Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 14:47:33 -0800 (PST)
From: tyler thane <tylerthane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure Palace II

Pleasure Palace II


(Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and only
fiction and along with it goes all that legal mumbo
jumbo.
Also, this installment starts slowly but "heats up"
soon enough)
Chapter 3

The next morning, my son Jack and I were just about to
sit down and have our morning coffee when Jackie,
dressed as Jack joined us. He had packed away Jackie
and was going home. He wanted to thank both of us for
the best day of his life and was looking forward to
another family outing. With that, he kissed Jack on
the cheek and came towards me. After the last time, I
just turned kiss my cheek to him but instead, he
kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue down my
throat.  Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "Love you,
Daddy" and then he was out the door.

As we drank our coffee, I told Jack of my plans for
the store and that I would need his powers to
implement them. I told him of my experiences in other
porn stores; that they were dark, dirty and always
smelled like cum.
I wanted our store to be different. It was a place
where people would feel comfortable and not have to
slink around, pretending that they didn't see what
others were doing and that interaction with other
patrons was to be promoted. I wanted him to somehow
change peoples' attitudes and behavior as soon as they
walked in the door. I went on to say anyone who didn't
have the slightest inclination toward the gay
lifestyle should be made to feel uncomfortable as soon
as they entered and feel the need to leave the store
immediately. In essence, I didn't want straight people
coming into the store but at the same time, I wanted
the "possibly gay" people to join us.

I could tell he was intrigued and told me he would
think about a solution. Then he mentioned that I was
getting a belly and should start working out. The
thought of joining a health club immediately popped
into my mind and I knew that he had put it there.
Later that day, I joined the local health club.

Chapter 4

It had take 6 weeks to remodel the store but we almost
ready to open. During that time I spent all my time,
either working out and getting the store ready, Jack
and I had little time for each other. I had lost the
belly and my muscles now rippled

. It was time for Jack to do his thing. He had come up
with a solution and today was the day. I dropped him
off at the store and was told to come back in two
hours. When I returned as soon as I crossed the
threshold, I felt all different. All the tension in my
body fell away and I felt very relaxed. I knew
immediately that he had done it! I asked him how but
he wouldn't say except that he needed to repeat the
process every week. We had decided that we needed do a
test. Jack knew two perfect subjects, two football
players that he had befriended. They were always
picking on the weak kids. He expected both of them to
bolt. Jack called them and said that I was giving away
free samples and each had been chosen. It was agreed
to meet at the store the next day.

At the appointed time, I met the boys at the store. I
unlocked the door and entered, turning on the lights.
The two boys started to enter but one of them
immediately stopped upon crossing the threshold. He
made some excuse that he had to be somewhere and left.
I just looked at Jack and just smiled. Jack's
expression was one of shock. He had expected both boys
to bolt. I introduced myself to the remaining teen who
said his name was Billy. He was about 6' tall, with
broad shoulders and a body built for football. I asked
him what position he played and he replied, "tight
end". Both Jack and I laughed. Billy asked what was so
funny and we just told him it was a private joke. I
told him to walk around the store and pick any items
he wanted. As he wandered around, Jack told me that he
stunned and that he wanted to get Billy into our play
room.

Meanwhile, Billy had picked a few magazines and came
to thank me. He mentioned that the majority of the
magazines and videos were geared toward gays. (He had
picked a few girly magazines, from the small
area, I had set up for appearances sake.) I just
shrugged my shoulders and said it was leftover from
the previous owner. He seemed to accept the
explanation. But what he said next, floored me. He
mentioned that even though he dated girls, his best
orgasms where masturbating to the fantasy of fucking
his dad. He went on, that in his fantasy he bound his
father to the bed and fucked him for hours. Jack just
looked at me and grinned. I knew what he was thinking.
He wanted to watch his father get fucked by this
muscle bound teen. The idea excited me and made hard.
We talked a little more and offered to help play out
the fantasy. After a little more talking and a "nudge"
from Jack, he agreed.

