Justin's Journey

Who’s your daddy?

Ever since my orientation at the Super Bowl party where all the guys took turns on me, it seemed like my hole belonged to the larger friend group. My responsibilities as house boy had grown to include the guys that didn’t even live in the house.

They still followed the same rules. Always asking Charlie for permission but rarely being told no. Charlie thought I was getting too comfortable in my role at home so he wanted to push me more.

He tried adding riskier tasks. I would sometimes have to provide my services outside of the house. And now that quarantine was ending and places were opening back up, I’d even be used in public places on occasion.

I adjusted to my new reality of being on call everywhere I went. We would go out to eat and I’d be told to give head to one of the guys in the backseat. Or we would go to the gay bars and I’d be taken into a bathroom stall for a quick breeding.

I found that the only time I didn’t have to be everyone’s bitch was during the week when I was on the clock for my normal job. And even then, Caleb also worked from home so I’d still be on demand for him.

Charlie also starting giving the boys alpha rights on their birthdays. So for one day, they would be the ones granting permissions to the other guys or ordering me around.

Caleb’s birthday was in April so he was the first to enjoy this new perk. He didn’t do anything too crazy, but he decided to spend most of the day in my throat and told the other guys that my hole was public property. It was a fun day.

The last change that Charlie made, and probably the most exhilarating change for me, was offering me up to guys outside of the group. It was risky for several reasons. For one, it was usually in public. Two, I’d almost always be left alone with the guy. And three, Charlie never told any of them to wear a condom.

The trend of sharing me with guys outside of the friend group started at our local gay bar that Charlie and his friends were regulars at.

The bartender there, Kevin, was super cool and knew our whole group pretty well. All the guys joked around with him and were real buddy buddy. But they also noticed that Kevin gave out a lot of free shots to the cute little twinks around the bar that he thought were hot.

He even did it with me a couple times, but it was rare. I was always around the other guys and he didn’t want to extend the offer to them too. Charlie was joking around with him one night.

“Man, Kevin why don’t you ever give us free shots?”

“Because you don’t flirt with me dude. Not that I want you to, you’re not my type. No offense”

Kevin chuckled. He was only interested in twinks.

“So you give them drinks so they’ll keep flirting? Or because you hope they’ll do more?”

“Well the flirting helps the shift go by faster. And if they happen to give up more, well that’s even more fun for me”

Kevin made it sound like he got some action from it, but we often stayed until close and I hadn’t ever seen anyone stick around for Kevin. He wasn’t an ugly looking guy, in fact he had a handsome face. He was tall and had salt and pepper hair with a thick mustache. And these bright blue eyes that made him look like a white walker from game of thrones. But he had a beer belly, a goofy smile, and came across as kind of just a dirty bear type. Charlie responded to him.

“If you’re wanting some fun with a twink, I got you man”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, we’ll stick around until closing and I’ll hook you up”

It seemed Kevin was going to get some action after all. With me.

At two in the morning, the bar closed. Charlie told all the guys to go home. I sat there at the bar with him. The place cleared out until it was just me, Charlie, and Kevin.

“Alright boys, time to lock up”

Charlie stood up and swung his keys in his hand.

“Wait here babe”

Charlie and Kevin walked to the door and Charlie turned to face me.

“I’ll be in the car babe. Come out when you’re done… Kevin, he’s an obedient boy. Have fun with him”

“Charlie, you’re the fucking man”

They shook hands and Charlie walked out the door. As it closed, Kevin turned the key to lock the door and leaned over to turn the lights off. Only a dim light from behind the bar remained. I could see his silhouette moving towards me.

“Well well, let’s have some fun boy”

He knew my name, so the fact that he called me boy just set the tone. He walked towards me, undoing his belt. I got off the barstool and got down on my knees.

He stopped right in front of me and shoved my face into his crotch, grunting. His underwear were still up, but he rubbed my face on them. I felt his bulge and the heat coming off of him. I smelt the sweat and stench of his junk after a long night of work. I grabbed his legs to brace myself as he smeared my face across his crotch.

“You want it, boy?”

He pulled his underwear down and he was semi hard. He was about five inches so I wasn’t intimidated, but I figured there was a chance it could grow more.

