
"Larry," David began, his voice a warning growl, "That's not something to joke about." But Larry's laughter didn't abate. He sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it with a cocky smirk.
"Come on, David," Larry said, his eyes glinting, "You've got to admit, it was pretty hot. Your boy here really knows how to handle himself." The leer in his voice made Blake's skin crawl, and the way he licked his lips was a blatant invitation for more.
Larry's smirk grew wider, looking at Blake he asked. "How does it feel to know that your daddy now knows what a big, eager cock slut you are?" He emphasized the last words, drawing them out like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the distress he could see flitting across Blake's features.
The room went silent, the only sound the steady drip of the faucet, a metronome counting the seconds of Larry's audacity. The air grew colder, and it felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out, leaving only a vacuum of tension in its wake. Blake's eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
"Larry," Blake's voice was a low growl, "Keep your fat, ugly, old mouth shut." The words were a knife, slicing through the room's thick tension. Larry's laughter choked off abruptly, his smug expression frozen on his face like a statue caught mid-guffaw. The words hung in the air, sharp and jagged, a challenge that neither of them had anticipated.
Larry's eyes narrowed, the humor draining from them like the last drops of a dirty joke. He took a step forward, his bulk seeming to expand with the sudden shift in power dynamics. "What did you just say to me, boy?" His voice was a rumble, deep and threatening.
Blake felt the sting before he saw it coming, Larry's hand flashing through the air like a snake striking its prey. The impact sent him reeling, coffee spilling from his mug and scalding his hand as it shattered on the floor. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, his cheek burning with the imprint of Larry's hand. The pain was a sudden, sharp slap that brought the reality of the situation into stark focus.
David's eyes went wide with shock, the frying pan clattering to the floor as he took a step towards them. "What the hell, Larry?" His voice was a roar, a furious blend of anger and disbelief. But Larry wasn't done. He took another step closer to Blake, his hand curling into a fist once more.
"You see this?" Larry said, gesturing to Blake, who was now cowering slightly, his hand cupped over his bruised cheek. "This is what happens when you don't keep your mouth shut, boy. Now, get down on your knees and apologize to me for being such a disobedient little whore."
The words hit Blake like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of him. His eyes watered, but not from the pain. It was the humiliation that stung the most, the feeling of being reduced to nothing but a toy for others' amusement. He looked up at his father, searching for any sign of support or understanding, but all he found was a furrowed brow and a tightly clenched jaw.
With trembling legs, Blake sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving Larry's, a silent rebellion against the order given. His hand fumbled with the button of Larry’s pants, his fingers slipping and clumsy with fear. He could feel Larry's eyes on him, watching with a sadistic glee as he struggled to free his cock.
The fabric of Larry's pants was rough against his skin, the denim scraping against his cheek as he finally managed to pull them down, revealing Larry's thick, erect member. The head was already glistening with pre-cum, a bead of it forming at the tip and then sliding down the shaft like a tiny, viscous waterfall. The heat of it was almost overwhelming, the stark contrast to the cold kitchen floor beneath his knees making him shiver.
As Blake tentatively took Larry into his mouth, the taste of him was familiar, yet alien, a flavor that haunted his dreams and filled his mind with images of submission and degradation. Each bob of his head sent a thrill through his body, a heady mix of power and powerlessness that made his own cock stir to life despite his better judgment.
Larry's girth stretched his lips, the salty tang of his arousal coating Blake's tongue. He could feel Larry's hand on the back of his head, guiding him, controlling him, the grip tightening and loosening in a silent rhythm that matched the pulse of his own racing heart. The sounds of Larry's pleasure filled the kitchen, his grunts and groans a symphony of satisfaction that Blake found both repulsive and oddly gratifying.
But it was David's reaction that Blake was most acutely aware of. His father's eyes were a maelstrom of emotions, the lines on his face deepening with each gasp that Larry emitted. Larry, the obnoxious spectator, chuckled and said, "Look at him, David, your boy just can't get enough cock, can he?" The words were a dagger twisted in the wound of Blake's pride, a declaration that he was nothing but a whore, craving the touch of any man who deigned to give it to him.
