Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 10:46:22 -0800 (PST)
From: J Miller <mummyscurse@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Construction Dad part 5

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest,
and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this
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you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. If you
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My Construction Dad Part 5

Tyson's Dad

	"Hey, Vince. What's up with you, man?" Tiny asks. "You been in a
hell of a mood for the past coupla days. The Pussyboy ain't givin' you
trouble is he? Shit, you know what to do if he does. Slap the bitch around
and teach him who's boss. Sometimes a punishment fuck is all it takes and
it's a hell of a lot of fun. Hell, that boy ain't happy unless his pussy is
sufferin' around a cock. Cheer you both right up."

	I look up at Tiny, his sledgehammer fists resting on a pile of
invoices I'm supposed to have signed hours ago and sigh. His big black moon
face is hovering over me with a big grin, his arms like columns coming down
to support his upper body. It's a wonder my damn desk don't collapse onto
the floor with the weight. But when a man's right, he's right. I've had a
bug up my ass about something for the last couple of days and I don't even
know what the hell it is. I been making mistakes, snapping at people over
little shit and I don't know why. Tiny ain't exactly the most sensitive guy
in the world, so if he's noticed, everybody has.

Something to do with that business the other night with Stone and Sons
Plumbing, but I don't know what.  I had a great time watching Dan Stone and
his boys work the pussyboy over. And the look on the little bitch's face
when I started pissin' in his ass, and after that when his guts were full
and he was squirming around, about to lose it on the floor. His dick still
hard as rock, of course. That don't change. Hell, when I snapped those
clothespins on his titties with my dick up his ass, I thought he was gonna
levitate off the fucking bed, yellin', "Oh God Daddy, fuck my ass! Fuck it
hard" My house is on a big lot but yellin' like that might still be heard
next door. Good thing I had a jock-strap right there to cram in the bitch's
mouth to quiet him down. I worked on that jock for a week, workin' out in
it, wipin' the sweat out of my ass with it, wearin' it to work, even
pissin' on it the day before and lettin' it dry so it'd be nice and ripe
for his mouth. Damn, by the time I got through with his ass he'd sucked
that jock clean as new, ready for the fucking Good Housekeeping Seal of
Approval. I gotta check his room though, 'cause now a bunch of my dirty
underwear has gone missing and I'm running out of clean pairs.

"I don't know what my problem is, Tiny. It ain't the kid. Hell, you know
him. He can take a dickin' and keeps on lickin'."

	We both get a good laugh out of that one, but it's the damn
truth. We must both must have the same picture in our minds though, Ty with
a cock up his ass and suckin' on another one like a damn vacuum cleaner,
cause I feel my cock jump and I can see Tiny's plump through his
pants. It's not like I'm lookin' or anything, but when somethin' that big
moves, you see it.

	Tiny joins in on the joke, "Yeah, that boy can take a beatin' and
keep on eatin'!"  His face straightens up. "I know what'll made you feel
better," he says. "Let's get cleaned up, go by your place and take the
bitch for a ride. I got some presents for him anyway."

	I don't even wanna know what kind of presents Tiny's got for the
pussyboy. Hell, maybe it's a bag of dirty underwear. The faggot can start
takin' in wash.

	"You wanna come over and double-team the little fuck?" I ask.

	Tiny laughs. "Man, I ain't NEVER gonna turn that down, but that
ain't what I'm talkin' about. Naw. I'm talkin' bout a real live road
trip. Place out by the airport I know about. C'mon. Let's grab a shower and
pick the bitch up. Get you outta this damn FUNK you been in."

	Only places out by the airport I know about are titty-bars and
takin' the faggot to one of those would be like taking a deaf and blind man
to the movies. I decide to let Tiny have his head, though. He's a good man
and he's got good ideas, especially when it comes to new ways to play with
the pussyboy.

	"Alright, man. You win. Hell, when I tell him you're coming by, the
bitch'll meet us at door with his tongue hangin' out. Fuck, we could skip
the shower and let him do the job!"

	"Nah! We goin' OUT, man, and Pussyboy gonna need his energy!"

	I put in a shower room at the construction yard last year so we're
both cleaned up and in jeans and casual shirts when Tiny and I pull in my
driveway. We've been making jokes the whole way about the boy and what a
cockwhore he is, comin' up with new things we oughta try. I gotta admit,
Tiny's got some ideas that put some lead in my pencil. I'm about ready to
blow off the road trip and settle down to some ass fuckin', but maybe I do
need to get out of the house for a while. I still don't have an idea what
Tiny's got up his sleeve, but I bet it's good.