“Come on, suck it”

I could feel him get firmer in my mouth and I could taste the saltiness and sweatiness of his cock. He forced himself the rest of the way into my throat, which I was used to. My lips reached the base of his cock and my nose got buried in his pubes. He was breathing heavy and he grunted a lot.

He took his time with my mouth and really enjoyed it. He eventually let go of my head and just let me suck him at my own speed. The whole time he was breathing heavy and pinching his nipples. My forehead was pressing into his stomach each time my lips reached the base of his cock. And the saltiness of the sweat went away the more I sucked him clean.

“Fuck yes, come on boy, let’s see that hole”

He pulled me to my feet and pushed me away from him. I stumbled over to a table about five feet away, still facing him. With the door locked and the demeanor in his voice, for a second I wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Come on, turn around”

He stepped towards me, turned me by my shoulders, and bent me over the table. He pushed my shirt up, grabbed my pants and yanked them down, exposing only my ass. He spread my cheeks and shoved his face between them. I felt his tongue travel from my taint up to my lower back.

“Fuck yes, that pussy tastes sweet”

He pushed his tongue against my hole again and wiggled it around. Then he stood up and I felt a wad of spit land at the top of my crack. He used the tip of his dick to spread it down to my hole. He spit again in his hand to get his cock wet and then he thrusted into me. I felt his stomach practically resting on the top of my ass.

He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and wrapped it around his hand to form a handle.

“What a tight little hole”

He rode me from behind, pulling my shirt to increase his impact. I laid there, bent over the table, staring at a dark, empty bar. The room was dead quiet except for the jingling of his belt and the clapping of his body against my ass. I felt like such a cheap whore.

“You like daddy’s cock?”

“Yes sir”

Charlie and the other guys are hot and I loved having fun with them, but there’s something about getting fucked by a bear. As a twink with daddy issues, it’s so hot when an older man makes me his slut.

“Fuck yeah, take this dick. Take it raw”

“Yes sir”

“I’m gonna breed this fucking hole”

My dick was rock hard and squished in my underwear still.

“Oh hell yes. You’re gonna be my new favorite fuck toy, you know that?”

He went on for another minute or two. He pulled my shirt back, hard. I heard it partially rip. He was able to use my shirt to get some force into each thrust. My waist started to hurt from being slammed into the edge of the table.

He slapped my ass a couple times and even leaned over to spit on the back of my head, continuing to call me his ‘little fuck toy’. After another minute or two, he pumped his load into me.

He let out a long sigh and then he released my shirt and backed away. I immediately felt his cum drip out of my hole and fall, landing in my underwear just a few inches below. “Good boy. Now get outta here, I gotta close this place down. I’ll see you next week”

He slapped me hard on the ass.

“Yes sir”

I pulled up my pants, feeling his warm seed squish against my ass. And then I ran over to the door, unlocked it, and ran to the car.

When I got in the car, Charlie was excited for the free drinks he’d just brokered from the deal.

“Fuck yeah! Is he done with you? Next Saturday is gonna be one hell of a night”

He didn’t even ask how it was or if I was ok, which I thought was kind of hot. I was being treated like nothing more than a piece of ass to be whored out and bred. Charlie looked over at me.

“Damn he did a number on you, huh? Your shirt is all fucked up”

My shirt had been pulled, stretched, and ripped to where it didn’t fit me properly anymore. I nodded and chuckled and we went home.

We went out again the next weekend and as agreed, all the guys got free shots. Multiple rounds even. The deal continued every weekend that we went out. Our whole group would get free shots, and Charlie continued to hold up his end of the bargain. Which really meant that I held up our end of the bargain. We would party, drink, and dance. And then at the end of each night, Kevin would get to have his fun with me.

Eventually Charlie got to a point where he’d just go home with the other guys and make me get an Uber after Kevin was finished.

Each time, Kevin would take longer and longer, making me do new things and playing with me like a toy. He fucked me on almost every surface and piece of furniture in the place. And if the guys left me there too early, Kevin would try to be sneaky and invite a friend to stay behind with him. It felt like he was cheating the bargain, so I told Charlie about it the first time it happened. He brushed it off.