Larry's hand on the back of his head grew more forceful, pushing him deeper, making him gag. The smell of sex from the night before mingled with the scent of Larry's crotch, a heady aroma that seemed to fill Blake's nostrils and cloud his mind. His eyes watered, not just from the pain, but from the sheer intensity of the situation. He could feel Larry's thigh muscles tightening, his balls drawing up, a sign that he was close.
And then, just as suddenly as it had all begun, Larry pulled out, his cock slipping from Blake's mouth with a wet pop. "On your feet," Larry barked, his voice thick with lust, "I want to see what else you've got to offer." The command was like a slap, jolting Blake out of his haze. He staggered to his feet, his knees still trembling from the effort of staying upright.
The kitchen was a blur of cold white and steel, the light glinting off the countertops and appliances as he stood there, unsure of what to do next. His heart was racing, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The scent of coffee and shattered porcelain mingled with the musky aroma of Larry's desire, creating a cacophony of sensations that was both terrifying and arousing.
Larry's eyes never left him, his gaze a laser beam that burned into Blake's soul, demanding obedience. “Well go on, show me what else you have to offer for your disobedience, whore” Larry yelled. With trembling fingers, Blake began to strip, peeling off the layers of his clothes, each piece revealing more of his vulnerable flesh. His shirt was the first to go, the fabric sticking to his sweaty skin, making it difficult to remove. The fabric whispered against his nipples, hardened into tight peaks from the cold and the anticipation.
Next, Blake's pants hit the floor, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. His cock strained against the fabric, begging for release, a traitor to his own sense of dignity. The elastic band of his briefs dug into his hips, a silent protest to what was about to happen next. He stepped out of his pants, standing there in nothing but his underwear, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
David's gaze was a mix of horror and fascination, his eyes flickering from his son's naked form to Larry's smug face. It was as if he couldn't decide whether to look away or to watch, transfixed by the scene unfolding before him. Larry's eyes raked over Blake's body, a sneer curling his lip as he took in every inch of Blake’s exposed flesh. The air in the room was charged with a mix of arousal and animosity, a dangerous cocktail that had the potential to explode at any moment.
"Face away from us, slut," Larry said, his voice a gruff command. Blake's cheeks burned with humiliation as he slowly turned, his eyes filling with tears. He could feel his father's gaze on his back, the weight of his stare like a physical force pressing down on his shoulders. Larry stepped closer, his meaty hand reaching out to cup Blake's ass, his fingers digging in like claws. The fabric of Blake's underwear was rough against his skin, a constant reminder of his vulnerability.
With a vicious tug, Larry yanked the underwear down, the elastic snapping against Blake's skin like a whip. The cold air kissed his bare ass cheeks, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. The cotton pooled around his ankles, leaving him exposed and open, his legs shaking as he tried to maintain his balance. He could feel Larry's breath on his back, hot and ragged, as the man took in the sight of Blake’s most intimate area. The anticipation was a living thing, coiling in his stomach like a serpent waiting to strike.
"Spread 'em," Larry ordered, his voice thick with lust. Blake's fingers trembled as he reached behind him, gripping the flesh of his ass and pulling it apart, exposing his pink, puckered hole to the room. The sensation was strange and mortifying, a feeling of complete and utter exposure that made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He could feel the cool draft of the kitchen breeze against his opening, sending a shiver up his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.
“Take a look at that sweet hole, David. Trust me, it’s feels fucking amazing sinking into it” Larry said. David's breath hitched, his eyes wide and horrified as he took in the sight of his son bend over ass spread and his hole winking at both Larry and him. Larry stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, jutting out like an accusatory finger. His hand reached out, the roughness of his calloused fingertips brushing against Blake's skin as he traced the line of his ass crack.