As we moved the playroom in the back of the store, we
set up some ground rules. I would play the part of his
dad. There would be no physical violence, but spanking
was ok and that at anytime I wanted to stop, I was to
say "football". Jack would help with the binding but
that was all.

Entering the playroom and Jack hit a button on the
wall. A 4 ft horizontal bar with padded cuffs attached
to it, ascended from the ceiling. Billy looked at me
and said "Strip to your underwear" which I did without
hesitation.
By now the bar was just above my head. Each of the
boys took one arm and fastened my wrists securely.
Jack raised the bar high enough so that my heels were
slightly lifted of the floor. Billy and Jack huddle
together whispering while I just hung there.

Then Billy attacked. He kissed me forcefully, forcing
his tongue into my mouth as his hands grabbing and
kneading my asscheeks. My cock sprang to life, making
a tent in my shorts. Breaking the kiss, Billy moved
behind me and ripped my shorts off my body and thrust
a meaty finger up my ass. I let out a grunt and move
my legs to better accommodate the intruder.  "I've
been waiting a long time to get even with you dad. I'm
going to enjoy this" ramming his finger as far up me
as he could. My cock got rock hard, my hips bucked and
l started leak precum. He added another finger to my
ass and fingerfucked me violently. It felt so good to
be full again. My mind replayed images that Jack
fucking me and my hips bucked even harder against his
fingers. I was panting like the bitch in heat that I
was. Then he found my nipples. He twisted and tweaked
them shooting pain and pleasure thru my body. I came.
The gooey fluid shot out of my cock landing far across
the room. Billy just laughed and fingerfucked me even
harder." So you like that, Daddy bitch" At those
words, my cock, instead of deflating got even harder.
Billy had added a third meaty finger and continued
abusing my nipples. He was talking but I didn't hear
him. My mind was focused on the intruders in my ass. I
felt like a large pipe had been shoved up my ass and I
wanted more! My hips thrust back trying to capture
more of the intruders. When he added a fourth finger,
I bucked back against his fingers even harder. I was
delirious. Somewhere along the way Billy had added is
thumb, so that his whole hand was inside me. He had
stopped his fingerfucking and let me fuck myself on
his fist. My hips were like pistons pumping back and
forth to a rhythm of their own. In the background, I
heard a voice say. "Jesus, Jack, my whole hand is up
your dad's ass."  With that I came again my asscheeks
clenching, my cock, spewing the remnants of body
fluids onto the floor in front of me. I was drained.
My knees buckled and if I had had my wrists secured I
would have fallen into heap.

When Billy pulled his hand from my ass, I groaned. I
felt empty. "How was that Dad". I weakly smiled and
said. "I gotta piss." He moved out of my line of
sight, returning with a container which he placed at
my feet. Taking hold of my now limp dick, he said
"let'er fly." I was humiliated that someone else
needed to aim my cock to piss but I had to go. So I
did. Jack aimed my cock at the container and I let go
of my bladder. Jack's aim was good and I hit the
container. As I pissed, Jack stoked my cock, making me
occasionally miss the bucket. When I was done, he
shook my dick a few times and let go. Jack went to
talk with Billy letting me hang there. My knees were
still weak putting pressure on my bound wrists. I
thought about the fisting that had just occurred,
replaying the scene over in my mind. I couldn't
believe. I had let a teen age boy force his whole hand
up my ass and let me fuck myself on it.  And that I
loved it. My hips involuntary bucked and my dick
stirred.

