The following is a work of erotic fiction. As such, it depicts graphic sexual situations. Only venture forward if it is legal for you to do so in your region.
Dustin Fellowes had been the Johnson’s next door neighbor for eight years. In that time, he couldn’t really say he knew the family all that well. They seemed nice enough, Alex and Vivian, and the boys were, well, teen-aged boys. His wife, Cara, thought Alex was a good-looking sonofabitch. That was alright. Dustin thought the same about Vivian. Not that Cara was exactly fugly, but she had put on more than a few pounds over the years. Well, so had he. Not that he was out of shape, or so he thought. So his arms were a more than a little flabby. And his legs. He still ran around the block, once, every other night. And he was four years older than Alex Johnson, after all, having moved past the forty mark.
His son, Damien, was the same age as the eldest Johnson boy. Damien was something of a book worm. He and Ryder Johnson had little in common. There was something about that boy that didn’t sit right with Dustin. He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but he was secretly pleased the boys hadn’t clicked. The younger Johnson boy, Jaylen, was all-sports while Damien only cared about track and gymnastics.
They were neighbors, but in name only. Not that he peeked behind window blinds, but Dustin noticed that Vivian wasn’t around much. Especially on weekends. Alex was usually out there doing yard work, shirtless, causing Cara to decide that she just had to clean the windows on that side of the house. Those damned windows should be rubbed clear through by now. Okay, so he was a good-looking, well-built guy. Charcoal jawed, thick, dark hair, broad shouldered, hairy and muscular chest, narrow waist, strong legs. It’s not like Dustin was envious. Well, okay, maybe just a little.
Dustin was your ordinary, everyday banker. Receeding hairline, average looks, bespectacled, always clean-shaved and five pounds overweight. Maybe ten. Okay, twenty. A gut. He couldn’t help that Cara cooked so well. Not sports minded at all, like Alex was. He’d prefer to watch an action movie to a sporting match.
On the few times the Fellowes and Johnsons had gotten together---a pool party at the Johnsons, barbeque at the Fellowes----the men had little to talk about. And Alex in nothing more than trunks put Dustin to shame. Even the women didn’t have anything in common. Good thing the Andersons from two doors down were also present. At least they added a different perspective to things, although George Anderson drank too much and often got a little vulgar.
The dynamics were so different between the Fellowes and Johnsons that Dustin found it strange that Saturday morning when Ryder came knocking on their door asking for his help. It seemed that Alex had gotten himself into some sort of trouble and needed assistance, although Ryder wasn’t clear on exactly what the trouble was. Dustin had earlier seen Vivian drive off with the younger son when he stepped out in his bathrobe to retrieve the morning paper. Yes, he was old school when it came to certain things.
Ryder was a good-looking boy, a combination of the best attributes of each of his parents. But there was also the hint of a devil in the teen’s mischievous eyes. Dustin didn’t entirely trust him and was again secretly glad he and Damien had not become friends. Although he really didn’t wish to become involved Dustin figured he would be remiss in not at least finding out what assistance Alex needed. Cara had gone off to the outlet mall, something she did every weekend, and would be gone for hours, if past history held. The woman loved to shop. Good thing she worked and made a decent wage. Damien was probably up in his room, behind closed doors, reading a book. As usual. The boy really needed to make some friends and interact rather than being solitary.
Dustin excused himself to go change out of his bathrobe and into some clothes but Ryder was quick to discourage him, assuring him time was of the essence and it would only take a moment. Dustin was indeed curious and so, tying his robe more securely around his waist, followed Ryder in bathroom slippers across the lawn to the Johnson home.
It was unnaturally quiet inside the house. Glancing around the foyer and living room, he asked, “So, where is your dad?”
“Oh, he’s upstairs,” Ryder explained, mounting the steps. “Come on. He’s got something stuck and needs help getting it, well, unstuck.”