"Look at this," Larry said, his voice thick with lust, "Such a pretty little hole you've got here, Blake. Your daddy must be so proud." The words were a sneer, a taunt that sent a bolt of rage through Blake's body. He clenched his fists at his sides, the muscles in his arms standing out in stark relief as he fought the urge to turn around and punch Larry in the face.
But he didn't move. He remained frozen, his cheek still stinging from the slap, his ass spread wide open for Larry and his father's inspection. The coldness of the floor was seeping into his bones, making him feel like a statue on display for the amusement of the two men he was supposed to trust. The silence was a living entity, wrapping around him like a second skin, suffocating him with its weight.
Then, without warning, Larry's hand left his ass. Blake heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled, the harsh metallic clank echoing through the kitchen like a gunshot. His heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears like the tick of a time bomb. He knew what was coming next, had felt it in the way Larry's gaze had lingered on his exposed hole.
Larry's gaze turned back to David's as he spoke, the challenge clear. "Get down here and prep your boy or I'll just take him raw with no prep.”
David's eyes grew wide, a mix of shock and horror playing across his face. “I can’t Larry” David replied. Laughing Larry said “You either prep this sweet fucking hole or I’ll take it now and Blake won’t enjoy that”. He looked at Blake's trembling form, the blush of shame that painted his son's cheeks, and something inside of him snapped. It was as if the very fabric of his being had been shredded, revealing a side of himself he didn't know existed.
Blake felt the warmth of his father's breath on the back of his neck, his heart racing as he waited for the inevitable. “I’m sorry Blake” David said. Then Blake felt David's hand reach out, tentatively touching the soft, plump flesh of his son's ass. The touch was feather-light at first, as if he was afraid to break the delicate spell that had been cast over them. But as the seconds ticked by, David’s own desires grew stronger, his fingers digging in, kneading and caressing in a silent declaration of ownership.
The intimate touch was a betrayal of everything Blake had ever known, a line that should have never been crossed. Yet, in the face of Larry's cruel taunts, there was something almost...comforting about it. It was as if his father's hands were trying to claim him, to mark him as his own, to protect him from the vile intentions of the man who loomed behind them.
David's hand grew bolder, his fingers sliding down the cleft of Blake's ass to circle his tight hole. Blake gasped, his body responding despite the horror of the situation. It was wrong, so very wrong, but the feeling was undeniable, a dark thrill that made his blood race and his cock throb. His father's touch was gentle at first, exploratory, as if he was trying to remember what it felt like to touch someone he hadn't seen in years. But as he grew more confident, his fingers grew more insistent, pressing and prodding, coaxing the tight muscles to relax.
And then, without warning, David's tongue was there, replacing his fingers. The sensation was like a bolt of lightning, a jolt of pure, white-hot pleasure that made Blake's knees buckle. He had to grip the countertop to stay upright, his breath coming in ragged gasps as David's tongue slid over his anus, tracing the edge of the hole, teasing and taunting it open. The roughness of the kitchen counter dug into his palms as he held on for dear life, his body a writhing mass of nerves and sensations.
The warm, wet muscle of David's tongue pushed into him, the sensation so alien yet so utterly consuming that Blake could barely think. The initial shock gave way to something more primal, his body responding to the intrusion with a mix of pain and pleasure that had him biting his lip to stifle his moans. He could feel the tip of his father's tongue exploring his depths, the wetness spreading him open like a blooming flower. The pressure grew stronger, the probing more insistent, until he was sure he would split in two from the intensity.
And all the while, Larry's lewd comments continued, his chuckles echoing in the kitchen like the laughter of a sadistic puppet master enjoying his twisted show. "Look at that, David," Larry sneered, "Your boy's loving it. He's always had a taste for the forbidden, hasn't he?"
The words cut through Blake like a serrated knife, his cheeks flushing with a mix of humiliation and anger. He bit down on his lip so hard he tasted copper, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feel of his father's tongue instead of the horror of Larry's voice. The sensation grew more intense as David's tongue swirled and delved deeper.