“Babe, I don’t know what to tell you, we gotta hold up our end of the deal. What’s one more load to you anyway?”

On the nights that Kevin’s friend stayed past close with him, I would be there for up to an hour. They liked to joke around and take their time. Often times filming videos of me and making me do new things.

One night I was on my hands and knees on the floor. As Kevin fucked me from behind, his friend sat in a chair in front of me. His friend took his shoes off and stepped on my head, pressing my cheek to the floor. Then he stuck his other foot in my face, making me lick it and suck on his toes while he jacked off.

Another night, they both sat down in chairs and made me go back and forth between them, riding them. They sat back and enjoyed their drinks while I did all the work. My legs were getting so sore. After they thought I had gone long enough, they threw me to the floor and shot their loads on my face.

One night was worst than the others. They made me join them up on the bar top. Kevin sat down with his bare ass on the counter and his legs spread, hanging off either side. They had me lay on my stomach with my head in his crotch sucking him off. It was a terrible position and it hurt my neck a lot. Kevin’s friend was up on the counter too and mounted me from behind. None of that was what made it the worst night though.

After Kevin forced his load down my throat and his friend finished in my ass, they decided they had too much to drink. They drunkenly dragged me out to the back of the building, threw me down against the brick wall, and unleashed their streams of piss on me. That night I walked home, rather than getting a ride. I didn’t get in until past five.

Another time they poured half-finished drinks on me. They made me drink some of them too.

The stories go on and on but regardless, I’d usually leave with stained or ripped clothing. I was always a mess.

Since it was usually around 3am before I left, a few of the times I ended up getting the same Uber driver home. It was bound to happen. I could only imagine what he thought I was doing there. I always paid him extra because I usually smelled bad or was sticky. His poor car…

I missed the times where Kevin just did a quick pump-n-dump and let me go home. It was much easier then.

Charlie’s dealings didn’t end there. Kevin began to brag about his arrangement with more of the other guys at the bar. He’d show everyone the videos he took of me.

Eventually, the manager, Scott, came to find out about it so he confronted Charlie. He told him he’d look the other way if he got a cut.

Needless to say, it became normal for Scott to come find me at some point during the night (before closing) and pull me away from the group. He’d take me to a back room and do whatever he wanted with me.

Scott wasn’t bad looking. He had short dark hair and brown eyes. He was roughly the same build as Kevin, just less of a belly. Typical dad bod but still some good muscle. He had a beard that was short and well kept. He also had a real deep voice and he always wore a silver chain that you could see through his partially unbuttoned shirt, resting on his chest hair.

His cock was a little shorter but very thick. He honestly felt pretty good and with his deep voice and authority, I was happy to service him. He was a fan of the degrading talk too.

Scott would sometimes even shove a twenty in my mouth after putting his nut in me. He was generous but for someone who owned a queer friendly bar, he sure liked to call me faggot a lot.

Charlie also did the occasional one-off deal. Like one time there was a much older guy, he had to have been in his 60’s. He paid Charlie $150 to have me suck him off in the bathroom. He tipped me too, a whopping $50. Charlie really started turning a profit.

I was quickly becoming the bar’s resident prostitute, being whored out by my own boyfriend. I stopped seeing the bar as a place to party and more of a public sex dungeon.

To be honest I really liked most of it. Until there was an incident with Nathan.

He had continued his passion for torment after the Super Bowl party. He was always extremely aggressive with me and doing things that the other guys didn’t do. He also continued to call me his personal bitch. I really didn’t like Nathan and I would catch myself flinching if he made any sudden moves around me. I had been trained to expect a smack or hit when he was around. But one night, he actually broke a rule.

Charlie had stopped letting the guys touch me on the nights we went out. He wanted me to be fresh for Kevin, Scott, and any other paying patrons. Nathan decided he didn’t care.

One night at the bar, I went to the bathroom to pee and Nathan immediately followed me inside. He pulled me into a stall and slammed my head into the wall.

“What the fuck Nathan?!”

