Vinnie Deluca / 20 / Shaggy Dirty Blonde Hair / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ross Lynch
Sal Deluca / 28 / Light Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Light Hair and Stubble / 10-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ryan Kwanten
Tony Deluca / 45 / Dark Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Short Tight Beard and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Henry Cavill
Diego Perez / 50 / Medium Length Salt and Pepper Hair / Muscular Build / Smooth with a Mustache / 12-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Pedro Pascal
Maximo Perez / 20 / Medium Length Dark Brown Hair / Muscular Build / Smooth with a Mustache and Goatee / 10-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Osmar Sanjurjo
The Pool Party - Part 3
**Vinnie’s POV**
“Oh fuck, daddy. Breed my pussy. Please breed me. I fucking need it.”
Diego grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back hard as he slammed into my hairless pussy one last time from behind, painting my insides with his sticky load. Hands free, my cock shot volley after volley of cum onto the mattress below, forming a milky white puddle. My pussy clamped down on his cock as it massaged out every last drop from his throbbing daddy dick.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too!” Max yelled, as he jammed his cock down my throat. My nose buried in his bush as my stomach grew warm from his hot load. I reached around and grabbed his bubble butt, holding him firmly against me until he was done. Diego leaned down and kissed my back as he slowly pulled out. My swollen pussy felt empty, and alone. I always hated that feeling.
After Max’s body stopped shaking, I slowly pulled off his cock and wiped my mouth. He bent down and licked my lips before planting a kiss on them. I flipped over and collapsed on my back, trying to catch my breath. Max lay next to me, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“I think it’s time we finally got something to eat mijos” Diego said, standing over us. He rubbed his six pack, looking over at the buffet in the alcove hungrily. “You boys stay here, OK? I’ll go get us some food.” As he walked away, I scooted up and rested my head on Max’s chest.
“You feelin’ any better, guapo?” Max asked, as he played with my hair.
“Yeah...I mean...I don’t know” I said, burying my face in his arm pit. I took a long whiff and looked up at him. “I just can’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I had listened to him years ago. Invited my dad out onto the patio with us. So much shit could’ve been different.” Max just stared forward and grunted. “You don’t think?”
“I guess...I just figure...maybe in that life, I would probably still be in Chile” he said sadly. “Not with my dad here...not with you...” I sat up and smiled. I got on my knees and straddled his lap. His soft cock nestled between my bubble butt.
“Diego still would’ve worked for my dad” I said, slowly rubbing his chest. “I guarantee we still would’ve wound up fucking. And once I found out about you? His sexy, muscular, kind son? Fuck...you know we would’ve brought you here one way or the other.” He smiled up at me and kissed my hand.
“I like when you call my papi ‘daddy’” he said, wiggling his hips underneath me. I could feel his soft cock begin to grow again. “Makes me feel like I’m fucking mi hermano.”
“Is that the only reason it’s hot for you?” I asked. He rolled his eyes at the obvious ‘trap’ of a question.
“What you have going with my papi...do you think maybe there might be room for me?” he asked in a serious tone. I leaned down and kissed him passionately on the lips. I could feel him reach behind me. He grabbed the base of his cock and teased my cummy pussy lips with the head. “Think I can fuck a load into you before our ‘daddy’ gets back?” I smiled. I began to sit back as his head pushed passed my ring.
*Ahem*
I looked behind me. There stood Dad, Sal, The Wolf, and two of the...I dunno...man servants? Is that what we were calling them?
“Hey, bud” Dad said, walking up to us on the day bed. “We’ve been asked to attend a private meeting with the folks that...oversee...these parties. You’ll need to pick this back up later.” I looked down at Max and he just stared at me, confused. I slowly pulled off his cock and stepped onto the cool tile floor.
“Do we need...?” I started to ask a question.
“No clothes” replied The Wolf.
“OK then” I said, looking back at Max. “I guess...I’ll be back?”
“Please follow me, gentlemen” the man in the orange mask said. As we walked around the pool area, back towards the front of the house, I saw Adam Winger and his dad Jason walking in our direction.
