Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2016 06:20:22 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Putting Him In His Place part 3

I was in a great mood for the next few days. My girlfriend Ann noticed and
kept pestering me to figure out what was going on—like me being happy
was such a surprise to her or something—but I put her off with the usual
vague crap. After having a taste of Leigh's smoking hot body, I wasn't too
concerned about what Ann thought. I figured my time with her was gonna be
wrapping up pretty soon. Between Leigh's pussy and Jay's mouth and ass,
what did I need Ann for?

While I was enjoying the glow of those days, I spent some time figuring out
where I was gonna take things next. It didn't even cross my mind to stop. I
had turned Jay into a whore and then into my own personal woman. I'd fucked
his girlfriend in front of him—and degraded him by fucking him in front
of her—and he was gonna let me do it as much as she wanted, and I was
pretty damn sure that was gonna be a lot. Fuck, he'd even agreed to let me
knock her up!

I wondered if there was anything the bitch wouldn't do. I had to see how
low I could make him go.

He kept me up-to-date like he promised.  Things played out like I expected:
Leigh felt guilty at first, but he praised her endlessly and assured her
that he wanted a life with her more than anything, and that he WANTED his
good friend Rick (that's me) to be there for her to give her what he
couldn't. He even talked her out of getting on the pill with some strong
hints that was going to pop the question soon.

With a little coaching from me, he did it that weekend. He took her to an
amazing restaurant in Columbus and presented her with a huge diamond in
front of everyone. Then he took her for drinks and dancing. Then they went
back to one of the best hotels in the city for a romantic night. When he
had her going for a while with his tongue, he told her that he wanted this
special night to be complete for her...  and I came in from another room in
the suite and fucked her.

The idea that I had Jay's fiancé on the very night he proposed was
awesome. It was a long night, and I dropped three separate loads into her
unprotected pussy while she moaned and begged for more of my dick. Jay
didn't even get on the bed while I used her. He sat in a chair watching us,
flushed and panting the whole time. When I couldn't squeeze out another
drop of cum, I let him suck the slime off of my dick in front of her and
then I went back to the other room and crashed.

The very next day I sent him an email from the secret account that I'd used
to whore him out: "GET READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND"

He protested that he couldn't do it again—he had a man and that was the
only guy he wanted. I thought it was funny that he didn't mention he was
engaged to a woman.

I sent him some great still pics of his own dad fucking him, plus a short
video I'd put together of that fuck, where you could plainly see and hear
Coach plowing him, praising his hot ass and then blowing his nut into Jay's
ass. I added a note: "IS IT THIS MAN? LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON... I BET HE'D
LIKE THIS VIDEO."

Jay caved in a heartbeat and said he'd do it.

That evening I called Jay. "Hey bud... just wanted to let you know that I
got that email you sent out looking for customers this weekend. You know I
don't mind you doing what you need to do, but I thought you and I weren't
gonna be just business anymore." I managed to sound a little hurt.

He spilled everything, not knowing it was me behind it all. He told me how
somebody had video of him and was making him whore himself out. Told me
that he didn't get any of the money. Told me he wasn't the one who put up
the ad the first time around or sent out the email this time.

He somehow forgot to mention that one of his customers had been his dad
though.

I think I did a pretty credible job of acting pissed off for him. I told
him to tell me who this guy was so I could kick his ass. When he admitted
he didn't know, I stewed on that for a bit... "Fine. Here's what we're
gonna do. You're gonna go ahead and do it, and I'm gonna reply to this
dude's email and tell him I'm in for another round. When I get there, I'm
gonna put a stop to this."

Me stepping up to defend him put another hook into Jay and made him want to
be my woman that much more. He was practically cooing his gratitude on the
phone and telling me how much he loved me.  It was great.

But I didn't really want to stop whoring Jay out—I just wanted to change
the way I did it. "Now, there's no way for me to know when he'll slot me
in, so you'll probably have to take some customers before I get there. You
just go along with it and have fun and do what you like to do. When I get
there, I'll take care of this guy."

His voice was barely audible. "But... I don't really want to be with other
guys anymore."

I laughed but tried to make it sound loving. "Oh, baby. It makes me hot to
hear my woman say that to me. But listen—I WANT you to be with other
guys. And I fucking LOVE it when they have to pay for it."

"But why?" I could hear his confusion. He didn't know how to feel about
that.

"Because I've got you for real and they just get your ass. It makes me
proud that I have you in a way that nobody else can have
you. Plus... well... I need you to be a woman for me, right? The more men
use you, the more I see you as a woman, and that's the way it has to be for
a real man like me to want you. Plus, come on—I know you like taking
cock, right? Why stop doing something you like?" I switched to a tough
growl. "You just need to do it for yourself and not for that prick."

It took him a while to process that. I'm not exactly sure which part of
that crap did the job, but some combination of it worked. He hung up happy
that I was gonna take care of his problem and convinced that I really would
care more for him if he was a whore for other guys.