“Shut up faggot, it’s my turn”

“No it’s not”

I tried to break free of his grip. He turned me around to face him, pushed me up against the wall again and put a hand to my throat.

“Stop squirming bitch. Do your job and drop your pants”

He slapped my face with his free hand. I didn’t know what to do so I began to push my pants down.

“That’s right bitch, daddy’s gonna fuck you. Say you want it”

“I want it”

I got another slap across the face so I amended my statement.

“I want it, daddy”

He turned me back around. He worked to undo his pants and fish out his cock with one hand while he held the other firmly on the back of my neck. He squeezed it and pressed my face to the cold tile wall. Once he whipped out his dick, he slapped it on my ass a few times and then slid his tip down to my hole.

He jammed his dry hard dick into me and I let out a cry. He moved his hand around to the front of my neck to choke me, and covered my mouth with his other.

“Shut the fuck up. Take my cock and be quiet faggot”

He kept his hand over my mouth and continued to ruin my hole for what seemed like the longest five minutes of my life. He added a little spit but it was still drier than I was used to. I could hear other guys come in the bathroom and realize what was happening. They heard the sound of Nathan’s waist clapping against my asscheeks and they made comments.

“Haha someone’s getting railed in the stall”

“Holy shit, that’s fucking hot, I wanna see who it is”

“Yeah, why don’t you let us join”

Nathan didn’t seem willing to share.

“Fuck off”

The guys laughed and walked out. I heard the door shut behind them.

“I’m your daddy now. I decide when you get fucked. And who fucks you”

He didn’t remove his hand to let me answer.

“Mm-hmm”

I muffled my response into his palm. He gripped me so hard that my jaw started to hurt. A couple times he let go of my neck to press on my back to arch it more. Or give me a slap on the ass. But he never let up on his speed and momentum. He fucked me hard and fast. As much as I hated this guy, he fucked like a rabbit and it was impressive.

“Fuck yeah, take this load. Take it you little faggot”

He finally unloaded in me and pressed his long, skinny cock balls-deep into me. My hole, my jaw, and my insides were all in pain. He pulled out, releasing my neck and mouth at the same time.

“Now suck it, bitch. Clean off daddy’s dick”

I dropped down to my knees to get it over with. I squeezed his cock a little bit, and the last couple drops of cum spit out of his tip. I licked them up and sucked him for about 10 seconds. I swear the damn thing was wetter after I cleaned him that it was when he was in my ass. He gave me one last slap on the cheek.

“Good, now get out of here unless you want another piss soaking. And don’t you dare tell Charlie about this faggot. I’m your daddy now, not him”

I pulled up my pants and high tailed it out of there. My hole felt like it was rubbed raw, and my heart was pounding. Mostly just from anger. But I calmed myself down before returning to the bar. No one seemed to notice my extended absence. In fact, Charlie was chatting with some other twink. I didn’t even care at the time.

About ten minutes later, I decided to try the bathroom again since I didn’t actually get to piss the first time.

I made my way through the crowd and back into the bathroom. I walked towards the urinal and I heard another hand hit the door before it closed. Someone had come in after me. I got up to the urinal and heard the door shut. I whipped out my dick and started peeing. I didn’t hear any further footsteps behind me. I finished and turned around.

There was a man standing at the door still, staring at me. He had dark, sinister eyes. He was clearly not friendly.

He was maybe an inch or two taller than me. Older, Dark hair, clean shaven, with broad shoulders and a chest that stuck out. He had one hand clenching his crotch and the other resting at his side.

“My turn”

He said it so blankly and monotone. It was pretty scary. And this guy looked like he wanted to hurt me. His eyebrows were pointed down and he had an aggressive stance. I really didn’t want to take another pounding so soon after Nathan made me sore.

“I’m sorry?”

“I was talking with your daddy and he said I should take you for a spin. He said he just got you warmed up for me”

He was obviously talking about Nathan, not Charlie. But this guy didn’t know any better. He probably knew my reputation, but I doubt he knew Nathan had lied. Or even who Charlie was. I tried to delay him.

“How about we go to your car instead?”

“No, turn around. I wanna do it here”

He walked towards me and I panicked. I put my hands out to signal him to stay away. He grabbed them and wrestled me for a second, eventually turning me around. He pushed me hard against the wall.

