Daddy's Summer Submissive

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as Jacob pushed the vibrator deep into my rectum. He was a strong young man and I was already stretched and slick from almost an hour of being used so the whole thing slid in quite easily.  

“You mind if we video this?” The older guy, Jacob’s boss, asked. “Not your face, of course. It’s just… well, this is too fucking hot not to get on video.” He was red-faced and sweating. It was hot in Mister Roberts bedroom, but he had been practically hyperventilating since his assistant had stripped me naked.

I nodded. Why not? I thought. Might as well make the most of it.

Mister Roberts had arranged for an old friend to stop by, a man who ran a small business selling sex toys. Daddy wanted me have some things to spice up our encounters and he said I could take something home with me so I could play around when I was alone. I wasn’t about to argue. If that’s what daddy wanted, that’s what daddy was going to get.

So here I was, on my back on Mister Roberts bed. I had already been stripped of my clothing and thoroughly examined, my body poured over and every part of my most private areas had been touched and caressed and probed. For the last half an hour Mister Roberts, his friend, and his friend’s younger assistant had tried a number of dildos and vibrating toys in my well-greased hole.

Mister Roberts was holding one of my legs back while the other was over Jacob’s shoulder as he knelt on the bed in front of me. Jacob was a few years older than me, maybe early or mid twenties I thought. He was shirtless, showing a beautiful, defined torso, broad shoulders and strong arms. I wasn’t usually attracted to younger guys, but Jacob was something quite special. And by the way he met my eyes while he gently fucked me with his selection of toys, I reckon he thought I was okay, too.

But I’m ahead of myself again. Let me explain how we got here.

I was restless after my day with Mister Roberts and Tom. It had been a sexually thrilling and enlightening day and it was playing on my mind.

Two days ago I had been a virgin. Since then Mister Roberts had enticed me into his bed in his caravan and made love to me as we spooned. That sexual awakening had been incredible. Even now, when I closed my eyes, I can almost feel Mister Roberts penis pushing gently into me, penetrating me. It had been a really brilliant first time. Nothing to complain about, that’s for sure.

The next day had been almost unbelievable. I had been touched in ways I never thought were possible and when I had been caught by Mister Roberts and his friend, Tom, as I was sneaking around the house naked, fresh out of the shower, they showed me how two men fuck a boy. I had surprised myself at how submissive I could become, and at how I let them both have me at the same time.

Later that afternoon Mister Roberts had kept his promise and laid me down on the lawn in the back garden. He had stripped me of my shorts and underwear, leaving my t-shirt. He had pushed my face into the grass and taken me roughly, fucking me hard and fast. It had been another new experience, like we were playing a game of rape. I found I wanted it so, so badly. When he began to slap my bottom as he fucked me into the dirt, I had started to come hands-free. That was new, too, having an orgasm from being abused. He had finished by pulling out and shooting his cum all over my hole and up my back. For some reason that had made me feel like I was his, like he’d marked me as his possession. It had sent an electric thrill up my spine and I had shivered even though it was still warm.

I had his words in my mind all evening. “Did you enjoy today?” He had asked. I had whimpered out a “yes”. And I meant it, I really had. In fact “enjoyed” wasn’t the word for it!

He lay back down on my cum-soaked body, grinding into me as he brought his mouth close to my ear. He had whispered: “I want to show you off to some of my friends. I want them to see your body and what you’re capable of. I want them to experience your sex. I want to watch as you allow them have you.” He had paused as those words echoed around in my mind. “Do you want that?” He asked eventually.

At that moment I was full of sex. I don’t know another way to describe it. I was totally his, heart and soul, and every part of me existed for our mutual sexual needs. Two phrases kept rising to the surface: “I want them to experience your sex” he had said. “I want to watch”.

When he asked me if I wanted that, I could hardly answer him. I wanted what he wanted, of course. He’d been so good to me, broken me in so gently and so passionately. I felt like I owed him. But more than that, I found I really wanted it. I wanted to be caught again as I walked naked down the hall of his house, to experience that thrill again. I wanted his friends to visit and to know they could have me, but that I belonged to Mister Roberts and I would do what he said. I wanted him to watch as one of his friends pushed himself into me. I wanted to experience more sex, with older men, with daddy’s friends. In fact, the thought of calling him “daddy” in front of someone else made my hole twitch.

A stifled “yes” had escaped my throat as I lay there on the lawn. Yeah I wanted that. God, I wanted it badly.

Now, back at my grandpa’s house, laying in my single bed and trying to get to sleep, I found I wanted it right now. I wanted some older man to push my legs back and make love to me, to fill my hole with hard cock. I couldn’t get the images of today out of my mind. I had already jerked off twice since I got home but I found myself rock hard again, and leaking too. I touched my hole with two fingers and I played with my dick until I shot hot cum over my belly. I dipped my fingers into the little pool of salty juices and then rubbed the cum into my little boy pussy. It made me feel sexy and naughty, but gradually I transferred all of my ejaculate from my torso to my ass. Then tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep at last. I dreamed of sex all through the night. I woke with a huge erection and it took all of my powers of self-control to leave it alone. I rushed to get ready and left the house earlier than usual, speeding back to Mister Roberts’s house and to the place I knew sex happened.

Mister Roberts was still in his dressing gown when I arrived. He grinned at me in a way that made me think he knew that I was desperate for more. He took my hand and took me into the living room where he opened his gown. His cock was standing to attention, big and hard and throbbing. I sank to my knees, an automatic reaction, to worship it.

