Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 01:16:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Casey Jordan <sub_casey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy: Part 4

This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly
semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an
under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of
punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation,
exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please
stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father
Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason,
Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on,
Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his
step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own
school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else
he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told
from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 4: Weekend Treat (1)

by Casey



Hitting the shower was a relief. I was so exhausted that I could only sit
down on the bathroom floor as the hot water ran over my soiled body. But I
knew that my daily ordeal was far from over. As usual, after shower I'd
have to wait for my step-father in his bed, naked and ready to be used. A
memory flashed before me of that time when I'd caught the sight of Harry
fucking my mother on the same bed with the door open.  He'd looked so huge
and hairy, like a bear looming over the smaller form of my mother.  She had
moaned and squealed like a skewered pig. A very happy, skewered pig. I'd
quietly wondered how it'd have felt to be in her place.

I fingered my loose, sore hole and decided that I'd clean myself inside as
well. I took the hose I normally used and connected it to the tap. After
making sure I had a good mix of hot and cold water, I shoved the other end
of the hose up my ass. The thing went easily into me, and I was immediately
filled with the sensation of pleasantly warm water flooding my guts. Living
with Harry had turned me into a completely sexual creature and I began to
enjoy the feeling as the hose 'fucked' me and filled me with its warm,
copious 'piss'. Oh yes, 'piss-enemas' was nothing new to me by
then. Despite everything, my teenage cock began to stir.

I focused my mind on other things and continued with the rest of my
preparations more quickly. I used the warm water twice more to clean my
insides, rinsed myself under the shower, dried myself with a towel and then
brushed my teeth. If I thought about it, I couldn't help knowing how
pointless it all was. Here I was, all clean and fresh, only so that Harry
could come up and defile me some more. But I knew that to disobey him would
only make things ten times worse. After I was done in the bathroom, I went
to the small table beside the bed and took out the tube of lube from the
small drawer.  I squeezed some onto my palm and then worked it into my
freshly cleaned hole. It was all part of my nightly routine, whether my
step-dad eventually came for me or not.

Once finished, I climbed onto the bed, slipped my naked figure under the
blankets and waited patiently for my 'husband'. I was more than ready to
fall asleep. In fact, I was quietly nodding off when Harry finally came
into the room. He didn't come to the bed straightaway but proceeded to the
bathroom where I could clearly hear the sounds as he farted and relieved
himself. He emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later with his
boxers dangling in one hand, scratching idly at his hairy, medium beer- gut
as he regarded my sleepy form. He smiled lecherously as he climbed up onto
the bed, making it creak slightly under his heavy weight. His hefty,
hardening cock swayed menacingly under his naked belly.

As he crouched hugely over me, his unwashed odor once again filling my
lungs with his overpowering musk, he brought one hand up to stroke my hair
gently. "Look at you, all washed up and waiting for Daddy's cock, like an
obedient little cunt. Do you want Daddy's cock? Huh? Do you want Daddy's
cock inside you again? Tell me, boy."

I looked up into his eyes and tried to hide my defiance as I said, "Yes
Daddy, I want your cock inside me. Please fuck me, Daddy."

My step-dad paused. "Well, I'm sort of tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"No Daddy," I cut in quickly. "I need your cock now, Daddy. Please shove
your cock into me and breed me like the fucktoy that I am, Sir!"

It was our almost nightly game. He found it amusing to make me beg for his
cock, to pretend to be tired or uninterested as I desperately offered
myself to him like a whore. The first few times, when I hadn't understood
what I was supposed to do, I had paid for it by begging all of the members
of the soccer team to suck their cocks. By that time, Bobby was firmly in
cahoots with my step-dad. He was Harry's eyes and ears, and he'd started to
report everything I did or didn't do at school to my step-dad. I had no
choice but to beg them all, even shocked, straight Danny who was then my
best friend. It was either that or risk an even worse punishment.

"Well, all right, if you insist," Harry sighed. "But I'm only doing this as
a favor, boy, because you asked me very nicely."

"Thank you, Daddy!" I said as earnestly as I could manage. "Daddy's so
kind, your little cuntboy owes you one, Daddy."