“Hey, stop! What the fuck?!”

He had one hand holding my wrists together and the other gripping a chunk of my hair. His grip tightened on me and he pulled my head back, off the wall and onto his shoulder. He put his mouth up to the side of my face, whispering his hot breath into my ear.

“Hey kid, I just paid your little daddy out there fifty bucks. So how about you shut the hell up and take another breeding”

I tried to wiggle out of it but his body was pressed against mine, holding me flat against the wall. He let go of my hair and reached down to my ass. He squeezed it through my pants and then he grabbed my waistband to pull them down. I already felt his bulge pressed against me. I noticed him look back at the door. He seemed to contemplate for a second and then he pulled me by my shirt into a stall.

He threw me to the floor and shut the stall door behind him. I considered crawling away under the stall wall but I knew he’d catch me and then I’d just be stuck down there while he railed me. So I stayed still.

He whipped his cock out. It reminded me of Jake’s. It was long and thick, almost identically shaped. Honestly, I impressed myself with the fact that I was able to compare dicks without them being next to each other. I spent a lot of time looking at Jake’s cock.

Anyway, the man looked down at me.

“Go on, suck it”

I was actually thankful. I was going to be able to get his dick nice and wet with spit before he fucked me. I grabbed it with my hand and went to town. I used so much spit that it was dripping down onto my lap while I sucked him.

The door opened and another guy came in. He could probably hear the slurping sounds. I heard his footsteps stop right outside of the door. I could see his shadow cover the crack in the door. I ignored it and kept going. I thought maybe he’d stick around for a turn or jack off to the sound of us. But he didn’t.

Eventually the guy left and we no longer had an audience. The man in the stall with me finally spoke again.

“Fifty bucks to fuck you in a bathroom? What a cheap fuckin’ whore”

I looked up at him. His eyes were still a little creepy and he had the same evil grin that Nathan would give me all the time.

“Stand up and turn around”

I slowly got to my feet, dropping a wad of spit on his cock on my way up. I was hoping it would help enough.

I felt him line up between my cheeks and then he rammed himself into me. I felt a sting at my hole for a second but it faded.

He kept one hand on my waist and wrapped the other around my throat. I tried to stay still and take my pounding just as I was taught to do. More guys walked into the bathroom and immediately knew what was happening. He was fucking me into one of the stall walls and the whole structure was creaking. There were whispers but I couldn’t make out what they said.

Anytime men would leave and we’d be alone again, he’d start making comments.

“You dumb little faggot”

“You’re just a sloppy little hole”

“How many men are gonna fuck you tonight?”

“Fucking slut”

His grip on my throat tightened periodically and he’d give my ass a slap every ten or fifteen seconds. I tried to arch my back and keep still, hoping he’d finish soon. But he took longer than I was used to.

We were in that stall for probably ten minutes. At first I was worried I’d get caught but then I thought about what would happen. It would probably just come back to Scott, the owner. But he wouldn’t care. In fact, he’d probably offer up his office in the back for round two.

After ten minutes of this man grabbing at me, degrading me, and breeding my hole, he shot his load in me. I hated that it felt so good. This man just forced himself on me in the bathroom and I was pissed off at both him and Nathan. But no matter what my brain thought about him, my hole was in bliss. The spit had really helped and his cock was a great size.

The man filled my hole and then pushed me down to my knees again, per usual. By this point, I was used to guys making me clean them off.

“Suck it clean, faggot”

The tip of his cock still had a thick drop of cum on it. I slurped it off of him and let my lips travel down his shaft until he was balls deep in my mouth. I could taste his cum and at the same time, I felt it dripping out of my hole onto the bathroom floor.

Suddenly, he grabbed on to my head and started to face fuck me against the stall wall.

I probably would have taken it fine if it didn’t catch me by surprise. I gagged and tried to gasp for air. His cock was a little softer but he was really jamming it all the way in. He held it my throat and gave me a smack on the side of the face. Something Nathan always did.

He finally let me go. He pushed me over onto the ground before walking out of the stall.