That weekend, I set everything up just like before, except that I went
ahead and put in the ropes and Velcro cuffs the black guy had left behind
last time. I emailed the old customers and got some of them back and had a
few new ones lined up too. I was watching on video again when Jay came into
the prepared room, and his whole attitude was different this time. There
was no hesitation as he stripped down, pulled the hood on and stretched out
on the bed to wait. He even smiled.

By total coincidence (not), the very first customer I had lined up for him
was his dad. The difference this time was that I'd offered him a double
time-slot for the same price. Coach had jumped at the chance to have
another crack at that `fine piece of ass.' You already know how Coach
fucks, so I won't repeat the details—It was pretty obvious right from
the get-go that Jay recognized his dad's voice, so he never said an
intelligible word. He made his enthusiasm known, though, clutching his dad
and moaning, groaning squealing and panting the whole way through the
extra-long fuck session.

Coach dumped two loads into Jay, still not knowing it was his own son.

The rest of the night went by according to plan. Six more random dudes
loaded Jay up and paid me a hundred bucks each for the privilege. The same
black guy came back and beat welts into Jay's ass with his belt again
before he fucked him. This time he didn't tie him up to do it, but just
made him bend over the bed while crack after crack of the belt rang in the
room. Jay took it like a good whore.

Finally it was my turn. Since Jay didn't know his handler was in the next
room, I didn't even have to make a big production of having a fight. I took
my time packing away my laptop and everything and then wandered over to
Jay's room about 15 minutes after my supposed time-slot. Since he didn't
know when I was due, he was still face-down on the bed with the hood on.

"Hey baby, it's me."

He sat up quickly and yanked the hood off. I almost laughed at the concern
on his face.

"Oh, thank god. Are you OK?" He jumped up and hugged me tightly before
looking me up and down for bruises or cuts.

I nuzzled his neck and gave him a soft kiss. "I'm fine, baby. No worries at
all. He was just some piss-ant that you blew that caught it on camera and
wanted to take advantage of you. I kicked his ass." Then I looked around
the room. "Oh, he fessed up that he has cameras in here too. I got his
computer, though, so he doesn't have the video anymore."

I made a show of going around the room, pulling cameras and mics out from
their hiding places. Then I winked at him with a grin. "Could be fun for us
to watch later, though, right? I can finally see you in action. That'll be
hot."

He froze and his face flooded with his trademark blush. He looked down.

"What? What's wrong?" I said, all innocent concern.

He sounded like he was being strangled when he forced out the
words. "Rick... Rick, one of the guys...  one of the guys was my dad."

I should be an actor. I looked at him like I was confused and then like I
was stunned as what he said sank in. Then I let my eyes brighten and I
pulled him into a fierce hug. "Holy fuck, Jay," I growled into his ear,
"that's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life!"

"What? But—"

I cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss. "Oh my god, I want you so bad
right now!" It's true that I was hard as a rock, but it had nothing to do
with feelings for Jay and everything to do with how humiliated he was
feeling and how I intended to take that to the next level. He was already
naked, so I shoved him lightly back onto the bed and started ripping off my
own clothes.

I crawled on top of him while a mix of pleasure and confusion played across
his face, and ground my rock-hard dick into his semi-plumped jockstrap like
it was a pillow. "Tell me," I growled again. "Tell me how your dad used
you. You liked it, didn't you?"

It was hard to believe he could blush deeper, but he managed it. Finally he
nodded around a moan while I was tonguing the hollow of his
neck. "Yeah... Yeah, I did." I worked Jay over long and slow, and probably
raised his body temperature about a hundred degrees while I coaxed him into
talking. He told me everything I already knew, but I enthused about every
revelation. Finally, I rewarded him by making him my woman again.

He raised his legs high and wide, offering me unresisting access to himself
and I took him with a long, gentle long-dicking that went on and on and on
until his cum oozed out into his jockstrap. I wanted to put another hook in
him, so when his wet ass clamped down on me, I let go and blasted my load
into his guts.

When I rolled off of him, panting, I didn't wait—I stroked his face
gently. "Oh, Jesus, Jay. That was amazing. You're amazing. You're the
perfect woman for me. That video will be hot as fuck, but I can't wait to
see you taking your dad up your ass for real."

His sheer joy shaded into confusion and a little alarm.  "For real? You
mean... do it again? With you watching?"

I swept him up in my arms, grinning excitedly. "Hell yes! I can't wait!"

"But... that's not right, is it? I mean, my own dad?"

"Sure it is. Why not? You're both grown-ups, and it's not like he's gonna
get you pregnant and give you a mutant baby. He's just another man who
likes your ass, right? And apparently he REALLY likes your ass since he
came back for it. He's nutted you—what—three times already? And you
already said how much you liked it."

"Well, yeah... it was hot. I guess because it's so dirty. But there's no
way he'd do it if he knew it was me.  Let alone let you watch."

I pretended to be thoughtful, although of course I'd already been thinking
about it for a few days.  "Hmm... it is tricky, but I bet we can work it
out. Let me think about it. Maybe we can do something with that stuff I
took from the prick that was whoring you out."

