After Blondie and Mesh Top had both dumped their cum in and on me, I asked them about the video they had recorded. Blondie said they might not get as much money from it, because I was clearly not a straight jock getting turned out, but even so "a boy like me" getting fucked at both ends would undoubtedly would create a certain following. So I asked if I could have a copy, because I loved seeing myself getting used and abused. Blondie turned to Mesh Top, and they both laughed.
"You're a kinky one". Blondie told me. "Give me your e-mail and I'll send you a link.
I asked if they would take the weird pink plastic device off my dick, but he refused.
"Come back this time next Saturday, and I'll think about it." He said
I didn't like that idea, not only because I would have to explain it to my Dad, but also I would have to go a week without being able to masturbate. That was going to drive me to distraction. Would I even be able to cum if I couldn't get hard? Blondie could see the look of concern on my face.
"You're worrying about not being able to jack off, aren't you? He asked
I blushed and mumbled "Yeah."
"Don't worry, you'll be able to cum when you're getting fucked." He chuckled. "A boy like you shouldn't have any trouble finding someone to fuck you."
There was that phrase again, "A boy like you." Did he mean a fit young pretty boy? Or a boy who craved cock? Not that it really mattered, because I was both things. I had a feeling that this thing on my dick was going to make me even more of an insatiable cockwhore. Then slowly I had another realization. What the fuck was I going to do at Gymnastics training?
I was still feeling a little sore when I left the photography studio, so I decided to walk the rest of the way home. I still kept my shirt off, showing off for my adoring public. At one point an older guy caught my attention, staring at me with a wicked smile on his face. He looked me dead in the eye, they motioned down with a nod and a glance. I looked down and realized that there were red marks on my wrists where the handcuffs had dug into my skin. I flushed with embarrassment, and tucked my hands behind me. The old guy just smiled and winked at me, like he knew exactly what I had been getting up to.
I got home, and decided to do some naked sunbathing in the backyard. So I stripped off and stretched out on the sun lounger, spraying myself with sunscreen. I thought back to the last time I had sunbathed in the backyard. It had really been the start of all this. I had enjoyed a lazy wank, and slurped up my spunk, and I had been videoed doing it. That made more sense now I knew that my Dad had set this all up. He obviously had a hidden camera recording my backyard escapades. I sat up suddenly, realizing he was probably recording me right now. I looked around but couldn't see a camera. It was clearly well hidden.
I remembered that last time I had imagined that I was stretched out on a Medieval rack in a dungeon, and how much that had turned me on. It was still turning me on now, especially since my grumpy neighbor, Mr. Miller, actually had a Medieval rack in his actual Sex Dungeon. I felt a painful pinch in my groin as my dick tried to get hard, but the torturous pink plastic cage prevented it. This week was going to be a nightmare, for many reasons.
I spent an hour or so stretched out in the sun, enjoying its heat on my skin, and the occasional light breeze that seemed to tickle across my bare flesh. After that I went up to my bedroom and took a cold shower, hoping that would help with my predicament, at least for a while. I dried myself off, and stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I flexed my muscles for a while, loving the way I looked, but I had to stop when my dick started getting hard again, and I looked sadly at the little pink thing between my legs in my reflection. I sighed and pulled on a pair of neon green shorts that really showed off my tan well. Then I checked my email and saw that M J Photography had sent me a link. I hovered the mouse cursor over the link for a few minutes. I knew it would be really hot to see myself hanging from a chain while being toyed with by two guys, before being thoroughly dicked down, but it would guarantee to be painful for my dick to watch it. So in the end I didn't click on it.
I was starting to feel really down about the position I had got myself into. I knew it was entirely my own fault. I could have just run right home from the Gymnastics Center and had a long leisurely afternoon of wanking in the sun. But instead I had opted to tease Blondie and Mesh Top, and now I was suffering the consequences. I lay back on my bed, one hand behind my head while the other absentmindedly brushed across my abs, and up to my meaty pecs, and played with a nipple. Again a twitch of my dick told me not to keep that up, and with a frustrated sigh I rolled over onto my front, hugged the pillow and tried to take a nap.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Dad was waking me up.
"How was your day, Matty." he asked, and my face flushed.
"I... I... I have to show you something Dad."
"I think you should call me Daddy from now on, don't you boy?" Dad told me.
"Yes Daddy." I replied. "I have to show you something, Daddy."
"Ok, what is it, boy." Dad said a little coldly.
I took a deep breath, and pulled down the front of my shorts. I saw Dad's eyes go wide.
"Did Old Man Miller put that on you." Dad snickered.
"No Daddy." and I proceeded to tell Dad about everything that happened after I left the Gymnastics Center.