"Damn right he does," Harry growled as he yanked the blankets off of
me. Then he positioned himself between my thighs, nudging my legs apart
roughly with his knees as he lifted my hips level with his crotch. Within
seconds he'd driven his rod deep into me, his shaft sinking smoothly into
my lubed and well-used hole. He shifted forward a little more and then sat
back on his heels with his tool buried almost completely in me. My legs
were splayed on either side of his thick body as his hands held my hips and
butt off the bed by my slim waist. Then, with a wicked grin at me, he began
to move his hips and drill his cock repeatedly into my boypussy.

I hadn't realized that he'd crowded me towards the wall until my head began
to bang against the headboard. I brought my hands up and pressed them
against the wood to try to protect my head but all I managed to do was
soften some of the blows. Pretty soon even that no longer worked as my
step-father's constant movement against me inexorably pushed me ever upward
on the bed. Within a few minutes, I was being fucked with my head bent to
one side and my temple and cheek pressing and smacking noisily against the
wooden panel.

Harry didn't care a whit about my discomfort. He looked as if he'd be more
than happy to fuck me right through the wood. In fact, at one point he
pulled my head by the hair to one side so that my other temple and cheek
would take the pounding instead. The constant knocking banished all
sleepiness from me but despite the pain, the merciless treatment and the
incessant rubbing of his cock on my over-stimulated prostate were having
the usual effects. My tired boyclit slowly began to stiffen and I began to
moan lustily at every jab of his big Daddy cock.

We came together about ten minutes later, me shooting a meagre four spurts
of clearish white cum onto my boy-belly and Harry unloading what felt like
an undiminished quantity of manseed deep inside me. My cock felt so sore
that I almost expected it to burst. Harry slid me down the bed and
collapsed on top of me, his heavy body pressing my small form right into
the mattress. As I struggled to breathe, Harry propped himself up on one
elbow and began to lick my face like a dog would lick its puppy.  Then he
moved his head lower and began to kiss and lick at my nipples. I whimpered
as his teeth captured my tits and began to pull savagely on them.

Harry still had my legs splayed apart under him and I realized that his
cock was still inside me. It seemed to have softened a little but was still
thick enough to fit very snugly in my boyhole. As he continued teasing and
biting my nipples, my step-dad brought a hand between my legs and inserted
a finger in my pussy, right alongside his firmly lodged cock. I could feel
the elastic band of my sphincters giving way to accommodate the additional
intrusion. He followed this up with another and another finger until all
four fingers on his hand were stuck up my boycunt, right under the pulsing
belly of his own shaft. I moaned long and low at the feeling of fullness.

"Feel that, boy?" Harry said to me, startling my eyes open. He was speaking
so close to my face that he was practically breathing into my open
mouth. "Remember what I promised you? Soon you will be able to take both my
cock and my fist in your cunt at the same time. Soon we would've worked
that once-tight fuckhole wide enough that I'd be able to jack myself off
inside you. How'd you like that, huh, slut? You'd have the largest twat
ever seen on a boy. You'd be famous! All boy-lovers all over the country
would be queuing up just to get a look at it."

I helplessly responded to this pronouncement with another long moan. As
usual, Harry's words put pictures in my warped head, images of big hung men
queueing from the foot of the bed and down the stairs and even outside of
the front door and stroking their cocks as they waited for their turns. "Oh
yeah," my step-father said as he began to fuck me with both his cock and
his hand. "When I'm done, there's gonna be nothing left of you but one
great big hole for people to dump their cum and piss into. You're gonna be
a useless piece of worn-out meat, a piece of trash for the rest of your
life, enjoyed only by perverts who like to fuck boys with their feet or
some other huge part of their body. By then I would already have another
boy with a sweet tight pussy to break in, so it wouldn't really matter to
me, except for the money that you'd be bringing in."

Over the next hour or so, Harry fucked me in all sorts of
positions. Sometimes he'd have my feet on his shoulders as he pounded into
me, other times I found myself kneeling on the bed with my knees wide apart
and my face pressed into the pillows as he ploughed me. I came yet again
while we were lying on our sides, one of my legs lifted up into the air as
he fucked me from behind. My balls had nothing left so it was a painful dry
orgasm. It was quite a while yet after that before my step-dad finally came
again. I think I dozed off the moment the bed stopped rocking.

