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Subject: My boy’s boy 39 (Gay male-incest/urination) My Boy’s Boy 39 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: fty/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback–it’s the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at derrick1968mwm@. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Thanks to those who have reacted to these characters and emailed me. Comments from readers are the only pay I get…donations to Nifty are appreciated. Dylan’s View I went right to work after lunch on my class work and the reading material that my new supervisor had sent me. Craig and Dad were busy with their own tasks as well. I was in the work zone and focusing really well on what I needed to when Dad came into my work space and told me that I needed to make certain I was good and cleaned about before Tom got here for a quick meal and our celebration afterwards and that I should wrap up what I was doing so I could use the bathroom after he took care of that for himself. My dick twitched in its cage and my nipples perked up when he said it. Getting clean meant that I was going to get fucked and based on what he said my Dad was going to get fucked as well. It was arousing as hell to know that my own Dad and I were both going to get dicks in our asses tonight. It made me almost wish I had another boy that I could talk to and share my thoughts and activities with. But my own Dad telling me that we both needed to be prepared to bottom was almost more arousing than I could take. I looked at Dad’s crotch when he told me. It was clear that the reminder to be prepared for tonight aroused him as well. I could see the bulge between his legs and wished he would fuck me right then and there. But I knew that I wasn’t getting fucked right now, but seeing a bulging crotch only served to increase my own level of arousal. Kevin’s View Craig had given me a whole list of things to get ready for the celebration of Dylan’s job later that evening. Most of what I had to do were basic cleaning tasks, but two jobs only served to arouse me: reminding Dylan to be prepped for fucking and setting up the room with Craig’s equipment that he would be using on Dylan. Basically telling Dylan to his face to be ready for the fucking he was going to get aroused the hell out of me. My dick stiffened up when I headed to his room to tell him and by the time I was done giving him a quick reminder my need to cum was so urgent that I almost could not stand it and thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. After making quick eye contact with me when I entered in the room, Dylan could not take his eyes off my crotch the entire time I was in the room. Seeing him staring at my dick only made it harder and increased my need to cum. I knew that I would have to wait. Craig had made it clear to me that there was to be no cumming this afternoon. He even told me that he was going to refrain from sticking his dick in a hole until our celebration tonight. If Craig was refraining from cumming I would have to as well. And I didn’t want to disappoint Craig. He would know that I had let myself cum when I wasn’t supposed to and while he wouldn’t punish me, I would feel the disappointment in his voice and face and that would be punishment enough. But telling Dylan to prepare for fucking did not arouse me as much as getting the playroom ready. Craig and Tom had just basically dumped the equipment in the playroom when they had brought it from storage. I cleaned it, arranged it, and removed other things that Craig had stored in there. I could not get the image istanbul travesti of Dylan strapped to the fuck bench out of my head the entire time. I thought how hot he would look being restrained to it, with his wrists and ankles bound to the device and his hole exposed for whoever wanted to fuck it. My boy’s hole would be on display right on this bench. I took my hard dick out of my shorts and my jockstrap and rubbed it along the padding that would comfort Dylan during his fucking. I was so hard and so horny that anything touching my dick was stimulating and felt good. I moaned as I rubbed myself on the padded portion of the bench. “Turns you on doesn’t it?” Craig’s voice shocked the hell out of me. I thought he was not leaving his office the entire afternoon. I nearly shot my load knowing he had been standing there watching me. “I should just fuck you right here. Right now.” My hole twitched as he said it. “But I won’t. We all need to wait until tonight. The equipment turns you on, doesn’t it?” Craig asked. “Oh yes” was all the answer I could muster. “The thought of your own twentysomething son strapped to that bench, taking dick in his hole gets you all horned up doesn’t it? Thinking about him being restrained and unable to refuse whatever dick wants in that ass is making your own cock hard?” Craig asked