* * *

A few days later, Jay called me up to say he was gonna have to go to New
York on business for a few days. I told him to have a good time and chided
him a little: "New York is a big place, Jay. I expect you to come back with
some stories, you know? Make me hot with how many guys have enjoyed my
woman.  And make `em pay for it—that'll be hot!" I pretended not to
notice his embarrassment. "Oh, and don't worry about Leigh. I'll take care
of her while you're gone. Just tell her you asked me to come by—I'll
make sure to get there before you leave just so she knows it's OK."

He said OK. He'd pretty much lost all ability to argue with me, which was
exactly the way I liked it. I showed up at their door five minutes before
he had to leave to get on a plane. It was the middle of the afternoon and
none of us had had any alcohol, so there couldn't be any illusions about
what was happening. They were both blushing when I shook his hand and
kissed her on the cheek, but her flush had more to it than embarrassment as
I casually slid my arm around her waist and wished him good luck with his
business.

I don't want you to think I was in her pussy five minutes after he was
gone. I could have done that, but that might have made her have regrets
later. No, I treated her like a lady and took her to dinner that evening
with the money I'd made whoring Jay out. I talked about him openly and
warmly and acted like nothing but a friend when she and I were out in
public. Back at her place after dinner, we sat on the couch together with
my arm around her, watched a movie, and then chatted with Jay on the phone
about his flight.

THEN I took her to bed and enjoyed her body for hours. I put two loads a
day in her every day he was gone and she never showed any sign of getting
tired of my cock or my company. She'd been doing without for a long
time. When Jay got home, I kissed her on the cheek, gave him a bro-hug and
started to head out.

Jay looked at me with a pensive frown. "Do you have to leave so soon?"

"Well, no. I just didn't want to intrude..." I gestured at Leigh.

He shook his head. "You're not intruding. I want you here. We both do." He
put his arm around Leigh.  "In fact, we were trading messages while I was
gone and we've come to a decision." He took a deep breath. "We don't want
you to leave at all. Will you consider moving in with us?"

I was genuinely blown away. I'd intended to get a lot out of mileage out of
these two, but I'd never even thought about moving in with them. If I had
thought about it, I'd have thought it would take me months to get them to
that point.

They took my surprised silence as reluctance. Leigh jumped in and put her
soft hand on my arm. "We mean it Rick. We've got another bedroom that you
can have. We don't expect you to have to—you know—be with us every
night or anything. And of course you wouldn't be tied to us. I mean, I know
you'll want to have dates over and things."

Jay nodded. "And I know there'll be times when Leigh needs you. Just you, I
mean. Without me. When she needs that, I'll spend the night in the other
bedroom." He glanced down at the floor. "In fact, to show you I'm serious,
I'll spend tonight in the other bedroom if you want."

I stepped in and hugged them both to me. "I'll go get my things."

Now, I don't want you to think that I was suddenly full of emotion for
these two. That ain't me. But they handed me a chance to move up to a
better living arrangement, replace my good-enough girlfriend with Leigh's
smoking hot body, and put me in a position to keep breaking Jay down. I
wasn't gonna pass all that up. Jay spent that night in the other bedroom
craving my dick while I took his bed and filled his girlfriend up with more
cock and cum.

* * *

I caught Jay alone the next day and rewarded him for his suggestion with a
long make-out session that left him moaning and even hornier. "I'm so proud
of you," I murmured softly in his ear while I licked and sucked on
it. "You've made me so happy. You're the woman I always wanted, and you're
taking care of me and Leigh by making sure we get what we need too." I
pulled my dick out and let him suck it hard and give it a good coating of
spit, but I didn't let him get me off and I didn't fuck him because I
wanted to keep him horny.

When I pulled him back on his feet I squeezed his ass-cheeks and switched
to a casual-fun tone. "Soo...  what's the report on New York? How many men
got to try this beautiful ass and go home praying for another shot at it?"

He blushed and pulled a thick envelope out of a bag and handed it to me. "I
made an ad like that other guy did and figured out I could charge
three-hundred an hour."

I flipped through the envelope. "Jesus Christ, Jay! There's almost
five-thousand dollars in here! Did you get any sleep?"

He grinned at how impressed I was. "Not much. A good chunk of that came
from one guy, though. He was another sales exec at the conference. Once he
found out about me, he kind of... wanted me to himself the last couple
nights."

I let my eyes brighten and I kissed him passionately and ground my crotch
against him. "Fuck, I love you Jay." Then I shoved the envelope in my
pocket. "I'm think I'm gonna start putting your whoring money in a separate
account. It'll be fucking hot to look at the total and know that every
dollar came from another man using your sweet ass to make himself happy.

"And when it gets big enough we can find something special to do with it."
I winked, but what I was really thinking was that I'd have that money if
things eventually fell apart for me with them. "Oh, and speaking of
whoring, I think I've figured out how we're gonna get your dad to load up
your ass even when he knows it's you." I refused to tell Jay any more,
other than that I was gonna use the stuff I took from `the guy who was
using him before' and he should expect another busy night in that motel
room.