Curiously, Dustin followed the lean teen up the staircase. He felt awkward, undressed as he was, with only a pair of boxer shorts under his robe. The teen led him to a door at the end of the hallway, opened it and ushered him inside. The door closed behind him and, hearing a click of the lock, Dustin turned toward it. Grasping the handle, he attempted to turn it, but the door was securely locked. Banging his fist against it he shouted, “Ryder, what is the meaning of this? Open this door!” He only got an alarming giggle in response.
A muffled groan caught his attention. Stepping around the entry way and into the main body of the bedroom he gasped at what he saw. Alex Johnson was bound and unabashedly nude on the king-sized bed! His arms were tied together and secured to the headboard, his big triceps bulging. Strong, hairy legs were spread wide and secured from the joint under each knee to a bed post on either side of that same headboard. There was a red ball gag in his mouth, a similar colored string hanging from his anus and a sexual device Dustin recognized from those adult magazines he sometimes secretly perused as a rubber pussy covering his manhood!
Dustin’s eyeglasses steamed up.
What in tarnation was this? Alarmed, he turned back to the door and banged again. “Ryder! What is this all about? Open this door now!”
“My daddy needs help, Mr. Fellowes. Please help him!”
That was hardly innocence in his voice, Dustin thought. Since they were the only ones here it had to have been Ryder who trussed his father up like this. It was scandalous! But what was he to do? He wished he had brought his cell phone with him. He could have reached out to the police.
Almost hesitantly Dustin turned back to the bedroom. What a sight handsome, macho Alex was in a totally compromising position. Gingerly, Dustin approached the bed. Alex was mumbling something undecipherable and nodded down his body with fear in his eyes. Dustin’s eyes wandered down Alex’s well-built frame to the rubber pussy vibrating on his privates.
“Y-you are telling me to take it off?” he inquired hesitantly. Alex nodded his head frantically.
With tentative hands Dustin reached out, grasped the whirring thing and lifted it off. There was a squelching sound as it slid free of the handsome man’s privates. Dustin tossed it aside as if it was a hot potato. Freed, Alex’s hard cock slapped back, spraying a trail of pre-cum across his taut belly. Just like the rest of him, Alex had a perfect piece, nicely thick and at least eight inches, Dustin judged. It was all slick with some lubricant.
Alex was still fussing. Unable to understand, Dustin reached for the gag. It took some effort but he finally got it free. The thing was like a large, ripe red delicious apple.
“Oh man, take it out! Please, take it out!” he implored.
Dustin’s brow furrowed. He didn’t understand.
“That damned thing in my ass!” Alex explained. “Take it the fuck out!”
Looking down, Dustin saw the thing he had first thought a string was actually a plastic cord. For easier access he climbed up onto the bed between the spread of Alex’s manly thighs, took hold of it and instantly dropped it when a mild shock assaulted his fingers.
“Get it out, man!” Alex shouted.
Taking an edge of his robe in hand Dustin wrapped it around the cord and pulled. About two inches of it came out and then stuck. “Pull harder!” Alex implored. Dustin threw some muscle into it and, to his shock, Alex’s ass lips gaped wide and a ball the same size as the apple-shaped gag came out. It was bouncing and whirring like mad. “There’s more! Keep pulling!” Dustin could see he was correct. The cord was still buried in the man’s asshole. Dustin used both hands this time to pull again and another, the size of a softball, came free. Dustin yanked again and a third, larger than the first two was released. Alex gnashed his teeth and thrashed about in his restraints as Dustin released the final spheroid. Dropping the sex toy to the mattress he watched it jump and dance around, obviously controlled by some remote device. Alex’s asshole, lined by fine dark fur, was still wide open like a desperate mouth.
“Untie me, man!” Alex implored.
“Wh-what is this all about?” Dustin inquired, his eyes sweeping over the enviable, manly body.
“Never mind that!” Alex bellowed. “Just fucking untie me, you idiot!”
Dustin reacted as though he’d been slapped. “Seems to me you were playing some perverted sex game with your son and things got out of hand.”
Alex fought against his bonds. “It’s none of your business. Just untie me, dammit, before he comes back.”