“Good luck, Deluca” Adam said in a monotone. He looked almost...frightened. “Hope you do better than I did.”
“Come on, son” Jason said, wrapping his arm around Adam’s shoulders. “Your grandpa is waiting for us up in the hot tub.” As they walked away, Adam looked back at me over his shoulder. He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ as he and his dad climbed the stairs up to the second level.
“This way, please” Mr. Orange said, getting my attention again. We stopped when we got to the entrance of the pool area. As Dad and The Wolf chatted, I caught the eye of Diego walking away from the buffet, carrying a couple plates of food. He looked at me, puzzled. I shrugged and mouthed ‘I’ll be back’ and he nodded slowly and stood there watching us. The Wolf suddenly turned and left, leaving us alone with the servants.
“Follow me” said Mr. Orange.
I looked back over my shoulder at Diego as we headed through a pair of ornately carved double doors leading into the west wing of the estate. Mr. Orange led the way down a short, candle-lit hallway while Mr. Blue brought up the rear, making sure no one fell behind. At the end of the hallway, Mr. Orange opened the door and walked into the next room.
We stepped into the room, one by one. The hot afternoon sun shone through a pair of tinted windows that ran from the floor to the ceiling, draping the entire room in blue light. This room had a Moroccan theme to it. Multi-colored fabrics, muted into various shades of blue by the windows, draped from the ceiling, creating a large, billowing tent. A pair of smooth, slim-waisted teenage brothers rolled around on a pile of decorative throw pillows on the floor. Each one, trying to assert dominance over the other as they laughed and grunted from exertion. They were surrounded by a handful of sex toys they must’ve pilfered from another room.
“Dude, let me try out this dildo in your ass.”
“Fuck you, Matt. You know you want to try it too.”
“What about this double-sided one? Here, bend over.”
“No dude, wait! Shit that fucking hurts!”
“Want me to take it out?”
“...No. Leave it.”
“Please stay with the group, Mr. Deluca” Mr. Blue said coming up behind me, bringing me back to reality. Sal turned around and grabbed my hand, keeping me close.
“Come on, baby bro” he said. “Stick with the group.”
On other side of the room, Mr. Orange opened the next door and stepped through. This room was decorated like a castle bedroom, draped in purple light from the large circular stain glass window high upon the wall to the right. It had a larger-than-life wood-framed bed that looked like something designed by Robert Therrien. Everything in this room was meant to dwarf the average sized person.
Just then, Patches and Tiger, Governor Ted’s ‘pup twins’ came barreling around the corner of the bed. Patches was in hot pursuit of his brother, as they panted and yipped, running around in circles on all fours. Their jocks had come off at some point, as their identical 6-inch cocks bounced up and down, but their pup masks were still firmly in place. The two stopped running when they noticed us.
Tiger crawled over to us slowly on his hands and knees and began sniffing their new guests. Patches crawled up behind his brother and spread apart his ass cheeks. He grabbed his hard cock and began peeing on his brother’s pussy while he stared at me through the eyes of his mask. He grabbed his brother’s hips and pushed his cock deep inside, flooding his guts with his hot golden piss. He was letting us know, in his terms, that his brother belonged to him. We continued on to the next room as he began aggressively humping his brother, causing his piss to squirt out, splashing his chest and the floor.
The next room had been set up like a classroom. Sun filtered through a rectangular, horizontal window, mimicking a chalkboard, draping the room in green light. Fathers and sons of various ages filled out the 3 rows of desks, facing the front of the room. A man stood in front dressed like a 1950’s high school teacher. His son stood next to him facing the wall, stripped naked, with his hands bound together by the tassels of the retractable maps above his head. The teacher began to slowly fuck his student with his wooden pointer stick.
“This is what you get, boy, for not doing your assigned homework.”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“Do you feel me violating your hole with my rod in front of all your classmates?”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you want me to keep going with the rod or would you rather feel your teacher’s fat cock split you in half?”
“Please sir...both sir. Please punish me.”