“You can suck me” he said. It was more of an instruction than an offer and I was already back in the zone. I shuffled forward on my knees and grasped his shaft with both hands. I licked him like a lollipop before I engulfed the head with my mouth.

As I sucked and licked and played with him, he ran his hand through my hair. “Swallow my first load of the day” he said to me. “No sex yet, though. I’ll examine you, but you have to wait until it’s almost too much to bear” and he chuckled.

I was so disappointed. I just wanted him to turned me around, to bend me over and have his way with me. But he was going to tease me, maybe to make me beg for it. I sucked hard. I licked and salivated to show him I was a good boy.

“Drop those shorts” he said to me. I unfastened them and pulled them down without taking his cock from my mouth. I pulled my underpants down too, all the way to my knees.

“Now get ready to take it. Don’t spill any. It’s precious stuff” he said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to fuck into my face. I took hold of his hips so I could keep some control prevent him from being able to shove the whole thing down my throat. It only took a minute. I sensed everything tighten up and his shaft became even more engorged. I could taste saltiness at the tip of his cock and then, quite suddenly, he pumped his cum along my tongue and down the back of my throat.

I swallowed quickly, again and again, determined not to spill any and to prove I was good. He patted my head while I sucked the last drops from his pee hole and then he shoved me away and had me turn around. I pushed my head down, pushed my ass back, practically begging for him to get hard again and to do me here and now.

He touched me, placing a thumb on my hole and pulling me open. He touched, prodded, and examined me until my cock was aching from the blood flow and a short strand of sticky goo was drooling from the end.

He slapped my bare bottom and chuckled loudly. “Good boy. You’ll be ready when I want you. I’m glad you haven’t become sore or anything. Such a pretty pink hole. I’m so lucky.”

I moaned. He was such a tease!

I slowly pulled up my shorts, a sulky look on my face. He pulled me close and kissed me, shoving his tongue into me mouth. “Don’t be grumpy” he said when he broke free. “You’ll get what you want. You’re just going to have to wait. When we get there, you’ll want it so badly.”

I tried not to be grumpy, but it was hard. He got himself ready and we started work in the garden again like nothing had happened. Despite placing my body in every position to entice Mister Roberts, he made a point of ignoring me and getting on with the work at hand.

Time passed slowly. It got warmer as the sun rose higher into the sky. I got sweatier. I got hornier with almost every passing second, like the ticking of the clock was bringing me closer to that unknown time when daddy would finally have sex with me.

Mister Roberts peeling his t-shirt off and the sight of his naked torso, his hairy chest and arms and that slight daddy gut…I had been bricked up all day and now I was rock hard and throbbing.

But still nothing. Not so much as a passing touch or a hint that he wanted me. By mid-day I was starting to get hungry and I was turning over ways in my mind to outright ask him for sex, but it was still new to me I just couldn’t work out how to say it without it being embarrassing.

As I reached the point where I was about to just come out and say it, there was a shout from the side of the house. Someone was here and calling for Mister Roberts.

Mister Roberts lay down his garden shears and walked to the side gate, returning the shout. Two men came into the garden, deep in conversation with Mister Roberts. They were his sort of age, perhaps a little slimmer and dressed in overalls. Mister Roberts waved me over.

“These are the guys I mentioned to the other day. They are going to fit the new kitchen units now we’ve got rid of the crap in there” he said, beaming a broad smile at me.

I didn’t know where to look. I knew my erection was showing in my shorts and for the first time in my life, I really didn’t care. I wanted what had been promised and I was disappointed that we now had people here. Before I could speak, say hi or whatever, Mister Roberts did something that I hadn’t expected, something that made my heart skip a beat.

“Gents,” he said. “This is James. The boy I was telling you about? Would you like him to strip off for you so you can look at his naked body?”

Suddenly everything changed. I went from slightly cross at Mister Roberts, and horny and annoyed that I wasn’t getting what I wanted, to being overtaken by a sexual thrill that started at the nape of my neck and short all the way down to my feet.

“Yeah, I’d like to see that.” One of them said as the other nodded. They were looking at me with hungry eyes.

I glanced at them and finally at Mister Roberts. I was incredibly horny by now, just as he knew I would be. I wanted to be naughty, to feel that slutty sensation in the pit of my belly. I got bold: “Shall I undress, daddy?” I asked. It made my throat constrict and my hole started to itch. I could scarcely believe I had said that out loud in front of two strangers. Mister Roberts couldn’t quite hide a slight smile and a glint in his eyes. It only lasted half a second, but I saw it and I knew he was enjoying himself. That pleased me. He regained his composure and looked at me sternly, an obvious act but I liked it.

“Yes, take everything off for me” he said. “Immediately”.

The word “immediately” reverberated through me. Why did I feel the need to be such a submissive little whore? Why did the idea of stripping turn me on one this? It was entirely overwhelming. I was becoming a sex maniac.

My heart raced and my face flushed red. Oh god, this was it. I wondered what would happen next. I slowly peeled my shirt off and handed it to daddy. I kicked off my sneakers and my socks, and I tugged at my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. My cock was pushing against the fabric of my briefs, so I freed it, pulling them down and sliding them all the way down my legs. When I stood, I was naked, my erection on full show.

“You’re right, mate, he’s a beauty” the first guy said. The other man looked me up and down, slowly, his eyes caressing every part of my body.