“But he’s the one who sent me to rescue you,” Dustin reasoned. “Why should you fear him?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alex glared at him incredulously. “I’m tied up here, like this, and you want to debate the issue. Just. Untie. Me.”
Dustin’s face clouded. He later wasn’t certain what had possessed him but he calmly said, “I think not.”
Alex’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean? Are you fucking crazy? Untie me, you geeky asshole.”
“Geeky asshole, eh? I think what we need to do is shut you up, big man.” With that he reached for the ball gag. Horrified, Alex tossed his head from side to side and attempted to keep his lips tightly shut, but Dustin persevered until the huge apple popped back into place. Alex really railed against his restraints, thrashing about like a hooked fish.
In his bedroom just down the hall Ryder watched through the cam he had earlier secreted in his parents’ bedroom. Things were going just as he had hoped they would. He hauled out his cock and casually stroked as he watched the action taking place just down the hallway.
Dustin found himself enjoying watching this man squirm. Big mister construction worker. So handsome. So coveted. In her private moments Cara probably masturbated to images of the shirtless man next door. Maybe fantasized it was him on those rare occasions she allowed Dustin to fuck her. Men like Alex had always made Dustin feel inferior. He’d always wanted to stand up to them, puff out his chest and say, “I’m a man, too!” Now, under these strangest of circumstance, he was being offered his chance. And Dustin was going to take it.
Alex was further horrified when Dustin whipped open his robe and ripped it from his body. His hard cock was sticking up from the fly of his boxers. He tossed his head from side to side, strenuously objecting, although his words were unintelligible.
“We’ll see who’s a geeky asshole,” he said with an insane grin.
To Alex’s horror, this normally mild-mannered man raised a fleshy arm and loudly slapped one of his upturned buttocks. Alex’s ass, unlike Dustin’s, was so tight that it failed to even jiggle. He raised the left arm and whacked the other. Then the right, then the left, all the while thinking of those perfect looking mean boys in school who made fun of his roly-poly self. Teens who probably grew up to be handsome men like Alex. He didn’t stop until Alex’s ass cheeks were a bright, stinging shade of crimson.
Alex railed against his restraints, his features showing unbridled fury. Dustin smiled sadistically, for once in his life having the upper hand with the all-American hero type. Alex’s raised manhole was clenching and unclenching before his eyes. Winking at him, perhaps? Dustin reached out with a chunky index finger and ran it over the wet lips. Alex thrashed about in his fetters. With an evil grin on his fleshy features, Dustin slipped the finger into the handsome man’s asshole. The lubricant used to insert those dangerous looking balls allowed him to slide in down to the last knuckle. He twisted his finger around, turning his palm upside down and scoured the inside of those tight ass lips. Alex was truly fuming, his nostrils flaring from heavy, incensed breathing.
The scene flashed to a porn flick he’d come across online where the stud of the piece was fingering female gash for a while before abandoning one hole for the other and eventually fitting his entire hand into her asshole. Dustin’s eyes glittered malevolently as he thought of the possibilities. That last ball which had come out of Alex’s macho ass couldn’t have been larger than his fist. Flashing back to Dion, Harvey, Trevor and all the other Alex clones who had taunted him his entire life Dustin balled up his left hand, the predominant one, and brought it to Alex’s hole.
It had only been a few short hours ago when Alex awoke to Vivian’s alarm, rolled over and dozed off while she went to shower and gussy herself up for her weekly Saturday trip to visit her parents. The Faulkners were nearly a two hour trip away and Vivian sometimes didn’t return until late at night. Alex only went with her on holidays and, even then, begrudgingly. He and Hank Faulkner, Vivian’s father, had never gotten along. Hank had always objected to their marriage, thinking darling Vivian deserved better than a blue-collar worker, even though that was exactly the type her two brothers were. Alex wasn’t too crazy about them either. So, instead, each week Vivian took one of her sons. This trip was Jay’s turn. Alex knew it wasn’t exactly either of the boys’ favorite thing either.