“I’ll see you again sometime, faggot”

When he left, I got myself up and pulled my pants up. I checked my face in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t red and then I went to find Charlie.

Charlie was busy in conversation, but Jake was sitting next to him, zoned out. He snapped back into reality when I got next to him. He looked at me with his full attention.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Nathan forced himself on me in the bathroom stall earlier. Then he charged some dude fifty bucks to go in there and do the same thing just now!”

Jake’s face turned pissed. His lips drew slightly inward and his eyebrows were almost touching at this point. He stood up and looked around the room. Just as he spotted Nathan, Corey walked up to us.

“Woah there Sully, what’s up with you?”

Jake ignored him and started walking away.

“He’s about to beat Nathan’s ass. You should go grab him”

Corey’s eyes got bigger. He turned around to chase Jake, also waving at Caleb and Riley to get their help. I watched the whole thing from a distance, frozen. Not that it mattered, I doubt I’d be much help.

Jake got to Nathan and I saw him yell something at him, but I couldn’t hear over the music. He pushed Nathan back to a wall and threw two punches, each striking Nathan straight to the face. Corey, Riley, and Caleb pulled Jake back before he could do anymore.

Nathan stood there with blood starting to drip from his nose, laughing. Which only made Jake’s blood boil even more. Mine too. But within seconds, the bouncer was there and the music stopped. Scott appeared as well.

Charlie finally cut out of his conversation long enough to realize what was happening. There was yelling and a few more pushes. But after a few seconds, they were all being escorted towards the door. Charlie looked to me for an explanation. I repeated what I had said to Jake. Then Charlie looked at Kevin behind the bar.

“Kevin we gotta go. Now. I’ll settle our tab later”

“Yeah no worries”

Charlie grabbed my hand and we followed the rest of the guys out. On our way out of the door, Scott put a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry man but I can’t have you doing that shit in here. We have rules… you’re banned. Don’t come back here”

Jake nodded his head angrily without saying a word.

When we got outside, Jake made eye contact with me and his face went from a murderous rage to a soft and concerned look. I ran over to him and we embraced in a hug. With my arms over his shoulders, he stood up straight and my feet lifted from the floor. He squeezed me tight for a second and then put me down.

Watching Jake punch Nathan was so fucking hot. Nathan irritated the shit out of me and it was nice to see him put in his place. Jake isn’t a guy you’d want to fight, either. So if the other guys didn’t pull him off of Nathan, who knows what more would have happened. Either way, I was thankful for Jake coming to my defense.

Charlie didn’t share that same feeling of gratitude.

“What the hell were you thinking man?”

“Did you not hear what he did? I was gonna beat the shit out of him”

“What fucking good does that do?!”

“Well it’ll keep him the fuck away from Justin, for one”

“You still shouldn’t have gone after him like that in the bar, it was stupid”

“Are you defending him?! After what he did?! What the fuck Charlie?!”

I stood motionless between them. I made eye contact with Caleb, who shot me a look that said ‘I’m sorry this is happening’. Charlie continued.

“Starting a bar fight won’t help. And now we have to figure out how to get you unbanned. I’ll talk to Scott. Don’t you say a fucking word to him or you’ll make it worst, ok? Just let me handle it”

There was a short pause and then Charlie called me back to him.

“Come on babe, let’s go home”

I looked up at Jake, not knowing how to express my thanks to him. But he placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled softly, and then nudged me in Charlie’s direction.

Once we all got home and to our respective rooms, Charlie started contemplating how to mend the situation.

“I’ll figure something out with Scott, don’t worry we’ll get Jake unbanned. And I’m sending a text to the group chat right now. We’re done with this shit. Until further notice, I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch you”

I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t direct his anger specifically at Nathan. He hated Nathan, even before that night. Why would Charlie punish all the guys over it? I didn’t understand, but I nodded and went into the bathroom to start the shower.

I felt dirty after what happened at the bar. I dried off and I was ready to crawl into bed. When I stepped into the bedroom, Charlie was lying on the bed, squirting lube onto his dick.