	Sure enough the kid is waitin' for us in the foyer, bouncin' around
like it's fuckin' Christmas. He's dressed in skimpy nylon running shorts
and a hard-on, no shirt in sight, his tight gymnast's pecs topped by big
nipples like a girl's. The faggot musta been twistin' and pullin' on em,
lookin' forward to gettin' dicked, because they're red as berries. Tiny's
carryin' a wadded up paper bag in his hand and steps ahead of me. Hell,
It's his plan and I like to watch him take control of the boy, like head
coach at Cocksucker Camp.

	Tiny's voice gets hard and he booms out, "Bitch, you ain't dressed
to go out!  Take that raggedy shit off and put on some real clothes. I
brought you some that oughta fit you real nice."

	Tyson takes the bag out of Tiny's big mitt and withdraws a handful
of cloth, frowning at it. He shakes them out and it's a pair of tiny, light
blue terrycloth shorts and a white tank top cut from a T-shirt. He looks at
them and frowns, about to balk.

	I wonder if this, a set of clothes he don't like, is gonna be the
thing that finally gets him to stand up and say, "No more." If he's like
his mama it will be. That bitch wouldn't wear socks that didn't have a name
on them and cost out the ass. He's been dicked more than a whore right
before rent's due, but maybe a handful of cloth will be his breaking
point. But no, the boy shrugs and drops his shorts and jockstrap and pulls
the shorts on, twisting and pulling to get them over his muscular
thighs. Sometimes I forget he even has a cock since the boy wears jocks all
the time, but even I can see that it's a decent size. He knows better than
to touch it when he's got me to please but the faggot just don't seem to
have much use for it anyway, liking instead to get his pleasure from the
joy buttons in his ass and throat. When the shorts are finally on, they
pull up though the cleft of his ass, making his butt cheeks stand out like
hard melons, the soft cloth makin' you want to run your hands all over
them.

	"Now that's what I like to see," Tiny says, cupping a buttock in
one of his rough hands. "Now the shirt, cocksucker."

	Ty drops the shirt over his head, barely enough cloth to cover
him. The shoulder straps have been cut down to strips that curl into thin
strands and drop down below his pecs, putting his big nipples on
display. He looks obscene. A fuckin' hooker wouldn't wear this outfit, it's
so obvious.

	"Now let's take a look," Tiny says. "Oop. We need to get you
cleaned up a little, bitch. Make you look presentable."

	Tiny pulls my son against him, at 6 feet 8 inches towering over the
boy by a couple inches more than a foot. With one hand on Ty's ass he
reaches to the boys pecs with his other. He grabs hold of the dark hairs
that've grown around the nipples and pulls them out, one by one. With each
plucked hair Ty gasps and his ass trembles and jumps, riding the hand in
the cleft. He kisses Tiny's arm, slobbering in pleasure as each hair is
pulled. Groaning, he humps the air, his prick stone hard in the
shorts. Tiny raises his hand and slaps his ass hard. Ty raises his head and
moans, "Oh God, Tiny. Fuck my ass with your big cock." He whispers, loud
enough for me to hear, "Make it hurt!"

	Tiny laughs and puts him off. "Might get around to it before the
night is through, bitch, but we got other plans for you right now."

	Suddenly it hits me what's been bothering me all along. There is
something in that boy that wants you to hurt him, some part of my son that
begs a man to grind him under his heel. Some part of him, hard as a diamond
that can't be broken, keeps asking you to try. Sometimes when I'm fucking
his ass, I'll hold back a little only to find the little faggot looking at
me calmly, like a damn cat, his eyes saying, "Go ahead. You know you want
to," as clearly as if he was saying it aloud. Even as a kid he could take a
spanking without tears and then look at you belligerently, like "That all
you got, big man?" Sometimes I've really let loose on his ass, fucking it
as hard as I can, deliberately making it hurt. That is when Ty yells the
most, but what he yells is, "Oh yeah, Daddy.  Just like that." He feeds on
it.

	The other night when the Stones were here, I thought I might have
to break in and stop that asshole middle son, Dave, before he really hurt
the kid. Macho Marine Dave was into it big time, holding a belt and
whipping the boy with a free hand, over and over.  I looked over the top of
the camera and there was something in Dave's eyes snarling at the pussyboy
like a rabid dog, wanting to savage him. I opened my mouth to stop it, but
saw the look in Ty's eyes, howling right back up at Dave Stone, daring him
to go further.  Right then Dave landed a solid hit right on Ty's hole with
the tip of the belt and the kid started shaking and came all over himself,
inside his jock. I forgot about what I saw, watching that. Later the bitch
begged me to fuck him, even after all the abuse he had taken from the
Stones, and I did, hard. For the first time I kept Ty in bed with me all
night, holding him. I woke up in the middle of the night, my cock buried in
the boy's throat, the faggot thrusting down over and over on my meat,
fucking his own throat hard under his own steam. After I shot in his
throat, he fell asleep with my cock in his mouth.  When I woke up, he was
still there, awake, waiting for my morning piss. Ty doesn't want my
protection, but Tiny's words from that first night keep ringing in my
ears. "There ain't no 'too far' for him," and it worries me a little. I
don't even know if Ty himself knows that it's there, or how deep that
hunger is.