"Mmm, David," Larry taunted, his voice thick with arousal, "How does your boy's pussy taste? Tell me, does it taste like sweet sin or is it just a dirty little hole?"
The question hung in the air, a blatant challenge that David couldn't ignore. His face contorted with a mix of revulsion and a strange, twisted curiosity. He knew he should stop, that this was wrong on every conceivable level, but something within him was drawn to the dark allure of the act. The tip of his tongue traced the edge of Blake's asshole, the salty musk of his son's body. It was a flavor that was both repulsive and addictive, a taste that spoke of taboos and desires that should never be voiced.
The silence grew heavier, Larry's question echoing in the kitchen like a bell tolling for their shattered innocence. David took a deep breath, the scent of Larry's sweat and lust thick in the air, and then plunged his tongue into the tight, clenching ring of muscle. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced, a blend of heat and resistance that made his cock throb with a hunger that was almost painful. The walls of Blake's ass were velvety soft, the slickness of his own saliva making it easy to slide in and out, exploring the uncharted depths of his son's most intimate space.
Blake's body reacted against his will, his ass pushing back against David's invading tongue, his breath coming in sharp gasps. The sensation was wrong, so wrong, yet it sent waves of pleasure through him, a siren's call that he couldn't resist. His cock was rock-hard, his balls drawn up tight, begging for release. He could feel Larry's eyes on him, watching his every move, his every reaction, a silent testament to his newfound role as a sex toy for the man's twisted amusement.
Then, as if the moment couldn't get any more surreal, Larry started removing all his clothes. The sound of fabric hitting the floor filled the room. Larry's clothes fell to the floor in a pile of discarded fabric, revealing his bulging gut and thick, hairy thighs. His cock was fully erect, a monstrous beacon.
Larry yanked David off Blake, David stumbling back with a look of shock and disgust. "Times up," Larry sneered, "Now it's mine." He grabbed Blake by the hips and brought Blake’s right leg up and bent on the table causing Blake’s his ass to be presented to the room.
With a sadistic glint in his eye, Larry lined his cock up to Blake’s stretched hole. The head of his erection, slick with pre-cum, pressed against the tender flesh, making Blake's eyes water in anticipation of the pain that was to come. Larry's grin grew wider as he saw the fear and arousal in Blake's eyes, the power of the situation going to his head like a fine wine. With one swift, brutal thrust, Larry buried himself to the hilt in Blake's ass, causing the table to shudder and a sharp cry to rip from the young man's throat.
The pain was unlike anything Blake had ever felt before, a white-hot fire that seemed to consume him from the inside out. His body rebelled, trying to close around the invasive presence, but Larry's grip on his hips was like a vise, holding him in place as he began to pump in and out with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was relentless. Each thrust sent shockwaves through Blake's body, the pain giving way to a strange, twisted pleasure that had him biting his lip to keep from screaming out.
The table groaned in protest, the legs scraping against the tile floor with each violent thrust. The screech was a symphony of pain and pleasure, a cacophony that seemed to resonate through the very core of Blake's being. The coldness of the kitchen was forgotten, replaced by the heat of Larry's body against his, the stickiness of their combined sweat making their skin stick together.
Larry's hands were like claws, digging into Blake's hips as he pounded into him, his breath hot and ragged in his ear. Each stroke was a declaration of victory, a claim of dominance that Blake could feel deep within his soul. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the unforgiving wood of the table, the friction sending sparks of sensation up his spine. He could feel the muscles in his ass spasming around Larry's thick cock, trying to expel the intrusion even as his body begged for more.
And then, the sound of footsteps on the stairs, a sudden crescendo that pierced the cocoon of depravity they had wrapped themselves in. The men froze, their eyes locked on the doorway as the figure of Mark, David's husband and Larry’s brother, appeared, his face a mask of delight and hunger . "What the fuck is going on here?"
Mark's eyes darted from Larry's cock, buried deep in Blake's ass, to David's horrified expression. His grin grew wider, the gleam in his eyes a mirror to Larry's own. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice thick with desire, "Looks like my stepson couldn’t go one day without cock."