Once the car was pulling out of the driveway Alex arose, brushed his teeth and slipped into the shower. He took a long, leisurely one while listening to tunes from his personal playlist on the smartphone. It masked the sounds of Ryder slipping into the room and making preparations for his latest devious plan.
Toweling off, Alex had slipped back into the bedroom on bare feet when he was suddenly and unexpectedly tackled from behind. Before he could react he was tossed upon his back on the bed and one of his wrists was being shackled to the back board. Rebounding, Alex moved to fight off the intruder before realizing it was his son, Ryder. That moment of recognition was all it took for Ryder to secure his other arm. Craning his neck he could see the straps with hoops through which his hands had been placed, then easily tightened and secured.
“Ryder!” he admonished. “What the fuck?”
“Shut the fuck up!” his aberrant son snarled, attaching another restraint under his left knee and hoisting it up and back. Alex kicked out with his right leg, but Ryder easily got hold of it and gave it the same treatment. Alex was trussed up like a turkey ready for the Thanksgiving oven.
Sitting back on his haunches to admire his work, arms crossed over his chest Ryder bobbed his head, “Now that’s the position a dad whore like you should always be in.”
“Alright Ryder,” Alex said. “You’ve had your fun. You win. Now untie me.”
“Fuck no,” Ryder spat out. “The fun is just about to begin, big man. I’ve got some special presents for you.”
“Ryder, I have things to do today. The grass needs to be cut---”
“Fuck the grass. It’ll be there tomorrow. Mom and Jay are gone and you and me have got alllllllllllll day to play. And, boy, have I got some playthings for you.” He hopped off the bed and retrieved the large bag he’d left on the dresser.
Alex tested the bonds while his son’s back was turned. They were very secure. He was at his sadistic son’s mercy. And he didn’t like it. Not one bit. Ever since his eldest son had caught him red-handed in a sleazy hotel room with a male trick he’d been blackmailing him. Alex had reluctantly submitted to being the boy’s sex slave, doing all sorts of things a father and son were never meant to do. Ryder had then taken things a step further, luring him to a sleazy sex shop and having one anonymous man after another defile him with their cocks. What salacious things did he have in store for him now?
Alex’s long-lashed eyelids widened when he got a gander at Ryder’s bag of tricks. His brat son truly intended to work him over. If it was someone other than Ryder he might have been aroused by the idea. But his tormentor was his son, for crap’s sake. This isn’t the way things were supposed to be. He was the parent, not the boy’s sex toy. Deciding he just had to take a stand Alex calmly said, “Ryder, this has to stop. You’re my son, I’m your father. You’ve had your twisted little fun. You wanted to maybe punish me for what I’ve done? Okay, I’m punished. Now untie me.”
Ryder spat a puff of air. “You stopped being my dad when I caught you red-handed with dick up your ass. All you are to me now is a fag cum dump. Besides,” he said sarcastically, “I am giving you what you’re into.”
“Ryder,” Alex admonished. “As your father I am ordering you to untie these fucking bonds.”
Ryder snorted again. “I think I’ve heard about enough from you.” He reached for one of his “toys”. It was a large red ball attached to an elastic strap. Holding the “ball” in the palm of his hand Ryder brought it up to his father’s face. Alex whipped his head from one side to the other, attempting to divert. He made the mistake of opening his mouth to shout. It was the moment Ryder was waiting for. He stuffed the gag into his father’s mouth, then slipped the strap over Alex’s head and secured it behind his neck. Alex’s protests were effectively muffled by the piece.
Ryder sat back on his haunches to view his workmanship. He had Alex just where he wanted him, trussed up and gagged. He could do anything he wanted with him. Anything! And there was nothing his father could do to stop him.
Ryder next grasped the super-sized thirty-two ounce bottle of lubricant he had purchased on his return visit to the porn shop. The proprietor was disappointed he hadn’t brought his daddy with him. As Alex continued to fight his bonds and shout unintelligible---but predictable---things, Ryder squeezed a healthy amount onto Alex’s upturned ass. Ryder ran the side of his hand along his father’s spread trench, wetting the hairs lining his hole and making it nice and slick. He slipped a finger, then two and then three into Alex’s hole, making him squirm a bit.