Our eyes met. It was thrilling. It was naughty and sexy all at once. This guy was going to do things to me and I was going to let him, because daddy asked it of me. And because I desperately wanted it. I knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Will you let me have sex with you, if your daddy says so?” He asked me. He was staring me right in the eyes. Right into my naked soul.

I flushed red again. “I do whatever daddy says” I said, and my voices seemed timid and shy.

“Come on” the first guy said. He grasped my hand and pulled me along behind him. I loved being the only one who was naked and being the focus of their attention. I glanced back at Mister Roberts, who nodded and followed. We went into the house via the back door. The man led me into the empty kitchen and the other guy rummaged around in the duffle bag he had been carrying and tossed his mate some rope.

The first man wound the rope around my wrists and tied it off. I didn’t stop them or complain, I just allowed them to do what they wanted. Daddy was here, after all, and if he was okay with this, I was too.

The man positioned me against the wall and turned me around to face it. He raised the length of rope up so that my hands were reaching up above my head. The other guy took up a hammer and a large nail which he drove through the rope and into the wall. I wondered if they would take me like this, up against the wall like a cheap whore. My cock twitched in anticipation.

He took a step back and casually squeezed my bare bottom, his fingers so close to my anus. “You’re going to stand there for the next couple of hours. You’re going to hold my big screwdriver for me when I’m not using it. When we’re ready, and only if you have been a good helper, we’re going to take it in turns to have sex with you because you’re a very cute boy.”

He was very matter of fact, like he was explaining something terribly mundane in the world of home improvement. As his words sunk in, I was devastated. I hated to admit it to myself, but I wanted cock and I wanted it right now. I was hoping I was being tied up so that they could have their way with me while daddy watched like he said. But instead, I was to stand here for even longer, a couple of hours he said! I didn’t know if I could last that long. I was so damn horny it was beginning to hurt!

They were going to drive me totally crazy waiting for sex.

Before I could say anything or beg for the sex that I wanted so much, the other guy had his hand between my buttocks and smeared something cold and slick around my hole. He shoved a couple of fingers inside me pushing some of the sticky stuff inside. He gave me a good, thorough fingering that got me breathing heavily and pushing my bottom back.

“You’ll need that” he said. I was pushing my ass out really obviously now, showing I wanted more. If I couldn’t have cock and I’d take fingers!

But the man’s fingers were gone. The other guy rummaged and came back with something in his hand. “This is my best screwdriver” he said. He held it up. It was a big one, with a big flat steel head that looked well worn, but well cared for. He showed me the handle. It was like an antique made of wood that was worn smooth from years and years of use. It had a large round bulb of a handle that tapered into the barrel of the screwdriver. “You’re going to hold this until I need it, okay?” He asked. I nodded and he chuckled. “Now you mustn’t drop it. Each time this driver hits the ground we run the risk of damaging the head, see?” He said. I understood that. It was his good screwdriver, after all. I wondered where this was going, literally.

“So make sure you grip it real tight” he said with a broad smile. I looked back at the wall, then up at my hands. My arms weren’t stretched right out. My elbows were bent just a little, so I figured it wouldn’t be too hard to hold the screwdriver for him. I toyed with letting it drop just to see what they’d do to me, but I didn’t want to annoy daddy.

The man stepped right into my personal space. I was ready for him to hand me the screwdriver but at the last minute he turned it in his hand, lowered it behind me, and pushed the smooth, rounded wooden handle against my anus. I gasped.

The bulb handle was large. I had been well lubed and fingered, but even so it took a few minutes of effort on both our parts. He pushed it and twisted it and rotated it while I pushed out and squeezed my eyes right shut. Eventually the handle popped through my anal ring and sunk deep into my hole. My eyes went wide as my anus expanded so much before I could feel myself close up around the narrow part. It felt good to have something inside me. The workman pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times until I was sweating from the effort. It didn’t take long before it was sliding in and out of me quite easily.

It seemed I was to be practically abused and made even hornier. These men were going to toy with me until none of us could take it any longer. And I was already at that point! This was going to be excruciating.

I shifted my position and felt the hard wooden handle inside me, my anal ring locked tight around the narrower part of the handle. The shape of the handle meant it was unlikely to fall out on its own, with the bulb inside me. I looked down. My cock was still big and swollen and dripping. I looked over at daddy who was grinning broadly, enjoying every second of the show. He nodded once at me and said “I have more to do out here” and he turned and left me.

The men got busy and I got hornier, hungrier, and my arms and legs got tired. I tugged at the rope a couple times but it was stuck securely. I figured I could pull free if I put all my weight into it, but that wasn’t the game so I didn’t.

The workman came to me lots of times to pull the screwdriver from my bottom. Each time he did it slowly, standing close to me, behind me, breathing on my neck as he gently pulled his tool free. Each time he made me suck it clean and dry before he used it and then returned it to me. I couldn’t tell the time from where I was, but I must have been hard for two or three hours straight. I ached. I longed to be touched. My balls were tight and throbbing. It was both awful and amazing.

I got to the point where I knew I couldn’t take it for much longer. I had felt horny all through the night and when I got here expecting to be fucked and satisfied, all I got was teasing and touching. My legs were wet with precum that had oozed out of me every time the screwdriver handle was pulled out of me or pushed back inside. The last couple of times I had whimpered like a horny little girl and the final time I had turned as far as I could to look at the man. “Please….” I had begged. I just wanted him to take his cock out and do me. The man looked deep into my eyes and gave me a soft, knowing smile, but he turned away and left me.