David, Blake's dad, was rooted to the spot in the corner of the kitchen, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He should have felt repulsed, but instead, he was captivated, his own arousal growing with every passing second. The sight of his son, usually so reserved and obedient, writhing under Larry's brutal touch was a perverse thrill that he had never imagined he would witness. The illicit nature of what he was watching only served to fuel his own desires, and he found his hand slowly making its way down to his crotch.
The room was filled with the sound of Larry's grunts and the slap of skin as he continued to pound into Blake, who was now whimpering and begging for more, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
As Larry's rhythm grew more frenzied, David's grip on his cock tightened in the corner of the room. The sight of his son being taken so roughly by his husbands brother was an intoxicating mix of horror and desire that he couldn't look away from. His own breathing grew ragged as he watched Larry's muscles tense and release, each thrust a silent declaration of power over the younger man's body.
Mark, sauntered over to David, whose hand was still wrapped around his own cock. He leaned in, whispering in a loud voice so everyone could hear him, "Isn't it hot watching Blake take it like that? He's such a whore for it, have you tried your son’s prime pussy yet?”. His hand ghosted over David's erection, stroking it gently. David looked at his husband and shook his hand, saying no in a low voice. Larry started laughing, “He wants to though, you should have seen him open Blake’s sweet hole up for me with his tongue, I had to practically yank him off his son”. Mark face went crimson from embarrassment and he couldn’t deny that he loved rimming Blake.
Mark’s touch was electric, sending shivers down David's spine. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events, but the forbidden thrill of it all was too much to resist. He looked over at Blake, his eyes glazed with pleasure as Larry claimed him, and felt a strange sense of pride mixed with the guilt. His own desires were laid bare.
Mark’s hand moved in a steady, tantalizing rhythm along David's shaft, his thumb circling the sensitive head. "Look at him," Mark whispered, his breath hot against David's ear, "He's taking it like a champ. Just like the slut he is." His voice was filled with a dark excitement that seemed to echo the pulsing beat of David's heart.
The room was a symphony of pleasure and pain, each gasp and groan from the table a note that resonated through the air. Larry’s hips slammed against Blake's ass with the force of a piston, the sound of their flesh coming together a crescendo that seemed to build with every stroke. Then, with a final roar, Larry buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he released a torrent of cum deep within Blake. Blake's body convulsed around him, his orgasm triggered by the intense sensation of Larry's climax, and he screamed out his release, the sound a raw, primal cry that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house.
The sudden burst of activity seemed to bring David out of his daze, and he realized that Mark's hand had been guiding his own strokes all along. The weight of the situation crashed down upon him. He couldn't help but look at the scene before him with a mix of horror and arousal. The sight of Larry's cock, still hard and slick with his cum, as it slid out of his son's stretched hole was almost too much to bear.
Mark, seemingly unfazed by the taboo nature of the scene, gave David’s cock a final stroke before releasing it. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving his husbands face. "Watch this," he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice.
With a predatory grace, Mark walked over to Blake, who was still lying draped over the table, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He yanked Blake's head up by the hair, causing his muscled ass to jiggle invitingly. The boy's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed with lust and pleasure. "Look what we have here," Mark purred, his hand coming down in a sharp smack on one firm cheek. The sound echoed in the room, and Blake gasped, his body jolting in response.
"You're such a slut, aren't you?" Mark said, spanking him again, watching as the red handprint bloomed on Blake's pale skin. "You just can't get enough, can you?" Each smack was accompanied by a twisted smile, as if he were praising a pet for a trick well done. Blake's breath hitched, his eyes flying open in surprise at the sudden pain, but the sting only served to heighten his arousal.
Blake's cheeks burned, not just from the sting of Mark's hand, but also from the embarrassment of being used like this and loving it in front of his dad. Yet, he found himself unable to protest, the words lodged in his throat like a knot of desire. His body responded to the humiliation with a fresh wave of need, his cock growing even harder against the rough wood of the table.