That Saturday, we went to the motel together. It was strangely fun to have
his help in setting up the cameras and the mics. He even made a couple of
good suggestions to get some better angles, and he tied the ropes for the
cuffs to the bed himself. Finally he looked around. "That's it. Where's the
hood?"

"No hood this time. I made a special offer to the old customers—told
them that since you had some experience with them you're gonna let them see
your face if they want, but they get to stay anonymous if they want." I
grinned and patted a cardboard box I'd put by the door. "This has masks in
it. You're gonna lay on the bed with just a towel laying over your
face. The guys will come in and put on a mask and then pull the towel off
and do whatever they want with you."

He nodded, eyes wide. "That's simple. And Dad is coming?"

I squeezed his ass hard and kissed him with a leer. "Fuck yeah. And cumming
and cumming. He asked for a double time-slot. Just remember—I'm sure
you'll know him even with the mask on, but you have to act like you don't
know it's him or you might freak him out. You gotta be a whore for your
dad. Just remember how good it felt when he used you before and go with
it."

This time, I'd deliberately scheduled Coach as the last customer because I
wanted Jay to anticipate. Plus I wanted him to already be fucked silly by
the time his dad saw him.

I got to my position in the next room to watch the video feeds and Jay got
on the bed and draped a folded towel over his face. I could see his fists
clenching and unclenching with nerves.

The black guy was first in line. He didn't bother with a mask, and just
marched in and yanked the towel off Jay. The next thing he yanked off was
his own belt. "Bend over the edge of the bed, boy. I'm gonna beat your ass
good." Jay did as he was told, and the guy stepped up onto the bed and
then—still wearing his running shoes—put his left foot on the back of
Jay's neck.

"I got a ticket this week from a punk white cop that looks just like you."
He lashed his belt down across Jay's right ass-cheek, raising a welt. The
crack was like a gun-shot and instantly followed by Jay's sharp cry. "You
fuckers think you're hot shit, but you ain't nuthin'." He lashed his belt
across Jay's left ass- cheek. "You ain't real men at all." Crack. "You all
fuckin' need to have a real man show you your place."  Crack.

When he finished laying red stripes across Jay's worked-out muscle ass, he
jumped down from the bed, dropped his pants, grabbed a fist-full of Jay's
hair to yank his head back, and raped him. Damn, I liked this guy. I'd have
let him abuse Jay for free, but why do that when I could do it for money?

Of course it wasn't technically rape, and Jay just lay there taking it,
yelling and whimpering in pain, but it sure as hell would have been painful
to watch if it was anybody but Jay on the receiving end of it. After the
guy pumped him full of cum and stalked out, Jay just lay there panting and
sweating. It took him a while in the bathroom to recover, but he was back
on the bed with the towel over his face before the next guy came in.

The next four guys were nothing special, but I have to say that Jay did a
great job of making them feel like they were. They all loved being able to
see his face, and he enthusiastically took every one of them and made them
feel great. He was really getting professional at this—I was definitely
going to have to raise his rates, at least for new customers. A couple of
them used masks and a couple didn't. It crossed my mind to wonder what
would happen if Jay's dad didn't wear a mask, but I figured that wasn't
likely since he was still the high school football coach.

Finally the big moment came.

Coach stepped in the door and looked at Jay on the bed with his covered
face. He pulled a mask out of the box, snapped it over his face and walked
to the foot of the bed. "Fuck yeah, I've been looking forward to this."

I saw Jay twitch. He knew it was his dad.

Coach put his hands on Jay's legs and ran them up over his thighs, across
Jay's six-pack and then over his big pecs. "You have a fucking hot body,
bitch. Anybody would think you're a big stud but you're really just a bitch
in heat for cock. I'm gonna give you mine all night, bitch. You're gonna
have my cum so far up your ass you'll be able to taste it when you cough."
Jay murmured and squirmed lightly under his dad's touch.

Coach pulled himself upright and stripped his clothes off. His big dick was
already full and standing up from his swinging, hairy balls. "Let's get rid
of this." He reached up and twitched the towel away from Jay's face and
dropped it on the floor.

He froze. His heavy dick started a slow droop.

Jay saved the day. His eyes lit up. "God damn, it's good to finally see
you. Even with the hood I could tell you were a stud, but fuck this is
better!" He sat up and ran his hands through his dad's thick chest hair and
down across his stomach to cup his big balls. "These look as good as they
felt when they were slapping my ass!" He looked up at his dad's masked face
with an expression of almost worship and then lowered his mouth to start
licking and sucking at that full nut-sack.

Nothing happened for at least twenty seconds. I think Coach was paralyzed
with shock. I'm not sure he was breathing. Then a long deep groan rolled
out of him and his head tipped back. His thick shaft started swelling again
and climbed back up to a full, throbbing stand. In fact, I think it was
harder than before— the head was suddenly swollen and purple and a clear
bead of pre-cum oozed out of his slit and caught the light as it trailed
down.