The men ignored me as they swept up and called out for Mister Roberts to return to inspect their work.

Mister Roberts came back inside the house, filthy and sweating from his exertions outside. He took a look at me, the screwdriver hanging out of my bottom, and he smiled. “What a beautiful sight” he said casually.

“Here we go Mister Roberts” the first guy said. “We need to come back and fit the remaining panels and lay the flooring. What do you think so far?”

Mister Roberts took a little time to walk around the kitchen and inspect the work that had been completed. He chatted away to the two men and I realised they knew each other already.

“This is good work, lads” he said to them. “I’m so pleased. We still okay to apply the discount….?”

The first man chuckled loudly. “If you’re happy for us to take a turn on your boyfriend, I’m happy. I think he’s about ready to burst and having him stood there while we worked was quite the motivator. I have never been so damn horny!” He said.

The other guy chimed in. “Aye, nor me. Where did you get him from anyway? I want one! That body….” He whistled.

I blushed. That was me they were talking about. My body making them horny. Suddenly the aching in my legs and arms melted away and I felt utterly passive again. Passive, and unbelievably ready for some sex!

“In that case we’re all good. I’m gonna go get washed up. You guys have your way. He’s a very good boy and I think you’ll find him tight and eager to please. He’s only recently been broken, you know.”

The man whistled again. “Right you are Mister Roberts. We won’t be too rough with the lad.”

I heard footsteps as Mister Roberts retreated down the hall. There was a loud knock at the front door and I sensed everyone freeze in place. I had Mister Roberts walking again, the door being unlocked and opened. I held my breath.

“Jackie” Mister Roberts exclaimed. “How the hell are you?” And I heard the two men embracing. I didn’t move. I didn’t care about seen any more. I just wanted what I believed was due to me. I had worked myself up for sex so many times today that if another visitor delayed it, I was going to go insane.

“Come through, come through…..” Mister Roberts was saying. There were hushed voices and footsteps.

“Oh my, he’s a pretty young thing.” The new man said. He was in the kitchen now. I turned to get a look, but I couldn’t quite see.

“These gents were about to apply their discount” Mister Roberts said. “And I need to go clean up, so…..”

“If you fellows don’t mind, I’m happy to just sit quietly in the corner. If you don’t mind a voyeur!” And he laughed a high pitched, squeaky kind of laugh.

“Always happy to play to an audience” I head one of the workmen say.

“That’s settled then!” Mister Roberts said.

There was a scrape of chair legs on the stone floor. I heard some footsteps too and suddenly the workman’s breath was on the back of my neck again.

“Are you ready to please me and my friend?” He asked, his voice low and husky and full of sex.

I was surprisingly nervous now I realised that Mister Roberts wasn’t going to be here, especially as we had another stranger in the room, but my sexual energy was on overload and I’m ashamed to say that I really needed it. I think maybe I was just getting into sex and my hormones were running wild, but whatever it was, I was desperate.

The man pulled hard at the rope with big muscular arms and it came free of the nail. He yanked me around. I had about a second to admire the amazing work they had done in the kitchen before he was pushing me forward toward a newly fitted the kitchen counter that was protruding into the centre of the kitchen to make a sort of island worktop.

He pushed me into it, down over it. He handed the rope that bound my wrists to his friend on the other side of the counter who yanked it hard, pulling me to a position where I was bending over the worktop and squashing the tops of my legs against it. I figured that I was going to be bruised by this, having been slammed against the work surface and then pulled hard over it. I didn’t care though. I was in position, my arms tied and being held out horizontally in front of me, bent over showing my hole and secured in place.

I heard the guy behind me unfasten his overalls and I heard fabric, belt and tools fall to the floor. He gripped the screwdriver and pulled it from me, less gentle this time, but still sexy and thrilling. I winced at his roughness and then the man’s huge cock was there at my entrance. I’d never felt something quite this big before and there was no time to think or get used to it because he literally rammed it into me.

It took my breath away.

My hips slammed into the counter top and my hole hurt as the man’s massive cock head tore through my sphincter. I wondered if he’d maybe injured me, but again there was no time to think as he began to fuck me with long, powerful strokes. I grunted over and over, trying to catch a breath, trying to relax into it, trying to push back and get used to it.

The other guy was hurting my wrists too, pulling hard so that I couldn’t move or struggle. I was in a whirlpool of sensations that crashed and eddied around me: my wrists and arms and shoulders burning and aching, my upper legs and hips smacking into the worktop, my hole being stretched and abused and a huge cock head sliding up inside me and rearranging my guts.

I ached and hurt and my insides felt weird and my hole felt hot…so why did I enjoy it so much?

As I relaxed and got used to the workman’s dick, I found I loved the size. I felt literally everything, every slight movement, every imperfection and throbbing vein, and I imagined I could feel his heartbeat inside me, too. My hole felt stretched to the max. His shaft must have been so big! I wondered what it would have been like if I hadn’t been stretched out with the screwdriver for hours. Thinking about that made my eyes water.

After ages of being pounded by this monster cock, the man slid out of me and the two men changed positions. I was breathing in short, shallow gasps as that cock was pulled out of me, leaving me gaping wide and feeling empty. The second man grabbed my buttocks and pulled them apart, stopping my hole from closing naturally. He lined up his much more ordinary cock and pushed it inside me. It felt so fucking good after the massive python that had been there before.