me. “Yes Daddy,” was all I could manage to say. “Does it make you want to put your own cock in your boy’s hole?” “Yes Daddy.” “Are you thinking about his tight pink pucker winking at whatever dick is getting ready to penetrate it?” “Yes Daddy.” “Are you thinking about seeing a cock slide in your boy’s hole all the way in one long thrust? You thinking about looking at his face as he gets anally penetrated?” “Oh yes Daddy.” “Do you want to fuck your son Kevin? Do you want to stick your own dick in your boy’s hole?” I thought I was going to cum right there. “Yes Daddy.” “Do you want to slide your bare cock in that asshole you made and feel how good Dylan’s ass feels on my cock?” “Yes Daddy” “Do you want to dump a load of cum in there first for me to use as lube or do you want me cum in his hole so you can feel my cum as you slide into him?” “Whatever you want Daddy.” “Good answer.” “We will find out tonight what you and your son will do. I’m pleased with how you set up the room. It looks nice. Need to go back to my office.” And with that, Craig headed back to his office. I looked at him in a pair of shorts and a wifebeater. His erection was obvious and the wet spot where the tip of his dick was made his arousal apparent. His nipples were hard and showing through the fabric. After he left the room and shut the door, I got on my knees and opened my mouth and let myself pretend that his cock was fucking my face and that my hands were working his nipples hard. I could almost feel his cock working it’s way down my throat, his hands on my head, and his hard nipples between my fingers. I moaned at the thought of Craig dumping a load in my throat. My own cock twitched. I could feel a stronger desire to cum building in my balls. Taking my hand, I slapped myself in the face and stood up. I wanted to save my cum for later tonight and needed to get to my other chores before I was tempted to rub out a load in my own jockstrap. Craig’s View I was glad Dylan got the job and proud of him. He thought that interview was a formality and that I already had gotten the job for him, but nothing was further from the truth. I needed to tell him that and let him know that he got it on his own. He needed to know that I was looking out for him and wanted to see him grow and develop in his career but that I was not the one who “got him this job.” kadıköy travesti But today I wasn’t worrying about Dylan growing professionally and in his career. Today I was concerned about Dylan’s development as a submissive and a boy for me. I finished my work quickly and as I closed my eyes to focus on any other tasks that needed to be done, my mind went to Dylan. Actually my mind went to Dylan’s ass. I could see it over the bench. I could see it bright red from the spanking I had him. A hard spanking with my bare hand and then with a paddle. His cock in a cage. Clamps on his nipples. Restraints on him. No gag in his mouth. I wanted to savor his sounds as he was punished. Some doms didn’t want to hear their boys moans, cries, and screams as they were punished. I did. I wanted to hear it all. The sounds of a sub taking punishment were sexual stimulation for my mind and only strengthened my arousal. Hearing his reaction and knowing that I caused it stiffened my cock like no blow job ever could. Hell restraining him would be so arousing. Spanking him would be so arousing. I’d take some ed pills so that I could stay hard all night, but dominating a submissive was the best way to harden my cock that I knew. I kept thinking of spanking Dylan and making that ass totally bright red. Thinking of squeezing his nuts until he screamed out was making the cum in my balls churn so much I could have sworn my balls were spinning in my nutsack. My leaking increased and I told myself that I needed to think of something else. But the thought of Dylan getting used and made to suffer pain while his own dad watched was just so fucking arousing. Then I heard my phone text alert. It was Tom. “Getting ready to head out. See you later.” My response: “Great. Looking forward to it.” “You will need to take it easy on Dylan tonight. He’s not that experienced.” My response: “That’s why you’ll be here. Want to push him but not too far.” “Yes. Get him more into it over time. You’ll both enjoy it more.” My response: “Exactly.” “Ready to back out of drive. See you when I get there. Don’t text me while I’m driving dickwad.” Tom was the only guy who could get by calling me dickwad. It was true in a sense. There was a lot of dickwad in me and I was always trying to get it out. Tom and I always texted in complete sentences with periods. I did that with everyone. I joked to Tom that he was the only other guy I knew who did that. He told me the same thing. Then I remembered the one guy who had given me shit about it. He was a hookup I had met several years ago: a submissive who wanted to be restrained and