He slowly lowered his head to look at his jock son lapping and tonguing on
his balls like the happiest girl in the world. I could see just enough of
his eyes through the mask to know they were wide. Slowly, hesitantly, he
reached out and put his hands on the sides of Jay's head, running his
fingers into Jay's hair and pulling his hot mouth firmly against the very
nut-sack that had spit him out into his mom's pussy.

Jay moaned like a bitch, and then it was on. Coach grabbed his stiff,
drooling rod and started smacking it against his son's cheek, smearing
pre-cum all the way back to Jay's ear. Jay broke away from his dad's nuts
and plunged his mouth down on his swollen cock and started sucking like his
life depended on it.

"Oh fucking Jesus," Coach growled. "Oh my god, you're good at that." He
started fucking Jay's face, driving his big pipe further and further back
into his son's throat with each stroke until his hairy balls were bouncing
off of Jay's chin. Jay was practically vibrating with excitement.

Coach fucked Jay's throat for a good ten minutes. Slobber and cock-drool
was pouring out of Jay's mouth and dripping off of his chin. Coach's dick
was a glistening slick of juices. As he fucked Jay's face, Coach's hands
gradually roamed further over his son's gym-built body, squeezing his
shoulders and arms, working down his back and flanks until finally he was
leaning over Jay, reaching all the way to his shapely ass to squeeze his
cheeks.

"I've already fucked you." Coach rumbled it quietly, like he was talking to
himself.

He grabbed Jay's chin and tilted his head up to look at his face. "You want
this in your ass again?"  Coach's huge cock-head was still filling his
son's mouth, but Jay nodded quickly and moaned desperate assent.

He shoved Jay backward, toppling him over onto his back, then grabbed his
legs and hauled him back to the edge of the bed. His eyes raked down his
son's body and then he grabbed Jay's calves and lifted them in the air. He
stared down at Jay's lifted, beautiful ass. "Oh god, that's pretty."

Coach bent his knees and let Jay's legs fall over his shoulders. He held
his fat, slimy head against his son's exposed hole and then paused, looking
up at Jay's face. "I have to have this." He sounded almost apologetic.

Jay was on fire. "Please give it to me! Fuck me! I want it so bad! I've
been wanting it ever since last time!" He bucked his ass up, trying to suck
his dad's cock into it.

"All right then," Coach grinned. He shifted his weight and his hugely
swollen purple head pressed in on his son's ass-ring.

Jay's hole collapsed inward stretched open under the assault, and he
groaned and thrashed his head.  "Oh god yes! Oh god! That's so good! I want
you inside me so bad!"

Coach slid in smoothly, in an easy but relentless plunge. He took his time
but never stopped or let Jay adjust until his whole length was wrapped in
muscle-ass and his big balls were resting softly on those cheeks. Jay threw
his arms around his dad and pulled him into a tight hug, and threw his legs
as far up and apart as he could to get as much cock inside himself as
possible.

If I were actually into men, what came next would have been a spectacular
fuck to watch. Even so, it made my cock ache to watch Coach willingly,
knowingly plow his own son. Once he got started, Coach took him in every
way, and every position. It was obvious that his rock-hard dick was in
charge and Jay had turned into just another fuck-boy in his eyes.

Finally, after a solid 45 minutes, Jay was on his belly with his ass in the
air and Coach was pile-driving him with huge strokes, pulling all the way
out with a wet slurping sound and then plunging back in balls- deep over
and over again. He was spewing a constant stream of growling obscenities
that was matched by Jay's moans, whines and whimpers.

Suddenly Jay's back arched and he clutched at the sheets desperately. "Oh
fuck! I'm gonna cum! You're making me cum!"

"Yeah!" Coach barked at him. "Cum for me bitch! Show me how much you love
this dick!"

Jay spasmed and babbled and bucked his ass up. Coach roared "OH FUCK YES!
That bitch ass is milking my balls!" He flailed his hand on Jay's meaty
cheek, spanking him over and over with ringing smacks and then suddenly he
threw his whole weight onto Jay's back, crushing him to the bed. He whipped
an arm under his fuck-boy's throat and locked him in place with a pin while
his hips shifted into overdrive drilling into that ass. "I'm nutting you
boy! You're fucking taking it all!"

He locked down and his balls squeezed tight. On one camera, I could see
thick cum squeezing out from around the plug of his big dick.

When the shaking and shuddering stopped, they lay there for a long time
without moving. I could see that Jay was glowing, but his dad was unusually
still. I didn't have to see his face through the mask to guess that he was
swimming in guilt now that he'd got his nut. Finally, he peeled himself off
Jay and dropped the towel back over his face. He pulled his clothes on,
dropped the mask back in the box, and walked out without saying a word.

* * *

Of course Jay was on the verge of tears like a little girl after the way
his dad left. I had to praise him and reassure him that OF COURSE his dad
was gonna have to work through some things, but that it would all be
fine. He just needed to trust me to handle it. I already knew what I was
gonna do next.