I rolled me eyes and as I did so the first man stepped in front of me and fed his massive dick into my mouth. It was huge! The shaft was the same girth as the widest part of the head, which was quite big enough on its own. I opened as wide as I could and let it in, licking and sucking the head as best I could. I had been pulled up onto the worktop so that my torso was resting on the kitchen counter, only my toes able to reach the floor. I was making all sorts of noises by now, slurping at the cock, moaning from being fucked.

I looked over the the corner of the room and my eyes met the new man. He was sitting and watching intently, one hand absently rubbing his groin as I was skewered right in front of him. It felt so dirty, being on show in this way, but I had wanted sex all day and I was right into it now, moaning and whimpering, all while locking eyes with my observer.

Mister Roberts came back into the kitchen, a towel around his waist. He was drying his hair with another. I lost focus and it was right at that moment that the cock in my mouth exploded, shooting an incredible volume of cum down my throat. I choked and coughed some of it back up, coating the dick and sending some to splatter on the floor. The guy inside my rectum grunted several times and he came too, painting my insides with salty cream that felt hot and wet inside me.

As the huge dick started to go soft I licked the cum off it. It was salty and sour, but I loved that Mister Roberts was here to watch me now. The second guy slid his cock from my back passage and I felt juices running freely down my leg.

“All satisfied here?” Mister Roberts asked with a chuckle.

“We certainly are” the first guy - the big guy - said. “Not many boys his age can take my cock like he just did. The boy’s a natural. Noisy when he’s being fucked though, naughty little thing. He was enjoying that, I reckon.” He tousled my hair and I smiled. Yeah, I was enjoying that. I felt warm and satisfied now. My hole felt well and truly fucked.

I blushed too. I knew I had been noisy, but I really needed it and I enjoyed it so much. And looking ahead of me with a clear view of the monster cock that was dangling in front of me, I wondered whether I’d be able to sit down ever again!

The men sorted themselves out while I simply adjusted myself into a slightly more comfortable position on the worktop. I needed to take a moment or two to recover. Mister Roberts saw the men out and thanked them once more. The first man said he couldn’t wait to come back and finish the job and that sent a shiver of sexual energy right through me.

Mister Roberts closed the door and came back into the kitchen. He started a conversation with his friend while he caressed my body, turning me this way and that, touching me, almost like he was examining me for damage.

He seemed pleased and I noticed the towel he was wearing was bulging at the front. He must be hard, I thought. I guessed he was going to take a turn soon.

“Son, this is Mister Martin. He’s an old friend of mine. When we were much younger men we were into all sorts. Mister Martin got me interested in young guys like you, actually. We had a lot of fun when we were younger!”

The man sat in the corner chuckled. “That we did....” he said wistfully. “That we did. Good times.” He stood and came over to where I was now laying on my back on the new kitchen counter. “It seems you’re still having a lot of fun. This one is quite beautiful.” He said.

I blushed, of course. My eyes flicked over the Mister Roberts who was grinning. Did he want me to do anything?

“I was about to get my rocks off in this sweet young thing” he said. “If you don’t mind waiting? Seems rude to keep you sat in a corner for all this time and make you wait some more...?”

Mister Martin chuckled again. “Come now, you know I don’t mind watching when the entertainment is this good. You mind if I video...? I’ d love to replay this later in the comfort of my own home. I would have asked those workmen, but I hate to be presumptuous when I do let know people.”

Mister Roberts gripped his friend on the shoulder. “Of course! That’s the least I could do. You should have said something earlier. I’m sure those two would have been happy to fuck this young thing on camera for you. They like to show off. They’d probably have take longer and thrown in a few special moves!”

I blushed again. Longer...? Special moves...? I’ d have to remember that for next time.

“Come on lad” Mister Roberts said. He touched my arm to nudge me along. I sat up I climbed down off the kitchen worktop and stood before him. I had cum leaking out of my hole and down the inside of my legs and my own cock was wet and sticky from a full day of teasing with no release. I think I had produced more pre-cum today than I thought was possible.

Mister Roberts leaned in and kissed my mouth. He turned it into a long, slow, wide-mouthed kiss with tongues and saliva. It was sloppy and hot and by the time he broke away my poor cock was back at attention, leaking again, and desperate to be tugged.

“I know your poor little pussy has seen a lot of action today, but do you think you can take me all the way inside? I’ve wanted to have since you arrived.” He pulled me close for a hug, his hands trailing down my back until they rested on my buttocks. He squeezed them tightly, pushing a finger to my hole and tracing a circle around it.

I moaned softly into Mister Roberts neck. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Mister Martin had produced a small camera from somewhere and was already filming. I didn’t care much.

Mister Roberts turned me around and pushed me forwards toward the other new kitchen counter, this one along the far wall. He pushed me forward so that I was bending over it slightly. He spat into his hand and smeared saliva in between my buttocks.

“That should be enough” he said with a cheery smile. “I don’t think I’ll be long anyway. Not this time. After waiting all day my balls are big and heavy.”

I smiled. I wanted daddy to empty those balls inside me. He had arranged a wonderful day of teasing and sex for me and I wanted to pay him back. I felt like I was learning so much about sex, about my body, and it was all down to this wonderful man.

Mister Roberts placed a hand on my shoulder and gripped me tightly. He guided his cock to my entrance with the other hand and gave a slight shove with his hips. I was slick and used so the head of his dick popped through with ease. It was smaller than the screwdriver and much easier to manage than the big guy’s cock from earlier.