"You really are a naughty little cocktease, aren't you." Dad told me.
"Yes Daddy." I conceded.
"You say there's a video." he asked, and I replied with a Yes Daddy.
"Well, why don't we watch it together." Dad said.
I cringed inside. "Oh no Daddy, please no." but Dad wouldn't have it, and he didn't want to just watch it on my laptop screen, he wanted to watch it on the big screen TV in the family room downstairs. So we went downstairs and sat on the sofa while I clicked the Bluetooth link to mirror my laptop screen on the big TV.
"Do we really have to do this, Daddy?" I tried one last time, but Dad was not to be dissuaded.
"You made this video to be watched by other men, didn't you, so let's watch it." He insisted. I didn't really know for sure that a video was being recorded at the time, but I guess he was right, and if not for the pink prick cage, I would have watched it by now myself. So I clicked on the link, and the video started. First a title appeared saying "Lying cocksucker told us he was straight." and Dad laughed.
We watched as the on screen me awkwardly stood in front of Blondie who began taking photos. I squirmed inside as I saw how uncomfortable I looked. Then I was swiftly cuffed and my arms were winched into the air. I glanced at Dad as Blondie and Mesh Top played with my body and teased me. I could see a bulge growing in his cargo shorts, and he whispered "Hot" under his breath. His eyes glued to the action. When Blondie eased his cock, covered in my own cum, between my but cheeks, and I arched my back and pushed my bum back into his groin, he gasped.
"You really are a horny little slut." He told me. "Aren't you, boy?"
Shamefully I looked down and muttered "Yes Daddy".
Dad lowered his zipper and told me to get on my knees between his legs. I obediently did as I was told, and when he pulled his cock out I began to suckle on it, as I had been taught to do.I cringed inwardly as I heard myself begging Blondie to fuck me faster. At least the intense shame was stopping my dick getting hard.
"My God Matty, you are such a little cockslut, aren't you."
Without taking the cock out of my mouth, I nodded. "MmmmHmmm." I agreed.
When it got to the part where Blondie and Mesh top were spit roasting me Dad blew his load into my mouth and I desperately swallowed the seed that had made me. Trying not to spill any.
"Look at you." Dad exclaimed. "You were born to take cock. I love watching you getting fucked."
I suppose we had something in common there. We both loved watching men fucking me. It didn't really make me feel any better. No Father & Son bonding moment there, but it did make me realize that although I had sucked Dad off twice now, he hadn't fucked me himself, even though he'd had the opportunity. He just liked to watch other men using me.
"Well." He said. "I'd like to meet these guys, so I think I'll come with you next Saturday, and we'll discuss whether or not they take that cute little pink thing off ".
I groaned at the implication that I might be stuck in this torture device for more than a week. Then I groaned again when Dad told me it was time to go to Mr. Millers for my punishment for cumming without permission last night, while I was locked in his Sex Dungeon. Once again I was marched across the street wearing just my neon green shorts, and Mr. Miller opened his front door as we were walking up his path.
"Ready to receive your punishment, boy?" Mr. Miller asked.
"I hung my head and mumbled "Yes Sir."
"Speak up boy." He demanded.
"Yes Sir, I'm ready to receive my punishment." I replied
"Good lad." Mr. Miller said. Then to my Dad he asked "Do you want to watch?"
"No thanks. I'll pass." Dad replied. "But he has something to show you. Go on boy, show Mr. Miller."
"What, out here?" I responded.
Dad clipped the back of my head with his hand. "Yes, here," he demanded.
Blushing furiously I gingerly lowered the front of my shorts and revealed the little pink prick cage."
"What the Devil..?" Mr. Miller blurted out.
"He'll tell you all about it." Dad said, and urged me forward to enter Mr. Miller's house. "Remember. No lasting marks. He's got Gymnastics on Monday.
Once again I was forced to tell how my shameless cock teasing had got me into trouble, and ended with my dick getting locked up. Mr. Miller frowned.
"I should really add to your punishment for this, but I have a suspicion that having your dirty little prick locked away like that will be punishment enough." He said. "You really need to learn that being a tease ends in trouble."
"Yes Sir." I agreed.
"Well, let's get on with this, shall we?" Mr. Miller said, and he led me down into the Sex Dungeon.
"W... will you punish me on the rack, Sir?" I asked. remembering the fantasy I'd had, about being stretched out and whipped.
"Humph! Not a bad idea, boy." Mr. Miller said. "I'd like to stretch you out and use a bullwhip on you, but that would likely break the skin, and leave welts showing on Monday. However, if done properly you can stretch a victim out until his shoulders are almost dislocated. It causes a lot of pain."
I shuddered as Mr. Miller described how being tortured on the rack worked, with such evident relish.
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