Mark stepped back and admired his handiwork, his eyes raking over Blake's exposed and vulnerable form. "Daddy's little slut," he murmured, before giving Blake's ass one last hard smack. Then, with a wicked smile, he yanked Blake off the table, his body a ragdoll in Mark's powerful grip. He tossed Blake to the floor in front of David, the impact jarring, but the pain only served to heighten Blake's arousal.
As Blake lay there, panting and trembling, Mark began to step out of his clothes. "You're going to show your daddy all the talents I taught you," Mark said, his voice a dark promise.
David's eyes were glued to the scene before him, his hand still hovering over his cock, unsure of what to do next. He watched as Mark grabbed Blake's chin, forcing the boy to look up at him. "You're going to suck your daddy's cock like the good little whore you are," Mark instructed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
David's mind was racing, trying to reconcile the reality of what he was seeing with the fatherly love he felt for Blake. But the sight of his son, so wanton and needy, was like a siren's call he couldn't ignore. He took a step back, intending to leave, but Mark's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. "No, David," he said, his voice low and firm, "you're not going anywhere. You've wanted this for too long."
“Open your mouth whore”, Mark said. With a sudden jerk, Mark pushed Blake's head down on David’s cock, which was now standing at full attention. Blake's eyes widened in shock and fear, but he didn't resist. He opened his mouth wider and took his father's cock inside, his eyes never leaving Mark's. The taste was foreign, but the situation was not entirely unfamiliar. Mark had been coaching him, pushing him to explore his boundaries for a while now.
David watched in a mix of horror and fascination as Blake took him in, his cock disappearing down the boy's throat with an ease that spoke of practice. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of wrongness and desire that only made him harder. He tried to pull away, to stop this twisted game, but Mark's grip on Blake's head was unyielding.
"That's it," Mark growled, "Take it all, just like you do for me." His hand remained firm on the back of Blake's head, pushing him down until he could no longer see his husband’s cock. David's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure overwhelming his senses. He had never felt anything like this before, the power and the forbidden nature of the act sending shockwaves through his body.
Mark chuckled, watching the struggle on David's face, his own erection pulsing in anticipation. "You're going to love this," he assured him, his voice thick with lust. "Just let go and enjoy it."
Blake's eyes watered as he fought to breathe around the thick shaft, his nose pressed into David's pubic hair. Each time Mark pushed him down, the pressure built in his chest until he thought he might pass out, but he couldn't deny the thrill of it all. His own cock was rock hard, bobbing against the floor as he worked his dad's cock.
And then, with a slick sound, Mark's cock was there, pushing against his already abused hole. The sudden fullness made Blake's eyes go wide, and a muffled cry of surprise and pain slipped around David's cock. But it was quickly swallowed by another wave of pleasure as Mark began to move, his hips rocking in time with the rhythm that Mark had set.
Mark’s cock slid in easily, lubricated by Larry’s cum and Blake’s own arousal. He groaned as he felt the head breach his entrance, the pressure building until he was fully sheathed in the younger man’s tight heat. He grabbed Blake’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to thrust in a steady, measured pace. Each time he pushed in, Blake was forced further down on David’s cock, creating a delicious friction that had all three men groaning in unison.
David’s eyes were wide with shock and arousal, watching his own son’s face contorted in pleasure as he serviced him. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but his body was responding in a way that was far beyond his control. The sight of Mark’s old, fat form moving behind a stud like Blake, the sound of their flesh slapping together, was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was like watching a scene from a pornographic film, except it was happening right in front of him and he was a willing participant.
The pressure grew as Mark’s strokes grew more powerful, his movements punctuating the air with a rhythmic thud. David felt the tension in his balls coiling tighter and tighter, his cock pulsing in Blake’s mouth. Then, as if on cue, both men reached their peak. Larry’s cock swelled within Blake’s ass, his warm seed flooding the boy’s insides. At the same time, David’s cock spasmed, and he released his load down his son’s throat, filling his mouth with his cum.