I liked the way Mister Roberts flexed his hips and glided all the up inside me. It felt great, like I was full, but my hole wasn’t too stretched out and I didn’t feel like he was too big for me inside. It was like coming home after the last two guys. I sighed, a small exhale that spoke volumes.

Mister Roberts kissed my neck and ear and he caressed all over my body with his hands. It was thrilling, sensuous, like he was really making love to me. He was grinding me into the kitchen worktop as he explored me, as Mister Martin watched on and filmed the whole thing.

“I like being your daddy” he said, his voice low and soft and close to my ear. I smiled and pushed my ass back for him.

“I like having you as my daddy” I answered, barely a whisper.

Daddy pushed me down and placed his hands on my shoulders. He started to fuck me in long slow strokes the used the whole length of his cock. It made me whimper and the angle of his thrusts brought me close to orgasm. I moaned loudly and daddy put his hand over my mouth to quiet me. It was so hot.

I suddenly realised that I would have been fucked by three men all in one day. I wondered if daddy would want to share me with Mister Martin. I was tired now, worn out, well and truly fucked. Daddy began to thrust harder, banging my hips into the counter with each shove.

My legs were trembling and I doubted I would be able to stand if it wasn’t for the new kitchen worktop. I knew I was going to be bruised again from being pushed up against it. Daddy’s hand tightened over my mouth, a sure sign he was almost ready to finish.

Daddy’s body went taught and he thrust his pelvis against me. I felt him expand inside me and then pulsate as he came. “Mmmmmm-mmmmmm”. It was the only sound I could make with his meaty hand covering my mouth; the only acknowledgment I could give him.

Daddy leaned over me. He was hot and sweating, breathing heavily in my ear. “Phew!” he eventually exclaimed. He took his hand away, gently caressing my neck before he kissed my cheek from behind. He adjusted his hips and his dick slid out of me allowing a trickle of his salty juices to leak and run down my quivering inner thigh.

Daddy stepped away and took the camera from the other the guy, Mister Martin. “You don’t mind, do you son?”

Honestly, I’d have preferred not to take yet another load right now, but Mister Martin had been patient and Daddy would have told him how good I was. He’d be expecting to have me too. And I knew Daddy liked to watch. And I wanted to please Daddy. I always wanted to please Daddy.

I leaned a little further forward over the kitchen worktop and stuck my ass out. I know they all preferred it when I stayed quiet, so I didn’t speak. I think they liked to play make-believe about how young I was, and it spoiled the illusion if I spoke. They liked me to be entirely subservient and if I was honest, I liked that too.

Suddenly Mister Martin was there. He had his dick in his hand and he was feeding it into my already slick and gaping hole. I whimpered a little as he pushed inside me. I bent at the waist and leaned over the kitchen counter as the man took hold of my hips and began thrusting deeply into me. I closed my eyes and focussed on the by-now familiar sensation of a grown man’s hard cock sliding into my rectum.

Mister Martin really knew what he was doing. He was about the same size as daddy, but he was able to kind of twist it as he pushed into me. It really turned me on in way that exhausted me even more than I already was and it made me perspire like I was the one making all the effort.

He took hold of my hips and pulled me back away from the kitchen worktop so that I was bent at the waist, my ass sticking out, with just my forearms resting on the counter. Then he entered me again and found an angle that I hadn’t experienced before. Every time he pushed, his dick touched something inside me. At first I felt like I needed to pee, then I realised that my own cock was literally drooling pre-cum in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I was confused, my legs trembling, the whole area around my groin building to a mind-blowing crescendo.

Mister Martin adjusted himself and got to the point where he was constantly rubbing his head against that place inside me. I moaned loudly and whimpered. I turned my head, “Oh… please….” I said. The electricity in my balls was spreading outward, my cock was throbbing with long strands of goo leaking from the tip I felt like I was on fire deep in my belly. The sensations just an inch or two inside my little boy pussy were more than I could take or describe.

“Please sir…. Please don’t stop….!” I begged. And he didn’t. He thrust and flexed and pushed his cock in me in ways that were incredible.

A spurt of gooey pre-cum shot out of me. It wasn’t actually cum, it was just more goo that had been squeezed out by what Mister Martin was doing to me. I looked down at the mess I had made, amazed at myself, astonished to find things that my body did that I hadn’t known about before now. Then, as daddy’s friend humped into me one more time, I cried out loudly. I felt like I had climbed to the top of a big hill and all that lay before me was a long stretch of downward sloping road. I couldn’t stop myself from going over the edge and gathering speed.

I made a kind of whimpering, mewling noise as the longest, most drawn out orgasm grew beyond my control. It kept building and building. My eyes went wide. Surely it had to give way soon? I felt like a piece of elastic that had been stretched too far. And then....

My muscles spasmed everywhere, all over, and my knees buckled. Suddenly my cock throbbed and pulsed and shot my cum in massive, strong spurts. It went everywhere, my eyes wide with surprise, embarrassment, and amazement. I just kept coming, and coming, and coming.

Mister Martin didn’t stop pushing the head of his cock into me, massaging that place inside me, fucking me like I was his plaything. He fucked my dry, until the final ejaculation was nothing and I moaned in ecstasy and complete exhaustion.