“Very good, boy. But only after you make it up to your classmates for taking time away from their education.”
The ‘students’ rose in unison as they made their way to the front of the class, stroking their drooling cocks. Lining up behind the teacher’s son, they began to take turns fucking him mercilessly against the wall as the teacher sat in his chair and jerked off to the show. Sal pulled me through the next door.
We stepped back in time to what looked like a bedroom from the 1980’s. The window blinds were drawn shut and the only light source stemmed from a pair of plastic jack-o-lanterns on the desk and dresser, turning the room orange. A teenage boy lay in the bed, wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old baseball jersey cut into a crop top, while he listened to music through his large retro headphones. The closet door on the other side of the room opened with a creek. A massive, muscular man, wearing mechanic coveralls and a hockey mask stepped out slowly. The zipper to his coveralls was completely open, revealing his muscular chest, matted in white hair, leading down to his white bush and massive, veiny cock. He crept over to the bed. Grabbing one of the boy’s ankles, he flipped him over onto his stomach and yanked down his sweatpants as the boy tried to get away, screaming for help.
The man climbed on top of the bed and rammed his cock to the hilt up the boy’s pussy in one go. The boy screamed out in pain as the man began to fuck him aggressively from behind. He wrapped his hands around the boy’s neck and carved out his insides. The room filled with moans and the soft music seeping out from the headphones, now dangling over the edge of the bed. The man in the hockey mask looked up at me as he continued fucking the boy. His breathing made louder by the mask covering his nose and mouth.
“Come on, boys” Dad said, turning back towards me and Sal. “I think we’re almost there. Right?”
“Yes sir” Mr. Orange said. “Just a bit further.”
The next room was modern and bare. Everything in it was white. A bearded man in his 60’s sat in a white, wingback chair in front of a long bench. On the bench stood a series of plugs and dildos arranged from smallest to biggest. At the opposite end of the bench, the man’s son stood in a white robe, with his hands at his side.
“Are you ready to lose your virginity to your father, my son?”
“Yes, father.”
“Then prove it. Come to me and sit on your father’s cock.”
The son opened his robe and shrugged it off onto the floor. He had a swimmer’s build like me, with not a trace of hair on his body except a very small bush around his 5-inch cock. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the nearby table, he rubbed his hairless ring in preparation. He walked up to the bench and sat down on the first butt plug. It disappeared inside him easily.
“Good. Keeping going. Stretch your hole for your father.”
The boy stood up and moved on to the next one. He briefly winced but never lost eye contact with his dad. The dad leaned back in his chair and began slowly stroking his cock as his son continued his path forward, stretching out his pussy in anticipation of being bred by his dad for the first time.
“Here we are” Mr. Orange said at the final door. He opened it and this time, stood aside, letting us go in first.
The door led down a narrow hallway, with a sparsely decorated room at the end. At the center stood a large, round bed on a platform, lit up by a solitary lavender spotlight from above. Six wingback chairs circled the platform.
“Welcome Deluca family” a voice said, coming from a dark corner of the room. It was The Wolf. Next to him stood local weatherman, Trent Stagg, Uncle Nico, Governor Ted, and 2 other men I hadn’t seen before. I looked around for signs of Jake, but it didn’t seem like there were any other ‘sons’ in the room with us. “Please, make your way up to the bed.” He motioned towards the platform. The three of us walked up to the bed and slowly turned around.
“Boys, as you know, this group is open to all fathers and sons who love each other and well, let’s be honest, fuck each other senseless” Ted said, stepping into the light. A few of the men chuckled. “But we also seek to find families that will not only help keep our secret but find ways to improve upon the lives of those who walk the same path.”
“Brother. Boys” Nico said, walking up next to Ted.
“Now, Nico here” Ted continued. “He was kind enough to recommend you all for our inner circle, but to be completely honest, you were already on the short list.” Nico looked at him, confused. “Tony, your construction company was already a commercial success, even before your brother got involved. A single father raising two handsome young men on his own while he helps build this town? Story writes itself. Sal, you’re already an international celebrity with ‘Luigi’s Room’. Well...you were. How do we get you back on there making content again? Asking for a friend of course.” He winked at Sal. “And Vinnie, swim team champion, Dean’s List at school, and I’ve seen your followers on Instagram. Quite a few ‘straight, married’ dads liking those photos you post, sunbathing in the nude. You’ve got a power between those cheeks of yours.”