* * *

I threw open the curtains and slapped Jimmy's half-exposed buttocks. Bright
morning sun flooded into the room.

"Morning, boy," I greeted him cheerfully as his eyes fluttered open. His
expression did not change when he saw me. The fact that I could not tell
what he was thinking irked me a bit, but I shrugged it off as I had
resolved to make this an enjoyable day, at least for me. I simply kept
smiling down at him until he averted his gaze.

"I just love weekends, don't you?" I said buoyantly. "It means I'll get to
have you all day!". His seeming indifference made me want to get under his
skin as quickly as possible. He was supposed to be all cringing and
horrified at the thought of being used by me all day long. Not this
unresponsive lump of boymeat.

"Come on, boy," I yanked the rest of the covers off him, exposing his
nakedness to the room. He looked delicious. Despite the previous night's
exertions, my cock twitched. I lowered the tone of my voice
dangerously. "Let's go."

Something flashed in his eyes. Was that a flicker of hatred I saw? I
grinned and scratched at my exposed balls, letting the scrawny kid take his
fill of what he'd have to contend with for the rest of the day. I saw his
eyes following the movement of my hand and resting for a couple seconds on
the sizable piece of sausage hanging between my legs. I knew he could never
resist stealing a look at my cock, no matter how much his face showed his
spite. I waited for him to get up.

He did, too slowly for my liking, but I let it go for now. I had a lot
planned for the day and Jimmy would be totally involved soon enough. As he
got to a sitting position, I saw him stiffen. Ahh, he must have just
learned about the buttplug. I had inserted it into him last night, careful
not to wake him up. Not that I cared about his comfort or about him getting
enough sleep. I just loved to spring these nasty little suprises on the
boy. The plug had slipped fairly easily into his cunt, loose and sloppy as
it was. And it wasn't a small one, either. He had moaned a bit, but made no
other response, probably dreaming that I was inserting my cock into him
again. The slut.

"Keep it in," I told him in no uncertain terms. "Wash up and come to the
kitchen. I expect you to be there in not more than ten minutes. Starting
from now." As I turned away I noticed the stains on the bed; beautiful
signs of our latest lovemaking. It gave me a rush to know that those were
my dried up semen in the bed that I now shared with my son. Mine and his,
forcefully ejected out of him when I jammed my babymaker into him. And
there was more still in him, coating his insides and prevented from
spilling out by the buttplug. My cock twitched again.

Jimmy was in the kitchen before I even remembered to check the clock on the
wall.  Well, at least he still remembered the sort of punishment he would
get for disobeying a direct order like that. He stood there stupidly before
the counter, naked and looking deliciously naive with water still dripping
down his wet hair.

I smiled at him as I swung the sizzling pan over. "Today we're having bacon
and sausage," I announced cheerily to him. I slipped the two sausages and
the strips of bacon from the pan onto a plate and handed the latter to
him. "Now go and take this over to the living room, but don't eat yet ok,
you don't wanna start without me!" As Jimmy turned without question, I
added. "Oh yeah, and put the videocam on playback for me, will ya?" I
grinned to myself as I saw the base of the black plug peeping out from
between his waggling asscheeks.

I pretended to be busy in the kitchen until I could hear the sounds from
the tv. I smiled, wiped the grease off my hands and strolled over to the
living room. The boy was standing by the long couch, his plate deposited on
the coffee table. He was trying hard to look anywhere but at the
television.

Of course, I didn't need to tell him that I had earlier inserted one of our
very own home-made tapes into the videocam. It was another of those home
movies that me and Sam thought up and made together; man, that guy's
twisted. A sort of seedy music was playing in the background, and there was
Jimmy, standing straight and facing the camera, clad only in his bikini
briefs. Behind him stood a tall heavyset man, quite naked and with a raging
hard on that looked horrifyingly large beside the boy's frail pale
body. That'd be me, of course, but you couldn't see my face, as it had been
masked out and showed up only as a sort of fuzzy circle. That'd be Sam's
handiwork, as well. He's pretty good at this editing stuff, too.