“Come here babe. Come take care of daddy”

For the first time in years, I wasn’t in the mood for sex. I was actually pretty upset with Charlie for the decision he made. But I didn’t want to piss him off even more. I think he just wanted to reassert his dominance over me. I imagine he felt less like the alpha male after the events of the night.

I got up in the bed and then on top of him. I sat down, sliding onto his cock. I rode him while he kept his hands on my waist. As sick as it is, I actually thought to myself for a second how the guy in the bathroom felt better than Charlie did. But I quickly and shamefully dismissed the thought, and kept riding Charlie. I could feel myself getting a good leg workout in but apparently, I still wasn’t doing enough for him.

“Get off and lay in front of me”

I did as commanded, I laid down to where we were spooning and Charlie lifted up my leg. He slid in and fucked me from the side. I arched my back and laid still.

“See babe, back where you’re meant to be. Just taking daddy’s cock. This is all you need”

The thought of going back to just one man was excruciating to me. I really liked all the attention I got as house boy. I grew accustomed to it. But I said nothing.

He continued with me as he pleased. Flipping me into a few different positions. His desire to reassert dominance made him even rougher than usual. He kept a hand on my throat and was fucking me hard enough to make the bed squeak. I’m sure he wanted Jake and Caleb to hear what was happening.

“Daddy loves his bitch boy. Such a good little cum slut”

He gave me a few slaps across the face while he fucked me. It started to feel like he was punishing me for what happened at the bar.

“You’re gonna keep being good for daddy and take care of his cock, aren’t you?”

Eventually he laid me on my back and got off the bed. He pulled me to the edge and fucked me missionary. He pounded my ass as hard as he could and leaned forward to wrap both hands around my neck.

“My personal little cum dump. They don’t fuck you as good as I do, huh? Your hole is mine”

He squeezed my throat harder to where I couldn’t breath and he filled my hole with his seed. He held his cock halfway in me and I felt the pulsing at my hole. When he pulled out, he walked around to his side of the bed, got in, and pulled up the blankets.

I was a little confused and concerned. It felt like such an abrupt ending and he didn’t speak a word. But I figured I had taken enough of a beating that day, so I just turned and laid still and shut my eyes. We both went to sleep without saying anything.

I could barely sleep that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jake and what he did. It was so hot when he punched Nathan. I got hard laying in bed just thinking about it. My hole felt a little sore but I was so horny. Hornier than I was when Charlie was fucking me. I took three breedings that night and still hadn’t cum. I had half a mind it just jack off in the bed next to Charlie, but I didn’t want him to get excited and involve himself. I really just wished Jake were there. I played with Charlie’s load in my hole for a bit but eventually just tried to get some rest.

I barely managed to fall asleep when Charlie’s alarm woke me up. I had completely forgotten that he had to leave early that morning to head to the airport. He got up to shower and get ready. I laid there in bed pretending to sleep. When he gathered his stuff, He kissed my forehead and left.

I sat up in bed as the bedroom door shut. I thought to myself for a second and then went to the bathroom to re-prep myself and take a quick shower. I prefer to be really thorough when I prep and I just always have to shower afterwards. I’m not sure why. But I put on a fresh jockstrap and tiptoed to Jake’s room. When I opened the door, he woke up and sat up in his bed.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

“Can I come lay with you?”

He opened up his covers and scooted over. I climbed into his warm bed. I curled up against him, he spooned me, and I hugged his arm. We laid there in silence but I knew we were both awake. I felt his cock grow against my ass. After about 10 minutes, I turned around to face him. We made eye contact and he gave a soft smile.

I placed a hand on his chest and held it there. We just looked at each other and enjoyed each other’s presence.

I replayed the image of him punching Nathan in my head. I was ready to let this man tear me in half. So I slowly started to move my hand down. Tracing his body to end at his crotch.

“Hey, I’m not supposed to -“

I cut him off.

“Please? Charlie’s gone and I won’t tell him”

Jake placed a hand on the side of my face. He leaned forward, kissed me, and then pulled back. We made eye contact again. Almost like he paused to make sure I was fine with the kiss. Then we both leaned towards each other, starting to make out.

It wasn’t super common for the guys to kiss me. Since everything we did was usually purely sexual, not emotional, they didn’t really care for kissing. But I really enjoyed making out with Jake.