The next day I sent Coach an email from my regular account. No reason for
secrets now, right? The cat was out of the bag. I just told him that Jay
knew it was him all along, and that I was a friend of Jay's and thought I
could help resolve any issues `from last night.' I promised that I really
just wanted to help and suggested that we meet for drinks after work.

He was already there when I got to Planks—sitting in a corner booth away
from everyone and scowling like he was looking for a fight. I ordered a
drink and slid in across from him with a casual smile. "Hey Coach. I'm
Rick. Don't know if you remember me, but I was on the team at the same time
as Jay."

He frowned at me for a long time. Then, "You're the guy that started
fighting with Jay all the time. I had to kick you off the team."

I laughed and shrugged. "Yeah. We were young and stupid. And it all started
because I caught him with my girlfriend—which is pretty hard to believe
now, am I right?" I winked at him with a grin.

He didn't smile. He looked like he was about to try to ram his beer-bottle
through my head. "What. The fuck. Do you want?" His growl was a long, long
way from the one he used when he was sexed up.

"Whoa, Coach. Whoa." I held up my hands. "Seriously, I really am just here
to help. Listen..." I told him the whole story. Well, the story as Jay knew
it, not the truth—that would have been stupid. Of course he knew his son
was engaged, but my living with them was news and he was blown away when I
told him I was fucking both Jay and his fiancé with his gung-ho
approval.

When I finished, he guzzled his bear and ordered whiskey. And then another
one. When he finally could speak, he wasn't as hostile but he definitely
wasn't happy. "You have a pretty good setup for yourself, don't you?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I do. But so does Jay and Leigh. Don't you get it? All
three of us are happy. We like what we've got goin' on. Hell, we fucking
love it."

"So what do you want from me? My blessing?"

"Hmm... I didn't think about it that way, but I guess, yeah, in a way
that's exactly what I want. But for Jay, not for me."

"You seriously think I'm gonna be OK with what he's doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, Coach. We both know that you were perfectly OK
with what he was doing before you knew it was your son. Now you have to man
up and accept that. He's your son, for Christ's sake, and the way you took
off last night really hurt him. He needs to know that you're still
perfectly OK with what he's doing now that you know it's him." I lowered my
voice a little. "You also need to man up and accept the fact that you loved
it and you really WANT him to keep doing it."

"I don't know if I can do that." He sounded like he was choking. "If it was
anybody but Jay..."

"I have an idea that might help."

He looked at me with a face that you could genuinely call haunted. I could
see the desperation in his eyes. He needed a way out of his little morality
cage and he wanted to know what I was offering.  "What?"

"You're OK with the idea of a sex business, obviously. So—just treat it
like business. Let's say Jay ran a garage. You'd take your car to him
wouldn't you? You know it would bother him if you took it anywhere
else. And you wouldn't expect him to do the work for free, just because
he's your son. At most, you might get a friends-and-family discount.

"Why not treat this the same way? Don't mix your daddy-son feelings with
business. He's selling a service and it's a service you need and it's gonna
hurt him if you take your business somewhere else.  You're not there to be
his dad. You're there to be a customer. Show him how much you love his
service, not how you feel about your son. Save that stuff for birthdays and
Christmas and Super Bowl Sunday."

He was quiet for a long time, but gradually his face lightened while he sat
there. "You really think I should pay my son to fuck him?"

"It's a business transaction. Money is a wall, man. I don't want that wall
between me and Jay, but you NEED that wall for this to work."

He actually started to crack a relieved smile. "I think... I think I can do
that."

He'd already fucked his son three times. I'm sure he could still feel Jay's
hot chute gripping his dick. He was probably getting stiff in his pants
already. Time to strike. I smiled. "It's really not hard, is it? Now
listen. We can't wait another week or two to straighten this out. Jay is
gonna have a breakdown if this drags out that long."

"What should I do?"

"You need to meet him at the motel as soon as possible. Tonight, even. Play
it this way..." While I told him what needed to go down, I saw him reach
down once to adjust his crotch. "AND THEN... tomorrow you send him another
email to invite him to dinner with you and his mom, and you show him how
things can still be perfectly normal with you as his dad and him as your
son."

* * *

I called Jay when I left the bar and told him he had a special request from
a customer and we were going back to the motel that night. He was still
pretty down and tried to beg off but I was firm and told him to put all
that bullshit about his dad behind him and let it work itself out. "Plus,
this one is important to me... do it for me." Of course he'd do anything
for me, so he gave in and agreed.

We got to the motel and Jay immediately noticed the differences: We only
rented one room. No cameras and mics. No hoods or masks. The only thing
left over from his other whoring nights was the ropes with the Velcro
cuffs.

I relaxed in the chair in the room and watched him pacing around nervously
in his jockstrap. "What does this guy want, anyway? What's the special
request?"