The Jimmy in the room may have been trying to feign disinterest, but the
Jimmy in the video certainly wasn't. Probably because we had both
threatened to beat him up bad if he didn't do exactly what he was
told. Before long, that Jimmy had started to gyrate, his shoulders rolling
up and down to some sleazy music. His hands soon began to rub all over his
body, massaging his lean abdomen and chest and finally playing with his
nipples. He twisted and pulled at those small pink nubs as if he really
meant it, rather surprising considering he was supposed to be doing it
under duress. And he was mouthing 'Oohs' and 'Aahs', too, even as his body
jiggled around. It looked pretty authentic to me. Didn't I tell you he was
a real slut?

I paused on the doorway to enjoy the sight of the cunt squirming by the
sofa trying hard not to look at the television, as if trying to deny that
he had anything to do with any of that stuff. I knew why it bothered him so
much to watch it. It wasn't just because of the humiliation of seeing
himself behave so sluttily, or the despair at witnessing the procession of
depraved acts that he allowed himself to do at my bidding. It bothered him
so much because it turned him on, which really was the ultimate
confirmation that he liked to be treated that way. Even as he squirmed, I
saw that his little cock was already stirring with excitement. Fuck, I
could be a fucking shrink, the way I could easily understand my step-son's
deepest desires and emotions.

The Jimmy in the video had stopped dancing and had gone closer to the big
stud (me), positioning his backside in front of my big, rock hard cock
(with his body slightly sideways to the camera) while looking up archly
over his shoulder at me. One slim teenage hand reached behind him for my
cock, grabbing the base (his small hand barely had a grip on it) and gently
pulling it to one side until the angry head was pointing right at his hole
although not quite touching it. Jimmy, already on tiptoes, then began to
rock his hips forward and backward, miming a fucking motion although my
cock remained outside of his warm velvetty hole. With his face once more
looking straight at the camera and his eyes brimming with wanton lust, a
sight that would surely tug at the heartstrings (or cockstrings, rather!)
of anyone who saw it, Jimmy began to moan very flirtatiously.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Oh god please fuck me Daddy. Fuck me and fill my boypussy
with your mancum."

It was rather good, and I'm fairly proud of myself for having trained him
to do that look and to say those words just right, just the way I
wanted. It took a while for him to truly nail it and most people might have
given up halfway, but I always got what I wanted even if it took hours (in
this case, four) and a lifetime's worth of spankings. By the time he got it
right, Jimmy was bawling like a baby and even my shoulder was beginning to
tire from swinging the paddle, the belt, and my bare hand.

I glanced over at the boy to enjoy the bright crimson of shame on his face.

Jimmy was almost fully hard now and I strode into the room, passing between
him and the tv (during which he managed to steal a glance at my
fully-engorged mancock!)  before plopping myself down on the sofa. "Sit
down, boy." I told him. He sidled in between the sofa and the table and sat
down slowly beside me, not quite letting his body touch mine. I saw him
twitch slightly as the buttplug in him nestled deeper due to how the
leather gave way under his weight. He was still trying his best not to look
at the tv.

Unknown to the boy, earlier in the kitchen I'd turned up the heater and
done some light exercises, just to get a healthy sweat going. It was
important for Jimmy that he tasted me in all of his daily meals, and as
they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

"Okay, let's get some breakfast into you, boy. Now get a hold of that
bacon," I told him. To my annoyance, he looked at me inquiringly. "What?
Use your hand, bitch."

Jimmy grabbed hesitantly at one corner of a strip of the warm meat.

"You might wanna hold it more properly as you're gonna have to pick it up."

My step-son paused and then slipped his hand under the bacon before lifting
it up.  Then he looked at me uncertainly.

"Good," I said. "Now wrap the bacon around my cock and rub it up and down
like you're jacking me off. You might wanna kneel here between my legs so
it'd be easier."

For a second, Jimmy froze, but then I saw the resignation in his eyes. He
pushed himself off the sofa and knelt before me as I spread my legs wide to
make room for his naked body. He looked so fragile and fair, a cute little
angel between my thick, tanned, hairy thighs. He brought his hand to my
waiting cock, positioning the piece of bacon under my shaft. He had to use
both hands to make it wrap all the way around. The warm bacon felt pleasant
as Jimmy began to rub it up and down my dong.

"Yeah, work that meat on my cock, boy." Grease began to coat my tool,
making it start to glisten.