	I shake myself out of it. Tiny and the boy are hootin' and
hollerin', playin' grab- ass together. Well, Tiny's playing grab-ass and
the faggot is playin' grab-cock, his mouth hangin' open like it's dinner
time and he's starved. He's bouncing around, asking "Where we going? Who's
gonna be there?" His tight ass rubs against both of us in excitement,
humping our legs and crotches.

	I get into the truck and as soon as the passenger door opens, Ty
jumps into the middle of the bench seat, till Tiny barks at him, "Bitch,
get your fuckin' ass into the foot well. I'm gonna give you somethin' to
shut you up till we get there." The faggot climbs between Tiny's legs
excitedly. He's tuggin' at Tiny's zipper before the truck is even out of
the driveway.

	The stop signs and turns keep my mind off of the two of them, but
soon we hit the highway and I have a chance to look over. Ty is posting
himself back and forth on Tiny's big black log. Seen from the side like
this, it's like watching a snake swallow a bigger animal. I can actually
see his throat bulge as the cock pushes into it, the curved ridge of the
cockhead visible as it goes down Ty's gullet. Tiny reaches down to ruffle
his hair but the boy's hands snap up and grab them. He places them on
either side of his head, the message clear, "You drive for a while." Soon
Tiny is pumping the kid's head down fast and mean, fucking his throat
hard. Soon the faggot's squealing and moaning around Tiny's meat, getting
ready to blow. Tiny shoves him off just in time.

	"Don't you fucking cum, bitch!" Tiny yells. "I want you beggin' for
cock. Now sit your bitch ass on the floor and calm down"

	He settles on the floor but keeps staring at the cock pointin'
toward his face, cravin' it. The cunt leans forward to lick it but Tiny
slaps his face hard. Barely fazed, he kisses the hand till Tiny pops two
fingers in for him to nurse on. He sucks at them contentedly with his eyes
closed, his breathing settling a bit.

	I see an 18-wheeler up ahead with silhouettes of a nude woman on
the back flaps and decide to show off a little, show Tiny my new game. I
speed up till I catch up to the cab and then match their speed. I look up
real quick to make sure the driver is a guy. It is, some redneck in a Mack
Truck gimme cap. I use the motor on the seat to slide it back some, so the
pussyboy's got some room to work between the steering wheel and my
crotch. I unzip and pull out my cock. At the sound of a zipper the bitch's
eyes pop open.

	"Hey slut, you thirsty?" I ask. "I gotta go."

	Ty jumps up from the floor, his small, muscular body layin' across
Tiny's legs with his head in my lap. I honk my horn to get the trucker's
attention.

	The guy looks down into the pickup and I let go with my piss. Ty
catches it in the face first, but moves his head so the flow hits his
mouth, keeping his head pulled back because he knows his Daddy is putting
on a show. I look up and another head has joined the driver's, a younger
man. They're both yelling at what they see, cheering. Ty closes his mouth
for a second to swallow and piss runs off his chin.

	"Goddamnit!" I yell. "You got piss on my fucking pants, bitch."

	Ty turns his head over so I can aim at his mouth and fill it before
he has to swallow again.

	Tiny says, "Bitch is getting' slack in his manners. Need to teach
him a fuckin' lesson."

	He starts spanking the faggot's ass over and over, as hard as he
can in the limited room of the cab. The truckers next to us start to clap
and pump their fists at the show. Ty is humping the seat, groaning deep in
his throat, the sound muted by the piss in his mouth. Bubbles drift up
through the collected brew from his moans.

	"Better be careful," I warn Tiny, "or you're gonna make him shoot."

	Tiny stops the blows and my stream slackens. Ty gulps down what's
in his mouth then covers his Dad's cock to catch the last of it. When I'm
done, he sucks out what's left, but then keeps sucking. That's against the
rules and he knows it. That might cause a wreck.

	I grab him by the hair and pull him off, then shove him toward
Tiny. "Calm him the fuck down, willya?" I tuck my cock back in and zip up.

	Tiny pushes the faggot back down into the foot well and starts
force-feeding him cock again. The truckers are still at their window,
watching with big eyes as Tiny's horse cock disappears down the bitch's
throat. The little fucker is gettin' close to shootin' again so Tiny pushes
him off but keeps jerkin' his log, the kid's eyes crossed to look at the
tip.  It ain't long till Tiny's huffin' and puffin', ready to blow. The
mouth hovering in front of his cock opens wide, but Tiny snaps it closed
with the hand he's not jackin' with.

