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Subject: Tales of a Young Slutboy 3 In his small, cozy office at the mental health clinic, Dr. Young sighed. “I’m sorry to hear all this, Geoff. Even if you enjoyed sex with your grandfather, you were still held captive.” I frowned. “But he didn’t groom me.” “Well, not directly. But he knew what he had planned. The family club speaks for itself. Generation after generation of indirect grooming.” “It wasn’t abuse, though. And besides, I wanted it. I consented.” Dr. Young looked concerned. “Did you, Geoff? Did you really want that life at the time?” Had I? “Maybe your life would’ve been different had your grandfather never taken you away.” I wasn’t sure at times. I knew it’d felt good, and I’d gained experiences I’d never forget. I’d never been ashamed of being a slutboy. It was the other stuff that I didn’t want to think about. My husband squeezed my hand supportively as he sat on my right side. He was always there for me. But he never spoke during my therapy sessions because it wasn’t his time to speak. It was mine. And I needed to keep telling my story, regardless of how difficult it was… *** After a hot first fuck with Grandpa, he took my hand and led me a little farther ahead, always naked everywhere. We went through the first archway to the left, a wide one that led to a huge, carpeted living room that was very fancy, also in dark red. My eyebrows rose at the sight of Dad sitting naked on a couch that looked expensive. He smiled while stroking his big dick, and his brown eyes lit with lust. His smooth and muscular body already made me horny again. He was just like a younger Grandpa, except still with brown hair like me, Guy, and most of the family. Then again, a lot of the men in our family looked similar, including being smooth and in great shape. I saw Dad in a new light now, not that I hadn’t already wanted him sexually. But he was a part of the family fuck club, and it now made me proud to be a member. “Welcome to the family fuck club, son. I want you to know it was all an act when I freaked out over catching you pleasuring yourself and touching my dick. I just needed to convince your mother.” “Oh.” My heart sank. “But…why didn’t you at least come to me sooner? It’s been quite a few years.” “I know, but I wasn’t ready.” Why did he seem apathetic? “Anyway, you’ll still be living here with us now that she thinks we sent you away to get professional help.” “Really?” I’d never been that close to either of my parents, but now, I could finally grow closer to Dad at the very least. “Yep. She thinks you’re in love with me and that you wanted to break us up. So, rest assured that she supports you being away for a long time.” Dad winked. While I admit that I’d miss her in some ways, since she was still my mom, living here and being allowed to live however I wanted made me happier. After all, I still had freedom, right? It was just that I’d live here permanently. But I wasn’t exactly trapped anymore, I didn’t think. And now that Dad was here, I didn’t want to leave unless it was to see Guy. “Your brother lives here too, by the way,” Grandpa said while holding me in his arms. His big erection poked my back, leaving some sticky precum on my skin. I mouth dropped open. “He does?” Guy was involved too?! Now, I officially didn’t want to leave. Both he and Dad lived here! Dad nodded. “I had to lie to your mother and tell her Guy tried to seduce me and your grandpa because of your influence. Otherwise, she would’ve wanted him home. Now, we can all live our lives here, just us men.” This was all too much to take in. Dad was more devious than I’d thought. But that was okay. It worked in my favor. I could be a slut all I wanted and get all the sex I could istanbul travesti ever want. I walked toward him and sat on his lap, my bent legs on either side of him, face to face. I straddled him, almost a twerk. “You want to be a slutboy, Geoff?” Dad asked. I nodded, grinning. I was leaking precum already. “I’m going to fuck you hard now that I know you love getting fucked. You’re not just my son anymore. You’re officially a young slutboy to serve us all.” Was Dad just playing around? He looked as horny as Grandpa did. Grandpa came toward us and stopped behind me to stroke my longish hair. “Now that you’re eighteen, your holes are at everyone’s disposal anytime, every day and night. This was what you really wanted, right?” I grinned again, the shyness getting to me a bit because of the slight humiliation of what was practically considered degrading. But I figured this was all just sex talk. “You see, Geoff,” Dad said, “there are consequences when a boy wants to act like a reckless adult, like you did years ago. You may be living here to be the slut you’ve wanted to be, but life won’t be easy.” I smiled. “You’re silly, Daddy.” “Oh, I’m not being silly.” He grew serious now. “You want to be a slut? You’ll be treated like one.” He rubbed my bottom lip and smirked. “You’re just a hole now, a cumdump. Meanwhile, Guy gets to live like a little prince. He’ll be ready to take Daddy’s big dick as soon as he’s eighteen. Then again, the age of consent here is sixteen. Hmm…” Grandpa cleared his throat. “That won’t be happening.” Dad looked territorial. “For the millionth time, he’s my son. My dick gave him life, not yours.” “And mine gave you life. I’m your father. You obey me whether you like it or not. Just like I respect my own father with no complaints, you do the same. That is, if you don’t want to be framed for something big and terrible that’ll haunt you for life.” Dad rolled his eyes. “Here we go with the threats and blackmail.” What was going on? I was so confused. “Get it through your head,” Grandpa said to Dad. “Guy is our little prince. We made an agreement. He is not to be touched like that because he’s not a slutboy.” “He deserves to be a slutboy too.” “No, he does not. Tame the hungry wolf in you because a sweet boy like Guy needs a man who can appreciate and love him the way he needs to be.” “What, like you?” “Well, I guess my feelings for him aren’t a secret, so, yeah. I can be a better father and lover to him. You’re just a sex addict like Geoff.” “Fuck you, Dad.” “Watch your mouth, boy. I’m