“So, you want us to join your inner circle?” Dad asked scratching the back of his head.
“Our generous benefactor here, Mr. Lee” Ted said, motioning towards The Wolf, “can change your lives overnight. If you were to join us.” Dad looked at me and Sal.
“I, um, appreciate the offer” Dad said, looking over the group of men standing before us. “But we’ve had some recent experiences with...’improvements’ being forced on us, and it wasn’t that great in the end.” He locked eyes with his brother.
“Oh, my boy Nicky here?” Ted asked, playfully punching Nico in the arm. “Yeah, well...you can lead an Italian horse to water, but you can’t make him spend your money intelligently. Is that a saying?”
“What do you mean?” Dad asked, looking back and forth at Ted and Nico.
“Oh, his ‘buy out’ from his old company?” Ted said. “That was us....well, Mr. Lee. You think some tile company or whatever is gonna buy this man out for 10 million dollars?” Nico looked at him confused and angry. It would appear this was news to my uncle as well. “He spent most of his days on his boat breeding his son. I love ya, Nicky, but you’ve been using Mr. Lee’s money poorly. Nico was originally part of our European chapter. When we found out about you and your sons, we decided it would benefit everyone to bring him back state-side. One little email from his former classmate, Jason Winger, was all it took.”
“You’ve been moving me around like a piece on a chess board this whole fucking time?!” Nico asked angrily. Ted grabbed Nico’s wrist and twisted it until he fell to his knees.
“You need to remember your place” Ted said in a low, even tone. “You will not speak again, until I tell you to. Understood?” Ted released his wrist. Nico slowly stood up and walked back over, standing next to Trent. Ted turned back to face us, with a huge smile. “Sorry about that, boys. Now, where were we?”
“You mentioned...changing our lives. What exactly would we get out of it?” Sal asked.
“Sky’s the limit, kid” Ted said. “Maybe we get you out of amateur porn. Hard launch you in the real industry. We could sell truckloads of dildos modeled after your cock and Fleshlights after your cunt. Or...you could go legit. Want to own and operate your own gym? Maybe start a fitness app? Whatever you want.” Sal rubbed his chin as he contemplated the various paths that lay before him.
“Tony” Ted said. “Your company is already crushing it. You’re building Santa Fe up from the ground level every day. What about affecting it at an even higher level? ‘Mayor Tony Deluca’ has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” Dad looked down at the ground. “And Vinnie...what does our Vinnie want? Join your brother in the porn industry? Or maybe fashion designer? Men’s lingerie? Must be so hard finding something to seduce your brother and dad in, when everything is made for women. Even just a model. The pheromones emanating from that pussy of yours would drive a runway mad.”
“I...I don’t know” I said, rubbing my arm.
“Well, the good news is you don’t have to decide today” Ted said with a smile. “First, we need to find out if you have what it takes to join us.”
“What do you want us to do?” Dad asked.
“Well, Tony it’s really quite simple” Ted said. “We’re gonna sit here and jerk off while we watch you fuck your boys.” The six men began circling the bed as they sat down in their assigned armchairs.
“OK...” Dad said, climbing onto the bed. Sal and I followed behind him. It’s not like we haven’t been fucking around in front of an audience since we got here. So, it’s a little more private? What’s the big deal? The only thing I couldn’t shake was Adam’s noticeable fear about his initiation. What don’t we know yet? “So, we just have sex in front of you all, and that’s it?” The six men, including The Wolf, sat there in silence, slowly milking their cocks in anticipation.
“It’s OK, guys” Sal said. “We’ve fucked in front of others plenty of times before. And I’m kind of amazing when I get to perform for an audience.” I rolled my eyes at that last sentence.