	"On your face, bitch. On your fuckin' face." Tiny blows a big load
all over the kid's face, the forehead, the cheeks, the nose, the chin, even
a little in the hair where it hangs in drops. "Now leave it," Tiny says. "I
want it to show. Don't worry, faggot, you'll get plenty in your mouth in a
little bit." He does use his thumbs to clear the cum off the bitch's
eyelids so he can see.

	He turns to me. "Next exit, Boss."

	I speed up to pass the truck and in about a mile I take the
exit. In the rearview mirror I can see the 18-wheeler take the same exit
and follow us. The strip alongside the highway is full of shit businesses,
Pay-day Loan places, used car lots, hot-sheet motels and lots of
titty-bars. I don't have any idea where we're going. A passenger jet
rumbles overhead, takin' off from the airport.

	"See that big yellow sign up ahead?" Tiny points. "Turn in there."

	As we get closer I can see that the sign reads, "The Toy Boxxx:
Videos, Magazines, Intimate Apparel, Sex Toys, Viewing Booths."

	Tiny says to me as I turn in, "Every boy needs some toys to play
with, don'cha think?" He looks down at Ty's cum covered face. "We're here,
bitch. The toy store."  Then he grabs the kid's titties, squeezing them
hard and making the pussyboy hiss. By the time he's done, the nipples are
fiery red and throbbing.

	The parking lot is crowded. As we all pile out and head to the
store I see the 18- wheeler slow down. The parking lot here isn't big
enough for the rig. They drive further down the road and pull into a motel
parking lot. I'm sure we'll see them later.

	Lots of erotic boutiques have popped up near the nicer
neighborhoods. Clean, well lit places where the soccer moms can go to pick
up a small vibrator, some lubricant, or rent a video and not feel too
trashy, maybe even feel like they're being daring.

This isn't one of those.

This place has TV's in the corners showing a video of some bleached blonde
whore getting' her pussy banged by a black guy with a cock big as a baby's
arm while she blows another black guy. Ratty wire spinner racks sit on
dirty concrete, holding cheap DVD's and shrink-wrapped magazines. The walls
are lined with what used to be called "marital aids": dildos, rubber
pussies, vibrators, butt plugs, and other assorted gadgets.  Clothing racks
hold hooker-wear. A curtain covered doorway on the left wall leads to the
viewing booths. Florescent tubes, many of them out or flickering, light the
main floor, which is fronted by a long glass case that I guess has the
expensive stuff in it or at least the small stuff that steals easy. Before
you go through the electronic security bars there's a place where you can
pick up a small shopping basket. Tiny grabs a shopping cart like you use at
the grocery store instead.

	Inside there are maybe twelve guys looking around, a mix of all
types. White, black, Hispanic, and who-knows-whats. All of them men. Down
and out guys getting a cheap thrill from the covers of magazines, guys that
look like they just got off a plane, salesmen maybe, who want to pick up
jerk off material for the hotel because it's cheaper than a hooker, guys
looking around like they're afraid to be seen by somebody they know. The
men from the other cars must be back in the booths.

	The pussyboy is frozen just inside the security gates, looking
obscene in his ass hugging shorts and a tank top showing off his bloated
nipples. His face is still coated with Tiny's wad, some of it beginning to
dry around the edges but most of it shining on his face, looking like
nothing other than what it is, cum dripping off a pussyboy's face. In case
there is any doubt, his titties glow like beacons, pinched and red as if
he's got lipstick on 'em. He's probably never even been in a place like
this before but here he is, the belle of the damn ball.

	"Get your bitch ass in here," Tiny says. "If we're gonna get your
pussy some playtoys, we gotta look around some."

	Ty shuffles in, head hanging, staying close to us. The big
muscleboy behind the counter, dressed in a tight black T-shirt with a
leather muscle-band snapped around his bicep, checks us out. His eyes stop
on the faggot for a while and his eyebrows raise. Then he looks Tiny and me
up and down, maybe in a queer way. I don't know. Tiny stands out in any
crowd, big as he is. The guy looking at me makes me uncomfortable. I've had
plenty of time to think about it while I'm bangin' the faggot's ass or
throat, but I'm not queer and neither is Tiny. Like Tiny says, a mouth is a
mouth and a hole is a hole, what it's attached to ain't that big a
deal. The little bitch is lucky he shoots off like a rocket with a cock in
his mouth or ass because neither of us gives a shit about that part of him.
We just care about the parts that are tight, warm and wet, and can suck a
man's cum out of him no matter which end you use. He came to me begging for
cock, I'm just riding the free ass and mouth train I found. I'll admit I
like to watch other men bang him around too, but that's just 'cause he's
such a damn pig about it. There's sometin' about watchin' him stuffed full
of cock that warms my...well; it ain't my heart it warms.