Blake's body was a canvas of sensation, painted with the strokes of Larry and Mark's cocks, the taste of his father's cum on his tongue, and the overwhelming feeling of being used by these two men. His own orgasm ripped through him, his body shaking violently as he came, his cum mixing with the saliva and pre-cum on the floor beneath him.
A chuckle sounded from above and Mark said “Don’t think this is over boy, your daddy needs to sample that pussy. Get your lazy fat ass up and take care of your dad”. Mark then looked over at David and said “Babe, sit down on the chair and let your son show you what I’ve taught him about respect.”
Blake stood trembling, his knees slightly shaking as he approached the chair where his father, David, currently sat, his own arousal evident. His heart raced in a mix of fear and excitement as he looked at his uncle, whose face was a picture of twisted pleasure as he watched the unfolding scene. Mark, his stepdad, gave him a firm pat on the back, pushing him gently towards the chair. "Go on, boy," Mark urged, his voice gruff, "Your daddy's been waiting for this."
Swallowing hard, Blake did as he was told, his thoughts racing as he straddled David's lap. The feeling of his father's cock pressing against his tight hole sent a jolt of electricity through his body, and he couldn't help but moan in anticipation. He felt his father's hands grip his hips firmly, guiding him down onto the thick shaft.
With a gasp, Blake began to lower himself, feeling the head of David's cock breach his entrance before sinking in deep. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his head spin.
David, unable to hold back any longer, started to lift Blake up and down on his cock, his hands grabbing and squeezing Blake's big, firm ass. He spread the cheeks wide, watching as his length disappeared into the tight, velvety warmth of his son's body.
"Oh, fuck, daddy," Blake moaned, his body moving in rhythm with David's thrusts. The sensation of his father's hands on him was too much to handle, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He could feel his cock, still rock hard, slapping against his stomach as he rode his dad's cock.
Suddenly, Mark was there, his strong hands on Blake's shoulders, pushing him up and down with a newfound urgency. "That's it, daddy's boy," Mark sneered, his voice thick with lust, "Take it all, you know you love it." Blake's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as Mark's lewd comments filled the room. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but the feeling of being used, being claimed by both his father and his stepfather, was intoxicating.
With each push from Mark, Blake's ass took his dad's cock deeper, his insides stretching to accommodate the relentless invasion. He could feel his own cock bouncing against his stomach, precum smearing his abs as the pleasure grew. "You're such a good boy, riding your daddy like that," Mark continued, his breath hot on Blake's ear as he whispered his depraved praises.
David's eyes were glazed over with desire, watching the obscene spectacle before him. He never thought he'd see the day when his own son would be eagerly fucking him. The lewdness of the situation only heightened his pleasure, his cock swelling even more as he watched Mark's hands guide Blake's movements.
The sight of Blake's ass bobbing up and down on Davids cock was too much for Mark to bear. His own cock, which had just been milked of its hot seed by Blake's tight channel, began to stiffen again. The memory of the boy's sweet moans and the feeling of his hot, tight hole clamping down on him were still fresh in his mind. He couldn't believe how quickly he was getting hard again, but he couldn't deny the excitement that was building in his groin as he watched the scene unfold.
With a wicked grin, Mark stepped closer and pushed Blake forwards until his chest was mashed with David’s. "I hope you still have room for stepdaddy," Mark growled, as he lined his own cock at Blake's entrance, right next to David’s. The thought of double penetrating the boy, of filling him up with both their seed, sent a shiver down Mark's spine. He could feel the tip of his cock teasing the ring of muscles, begging for entry.
"No, please," Blake whimpered, his resolve wavering as he felt Mark's cock pushing against him. He tried to pull away, but Mark was too strong. With a brutal yank, he grabbed a fistful of Blake's hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. "Shut up, boy," Mark snarled, "You're mine to do with as I please."
The pain and dominance in Mark's grip sent a thrill through Blake, his body responding against his will. He felt the head of Mark's cock nudging against his already-stretched opening, and despite his protests, his ass involuntarily clenched around the intrusion.