I shrugged and grinned. "You'll have to wait and see. He's paying double
the normal rate, so you know he wants it bad."

"But what if it's something freaky?" I could see he was starting to make
himself genuinely afraid.

"Come here, you." I pulled him down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around
him. That shit makes him melt every time. I kissed his neck and nuzzled his
ear. "Would I let anything bad happen to my woman?"

He clung to me and shook his head. "No. I know you wouldn't."

"Whatever this guy wants, he wants it bad and you're the one he wants it
from. And you're so god-damn good at giving men what they want, that I know
you'll make him happy. And on top of that, I'll be here the whole time."

He looked at me startled. "You'll be here? I figured you'd step out or
something."

"Nope. He said he didn't care and I didn't want to miss this. And before
you start worrying, don't forget I've already seen you whoring yourself
out. I've watched all the videos and they make me hot as fuck."  Which was
true, even if it wasn't for the reasons I'd told Jay.

I pulled his face to mine and started a long, thorough make-out session,
kissing him deep and tweaking his nipples to make him flush and moan.

"Oh god, Rick—" A heavy knock landed on the door.

"Come on in!" I yelled.

Coach pushed the door open and looked at Jay sitting on my lap with his
arms around me.

Jay jumped off my lap and turned pale. "Dad!"

I grabbed him and pulled him back down onto my lap and put my arms around
him. "No. He's not your dad tonight. He's a customer. He's the customer
that liked your service so much that he paid for double the time and now he
wants it again so bad that he can't wait another night."

Jay's dad pulled out his wallet, dropped two hundred-dollar bills on the
nightstand and spoke in his in- charge `coach' voice. "You're the finest
piece of ass to ever milk my dick, boy, but I'm not paying good money to
watch you sit on somebody else's lap. Get the fuck over here and take my
clothes off."

Jay hesitated.

"Now, boy."

He got up slowly and crossed to his dad. His hands were trembling as he
plucked at the bottom of his dad's shirt, but he got a grip on it and
pulled it over Coach's head, exposing his big hairy chest without ever
meeting his eyes. He started to fumble with his dad's belt-buckle.

Coach grabbed him, pinned his arms with a fierce hug, shoved his face into
Jay's neck and started biting and sucking while he growled. Jay stiffened
for one second and then his head tilted back with a groan.  Coach worked
his mouth up across Jay's jawline and then plunged his tongue into Jay's
mouth. Finally he took a breath. "God damn, you're a hot fuck-toy. My dick
is the only one you get tonight. Your boyfriend over there sold you to me
and I'm not letting you go. I'm gonna pump so much cum into your fine ass
that it'll feel like a waterbed when you sit on it."

That's all it took. Jay set some kind of record getting his dad's shoes and
pants off.

Coach took it to another level that night. Part of it was for Jay's
benefit—to show him approval—but I think a bigger part of it was that
coach just felt freer to do what he wanted to do. He raped Jay's throat and
made him literally choke on his cock. He cuffed Jay's hands and ankles to
the bed with his legs splayed wide and turned his balls into toys that he
slapped back and forth (damn hard!) over and over.

The first load he fucked out of Jay made Coach cum at the same time. He
roared and bit at Jay's neck and shoulders, leaving huge hickies while
Jay's hot chute contracted and milked out his load. After he wrapped Jay in
his arms and rested for a while, Coach got on his back. He crossed his arms
behind his head and just enjoyed the site of his son bouncing up and down
on his heavy cock, fucking his own ass onto it.

It was a long night, and I never left that chair. Jay came two more times
and Coach came with him the last time. When they finally stopped, both of
them could barely move. They were matted with sweat and looked totally
fucked.

They were sitting on the edge of the bed looking dazed when I finally
spoke. "So, Coach. What do you think of the product?"

It took him a second to speak. He squeezed Jay's thigh. "I've never had
anyone like this guy. He's fucking amazing."

"So you're gonna want him again?"

"Oh, god yes. Fuck yes." Coach wasn't looking, but I could see that Jay's
eyes were bright beside him.  Coach finally got his breath. "Hell, is he
available for groups?"

Jay's eyebrows shot up and even I was caught by surprise for a
second. "Sure. Of course. What kind of groups?"

Coach shrugged. "I know lots of people. Sometimes maybe just a group of
guys my age that like to share a tight young piece. Sometimes we've got
VIPs from the colleges to entertain. Sometimes the colleges have some of
their players that they want to reward on the side."

"Aren't most of those guys into ladies?"

"Yeah, but some of `em like men and they need to keep it quiet. And this
one—" he thumbed at his son "—he's something special `cause he can't
get hard. There's plenty of guys who normally only do women, but they'd
totally get off on taking a buff stud with a floppy, useless dick. It'll
make `em feel even cockier than they already do."

A twisted idea wormed into my head. I held out my arms. "Come here, Jay."