“How does it feel to have your son finger fuck his daddy?” Ryder asked amusedly, not expecting an answer. Having not yet accepted his fate, Alex continued fighting his restraints, the work-created muscles of his biceps and forearms flexing into definition. That same lunatic smile remained plastered on Ryder’s face as he worked more lube into his father’s shitter and spread it around. His teen dick was rock hard and ready to fuck. But Ryder had other things in store for his father, the fag.
Satisfied that Alex’s hole was well slickened Ryder poured more lube into the palm of his hand and wrapped his fist around his father’s big, manly cock. He spread it from head to root, running his palm over the crest as he did to himself when masturbating. Of its own volition, Alex’s body undulated to the treatment. “Like this shit, don’t ya, your son jerkin’ your dick? Well, its gonna get better. A whole lot better.”
Once he had his father’s unit well-greased Ryder wiped his hand clean on Alex’s hairy, muscular thigh and reached for another device. It was a silicone pussy---or asshole, depending upon the user’s preference---encased in a plastic sheath. Covering Alex’s cock, he worked it down to the base until the hard meat was totally enveloped. If it hadn’t been for his current situation Alex might otherwise have found the sensation pleasurable.
Taking hold of a handheld device Ryder held it up for Alex to observe. “See this here. It’s a remote. I can control the speed of that massager. It can go from slow to bat-shit super-power with a couple flicks of my finger. Not that you deserve it, but we’ll start nice and slow. Let your fag dick get used to it a little.” Almost instantly Alex felt the vibration around his encased cock. As Ryder promised, it was slow and actually enjoyable. “Like that, Dad? See, I can be merciful.” But there was something in Ryder’s tone which told Alex otherwise.
Next Ryder held up the last of his porn shop purchases, a long rubber cord with globular objects of increasing size. As Ryder set about lubing up the largest of the orbs he addressed his trussed-up father. “See these? They say they’re the Ben Wah Balls from Hell. Look how big this one is. Bigger than the one in your face. An’ even a dumbass construction worker like you should be able to figure where they’re goin’.”
Alex’s eyes flared even wider and there was a look of horror on his handsome features as Ryder pressed the thing to his asshole. Alex clenched his cheeks, attempting to fight it off. But Ryder was persistent. He rubbed the slick globe over Alex’s ass lips, applying pressure at intervals. “Keep on fightin’ it,” Ryder sneered. “Only gonna make it hurt more. An’ I don’t mind that. Not one little fuckin’ bit.”
Still, Alex resisted. “If your pussy opened up enough for that big black dick at the holes it can take this. That motherfucker was near about as thick as a beer bottle. Okay, so maybe this is a little bigger. But I ain’t givin’ up ‘til you take it, bitch. Here, let’s give you some incentive,” he said as he dialed up the voltage of the cock sleeve. Alex’s cock jumped, his body bucked and his asshole dilated. Ryder applied pressure and the huge thing disappeared between the lips of his father’s male pussy.
Alex’s guttural bellow resounded around the ball gag in his mouth. His body wrenched and his eyes went so wide Ryder thought they would pop from their sockets. Beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead. He attempted to dispel the foreign object but his efforts were futile. Ryder, enjoying every moment of his father’s discomfort, was busily slicking up the next object. As Alex struggled against the thing in his rectum, the vibrator on his cock and the bonds holding him Ryder went to work inserting the softball sized sphere. It took some doing but eventually Alex’s ass swallowed it whole. Alex’s body tensed, his toes and fingers curled.
In went the next, then the last apple-sized one until all four orbs were implanted. Ryder thoroughly enjoyed Alex’s obvious discomfort. “We ain’t quite done yet, dad-fuck,” he said sinisterly as he reached for the other remote. “These suckers vibrate, too. Or, at least, the instructions say. Says to go slow, work your way up to a comfortable speed. But you’re a tough guy. Ain’t you, Dad? Think I’ll start you off at medium.” With that said, he clicked the remote several times. The whir of the balls could be heard coming from Alex’s stuffed asshole.