Wasting no time, I laid down on my back. With my legs behind my head, I reached down and pried my pussy open, displaying my bred pussy to my dad and brother. A couple drops of Diego’s cum seeped out. Dad smiled at me and bent down, inches from my gaping hole. He lapped up the cum and held his tongue underneath, waiting to be fed more. I gently pushed, causing a steady stream of cum to pour out as Dad struggled to swallow it all. Diego’s cum coated his lips and covered his beard in white streaks. As the stream died down, he latched onto my pussy and rammed his tongue deep inside. I could feel him scraping the walls of my insides trying to get every last drop of Diego’s load out of me. His scratchy beard rubbed up against my most sensitive areas, sending shivers down my spine.
“My boy’s pussy tastes so fucking good” Dad said, gasping for air before diving back in. The room filled with his grunts and slurps. I grabbed a clump of his hair and held him firmly against my hole.
“Get in there, Dad” I moaned as I locked eyes with Ted. His mouth hung open, tongue out, as he stroked his fat, leaking cock. The fact that we had an audience no longer phased me. “Fuck, daddy. You’re eating my boy pussy so fucking good” I said, licking my lips, never breaking eye contact with Ted. I could see him mouth ‘fuck’ in response to the show before him. Sal stood up on the bed and straddled my head.
“You hungry, baby bro?” he asked, pulling his hairy cheeks apart, showing me his puffy muscle cunt.
“Yeah, big bro” I said licking my lips. “I haven’t eaten anything all day.”
“Let big bro take care of you” he said, sliding a finger into his cunt. “I’ve got Dad’s load all warmed up for you.” A drop of cum fell from his hole and hit my lips. I licked it up and stuck my tongue out for more. Sal looked at our audience as he slowly lowered himself until his cunt’s swollen lips were pressed against mine. I swirled my tongue around the sweaty, hairy ring and pressed inside. Sal grunted as he pushed Dad’s load out into my eager mouth. I could feel my cock drooling pre-cum onto my abs as I drank my lunch.
Dad had finished his meal and I could feel the familiar shape of his veiny monster sliding back and forth across my gaping hole. It wanted in. It needed in. It belonged inside me. Sal stood up and I took a deep breath in. I wiped my mouth and looked over to my left. Trent Stagg sat there fingering his pussy as he watched us. I get it, Trent. Guys like us need our pussies stuffed. It’s the only way we can really get off. Sorry you couldn’t bring your large black friend in here with you.
Dad began teasing my hole with the spongey, flared head of his cock. He’d stick a little bit of it inside and pull it out, each time with a loud popping sound. I grew impatient. The teasing was driving me crazy. Sal leaned over and spit in my pussy, lubing it up. Dad smacked his cock on my boy pussy one last time before ramming it all the way inside until his balls rested on my ass. I let out a yelp, as I adjusted to the invasion. No matter how many times he fucks me, or how many cocks I have stuffed in my pussy, each time felt like the first.
Dad began slot fucking me, hard and fast. He leaned back and flexed his muscles as Sal crouched down and buried his face in Dad’s pits, licking up the sweat and inhaling his musk. Dad looked over at his brother and winked as Nico played with his silver dollar-sized nipples. Sal kissed his way down Dad’s pecs and took a nipple in his mouth. He flicked it gently with his tongue before biting down hard. Dad let out a loud grunt and held Sal’s head in place. Dad’s heavy balls continued to smack my ass as he cored out my insides.
“Oh fuck, Dad” I moaned, eyeing my next target, The Wolf. “You’re stretching out my smooth boy pussy with your massive cock.” I’d never seen someone look stoic while masturbating, but he was nailing it.
Dad pulled Sal off his nipple and ordered him to get on me. He laid down on top of me, face to face. His cock slid up my abs, lubed by my own pre-cum. Dad was at the other end, admiring his sons’ holes lined up in a row for him. He got on his haunches and rammed his cock up Sal’s cunt. Sal let out a whimper, as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. Dad continued to hammer Sal’s hole, grunting and sweating like an animal. The hair on his chest was matted and smeared.