After a few minutes, I put one hand on the boy's wrist to make him
stop. "Now take the meat and slather it all over my balls, boy. Make sure
you get all of my sweat."

Jimmy cupped my balls with his hand and massaged the bacon around
them. There was no doubt that a lot of my smelly manly sweat was getting
onto that piece of meat. "More, boy," I urged him. "Get all of that grime
between my balls and my thighs. I want that bacon to smell of me and only
me." By now, Jimmy was looking at the piece of meat in his hand as if it
was a rattlesnake.

"Good. Now stick it in my asscrack and rub it hard in there. Make sure you
get all of that filthy sweat on your meal."

The boy obeyed, the mixture of horror and surrender on his face a joy to
behold. I let him do his job for a few more minutes.

"Ok, boy. You can eat it now," I told him. "Do it slowly, one nibble at a
time."

The strip of bacon looked more like a stained rag than food, but Jimmy
brought it to his lips, anyway. He looked like he was about to be sick. The
meat smelled very strongly of my bodily excretions. It was the only proper
kind of food for a slaveboy like him. His body was merely a dump for my
wastes. It didn't deserve normal food.  Whatever he ate, it must first be
mixed or coated with my manly essences before consumption so that he'd
never forget his place in the scheme of things.

I made the little fuck rub his second strip of bacon on my balls and in my
crack and then in my sweaty armpits before devouring it. I watched
delightedly as he gagged and almost threw up several times. He hadn't
seemed to have much problem whenever I told him to clean my crack or
armpits with his tongue prior to this, but I guess bacon and mansweat was
almost too strong a mixture even for the cockhungry cunt. After that, I
made him eat the sausages, but not before rubbing the ends firmly into my
sweaty and greasy asscrack before taking each bite. I told him to make sure
that he twisted the sausages around whenever he got near my asshole so that
they gathered all the tasty seasoning from the rim of my not-so-clean
anus. He should thank his lucky starts that he was getting such delicacies
for breakfast. Most other boys never got to taste their old man's ass in
their food.

When he'd finished both bacons and sausages, I told him to lick the grease
clean from his fingers, my armpits, my balls and my cock. After all, good
enough lube as it might've been, grease would probably be not very good for
his insides when I fucked him later.

By the time he'd cleaned me up, the Jimmy in the video was lying on his
back, his legs up in the air, and fucking himself with a long cream-colored
dildo. He was running his tongue on his lips and moaning seductively
towards the camera. "Please come and fuck me, Daddy," he was saying. "This
rubber cock feels so good but I want a real cock so bad. Nothing feels as
good as a real man's cock, Daddy." The video was about halfway through,
although it didn't really matter as I had it on auto-repeat.  I beckoned at
Jimmy to rise.

"Turn around," I told him. When he did, I grabbed the base of the buttplug
and yanked it brutally out of his ass, making him grunt sharply. I watched
with fascination as his gaping asslips pulsed once and then twice before
puckering up.

"Back up and sit down on your special seat, boy," I ordered him. Jimmy knew
what I meant so he shifted backward and then started to slowly lower
himself onto my cock.  I let him ease himself down until my cockhead was
completely inside him, and then grabbed his hips and jerked him down hard
onto my lap. The fuckwad threw his head back against my shoulder and
howled. I marvelled at how pretty he looked even while, or maybe especially
while, screaming in pain. The screams subsided into small mewling noises as
his insides began to adapt to the intrusion. It's had a great deal of
practise so it took a much shorter time to do so nowadays.

"Please fuck this little cockslut, Daddy," the Jimmy in the tv was
saying. "I must have cock. I need to be filled with cocks all the
time. Please ask all your friends to come and fuck me, too. I need to be
used like a whore, Daddy." I've noticed that fucktoys like little Jimmy
just couldn't bear seeing themselves performing lewd acts or being
used. The idea that their deepest shame had been recorded and could be
shown to just anyone over and over again was a source of both great
humiliation and unbearable excitement. I used this to my advantage all the
time. Of course, I had yet to disclose to the boy just how many people had
already received emails containing various clips from our home videos!