Alex’s body instantly tensed as if an electric prod had been shoved up inside him. He threw back his head and howled around the gag. Cackling like a mad scientist, Ryder amped up the cock sheath to mid-speed, making Alex’s balls swell and his groin gyrate. “How you like your punishment, dad-fuck? It’s what you deserve for tryin’ to come after me when we was in the porn shop. This is all your fault. You brought it all on yourself. I gotta learn you to never go against me. You do what I say, when I say it. Do you hear me? I said, do you hear me?
Alex couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. His asshole felt full to bursting and his cock was in the vice of something both painful and surprisingly---if he allowed it to be---pleasurable. Regardless, he needed it to stop. But, in the short time he had come to know his son---really know him---he was certain relief was not in sight. He had to man up and take what his sicko son was dealing.
Ryder enjoyed every second of his father’s discomfort. Gone were the days of Little League and camping trips with Dad. Now he knew his father for what he truly was, probably had been all those years. A filthy cock hound. Who in hell had he been to discipline Ryder after what he had been doing? Ryder well remembered all the arguments and fights during his early teens, the imposed curfews, the threats and lame punishments. Well now the shoe was on the other foot. And Ryder was enjoying every moment of coming up with ways to further humiliate and seek revenge. Alex thought him to be such a bad son? Well, he would show him just how bad he could be.
While Alex writhed, bucked and groaned Ryder slipped a finger into his father’s asshole. Just to see how it felt. Sure enough, those balls were buzzing away. He momentarily thought of shoving his dick up there and fucking Alex with the orbs in place but wondered if his eight-inch dick---practically a twin of his father’s---would fit! It was a kinky idea---and Ryder was all about kink (he watched enough of it on the dark web) but in the end decided against it. It was time to take things to a higher level.
With a remote in each hand he increased the actions of the vibration by one notch, then did the same with the anal stimulator while watching Alex’s reaction. Dad sure felt it, alright. After a few seconds he increased it again. Then again, until both were at maximum speed. Alex practically levitated from the bed. His man buds shot up from his hairy pecs like hard pencil erasers. Every muscle in his body was taut. Tendons flared to the surface on his neck and temples. Perspiration dripped from every pore. Ryder was mesmerized.
That was when the idea struck him. Another way to further humiliate daddy dearest. He’d been considering the idea for some time. Now seemed the perfect time to implement it and see how things worked out. It could go a number of ways. But Ryder was a boy who didn’t mind taking chances.
Luring the next door neighbor to the house would mean leaving Alex alone for a short time. He surely didn’t want daddy having a heart attack in the interim. So he dialed both devises down to half speed. Alex appeared almost grateful. And still angry. His eyes remained on Ryder as he got up from the bed and crossed the room to the door, wondering just what the boy was up to now. He would find out in short order.
Dustin had his left hand wrist deep in Alex’s abused hole, his wedding ring buried. Alex trashed about in his restraints and howled unintelligible protests. Cork-screwing his paw in the soft cavern between those two mounds of man muscle Dustin thought of all those other macho he-men who had ridiculed him throughout life. All those boys and men who were in the same league as Alex Johnson. Oh, how he had fantasized turning the tables and getting the better of them. And now, right before him completely restrained and defenseless was one of them whose mere existence made him feel inferior.
Consumed by an odd sense of revenge Dustin coated his forearm with a hefty dose of lubricant from the bottle lying on the bed and pushed deeper inside the squirming ass, his fist still clenched and clearing the way. Like a true he-man, Alex refused to submit, thrashing about, as much as he could, and hollering at the top of his lungs around the ball gag stuffed in his mouth. With half his forearm sunk into the man’s ass Dustin twisted and turned it like a roto-router techie, widening the tight slick walls for further entry. Alex was frightened by the look of sheer determination on this homely man’s face but was helpless to do anything to protect himself. The limb was going deeper into him than that huge black cock at the gloryholes had, well past his inner sphincter and invading formerly uncharted territories. Alex watched horrified as the forearm entirely disappeared and Fellowes was in him up to the elbow!
