I had just got back from an intense week of "training", which included forced workouts, harsh physical labor, and plenty of cocksucking and fucking. I walked into the house in a bit of a daze. It was a surreal feeling to be home after everything that had happened. I saw Dad and ran to him, giving him a big hug, but he was behaving strangely. He pulled my tank top off, and started feeling up my muscles, saying what a beautiful body I had, and before I knew it he had forced me to my knees.
"Dad, what's happening?" I asked
"Just making sure I got my moneys worth." he replied.
"You... You paid them?" I gasped.
"You've always been such a cocktease Matty," Dad told me. "I figured it was time to show you what happens to a naughty little cocktease like you."
He was right of course. I had been a shameless show off ever since my body had started to develop. I thought back to the times I had mowed the front yard in just my Brazilian flag Speedo, Or peeled a baggy t-shirt off at the beach just to see peoples reactions when they saw my lithe muscular teenage frame. But did I really deserve this?
I glanced down at the bulge in Dad's cargo shorts, and I could tell he was getting hard, and despite my unease I couldn't help licking my lips. I looked up into Dad's eyes."Is this really happening?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." Dad grunted almost casually. "Now lower my zipper."
I had been trained to do what I was told using an electronic shock collar, like a badly behaved puppy. Although I didn't have the collar on right now I could almost feel the pain of the shock I would have received if I disobeyed, and I flinched. I raised my shaking hands to the front of Dad's cargo shorts, and lowered the zipper.
"Take it out boy." Dad commanded, and I gingerly reached inside and my fingers touched his hot, hard piece of meat.
I looked up at Dad again and he gave a brief emotionless nod. So I hauled out his throbbing prick. It wasn't the biggest one I had sucked. That honor belonged to the Predator, one of the two black muscle gods who had fucked me into oblivion a few short days ago. But it was big enough, and it was my Dads.
I circled the shaft with both my hands and pulled back the foreskin, revealing the angry lookin purple head. Taking a moment to prepare myself I reached out with my tongue and began to lick it like a lollipop.
"That's it you little slut" Dad said with a groan. "Worship the cock that made you."
I was shocked by the way Dad was talking to me, but it made my own prick stiffen in my neon yellow shorts. I wondered what the fuck I was doing. This felt so wrong, but I went into automatic mode and wrapped my lips around the head just the way I had been trained to, do lapping at the underside with my tongue. Dad groaned again.
"Worth every fucking penny." He said to himself.
I started forcing his erection in and out of my hungry mouth, slobbering over it like the slut Dad said I was. I lost track of how long this went on for, but suddenly Dad grabbed me by the ears and started to slam his cock into my mouth, and all I could do was make pathetic Gluggugg-ugg noises. For a moment Dad took pity on me and pulled my mouth of his cock and I coughed up spit and throat slime onto my chin and on down to my meaty pecs, and rippling abs, but it was a short lived reprieve. His cock was back in my mouth in no time, and he was even more forceful with me this round, until suddenly I felt his dick throb and jerk, and my mouth filled with Dad's hot creamy spunk. With his cock still pistoning in and out of my mouth hole a lot of that first load was forced out and dribbled down my chin to join the spittle and slime on my chest and belly.
"You're such a good cocksucker, Matty." Dad told me, and despite everything I felt a little glow of pride in my chest at the praise .
Dad threw my tank top at me and told me to clean myself up, because we had somewhere to be. I used the tank top to wipe up the mess of spit and cum of my face and body, wondering where on Earth we had to be. When I was done Dad snatched the cummy tank top out of my hand and roughly pulled my arms behind my back using the slimy garment to tie my wrists together. My thoughts were swirling like a tornado. I had been home for no more than half an hour, and yet my whole World had changed. All I could do was follow orders as I had been so well trained to do.
Dad pushed me towards the front door. I had kicked off my sliders when I walked into the house earlier, so anticipating that we were going outside, I tried to slip them on again but Dad told me to leave them. He opened the door and pushed me out, then with a hand on the back of my neck guiding me, he marched me across the front yard, with me wearing just my neon yellow shorts, and my hands tied behind my back.
The sun was going down, but it was still ferociously hot, and a sheen of sweat rose on my body making it glisten.
When we reached the sidewalk a passing car stopped and the window rolled down. I vaguely recognized the guy inside as someone from our neighborhood.
"He's back then?" the guy said.
"Yep! He's going to be busy this weekend, but he's got some availability next week." Dad responded.
My head swam with the implication of that brief exchange. I tried to block it from my head for now, and worry instead about where I was being taken right now.
We crossed the street, and it soon became clear that Dad was taking me to Mr. Miller, the grumpy neighbor's house. Before we even reached the front door it opened, and there stood Mr. Miller, a grey and balding man in his 60's, with skinny arms and legs and a slight beer belly.
"Come to apologize have we, boy". Mr. Miller asked.
"What?" I replied, and Dad smacked the back of my head. "Ow!" I cried.
I thought back to the last time I saw Mr. Miller, when I had been mowing the lawn in just my Brazilian Flag Speedo, when he had accused me of being a tease, and I had accused him of wanting to take me to his sex dungeon.
"I'm sorry Mr. Miller." I responded.
"For what boy? And call me Sir." Mr. Miller spat.
"I'm sorry for being such a tease... and... and for saying you had a sex dungeon, Sir."
"That's better, boy." Mr. Miller's grim face softened a little. Then turning to my Dad he said "I'll take it from here."
"Of course," Dad replied. "I'll be back in the Morning".
Mr. Miller then grabbed me by my bicep, and dragged me into his house, slamming the front door. The house was neat and tidy, but very dated.
"Right,... Come with me boy. "Mr. Miller demanded, pulling me through to the kitchen, and then to an open door, with steps leading down into a basement. There was a dim bulb illuminating the staircase, but the basement itself was dark.. Mr. Miller stood behind me and with his hands on my shoulders, guided me down the stairs. At the bottom I spotted a light switch. Mr. Miller reached over my shoulder and flicked the switch.
I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Oh My God! You actually have a sex dungeon." I yelled.
"Have now." Mr. Miller responded offhandedly. "Your Father and I built it while you were away."
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