I began to move him up and down my cock, and after a few moments of
twitching around the boy's delicate body sagged weakly against me. I think
he was getting close to zoning out on me. Constantly getting fucked over
several days sometimes did that to him. Well, he wasn't gonna get off that
easy.

"You feel that, boy?" I asked him. "That's contentment you're
feeling. That's happiness. You're content with your life because you're
doing what you've always been destined to be doing. You're being used as a
fucktoy, a mindless sex object. And deep inside you, you know that's what
you'll always be."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jimmy stiffened for a moment and then scrambled
his way off my lap. Or tried to, anyway, until I grabbed him with both
hands on either side of his slim waist, jerked him back down and held him
there, squirming but not going anywhere soon. For a few seconds he
struggled against my grip, pushing away at my thighs and hands as if he
didn't quite grasp the situation. I let him at it until he ceased all by
himself, finally seeming to understand that he was supposed to stay put.
*I* certainly wasn't surprised that we had a visitor (or visitors, rather),
given that it was I who a few days earlier had arranged for them to drop by
this morning. Seeing the boy's reaction was worth it in itself, but more
was yet to come, and I had no doubt that I was in for a very enjoyable day.

Jimmy's head twisted around to look up at me, his doe-like eyes wide and
almost in tears, sweet lips parted and panting from his ineffectual
struggles. I smiled down at him, fully enjoying his panic.

"Daddy, please," he whimpered. "I.. they'd see me like this!"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, they probably would," I
agreed with him.

"Come on in!", I shouted out loud. "Door's not locked!"

Jimmy began to struggle again but my iron grip didn't budge an inch. "It's
really not very polite to be flailing about in front of guests, don't you
think, slut?". I tightened my grip and jerked him real hard onto my cock,
burying my tool back into him to the roots. It drove the breath from the
boy.

As Jimmy's toes curled up at the sensation of my cock probing deep inside
him, the front door opened and two fairly hunky guys came in, one black and
one white, followed by my old friend and fellow boylover Sam himself. The
two strangers were clad in t-shirts and jeans, and looked fairly
impressive, with thick upper arms straining to tear at their short sleeves
and well-built thighs bulging in worn denims. And they both sported
sizeable baskets between their legs. Sam was of course in his usual leather
biker gear. I grinned as I saw the two new guys stop dead in their tracks
and did double-takes. Their eyes moved slowly between Jimmy and the tv and
then back to me and the boy. Sam just peered past their shoulders and
grinned back at me. I glanced at the little fuckslut on my lap and saw that
the boy's eyes had opened again and were staring straight at the men, his
face stricken. Fear and shame made his cheeks burn a bright red, making him
look even cuter. He was so shocked that he wasn't even struggling anymore.

"Hey there Harry, what up?" Sam greeted me casually. "These are the friends
from the construction site I told you about. This one here's Rob and that
black motherfucker's called Virgil."

I nodded pleasantly towards each of them. "Sorry guys, I would stand up and
shake your hands, but I'm kinda like busy jerking myself off," I
apologized.

The two guys looked at me blankly.

I raised an eyebrow. "What, oh this?" I said, indicating Jimmy. "Well some
people like to use their hands. I prefer to use a life-size toy. Feels like
a real pussy, too."

I watched them as Sam's friends digested this. It was so hot to be
introducing my slut of a boy as nothing more than a jerk-off toy for me. I
was laying it out early on that I didn't treat Jimmy as a human being, and
that I didn't want them to treat Jimmy as one either. I wanted them to see
a fucktoy, a sweet set of holes to be used and plundered as they saw fit, a
mere tool for them to satisfy their sexual needs.  Despite his predicament,
I felt Jimmy's slutty hole twitch around my cock. It was a sign I knew well
- the boy was starting to get turned on by all of these. The boy was
getting off on my introducing him as a male fucktoy to complete strangers!
I mean, only true cockslave sluts would actually get hard just by getting
introduced to other men as what they are, right? I glanced down and saw
that the boy's cock was indeed stiffening, and then I saw the two men
noticing it, too. That'd disperse any doubts they might've had.

Sam came forward. "Not a problem, man. Don't let us interrupt you. You
don't mind if we got ourselves a little bit more comfortable, though, do
you?"

"Hell no," I told him back. "Make yourselves at home, guys."


(To be continued..)