Alex threw back his sweat-slickened head and howled as Dustin began to fuck him with his arm. He withdrew it steadily backward with a twisting motion and then, when the hand was against the widely spread ass lips, slammed it back in. Dustin’s eyes sparkled. His tongue hung from one corner of his mouth like a young child performing a task. He’d never done anything like this before; never even thought he’d have the opportunity. And especially with a tough guy like Alex. Whoever said revenge was sweet had no idea how true that was. Dustin rhythmically drove his chunky arm all the way in, then all the way out, time after time, enjoying the look of fear and anguish on Alex’s otherwise handsome face.
Eventually Dustin drew his arm all the way back and pulled his hand from the strained ass lips. Alex sighed with relief. His asshole was tingling like mad. But this respite was destined to be short-lived. “Want more, big man? Big hunky man! Bet you had all the pretty girls in school, didn’t you? Sure you did. Well, I wonder what they’d think if they saw you now, Big Man. Geeky asshole, eh? You think I’m such a geeky asshole now?”
With absolute terror on his flushed face Alex rapidly shook his head from side to side, anything to appease this insane neighbor. Dustin chuckled evilly. “I don’t believe you.” With that he unforgivingly shoved himself back into Alex’s pussy, only to the wrist this time, and began punch-fucking him. Each time his hand came out and then slammed back in, beating up and bruising Alex’s straining ass lips.
In his room down the hall Ryder was practically jumping up and down on his bed with glee. Who knew dorky old Mr. Fellowes had it in him? It totally looked like he was beating Alex up, just targeting his asshole as the object of his fury. It was something Ryder had never considered and now high on his list of outrageous things to do to fag-daddy. While Fellowes stopped at the elbow, Ryder had every intention of taking Alex to the armpit. Or, at least, attempt to. With all the footage his secret security camera was filming, Alex would be his obedient slave forever.
Alex represented every psychological tormentor Dustin had ever had. Gritting his teeth, eyeglasses gone crooked on the bridge of his nose, he punched Alex’s pussy with quick thrusts. He was relentless. Now slamming in just to the wrist and yanking it back out he reveled in the bloom of Alex’s wrecked, yawning ass lips and the rosy insides. He struck again and again. On every third or fourth bash he sent his arm halfway in again, twisted it around, pulled back and punched some more.
Alex had no idea how long it went on. His ass had become numb from the pain. Now it was just like a super humongous cock pounding him. He wondered if he’d be able to walk, let alone sit, after it was over. Was this deranged neighbor of his causing any internal damage? Would his asshole ever be able to regain its elasticity or would he be forced to wear a diaper the rest of his life?
Mercifully Dustin pummeled for the last time, sitting back on his haunches and inspecting the damage. His fingers traced over Alex’s swollen ass lips and the pink of his cunt. “Looks like you have a pussy now, Big Man,” he remarked snidely. Alex was so worn down he no longer had any fight left in him. “And now I’m going to fuck the Big Man’s pussy,” Dustin announced, shucking his boxers. “Never thought you’d get fucked by a geek, did you, Big Man? Well, here it comes.”
Even a stud like Alex had a limit to his endurance. And he had reached it. There was no fight left within him anymore. He had no choice but to submit to Dustin, let him have his way, shoot his load and then---hopefully---the ordeal would be over. His villainous son had gone too far this time. It was one thing when the blackmail sex had been strictly between the two of them. Ryder took it one step farther with the porn shop gloryhole session, although there Alex remained mostly anonymous. But now his son had involved their neighbor. Alex’s secret sex life had been revealed.