	Tiny starts off into the store pushing the cart. The first thing he
drops in is a bottle of lube the size of a two-liter Pepsi. Continuing on,
moves past the rubber pussies and blow-up dolls saying, "You ain't got a
real pussy between your legs but it'll do till one come along!" as he
passes. He moves over to the dildos and picks one off the shelf claiming to
be molded from some porn star's cock. "Sshee-it. I put a dick twice that
long up your ass all the time." He picks up one that has to be ten inches
around. "Maybe one of these days, faggot, if you keep workin' at it as hard
as you do." He gives Tyson a wink.

	Tiny's deep voice carries and when I turn around and every eye in
the place is on us. Some of them are amused. Others are looking at the boy
like meat just dropped in a cage. Before I turn back I see that Ty's edged
away from us embarrassed, but his attention is caught by a display of
alligator clips connected by chains. Nipple clamps.  He's lifting the
clamps up and trying them out on his finger. The ones with the sharp teeth
must hurt too much, because he takes them off immediately. The pair with
rubber over the ends slip off when he tugs on the chain so he puts them
back. He must like the pair with smaller, rounded teeth because he leaves
them on his finger and his other hand strays to his chest and thumbs his
nipple. Tiny's cum is still wet on his face in places. I nudge Tiny and nod
toward the boy. Tiny heads his way.

	"Mmmm. We need to get you some of those, don't we faggot?" He
says. "Let's try some on."

	He snaps off the tag in the middle and muscleboy at the counter
heads toward us, but Tiny's big black hand waves him off. "We're buyin'! If
we use it we buy it." The guy stays outside the counter though, watching
the show like everybody else.

	Tiny puts the clamps on the pussyboy's nipples and lets them
squeeze. The faggot's breath starts coming in pants, and his ass cheeks
squeeze and flex, trying to eat the fabric of his shorts. His cock springs
up hard, tenting the shorts in front. His ass humps the air behind him,
looking for something, anything, to fuck it. Tiny takes them off and the
pussy's grinding slows down but doesn't stop. Tiny drops the first pair in
the cart and picks up another pair, these with a second chain hanging down
from the middle of the first. "Let's try these" Tiny says. "They've got a
leash on 'em." He snaps the clamps onto Ty's nipples and the pussy dance
begins again, this time faster, the boy shaking with desire.

	Tiny grabs the leash and pulls the faggot back to the dildos,
nipples pulled out in front of him and his ass trying to eat the air behind
him. I smack his ass hard and he gasps. I lay my hand on his ass and he
backs up, riding the space between my thumb and hand. He's torn between
Tiny pulling at his nips and the hand on his ass, bent over to accommodate
the tugs in both directions. Pussyboy is riding my hand like a wind-up toy,
gasping in pain, hunger, or both. I take my hand away and he stumbles,
still bent over, closer to Tiny. Finally he straightens up, ass still doing
its pussy dance.

	Tiny whips a box off the shelf and rips it open, pulling out a long
thick dildo, as thick as him and longer than either of us, longer than
humanly possible. He snaps his fingers, pointing at the floor. "On your
knees, bitch!"

Ty fights it for a moment, but desire and training take over and he drops
to his knees. He starts to bend over but my hand on his shoulder stops him.

"He ain't gonna fuck your ass with it in public, faggot." I say. "He just
wants to check the size. I'll fuck you with it in one of the booths when
we're done shopping."  Tiny grins at me over the faggot's head. I see his
plan now and I'm with it.

Men gather at the ends of the aisle now that Ty is on his knees. I move
back so they can see the fuckmeat on his knees, nipple clamps on, his ass
fucking the air. Some of them are groping themselves openly. A Mack Truck
hat catches my eye and I see the two truckers who watched the faggot take
my piss and catch Tiny's load on his face. The young one gives me a thumbs
up, his eyes wide. The counter guy is standing amazed, probably having seen
everything in the world before, but not this.

	Tiny holds the dildo like a dagger, the head of the fake cock just
above the faggot's lips. He pulls on the leash so his titties are pulled
out to points. "Kiss it, bitch," He says. Fuckmeat's lips purse up and his
tongue snakes out, licking the end. He's drooling now, spit dripping from
the sides of his mouth, refreshing the dried cum on his face. Other spots
are still wet, clinging in clumps. Tiny mashes the dildo into his lips,
spreading them over the head of it. The bitch opens his mouth and takes the
head in, sucking on it hard. Tiny pushes it deeper, placing it at the entry
to his throat. "Open wide, faggot."

	Tiny stabs down and the dildo enters the cunt's throat, making it
bulge as it fills full of simulated cock. He stops when the faggot has
about the length of his and my cocks buried in him, then takes his hand
away. The end of the dildo pokes out of the cocksucker's mouth like a sword
swallower's trick onstage, his head tilted back, throat undulating around
the fake cock, milking it like he does a real one. Prolonged cocksucking
and swimming lessons have taught the cunt to hold his breath for a long
time. His lips reach up and massage the sides of the dildo. His tongue even
pokes out a little and licks the fake cock like he can pleasure it.