The images were interrupted when I saw Jack and Billy
pushing a padded table towards me. I had thought we
were done but they had other ideas. The table had
various straps along the edges. They lifted me onto it
but didn't release my arms. It felt good to relieve
the pressure on my wrists. Billy, still playing the
role, "Dad, I want you to know that I take no pleasure
in what I'm about to do but I must." He had removed
his shirt exposing his broad shoulders and chest. His
muscles rippled as he unzipped his pants, he wasn't
wearing any underwear. His cock was monstrous.  It was
 not as long as Jacks but it was thicker. I didn't
think I come close to getting my fingers around it. I
now understood why I had been fisted. If I hadn't been
loosened up he would have ripped me apart. Staring at
his boy cock, I got hot all over again; my asshole
spasmed in anticipation.
I felt the pressure on my arms lessen. Jack had
lowered the bar and was releasing my wrist from their
bonds.
"Lie back," he whispered. I felt the pad against my
back, but there was no support for my head. I felt the
table being moved and my legs lifted. They were
cuffing my ankles to the bar. The bar was raised so
that my legs were stretched up straight. When they
were done, they moved to the sides of the table and
secured my arms with straps. They secured straps
across my chest waist and arms. I let my head fall
back and just waited. I wondered what I looked like. I
imaged something out of a horror film; my upper body
strapped to the table, my raised legs spread in a "V"
being held in place by cuffs.

I felt, rather than heard Billy step between my legs.
I tensed as the head of his dick touched my hole. He
was unsure of how to continue. With a little
encouragement from Jack, he forced himself into me. I
groaned; it felt like a baseball bat had been shoved
up my ass. I felt completely full. Any strength and
willpower had left me so I just lay there and let him
ram his cock in and out of me. There was, however,
enough strength in my cock to come to life. All of a
sudden, Billy tensed and I could tell that he was
going to cum.

"NO, DON'T CUM YET, KEEP FUCKING ME, DAMMIT, I JUST
GETTING STARTED", I cried, but it too late. Billy
thrust one more time coating my bowels with his boy
seed. "NO, DAMMIT, TO SOON, TOO SOON," I wailed.

He pulled out of me, mumbling over and over again,
"I'm sorry" I heard Jack console him, then the
rustling of clothes "Dad, I'm just going to let Billy
out and be right back" The playroom door open and
close. I just lay there, frustrated. I wanted to be
fucked, I needed to be fucked. Angry, I struggled
against my bonds, trying to free myself but I was held
tight.

I heard the door open and then "Dad, Billy's sorry and
wants you to punish him," momentarily pausing, "next
time," emphasizing the words next time. I heard the
rustling of clothes. My dick sprang to life, my Jack
was going to fuck me. My cock started leaking again.

Jack's voice got near, "I never would have thought
Billy was gay, and his cock, it was huge. Just looking
at it got me hard."  Unprepared, Jack entered me. My
cock shot its third wad of the day, covering my chest
with my seed. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and
fucked me in easy strokes. He was talking but I wasn't
listening.  I was in my own world. I was his fuck
bitch and loved every inch of him. There was no better
feeling than his strong hard cock in me, fucking me,
making me his bitch. I would always be his bitch and
nothing in the world could or would match the feeling.
His fucking picked up speed and when he was as deep in
me as possible, he would flick his hips, forcing every
bit of himself into me. I loved it. I tried to raise
my hips to meet his fucking but I was held firmly in
place by my restraints.

"OH JACK", I moaned. "FUCK ME; FUCK YOUR HOT LITTLE
BITCH. FILL ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK!  I kept talking,
spurring him on. It worked. He was ramming me with all
his might. My head rolled from side to side. "THAT'S
IT, JACK, HARDER, DEEPER, RAM MY FUCKHOLE, FILL YOUR
BITCH'S BELLY. I was out of my mind with lust. My mind
was building to a meltdown. "THAT'S IT, JACK. FUCK
YOUR DADDY, FUCK YOUR BITCH. IT FEELS SO GOOD. That
pushed him over the edge. I felt his cock
thicken slightly and spit his boy cum into me. I felt
it coat my innards and I orgasmed for the fourth time.
A warm glow flowed over me. Like all the other times
he shot his spunk into me, I truly felt I was his
bitch, his fucktoy. All he had to do was ask and I
would spread my legs anytime, anywhere. He had pulled
out of me, and moved away, making me groan. I felt so
limp that I couldn't move. Jack had returned and was
tenderly wiping up the cum spilling out of my hole.
Before freeing me from my bonds, he wiped my chest and
kissed me. He helped me get dressed and we headed home

The store was ready for business!

As always comments/suggestions appreciated
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