He came over and sat on my lap I wrapped my arms around him. His dad's cum
seeped out of his ass onto my pants. It was gross, but of course I didn't
let myself react. I scooped it up with my finger and slid it into Jay's
mouth. "Jay is special to me, Coach. He's my woman. It makes me hot to know
he's in this business, and I want him to do it because I know it's good for
him, but I think if the two of us are gonna keep getting closer—" I
kissed his shoulder "—it would be a good idea for me to step back from
the business."

Coach frowned and Jay looked at me curiously.

"So," I went on, "I'll let you take over as his manager. You're the one man
I can trust to care about him as a person and take care of him right, and
still treat it like a business. You know how to use him and respect him and
love what he does all at the same time."

Coach looked like I'd punched him in the head and Jay's jaw was hanging
open. I scooped up another glob of cum that had dripped out of his ass and
put it in his mouth as I went on. "You can set him up with all the guys you
know. You can set his rates and all. The only things I ask are that the
money goes into the account that we set up for him and that you—" I
kissed Jay's shoulder again "—always come home and tell me everything."

* * *

That was the beginning of the new normal for our lives, when all of my
scheming paid off, but not always in the ways I expected. Over time, almost
all of the stories I had spun to get everyone where I wanted them either
fell apart or came true so that they weren't just stories anymore.

In spite of the way he talked, it took a several more sessions of Coach
fucking Jay (and paying two- hundred bucks for the privilege each time)
before he completely adjusted to thinking of it as a business.  I kept
working on him, telling him how it would help my relationship with Jay to
have someone else manage that business and finally he agreed to take it
on. I had not only turned Jay into a whore and gotten his own dad to fuck
him (constantly... the man turned out to be as much of a horn dog as me),
I'd even gotten his dad to become his pimp.

It turns out that Coach takes business seriously. He set up "father/son
time" with Jay in Columbus every single weekend, raised his normal rates to
$350 an hour (for everyone except himself) and started setting up private
parties around major college games where VIPs paid a lot more. The account
ballooned and I heard endless stories from Jay about the football players,
scouts, coaches and even a college president or two who fucked him and
wanted him over and over.

Of course, I constantly praised him and told him how amazing he was and how
hot it made me for him to do that. In reality, the only story that really
got me hot was that one of Jay's college rivals (who had gone on to be an
assistant coach at another college) showed up at one of those parties and
was blown away that Jay was the whore. He promptly bought Jay for the whole
following weekend and spent the entire time raping him over and over. He
still does that a couple of times a year.

Leigh never found out about Jay's sex business. We all kept it "just
between us men." Any time Jay had hickies or marks he couldn't hide, I
grinned and confessed to getting rough with him and she loved it.

The story about me being Jay's present for Leigh... became obsolete, I
guess you'd say. After I'd been fucking her long enough, the rationale for
why it had started just didn't matter anymore. I started spending more
nights in her bed and Jay spent more nights alone in my room. They loved
each other, but not in the way a real woman and real man love each
other. When she got pregnant with my baby, Jay married her as planned,
because we all knew that I'm not the marrying kind and plus it would be a
good idea to keep up public appearances. On their wedding night, I took
Leigh to their marital bed and made love to her all night while Jay was in
another room.

Jay wasn't alone that night—he got his own wedding present from his
dad. They'd become so comfortable fucking that the "it's just business"
story wasn't as necessary as it used to be. That was the first night that
Jay's dad fucked him without paying him—he made love to him and called
him his son while he took him, telling him how proud he was of him. After
that, he went back to paying for the most part (I think because treating
Jay like a whore was just plain fun for him), but on special occasions he
would make love to his son instead of fucking the whore.

The last story to fall apart was the one about Jay being my woman. I'm not
attracted to men, and I never will be, but something did grow between me
and Jay. I got comfortable fucking him to manipulate him, and then as Leigh
got more pregnant I started fucking him more often for ready relief (I was
used to getting my nuts off every day, sometimes twice, so doing without
wasn't an option). Leigh even encouraged it, for lots of reasons: It turned
her on, she wasn't up to it herself, she knew I needed it, she had figured
out how much Jay loved me and she wanted him to be happy, and—I
think—she wanted to build the bond between the two men in her life.

It was in the later part of Leigh's pregnancy that the realization hit me
like a brick. I was on my way to the other bedroom—his bedroom
now—for the umpteenth evening in a row to get my relief before crawling
back into bed with Leigh and I found myself standing in the hall, staring
at nothing. I'd realized that I didn't actually want to crawl back into bed
with Leigh on that particular night. I wanted to stay with Jay.

If you've been following my story, you know what I mean. I didn't just want
relief. I didn't just need to get off. I didn't just want his hole. I
wanted his enthusiasm, and the way he looked at me, and his presence. I
wanted my woman. I wanted JAY.

I pushed the door to his bedroom open and stood there looking at him. He
smiled expectantly and stretched back on his bed. He was already naked
except for the jockstrap he always wore. I'd never seen him without it.

I shook my head and pointed to the jockstrap. "You don't have anything to
hide from me. I want all of you. Take that off."

His eyes were wet with tears when I finished making love to him. I'd
finally put him in his place.