	Tiny turns to me. "What do you think? Big enough?"

	"Yeah, I guess. Is that as deep as it goes?" I ask. There are gasps
from some of the men watching.

	Tiny puts his hand flat on the base of the dildo and pushes down,
sinking another two inches into the faggot's throat. That seems to be too
much, so Tiny pulls it out so the cunt can grab a breath. Then he fucks the
bitch's mouth with it right there, on his knees, on the dirty concrete
floor of a low-class porn store. He pumps it fast into the waiting throat,
then pulls it out and long-dicks the kid a couple of times, shoving it deep
and pulling it free each time. Fuckbitch's pussy is whipping back and forth
and the front of his tight shorts are dark with pre-cum. He's about to pop,
so Tiny pulls the dildo out and drops it in the cart.

	"Oh yeah. That one does the trick, don't it, bitch? Let's do some
more shopping before you blow a load in your shorts." Tiny pulls the
fuckmeat to his feet by the nipple clamps and heads down the aisle, pulling
him behind by the leash. Something has woken up behind Ty's eyes and he's
no longer folding his shoulders in, trying to hide. He's walking just as
confidently as he does when he mounts the blocks at the pool before a race
starts or at the edge the mat, right before he takes off and vaults into a
complicated series of flips and turns. He checks the men out openly when
they move aside to let him pass, pleased at the show of hard-ons and
pre-cum damp pants. My cock is uncomfortable, twisted in my own damp
jeans. Tiny sure knows how to put on a show.

	The shopping goes faster from then on. Tiny picks stuff up off the
shelves and drops them in the cart; a vibrator, a buttplug, two pairs of
shorts with a split up the ass, a pair of cuffs with lamb's wool covering
the insides and a chain connecting them, a big black enema bag with a metal
wrapped hose and a steel nozzle, and finally an adjustable leather collar
and leash. I see something called "pleasure rings," connected gel rings
that go around your cock so your bitch has some extra bumps to ride when
you push in. I grab two packages of them and toss them in the cart. The
large size, so they'll fit Tiny and me.  Some men follow us as we do our
shopping, their eyes big, imagining the stuff being used on the
cocksucker. We head to the front and Tiny unloads the cart onto the
counter.  He pulls out a leather riding-crop and raises his eyebrows at
me. I shake my head. I didn't put it in the cart either. The pussyboy
stands there with a face covered in dried cum, smiling to himself, his cunt
still doing its dance.

	"You want your ass whipped, huh bitch?" Tiny asks. "I think that
can be arranged."

	Tiny tells the muscle guy behind the counter to throw in batteries,
a box each of D-size and C-size. After it's all been rung up he adds, "Give
us three admissions to the booths." "No charge," muscleboy says. Tiny hands
over a credit card and looks at me.  "My treat. Consider it rent on the
Pussyboy's ass. Plus, I got a favor to ask you later."

The clerk puts all the stuff up in two big bags. I take one, Tiny grabs the
other and we head toward the video booths, the faggot behind us, dawdling a
bit so the leash pulls on his titties. The cash register behind us is
chiming away as our audience lines up to buy admission for the booths too,
tickets for the next act.

	Through the curtain the room is big and dark, the sides lined with
tiny viewing booths with flimsy plywood doors and a few columns down the
middle. Some of the doors are open and I can see TVs with porn showing on
them, straight stuff, queer stuff, and in one a pretty bitch with huge
titties and a big cock between her legs is banging the holy hell out of a
guy with his jeans dropped to his knees. The soundtracks blend together
into a mix of cheap music, loud moans, and faked exclamations. "Oh, you're
so big!"  "You like that big cock in your pussy?" "Fuck my ass, man." The
place smells like an unwashed man's crotch, ripe and cummy, with a little
Pine-Sol laid over top of it.  Somebody must come through every once in a
while and give the place a half-hearted wash, but it ain't clean. There's a
drain in the middle of the floor, but patches of dried jizz and God knows
what else cover it like leopard's spots.

	Men from the store are beginning to file in and stand around,
watching us. None of them make for the booths. Muscleboy from the front
counter has joined the group.  Either he has locked the doors or he's found
somebody to take over the front while he watches the show. The two truckers
from before are front and center, groping themselves.  One
businessman-looking guy whips out his cock and plays with it, clear strings
of pre- cum dripping to the floor in puddles. One of the black guys pulls
out a cell phone and I hear him tell his wife or girlfriend that he's gonna
be a little late. A few guys come out of the booths to see what's going on.