As the pumping action from my balls to my cock began to subside and the aftershocks tore through my body, Mister Martin pushed himself completely into me and leaned over my body. I felt him spasm, too, his dick expanding and contracting with every spurt. He pumped yet more slaty-sour juices deep inside me, all the way up. I could feel it, my senses heightened. I think his orgasm was almost as strong as mine and he gave a little moan too which pleased me.

I was thoroughly exhausted. I felt daddy’s friend slip out of me and I knew I was gaping wide. I started to drift off, not able to keep my eyes open. My legs were trembling to the point where I knew they would give way. I realised I was sweating like crazy. I felt like I had run a marathon on a hot day and I was all out of juice.

Then daddy was there. He scooped my body up in his arms, ignoring the cum that leaked from my hole. He took me to the living room and lay me of his sofa, on a blanket. He covered me and touched my face with a gentle hand. “Good boy” he said to me softly.

In my mind I smiled and I was about to turn to thank him, but my eyes closed and I drifted into an after-sex sleepy coma that my inexperienced body needed so badly.

I woke slowly several hours later. I felt like I had been deeply asleep forever and I woke with that well-rested feeling. My head was in daddy’s lap. The TV was on, the volume low, and although a lamp was on I could tell it was dark.

I sat up suddenly “shit!” I exclaimed.

Mister Roberts smiled at me. He reached out and took my arms and pulled me towards him, made me lay back down. I was about to protest but he spoke first. “It’s okay.” He said. “I have been to see your grandfather. Made sure he is alright. And Mrs Morrow too, sorted her out with fresh groceries. I let your grandpa know that you’d be staying over with me tonight. Said we’d be busy until late and again early tomorrow. He’s okay. So, everything is fine.”

A wave of relief washed over me, quickly followed by anxiety. I had never stayed over with a guy before. Not like this. But Mister Roberts hand on my shoulder, gently caressing me and soothing me, made me feel relaxed and like everything was okay.

“You had a busy day today, son. How are you feeling?”

I thought before I answered. “I’m great actually.” I said. “I’ve never...I mean, it’s never been like that...I mean....” I trailed off bit quite able to get my words in the right order.

“Never come like that...?” Mister Robert’s asked.

I smiled. “Yeah” I said. “But not just that. The whole day, being used and turned on and then... and then so much sex. Wow! I mean, it was kinda mind-blowing if I’m honest.”

I really meant that. I felt like I had crossed over from a guy who was practicing, who’d done it a couple of times, to a young man who enjoyed real sex with real men. I can’t really describe it better than that. I felt like I’d gone up a level, I guess.

“And how are you physically?” He asked. That made me happy, that he was thinking about me.

“I think I’m okay” I said. My hole felt used and warm and in some ways like I still had a cock in there, but it didn’t feel sore or anything. “Actually I just feel hungry. I guess I skipped lunch and maybe my evening meal, too?”

“Yeah, you must have exhausted yourself by being far too cute and seducing us all” Mister Robert’s said with the chuckle.

I chuckled too. It’s not quite how I remembered it. But I liked that daddy said stuff like that.

“I have food coming. I ordered pizza and it’ll be here in twenty minutes. You mind if I check you out before it gets here?”

“You don’t mind? I mean, I could probably use a shower or whatever....” I guessed he wanted to see me, and that would be a turn-on for him. But I knew he genuinely wanted to be sure I was okay, too. And to be honest, I wanted him to check me over and I was very happy if that led pleases him.

I threw off the blanket and got up off the couch. I stood in front of him, between his knees, nude. I let my hands hang at my sides.

“You’re gorgeous” he said to me as he reached out a hand and caressed my tummy. “You know that..?”

I smiled shyly. I could feel my balls tingle and the blood flow in my dick increased. It wasn’t just his touch, it was standing here and being watched, too. I found that exciting.

“Turn around for me. Let’s see your little pussy, my darling boy”.

I just loved it when he called it my pussy and it thrilled me that he added “darling”. I turned and without being asked I bent over at the waist and took hold of my ankles.

I heard Mister Robert’s sit forward on the sofa. He placed his hands on my bottom and I could feel his breath. I heard him sniff and flushed red. I hoped I didn’t smell bad, but I guessed I was sweaty and cummy and despite my efforts, I guessed it was possible I was not entirely clean back there.

All thought of whether I was clean or smelly evaporated as daddy took a big lick of my hole. I quivered. His tongue was big, flat, hot and wet and his licking action was slow.

He licked again, and a third time. Then I felt a finger on my hole, probing, pulling me open. More tongue. More finger. My cock was rising. I forgot I was hungry and well fucked already. It’d let him have me again if he wanted. I loved his touched so much.

He licked again, pressing the tip of his tongue right into the crack of my hole and wiggling it around like he was trying to push it into me. Then he stopped.

“Remarkably good condition under the circumstances. And you taste great. Sometimes it’s nice to lick a well used pussy.” He said. “If you want to, it’d really like to make love with you tonight. Just me and you, in my bed, like boyfriends.”

I took a deep breath. On the one hand I was thoroughly disappointed that his tongue and finger was gone. On the other, the thought of us making love together later filled me with excitement. I stood up straight and turned. I climbed onto his lap and pushed my face onto his, pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted myself.

“I want that so much” I said. I was in such a good place. I felt well used and tired, but it such a good way. I felt submissive and sexy. I absolutely loved that I was spending my time in this way. I couldn’t believe my luck that Mister Roberts had found me. I wondered if he felt the same and I hoped he did.