He supposed when things calmed down---when Dustin had a clearer head---Alex could spin things to his advantage. His neighbor wasn’t exactly the type he normally went cruising for. But cock was cock. And it was somehow good to know there was a willing and ready one right next door, even if the guy was a goober. The dude was on a high right now but tomorrow---if Alex was even capable of being up and around---Dustin would probably be shitting his pants in fear of retaliation. An unshackled Alex could be fearsome.
A sex-crazed Dustin got into position and pressed his cock to Alex’s steamy manhole. This was the pivotal moment. He, mild-mannered Dustin Fellowes, was on the brink of fucking he-man Alex Johnson! Pressing into the flared rosebud he wasn’t all that surprised not to encounter any resistance. Alex’s hole had been successfully broken. Dustin sunk to the root in dreamboat Alex’s pussy, tossing back his head and sighing heatedly when his crown could go no further. He had nearly seven inches of cock meat, which was nearly just as thick around. After all he had endured, Alex was surprised that he could feel it inside him. Dustin pulled back and then shoved it back in. Again and again, faster and faster as his confidence grew. Soon he was fucking him a madman---like he had never fucked Cara, his one and only other conquest. His doughy body jiggled. His glasses steamed over. He was doing it! He was actually fucking Alex Johnson!!!
Grunting like a pig, Dustin violently pounded Alex’s manhole. Sweat was liberally oozing from every pore and spraying down on the shackled he-man. Dustin was a new man; he had never felt more alive. Exhilarated by his domination of this tough guy Dustin repeatedly shoved his hard dick deep into the man’s guts. Miraculously Alex’s pussy was tightening around his thrusting unit, making things all the more pleasurable. After all it had endured Dustin would have thought that cunt would be an open hole from now until infinity.
Alex was thinking how his neighbor had a surprisingly decent dick on him. Who would have thought? He would have to have a long serious man-to-man talk with his neighbor, setting the boundaries, most of which had been broken this day, Unlike the untamed version he was now seeing, Dustin was actually quite timid. Tomorrow, if he dared to approach Alex at all, he would probably be full of apologies and fear of reprisal. He might even fess up and place blame on Ryder, where it truthfully belonged. Yes, Alex thought, as his body began to react to the cock plundering him, there was a way to work this all out to his advantage. That is, if he survived this day.
His wordless grunts charged with rage, Dustin ceaselessly struck against this man who was everything he was not. Sweat was liberally pouring from his armpits as well as every other part of his body. Fucking with a fury was some serious exercise. He packed Alex’s ass again and again, searing the man with his angry prick. Unlike Dustin, Alex’s ass cheeks were so muscular they barely jiggled as the heavier man pumped his rock hard cock between them. Instead, those hard cakes flexed with each violent thrust. Although his ass was feeling raw from all the torture it had taken today, Alex knew how to take a forceful fuck. Slow, passionate love-making was for women; when it came to his men Alex preferred to be in beast mode.
Dustin’s jelly began uncontrollably shaking. His panting was that of a dying man trying to capture his final breath. He felt lightheaded, clammy. His eyes glazed over as his body tensed. With a guttural shout he began ejaculating. Salty sperm blasted from his cock into Alex’s straining guts. Thick ropes of jizz kept coming, battering Alex’s ass walls and soaking his insides. Alex joined the cum party, shooting scads of thick cum over his upper chest and face.
Dustin fell back with a bewildered look. A part of him couldn’t believe he had just done what he’d, well, done. He’d just fucked and seeded the handsome, muscular neighbor from next door! What had gotten into him? Lust, that’s what it was. He was driven by lust. Alex just lay there submissive, his own cum coating his upper regions while Dustin’s cum lazily drooled from his gaping ass hole. Dustin backed off the bed, shaking his head in disbelief. Quickly he gathered up his robe and boxers and dashed from the room, leaving Alex once again tied and defenseless.
Ryder laughed hysterically as he watched Dustin bolt from the house. Trotting down the hallway buck naked he entered the master bedroom. Alex’s eyes narrowed when he saw his belligerent son. Ryder grinned crookedly.
“My turn, dad-fuck.” Slamming the door behind him, he mounted first the bed and then his father.
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