	"Your turn, Vince," Tiny says. "Give these motherfuckers a show."
He hands me the leash to the pussyboy's nipples.

I pull open the door to one of the booths and check it out. It's tiny, the
size of a closet, and there's a bench built into the back wall. On the
right side there's a TV built in so the screen is even with the wall. On
the left side there's a hole in the thin panel separating it from the next
booth. We place the bags on the floor and I pull out the big bottle of lube
and hand it to Tiny. "Open that, will'ya?" I ask. I pull out a pair of
bright blue lycra shorts with a slit up the back and hand them to the
faggot, saying, "Put these on, fuckmeat."

	Ty drops his shorts immediately, standing out in the open. His cock
is hard and dripping, pre-cum hanging off it in a string. A guy reaches out
and grabs it, playing with it. Ty lets the guy go at it for a little bit,
then pushes his hand away and puts on his new fuck-me shorts, putting his
cock away. Pussyboy knows where his fun is at. Just like the old bra
commercial, the shorts lift and separate. When he turns around, the cheeks
are pulled apart and his hole is on display, impossibly small, considering
what's about to happen to it. I pull the faggot over to me by his leash and
hand him the collar. He puts it on, no words needed. I point to the bench
inside the booth.

	"Get your bitch ass on the bench, feet on either side of the door."
He rushes in and sits, then lifts his legs and puts his feet on the door at
about my thigh level. "Higher, faggot. Show everybody your pussy." He
scoots forward on the bench and lifts his legs up high so his cunt is aimed
up and out. His hole is twitching, waiting for something to feed it. "You
want somethin' in your cunt?" He nods frantically. "I hand him the bottle
of lube and he puts it next to him on the bench. "Then get it ready,
bitch."

	Men crowd around me to watch him squirt lube from the pump
dispenser into his hand and start fingering his hole. I know he's already
lubed up. He always is, like good fuckmeat, ready in case a cock wants to
fuck his ass. He starts with two fingers, then quickly works up to three,
then four. His eyes are dreamy and focused off in the distance, off in
pussyboy heaven. I hand him the dildo that was in his throat out in the
store and hang the leash in the crack between the door and the wall so it
hangs down swinging, still tugging at his nipples. Tiny pulls the vibrator
out of its packaging, dropping batteries into its base.

	"Grease it up, faggot, then hand it back to me. I'll do the
fucking." He takes the dildo and squirts more lube in his hand, jacking up
and down on the rubber cock, getting it ready for his hole. He hands it
back to me and he's done a perfect job, leaving me a dry place at the
bottom so I can get a good grip. "You ready to get fucked, cunt?"

	His lips are puffed up and open, red with need, his breathing
ragged. "Oh yeah, Daddy. Bust my pussy wide open." The crowd behind me
mutters, wondering if I 'm really the kid's daddy.

	I place the tip of the dildo against his hole. He pushes out and
gives it a kiss with his ass-lips. I thrust in fast, giving him a quick
seven inches. He gasps, but he's already trying to push up on it further,
insatiable little whore that he is. I fuck him deep with it, till my hand
is against his hole. He's moaning and rolling his head from side to side,
his pussy-lips stretched thin around the big dildo. I pull it out slowly so
his cunt lips pull back with it, thin and translucent, as it slides out of
him. I pull it all the way out, so it's resting once again at the
opening. "You ready to get fucked, faggot? Tell Daddy all about how much
you want it."

	Given a taste, the fuckbitch is desperate for more and starts
begging for it. "Oh God, yes. Fuck it hard and make it hurt. Give it to
me. Please give it to me. Give it to me till I scream. Please, Daddy, fuck
my ass."

I love to see the bitch like this, desperate for it and begging. I would
draw it out, but we've got an audience and they've seen how bad he wants
it. I shove it in and start force fucking him deep and fast, thrusting into
his hole over and over, pushing it deep and rolling the end around in
circles, stretching the hole and making the part buried inside twist and
work his guts. Fuckbitch is panting words but they aren't clear until I
start pulling out all the way and long-dicking him with the rubber rod with
each thrust, shoving it in until air splutters out of his hole when I sink
it deep.

	"Oh. Oh God. Cock. In my mouth. Please let me suck your cock. I
need cock to suck on. Fuck my throat. Cum in my mouth."