“Fuck” Dad panted. “How’d I get so lucky to have two sons with beautiful, silky-smooth pussies for me to use whenever I want? Get you both fucking pregnant.”
I kissed Sal’s cheek as we weathered Dad’s assault together. Sal lifted his head and he kissed me. Our breathing heavy, as our tongues explored the back of each other’s mouths. Sal let out a breath of air as Dad pulled his greasy cock out and rammed it back into my pussy. He’d fuck my pussy for a few minutes before pulling out and fucking Sal’s again. This went on and on. Our holes would be left cold and gaping as he’d fuck the other’s pussy. Back and forth, like a game of roulette to see who would win Dad’s ‘prize’. Sal ran his hands through my hair as we continued to make out. I clawed at his muscular, sweaty back. I could tell by Dad’s breathing that he was close to cumming.
“Here it comes, boy” Dad said. “You get to carry my next fucking baby.” I felt him enter me one last time as he slammed into me hard, causing Sal and I to break our kiss. He flooded my insides as his load gushed out of my hole around his pulsating dick. Sal quickly sat up and leaned back against Dad as he furiously jerked his cock.
“Here it comes, baby bro!” he yelled as his cock erupted like a fire hose, spraying my face and chest with my older brother’s hot load. I licked whatever hit my lips, savoring each drop. With his cock still in me, Dad slid three fingers into my pussy and punched my g spot hard. My body convulsed with intense pleasure. I scooped up a glob of Sal’s cum and jerked off until I coated my own chest with my load. Sal, fully spent, rolled off and laid down next to me.
I opened my eyes and saw the six men had climbed the platform and now stood over me on the bed. Their breathing was heavy, as pre-cum poured from their cocks like a running faucet. Without another word, they came, one by one, coating me in their loads.
Dad slowly pulled out and sat at the edge of the bed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. I laid there drenched in cum, with Dad’s load leaking out of my pussy, catching my breath. Maybe not necessarily what I had it mind when I pictured going to a pool party today, but it was at least over. The five men returned to their seats as their cocks began to deflate.
“Well done, gentlemen” said The Wolf as he walked over to a new door on the western side of the room. “There’s just one thing left to do. Vincent if you would, please step up to the final door.” I sat up and looked at Sal and Dad. The three of us looked at each other and shrugged as I slid off the bed. Cum coated my face and body and ran down my legs. I slowly walked over to The Wolf and stood in front of the door. The Wolf stepped forward and opened it. At the end of a long dark hallway was a room all in black. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, adorned with red light bulbs in various sizes and shapes. I stepped into the hallway, when suddenly a large black muscular figure in a bull mask stepped into the door frame. His chest heaved as he reached out and beckoned me forward. “Go on, young man. Go on.” I looked back over my shoulder at my dad and Sal; they looked at me and then looked at each other nervously. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I took another step towards the looming beast.
“No.”
I turned my head around. My dad stood in the doorway behind me. His eyes glowed red from the light at the end of the hall. He grabbed my arm and yanked me out. I looked up at him as he pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me tight.
“No. I’m sorry, but no” he said walking us both back over towards Sal. “Whatever is down that hallway...my son...either son...is not getting anywhere near it. We appreciate your hospitality today and your enticing offers, but I’m not putting my sons through anymore of this shit. I have a responsibility to protect them, even if it means throwing this all away.” The room was silent for a moment before Ted stepped forward, clapping.
“Exactly” Ted said as a smile crossed his face. “Well done, Tony.” The three of us looked at each other, pissed off and confused. “When you first got here, I told you it was your duty to protect your sons at any cost. And you did. I wish I could say that about some of the other families we once considered for the inner circle.”
I looked down at my feet. Does that mean Adam’s dad and grandpa let him go into the red room? Is that why his family isn’t part of the inner circle? Against my better judgement, I started to feel a little bad for Adam.
“What’s in that room?” I asked softly.