He grabbed a hold of my body and scooped me under him. He laid me flat on my back with my head on his pillow. He hovered over me, his arms bracing himself on either side of my shoulders. He’s such a big guy and he towered over me. It made me feel protected.

I bent my arms to grab a hold of his, feeling the muscle and sheer massive size of them. We continued making out. Jake was a very good kisser.

My hands traveled down Jake again. I was ready to submit myself to him. I felt so much attraction between us. He shifted his weight to one arm and moved the other down to play with me. I bent my legs and spread them for him. I had already added lube to my hole before coming in the room.

Jake slept naked so his dick was already dangling next to my hole. He added spit to his hand and stroked his cock a few times to wet it. Then he slid it in me, never breaking eye contact.

I let out a little moan and gave him a look of eagerness.

“Fuck babe”

Jake had never called me babe but it felt good to hear him say it in that moment. He put his arm back down to help support himself. He kept thrusting into me. Then he grabbed my hands and interlocked our fingers. He slid my hands towards the headboard and lowered himself on to me. We began to makeout again. I felt the weight of his body on mine and his tongue in my mouth. He had my hands pinned above my head. All the while, he was still sliding in and out of me, at a slow and sensual pace. I felt pure ecstasy in that moment. I was used to getting a rush from the riskiness and roughness of sex, but this was a nice change up. It was slow, gentle, and passionate.

Jake then lifted his body upright. He looked down at my slim body with my legs bent and spread. My hands rested on his massive thighs, and his cock was halfway sticking out of my hole. He traced his finger along my abs and then wrapped his hand around my waist. He wanted to keep me still for more control in his thrusts. And with his other hand, he pulled my jockstrap to the side and started jacking me off. This was very out of the norm.

I almost never got off while I was taking my poundings. I’d always have to wait until I was home to jack off. But Jake wanted me to finish with him. He pounded my ass hard, stroked my cock, and kept eye contact with me.

“You’re fucking perfect. Charlie is so lucky”

“Don’t. I don’t want to think about him right now”

“Babe”

He gave me a look of longing. It was very obvious to me in that moment that Jake had feelings for me. Which only made me more attracted to him. The making out and calling me babe was so hot. I knew Charlie would be mad if he knew about all of this but it was hard to frame it as cheating since Charlie loaned me out to other guys all the time.

Charlie let all of his friends, and even strangers, fuck me and use my body for pleasure every day. How could anything I do be considered cheating? At least that’s how I justified it.

I started to picture myself as Jake’s boyfriend, instead of Charlie’s. I’m sure he’d still whore me out. But he’d have more of a protective instinct with me. And I’d get to cuddle with him at night. He was just so big and muscular. He was perfect. The more I thought about it the closer I got to cumming. Luckily, Jake was on the same page.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Me too”

Jake stopped his thrusting and I could feel him pump his load into me. The whole time he kept jacking me off. The pulsing of his cock in my hole, the warm sensation inside me, the look in his eyes, and the beads of sweat dripping down him. It was all so hot. I shot my load and felt the greatest orgasm I had felt in probably a year. I covered my chest and stomach. Jake started fucking me again, just briefly, for added stimulation. Both our jaws had dropped and I could see from his face that he was feeling the same pleasure as me. The sensation lingered for some time. It was incredible.

As we came down from our high, he slowly and gently pulled out of me and released his grip on my dick.

He looked down at me with a soft look in his eyes.

“Look, you made a mess… Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up”

I giggled and Jake picked me up, carrying me to the shower.

We never spoke of that morning to anyone. I had feelings for Jake and he had feelings for me. But with things the way they were, it just didn’t seem like the right time to explore that. Plus, I was with Charlie. It was just a big emotional mess for me to figure out. So many blurred lines.

Regardless, I was so thankful for that morning. Jake made given me the best climax I’ve had since I moved into the house. But with Charlie still upset, I wondered what my sex life was going to look like going forward.

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Next Chapter:

Paying a debt

Charlie brokers a deal for Jake’s return to the gay bar and I have the night of my life. Then, in a moment of weakness, I get myself into a rough situation.