	I look over my shoulder and now all the men watching have their
cocks out and dripping, watching me fuck the bitch's ass. Sizes are all
over the place, but I catch the eye of the trucker in the Mack Truck hat
and nod my head toward the empty booth to the left.  He's been watching us
the longest so I give him first crack at the faggot's mouth. He disappears
into the booth and soon there is a hard cock through the hole, thick, uncut
and gamy. I turn back to the fuck bitch and say, "What're you waitin' for
cocksucker?  Dinner's on the table." He sees the cock poking from the wall
and dives for it, taking it all in one go then sucking on it like his life
depends on it. He starts bobbing up and down, sucking like the cockwhore he
is. The trucker must be pretty worked up because he doesn't last long and
shoots his wad in the bitch's mouth after a short while. The kid sucks him
clean and then smacks his lips, savoring the load in his mouth. The whole
time I'm fucking the hell out of his ass with the dildo. Immediately the
fag's calling out for another cock, any cock. The younger trucker is up
next and he's got a cock made for the whore, thick and long. Ty
deep-throats it then fucks himself on it. After a while he just places his
open mouth against the hole and lets the trucker fuck his mouth, getting
deep dicked at both ends. Another load for the cocksucker's mouth follows
soon and he's calling for more. I send the black guy in next since he's got
to get home to his girl. He's thick and average length, but shoots big
ropes of cum into the pussyboy's mouth. My arm is getting tired so I switch
hands. The muscleboy clerk follows next and he's got a big one for the
whore. He's got a piercing through his cockhead and the faggot tugs at it
with his teeth, teasing it before talking it all at a gulp. Muscleboy fucks
the pussy's throat till he lets out a yell and feeds the bitch more
cum. Another black guy follows him. This guy's got a bull-cock like me and
Tiny, long, thick and cut. When the cunt gulps it down in one go I hear him
gasp out, "Oh shit yeah, take it ALL baby," through the thin wall of the
booth. The guy powerfucks the faggot's throat until the kid is in cock
heaven and blows a load in his shorts. Neither of us stops feeding him cock
and he keeps sucking till he gets his reward, another mouth full of cum.

	My arms are worn out so Tiny hands me the even thicker vibrator. I
bury it deep, no lube and in one push, till only the end sticks out of
fuckmeat's pussy. I find the "on" switch, flip it, and the vibrator takes
off in his ass, buzzing like a hand sander smoothing the edges off a rough
piece of wood. The cocksucker sucks off more guys that way. The only work
that is required from me is when the vibrator starts to ooze out of his
ass. I just put my foot against the base and grind it back into his cunt,
deep. We all stand back and watch the kid go, taking load after load.

	After that we move on to the buttplug. It takes batteries too and
has a remote on a thin wire with settings from low to high. At its widest,
it's bigger around than anything so far and maybe eight inches long from
the part that the faggot's hole grips. When it goes in it rests there for a
minute, not turned on. Then I swear fuckmeat's pussy starts chewing on the
damn thing, pushing it out and pulling it back in like a baby sucking on a
pacifier.  I turn it on and then it really starts to move. With it lodged
in his cunt, fuckbitch comes out of the booth, dragging his leash behind
him, and goes from man to man on his knees, blowing guys in the middle of
the filthy floor. Every time he takes a load I turn up the power a little,
as a reward. A few cocks down the line while he's getting' face fucked, by
a big one of course, the faggot blows another load in his shorts. He keeps
going.

	Finally the faggot finishes all of them off. There are a few guys
waiting around for seconds, but that's too damn bad. I turn the buttplug
off, pull him up by his nipples, and tell him to get dressed.  He starts to
roll down his new fuck-me shorts, but I tell him to just pull the cloth
pair on over them. I leave the plug in. When he's got the terry cloth
shorts back on I tuck the remote in the waistband and take the clamps off
his titties but leave the leather collar on.

	On the way back to the truck Ty walk ahead of us with his ass full
of buttplug, a little pigeon toed, butt poking up and out. The legs of the
lycra shorts poke out from beneath the cloth ones, which cling to his ass
cleft and show the base of the plug sticking out of his hole. When he stops
at the door and turns around, I see his knees are almost black from
crawling from man to man on the filthy floor.

As soon as we hit the highway back toward home, the faggot reaches into one
of the bags and pulls out the set of nipple clamps without the leash and
snaps them onto his titties. "Please, Tiny, Sir.  Let me suck your cock
again."

	"Damn baby, ain't you had enough yet? I was keepin' count and you
took fourteen loads tonight. Fourteen!" He whistles. "If you want to make
yourself useful, suck some of this mess outta my pants. I was leaking like
a damn faucet watching you blow all those men." Tiny turns the buttplug on
low and rests back in the seat with his arms folded behind his head,
waiting for the boy to suck clean his pre-cum soaked pants.

	Before the bitch can bend over and get to work, I grab him by the
hair and turn him to face me. "Besides, faggot, tonight's the night your
gettin' your ass double dicked by me and Tiny." I look over at Tiny. "Turn
that plug up to the max and keep his pussy hot." I push Ty's head down so
he can start sucking the jizz outta Tiny's pants leg and head toward home,
humming a tune as I listen to the buzzing in fuckbitch's guts as he cleans
Tiny's pants.

...To be continued...