Piss Boy

It has been several days since Marco has been locked up in his room by his father, Gianni. It’s also been several days since his cock has been locked up, too. After the initial flogging, Marco’s need to rebel against his constraints had finally been defeated. No longer back talking, trying to escape, or doing anything that would trigger Gianni into a fit of rage.

Instead, Marco decided on another approach. He felt that if he behaved like a good boy, a son willing to do whatever his papa asked, perhaps there would come some rewards. Marco was looking to manipulate his father. Perhaps it would work. 

In these several days, Marco drank his father’s morning piss either from a glass or straight from the tap. Marco willingly blew his father whenever the mood would strike, and had taken multiple of his father’s loads. It was in these moments, he was always grateful to be of service to his father’s needs. After all, Gianni exuded virility, his need to plant his seed so deeply part of his personality. In a way, Marco felt he was doing his mother a favor while she was away. If Marco hadn’t given up his holes, he was certain he’d be fucking some strange woman’s pussy every night.

On this day, Gianni had just returned home from work and was sitting on the sofa in his briefs and wifebeater when there was an unexpected rap on the front door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He was proud of his body and did nothing to cover it up when he answered the door.

There was Timothy, in a pair of basketball shorts, no shirt, sweating from the exertion of hobbling across the street.

”Timothy, what are you doing here? I know my Marco didn’t invite you!”

”Mr. Gianni, please, I’ve come to check in Marco. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him or heard from him in many days. I’m worried about him.”

”He’s just fine. There’s absolutely no need to worry about him. I took his phone from him. He needs to focus on himself without distraction. To figure out who he is and wants to be. You and your father turned my son into a whore.”

”Please, May I see him? I need to see him. Surely, you can understand. I’ve been in my house all alone for days. My balls are ready to explode!”

”Are you saying the real reason you’re here is to fuck my son?”

”Well, yeah, and also to check that he’s still alive. You were really mad that night when you fucked him on my sofa!”

Gianni looked Timothy over from head to toe. The pleading look on his eyes melted Gianni’s tough exterior.

”Well, ok, I’ll let you see Marco on one condition, you won’t be alone with him. Im coming with you.”

As they walked towards Marco’s bedroom, Timothy was a bit taken aback by the padlock on the door. Marco pulled the key from his sock and unlocked it. There was Marco, sprawled on his bed in a jockstrap, hands clasped over his head staring up at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. He had no television, no computer or phone, nothing to connect him to the outside world, and spent endless hours in his own mind.

Marco heard the door open and when he saw Timothy’s face, he grinned from ear to ear. 

“Timothy, you’re here! How did you get here?”

”I walked. I needed to come see you!”

“Timothy, I told you Marco is just fine. Now, this isn’t a social call, just to your business and be on your way.”

Marco looked at his father and the expression on his face quickly turned sour.

”That’s right, son. Your friend here just told me he has a bad case of blue balls. I felt sorry for him, so here we are. Timothy, don’t just stand there, boy, get to it.”

Awkwardly, Timothy stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his shorts down revealing his semi-hard eight inch cock. Marco bent over to receive it into his mouth. Marco never thought he’d ever feel his lifelong crush’s cock down his throat ever again so he went about it as if it would be the last time. Savoring every ridge and licking up all the pre that had been oozing out of the slit.

Gianni became a little wound up himself watching his son suck off his best friend. He reached into his underwear and pulled out his own uncut meat, stroking it to full mast while watching his son moan over that beast of a cock impaling his throat.

“Papa, can Timothy fuck my culo? Please?”

”Si, son. Be the frocio (faggot) that you are. Turn around and take that cock.”

Marco excitedly turned himself around on all 4’s and presented his warm hole to Timothy. Once Timothy was balls-deep, a great sense of relief came over him. His cock was finally getting the attention it deserved. Marco began to bounce his butt on it. He was becoming a load moaning whore so Gianni grabbed him by the back of head and shoved his wet dick down his throat. Marco was now being impaled by his best friend and his father. His cock, stifled in that damn lock hurt so bad. 

Timothy, who hadn’t come in so many days didn’t last long. Marco’s hole felt just too good. He grunted as he filled Marco’s ass with 5 days of his seed! His hardon didn’t deflate as quickly as usual and Marco continued to ride it, still taking his papa’s cock down to the root. Unbelievably, Marco’s cock began to spew goblets of white cum out of the piss slut of the metal contraption, the vibrations of  moaning over his father’s cock sent him over the edge and soon Gianni fed his son so much cum, it dripped out into his beard, on his chin, on his cheeks! Marco’s orgasm squeezed Timothy’s cock so hard, he came a second time! 

Both men needed to piss after they shot their nuts. Timothy gave his buddy a piss enema and Gianni pissed down Marco’s mouth, a chaser after the warm cum load.

After everyone calmed down from all their climaxes, Gianni said, “Ok Timothy, you see my son is happy, he’s ok, and you’ve done your business. It’s time for you to go home.”

Timothy pulled up his shorts and Gianni escorted him out of Marco’s bedroom. Gianni once again locked the padlock and walked Gianni out the front door.

He resumed watching TV in the living room, a beer in hand, and left Marco alone once again.

Marco, after releasing the piss enema went back to his bed, in the same position he was before, hands clasped behind his head, staring at the ceiling, only this time with a huge smile on his face. The pain in his balls relieved just a little…and, he thought, his plan to be a good son, a good boy, is working…