As I lay in my bed the previous night I had even considered if Mister Roberts believed he was using me. I found that I didn’t care if he did. In some ways, I was using him. I think we both knew this wasn’t going anywhere. This wasn’t love. This was a very horny older guy and a newly sexed up teenager who desperately wanted to explore every possibility.

“I wish we could fool around every night.” I said, back in the moment.

“We can certainly do it sometimes. No reason you can’t find ways to stay here a fews night a week” he said, his fingers trailing around my buttocks and giving my goosebumps. “But maybe we can do something for you for when you’re home with no hard cock to ride?” He smiled, his eyes glinting in the light from the lamp.

I kissed him again and his tickled my hole. “What do you have in mind, daddy?” I asked.

“An old friend got in touch a few weeks back. He has set up an online sex toy business. That’s not what he calls it, but it’s basically what he does. Maybe I could get him to visit? Maybe he can bring some things over for you to try?”

I thought about it as I straddled Mister Roberts, sitting in his lap, his hands touching me in places that made it hard to concentrate. It might be fun to try some toys, I thought, but it would be more fun if the toys were available to both of us.

“How about we do that but maybe get some this for us to play with?” I said, feeling a bit sheepish. I still wasn’t entirely comfortable talking about sex so openly and I feel my neck going red.

Mister Roberts smiled. “I’d like that” he said. He looked at me in the eye and I felt like he was reading me. “Would you like it if we found some kinky things….? Maybe some thing that I can use to force you to be my submissive boy?”

I blushed furiously but I didn’t turn away. Mister Roberts put his hand underneath my bottom again and touched my hole, the sensation sending yet another electric thrill up my spine. I leaned forward and we kissed again while he rubbed around my hole with a single finger. I wanted to answer him but I wasn’t sure what I could say. He seemed to sense my difficulty and he applied pressure with his finger. He slid just the tip inside me and I took a deep breath. How did that feel so good?

“You’re my submissive boy, aren’t you, baby?” He said through our kiss.

I didn’t have to think about my response this time. “Yes, daddy” I said.

He buried his finger to the second knuckle and I moaned. I loved being fingered. Especially while we were kissing. Mister Roberts broke the kiss and held me, cuddled close with me with his finger exploring my hole.

“We’ll find some things to make you happy when you’re on your own, some things that we can use together for fun, and we’ll find some things that will turn you into my willing sex slave. How does that sound?” His voice was gruff, full of sexual tones and it reverberated through me.

If that pizza didn’t turn up soon I was bouncing on his cock, and that was a fact.

“Yes, daddy, I want that” I simpered.

I had visions of being tied up, maybe spanked, maybe shackled or caged. I had seen a small amount of porn like that. It had never been very interesting to me, but now the thought of daddy tying me up and abusing me was making my heart race like crazy.

There was a loud knock at the door. Daddy chuckled. He pulled his finger from my hole and pushed it into my mouth where I automatically sucked it clean and dry. He pushed me off him and he went to answer the door.

We sat and ate pizza and watched some TV until late. I remained fully nude for daddy and all through the evening he touched me, caressed my body, sometimes playing with my cock or touching my balls, and a couple of times he went so far as to finger me again.

Eventually he stood up and told me it was time for bed. I walked up the stairs in front of him and I knew his eyes were on my body, on my bottom as I walked up the stairs. I wondered if I was being sexy enough and I gave a little wiggle.

We got the the bedroom and he turned me around, embraced me, and we kissed passionately for long minutes. He pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me and we spent a long time just kissing, smooching, touching. His hands were everywhere and I found myself getting hotter, feeling sexier, perspiring… my heart was beating so quickly. It was like my first time again. This wasn’t on the floor or showing off to a him or his friends, this was just the two of us in his bed and I knew what he was going to do to me.

Eventually, after sucking my cock, nibbling at my nipples, and tonguing at my little pink hole, his demeanour changed and I knew he was about to have me.

I was laying on the edge of the bed and he was standing between my knees. He raised my legs up and held my feet up near his shoulders. He squeezed them, and he pushed my legs back as he leaned forward. I could feel myself open, my cheeks spread naturally and my hole was so ready for him. He pushed with his hips, not needing to take his hands from my feet. There it was, my favourite thing in the whole world right at my entrance.

Simultaneously he caressed my feet, leaned forward over me, pushing my legs back and locking me into position, dominating me like a daddy should. I felt his hard dick pushing onto me, my anus begin to open for him, the tip slide forward. I took a deep breath and he flexed his hips, thrusting the tip of his cock into me.

I exhaled. He leaned forward onto me, our lips touching. My legs slipped off his shoulders and I wrapped them around him as he pushed forward and buried his shaft deep in my tight boy pussy.

He made love to me like that. We simply kissed and touched and cuddled while he humped, thrust and fucked. It seemed to go on a long time, a glorious time of amazing, loving sex. Eventually he thrust forward and he came in me for the second time today. I felt the familiar pulse-pulse-pulse as he coated my insides with his cum.

He stayed inside me as he reached down and gave me a handjob while we lay there together. It didn’t take me long to shoot my load. It was nice, but I’d have gone without because my pleasure was in having him finishing in me. I lived for it.

He lay on me and sandwiched my cum between us, thrusting his now softer cock a little, just finishing off. Eventually he shuffled my limp and exhausted body further up onto the bed and I must have fallen asleep right away.

I slept like a baby.