spanked lightly. Then he had made a few dick comments about my texting and asked me why I didn’t text like a normal person. I ignored the comment and told him where and when to meet. After the introductory dick sucking and fucking of his face, I had creatively handcuffed him to a chair where his asshole was completely exposed to me and he could not really move. I spanked him lightly at first with my hand, just the way he had asked. “Like that faggot?” I asked. “Oh yes sir” was the response. “Need this cock in your hole?” “Please fuck me.” So I shoved my cock in him. One thrust buried me in his hole. Fucker had said he was tight as hell, but he wasn’t. I’d fucked plenty of tight asses and asses that weren’t tight and this one was not tight. I started ramming myself in and fucked him like no tomorrow. Then I stopped and said, “Damn bitch. That hole is fucking loose. You call that tight boy? You think you got a tight hole?” “I thought so sir. Maybe your cock isn’t as big as you think.” That was when I remembered his snarky text messages. I pulled my dick out of bakırköy travesti his ass and got my paddle and belt. I then gagged his mouth so that any noise he made would be significantly muffled. Then I looked at his ass, slightly pink from the light spanking I had given him earlier. It wasn’t going to be slightly pink for long. I pulled back my hand and spanked him as hard as I could with my open palm. I heard him in the gag but could not make out what he was saying. “Tight ass my ass. Small dick my ass. You fucking worthless sub.” I spanked him hard with my open palm probably ten more times. I could hear him moan in the gag every time. My cock was harder than it was before and my arousal level had increased significantly. I took the gag out of his mouth and before I could say anything, he cried out “That fucking hurt!” “Yes it hurt. You need to punished and put in your place.” Then I showed him the belt and the paddle and continued, “We are just getting started.” “What the fuck?!?” he hollered out. But he didn’t say “no.” He never said “stop.” “You want it and you know it! Don’t you? You need to be put in your place faggot! Open your mouth for the gag if you need more punishment. And he opened his mouth. Wider than I thought possible. I shoved the gag in it and took the paddle to his ass. Twenty hard spanks. Then I put two clamps on his nipples and I could see him react and heard a muffled scream as the clamps bit into his nipples that were barely big enough for the clamps to grasp on to. I took out the gag. He was crying. “Close your mouth if you want me to stop. Open it if you need me to continue.” His mouth opened. I rammed my cock into it for a just a few quick fuck thrusts into his throat. I pulled myself out and shoved the gag back in. It was then that I used the belt on his ass that was now completely red. I laid into his ass with the belt and I laid into it hard. He was thrashing about in the restraints as best as he could. I could see he was crying. I took out the gag. “Please please stop. It fucking hurts so bad.” “You ever gonna give a dom shit again bitch?” “No sir. Never sir.” “You gonna act with respect towards a dom from now on bitch?” “yes sir. All the time sir.” “You needed to be punished and punished hard. You need this.” “Yes sir.” “Now I’m going to leave the gag out and I’m going to use the paddle again. You are going to count each swat and if you cry or say anything about pain, I will take the belt to your ass twenty times and twenty times hard. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Smack! The paddle hit his ass and he replied “one.” There was a bit of crying, but that was it. I spanked his ass again and he replied. On the last spank, he cried “ouch!” instead of twenty. “This means the belt bitch!” And I gagged him and gave his ass twenty hard hits with the belt. His ass was bright red. He would probably have bruises and sitting was going to be painful. Then I shoved my cock in his hole and five minutes later after hard fucking and after him cumming hands free, I dumped a load of mancum in his hole. “Now get the fuck out of here and don’t message me again.” The memory had me so hard that all I could think of was fucking Dylan, spanking Dylan, and seeing Dylan suffer while restrained. My cock was hard and needed to cum so badly. I saw the postit note I had overlooked and forced myself to get back at my list of shit to do before the party tonight and the trip to the resort tomorrow. My cock would have to wait and the longer it waited the more it would need to punish Dylan. My boyfriend’s son was going to be well-used tonight and my cock intended to be right in the middle of it. Readers are encouraged to give me a shoutout ail, even if it’s just to let me know you want to see the series continue. That’s the only way I know people are reading. 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