"Aaahh, no!" Blake's voice was a desperate cry as he felt Mark's shaft pushing into him alongside David's. The sensation of being filled so completely was indescribable, and the pressure was almost too much to bear. His eyes watered, and his breaths came in ragged gasps, but the combined pleasure and pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Mark's cock slid in with surprising ease, the lubrication from his earlier orgasm making the entry smoother than Blake could have ever imagined. He felt so full, so used, so utterly claimed by these two men he called family. The sensation of their cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall of his ass was an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had him moaning incoherently.
"How does it feel, boy?" Mark yelled, his hips slapping against Blake's ass cheeks as he thrust in and out. "How does it feel to be filled by both your daddies?" The question was rhetorical, a declaration of victory in the depraved game they were playing.
Blake could only whine in response, his body no longer his own. The pain had morphed into a deep, primal need, his insides clenching around the two invading members. His moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with their rhythm, driven by a carnality he never knew he possessed.
David, lost in the haze of lust, couldn't get enough of the sensation of his son's tight ass enveloping his cock. He was so turned on by the sight of Blake's muscular body riding him and his husbands cock at the same time that he couldn't help but grab his son's face and crush their lips together. His tongue plunged into Blake's mouth, tangling with his, as he continued to piston into the boy's stuffed hole. The taste of Blake, the feel of his hot breath mingling with his own, sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Blake, you feel so good," David moaned against his son's mouth, his hips bucking upwards to meet Mark's thrusts from below. The words were almost a growl, a declaration of the raw pleasure that was consuming him. Blake's eyes went wide with a mix of shock and arousal, feeling his father's love and desire in a way he never had before.
Mark, seeing the effect he was having on Blake, decided to up the ante. He began to pull out almost completely, only to slam back in, his cock grazing the side of David's, sending shockwaves through Blake's body. The feeling of being so roughly used sent Blake's mind into a tailspin. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as Mark's cock hit that perfect spot deep inside him, the same spot that had made him see stars earlier.
The room was a symphony of grunts, slaps, and moans as the three men lost themselves in the depraved act. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, mingling with the musky aroma of desire and the faint metallic smell of precum. Each time Mark pulled out, Blake's hole would clench around David's cock, desperately trying to keep the thick intrusion inside him, only to be stretched wide again by Mark's relentless pounding.
Blake's moans grew louder and more desperate as he approached his own climax, his body no longer able to differentiate between the pain and the pleasure. He felt his cock swelling, the pressure building until it was unbearable. "Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," he panted, his voice trembling.
David, feeling the tension in Blake's body, knew his son was on the brink. "Cum for me, boy," he encouraged, his own orgasm building rapidly. "Let me feel you shoot your hot load all over me."
With a roar, Mark pushed in just as David thrust up into Blake one final time, both men unloading their seed into the boy's tight ass. The force of their climaxes sent a powerful wave of pleasure through Blake's body, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He exploded, his cock painting a mess of cum across David's stomach and chest as he bucked and writhed in their combined grip. The feeling of their hot, sticky cum filling him up was almost too much, and he screamed out as his body convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm.
As the men slowly came down from their sex high, panting and sweaty, Blake's body went limp on David's lap. His legs were jelly, unable to hold him up any longer.
Blake looked into his father's eyes, a mix of love and confusion swirling in their depths. With trembling hands, he reached back and began to pull himself off of David's cock, feeling the slickness of their combined releases making the separation a little easier.
As he slid off, his ass making a wet, sucking sound, David's cock slipped out with a gush of cum. Mark's cock popped out of Blake's ass with an audible 'pop' and a string of cum connecting them. Both men's cocks were still semi-erect, glistening with the evidence of their shared pleasure.
Blake leaned in, kissing David gently on the cheek. "I love you, dad," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the screams of passion that had just filled the room. David's eyes searched Blake's, looking for any signs of regret or fear, but all he saw was a deep love and a hint of satisfaction