“Nothing you need to worry about now” Ted said with a devilish smile. “You know about the Warthog behind the waterfall. Well...Minos and his red room...let’s just say he’s a necessary evil and far worse than that squealing doctor and his grandson. You either pass the test and prove you’re worthy or your son is subjected to indescribable pleasure...through pain.” I looked away disgusted.
“What now?” Dad asked, eager to move things along.
“Well now, you’re in!” Ted said gleefully. “Welcome to the club, Delucas.” The other members clapped and congratulated us. Nico hung back, obviously still pissed about the club manipulating him back into our lives.
“Can we go?” I asked.
“Well sure!” Ted said. “We’ll just...”
“Great. Dad. Sal. I’ll see you outside in thirty” I said as I grabbed a sheet from the bed and quickly made my way back towards the pool. I used the sheet to wipe the cum from my body as I walked through the white room. The boy gleefully savored his prize as he bounced on his father’s cock in the wingback chair. In the orange room, the ‘killer’ had claimed his victim who now laid stripped and hog-tied, covered in rope burns and cum. The man in the mask jumped off the bed and tried to get between me and the door. I tossed the soiled sheet over his head and shoved him aside. The class had vacated the green room, save for the boy and the teacher who slowly fucked him apart on the teacher’s desk. In the purple room, Patches ran up and started barking at me. I growled right back at him and he ran to hide under the bed. In the blue room, the brothers fucked themselves against their double-sided dildo. Their bubble butts bounced as they slammed back into each other over and over again.
As I stepped back out into the party, I saw Diego and Max talking by the pool. They both looked over at me and smiled. I walked up and grabbed their hands.
“Follow me” I said leading them into the East Wing. As we made our way to the second floor, I filled them in on our initiation. The rooms that led there. The monster at the end of the road.
“Are you OK, mijo?” Diego asked, concerned.
“No...but I will be” I said, stopping in front of a horrific stuffed owl. We entered the door across from the owl and I made my way towards the closet. I flung the double doors open and entered nirvana. The walls were lined with designer clothes, shoes, accessories. The latest collections from all the top designers, at our fingertips. “Grab whatever you want. It’s on Governor Ted.”
Thirty minutes later, I stood outside with Dad, Sal, Diego and Max, decked out in Milan’s latest trends, waiting for the valets to bring our cars around. Max leaned on his dad, ready to pass out from exhaustion. Sal, reunited with his true love, his cell phone, was rapid-fire texting, catching up his boy toy on the events of the day.
“You OK, bud?” Dad asked, rubbing the small of my back. “I know that was a lot back there. Don’t even worry about storming off. They get it’s a lot to take in all at once. These guys though...they could do so much for us and, we’d get to be ourselves...our true selves without judgement or hiding.” Maybe I was immature for not caring or seeing the bigger picture. Maybe he was blinded by a better life we didn’t need. I knew, deep down inside though, that I never wanted to step back inside that house again.
“I think...I think I’m gonna get a ride back with Diego and Max if that’s OK with them” I said as Diego looked over at me and smiled. “I was also thinking of maybe crashing there tonight.” Dad stared at me silently for a moment before a smile crossed his face.
“Sure, bud” he said, caressing my cheek. “If that’s what you need right now. Get back safe, OK? It’s starting to get dark and it’s about an hours drive.” Diego looked at him and gave him a thumbs up as the valet returned with his beat-up old truck.
“I know...I know” I said. “We will. I’ll text you when we get home. Well...their home.” I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and turned to head towards Diego’s truck.
Max opened the passenger seat so I could climb in first. I’m going to choose to read it as a sweet gesture and not him not wanting to ride bitch. “Let’s go home, mijos” Diego said. As we headed down the driveway towards the front gate, I watched my dad in the rearview mirror wave goodbye. “Anyone hungry? We can get some take out on the way home.”
“Si” Max said, looking out the window.
“Absofuckinglutely” I said, resting my head on Diego’s shoulder as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
We had crossed a lot of lines as a family this year. Some good. Some bad. Some Nico. Today felt different though. I was quickly approaching a fork in the road, and I was worried I might not have the courage to make the right decision about my future in this family.
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