still your father, and your grandfather is still in charge of all of us. Believe me, you don’t want to get on his bad side. We’re German. Don’t you forget.” Dad gave Grandpa a mean stare, his face reddening as the ire rose from within. Then, he managed a tight smile at me. “Your grandpa can be a little difficult sometimes. But at least I have you now.” Dad kissed my lips for a moment, his tongue feeling so good around mine. Grandpa gently grabbed me by the hair to push his dick into my little mouth, feeding it to me like I needed to be fed. “Fuck my grandson’s little butt, son. Breed this slutboy good.” He really was in charge here besides my great-grandpa. Dad grabbed my waist and repositioned me to get his dick to aim at my hole while I stroked mine. In one swift push, he was in. I yelped, then got comfortable within seconds while my skinny ass was being pounded. Grandpa’s big dick was still in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Dad was fucking me. I’d dreamed of this for so long, and it was finally happening. “You’re our young slutboy,” Dad said. “Just like your cousins who are upstairs playing video games with Guy while our guard kadıköy travesti watches them.” I briefly stopped sucking. “Guard?” Then, I continued. “That’s right, Geoff. We have a guard. He’s the only non-blood part of our family fuck club, and it’s only because I hooked him up with my sister to marry.” Oh. I suddenly remembered my aunt marrying a Black man named Lester. God, but Dad was in me. He was fucking me! “Lester’s monster dick needs attention too because the good money we pay him to help guard us doesn’t fulfill all his needs. He gets it from your cousins for now, but he deserves a new slutboy from time to time to avoid being bored with the same piece of ass over and over.” I started stroking faster at the thought of being shared and swapped around, my slurpy mouth devoted to Grandpa’s dick while my butthole jerked Dad off. Even though I hadn’t been prepared to live the life of a slutboy, I was ready now. Lester was hot from what I remembered. So, I wouldn’t mind tasting his dick. “Give me some of that, Dad.” Dad looked hungry for Grandpa who took his turn to suck him off. Grandpa smiled at me, stroking my cheek. “Look at your father devouring the organ that made him. He may be a grown man, but he’ll always be my little boy, even if he could be a spoiled brat to this day. But he was a slutboy too, you know, just like his brothers. Someday, you’ll start fucking your own sons once we find a pretty woman for you who can agree to be a surrogate. This is a cycle that goes on, Geoff. If we don’t keep it going, it’ll all end. And we want future generations to enjoy these sexual rewards that our family fuck club offers.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come the more I bounced on Dad’s dick while jerking off. “Fuck me, Daddy!” I sped up the pace of my hand until I shot all over Dad’s chest and belly in runny squirts, moaning loud. Dad let go of Grandpa’s dick and smiled. “Yeah, slutboy. Now let your grandpa shoot his hot load in your little mouth while I shoot mine inside your little boy butt.” He pounded me harder. I gave him a nod and put Grandpa’s dick back inside my mouth, sucking with determination while bouncing on Dad’s dick. In just a brief moment, Grandpa clenched his teeth, groaning. “Fuck, take this big load, slutboy.” So much thick cum flooded my mouth, and I managed to swallow every drop. Then, Dad groaned as he rammed his cum into my used hole while tightly gripping my waist. “Ungh, I’m fucking breeding you now. Take Daddy’s seed, you dirty slutboy. Gahhh!” He slowed down his thrusts, his body shaking. Then, they caught their breaths. Dad blew in relief. “Fuck, you’re going to make your uncles and great-grandfather very happy with such a natural performance. After these years of you living here without sex, you still got it.” “That’s right, Geoff,” Grandpa said. “Your boyfriend taught you well.” “Yep, and we know it’s Brandon. We tracked down that college hottie of yours.” Oh. They had? “But we don’t like that you didn’t let family be your first and only,” Grandpa said. “Nope,” Dad said. “That’s why you’ll be treated like the dirtiest slutboy of the bunch. Your cousins at least started with family and have only been with family, same with your uncles, grandpa, great-grandpa, and even me.” I frowned. “I didn’t know you guys wanted this! I would’ve done it with you if I’d known! I would’ve saved myself until my eighteenth birthday just for you!” “It doesn’t matter,” Grandpa said. “You’re tainted by water instead of exclusively blood. Only wives to make sons with are the exception. As a result for fucking around with a random guy outside of our family, you lost your chance of having special treatment.” My heart sank. I wanted to be bakırköy travesti a slutboy, even a porn star, but this sudden treatment seemed mean and unfair. Dad sighed. “Like I said, you’re going to live like a true slutboy, except as the dirtiest of the dirtiest. You’ve already been done with school, thankfully, so you won’t be missing out on anything else. This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” It was, but… “There’s no way out of here, Geoff,” Dad added. “Brandon is no more in case you still want him after all this time. He’s a liability, and we can’t risk him knowing about us, which is another reason our family fuck club is family-owned and family-exclusive. So, you’re here until you’re too old to be bothered with, unless you want to stay to fuck our future slutboys, of course.” “You’ll be trained for that,” Grandpa said. “But expect no special treatment. You’re just served meat at this point. When your cousins grow up and start fucking our future slutboys, they’ll be highly praised, something that’ll always be foreign to you until the day you die.” For the first time, my heart felt a crack. Were Dad and Grandpa serious? Didn’t they love me? I wanted to serve all the men in my family because it was my fantasy, and I’d be loyal to them from now on, but I wanted to matter like the others too. Maybe I just needed to prove them wrong, that I was worthy. Maybe it was just a test to see if I could step up my game. But what about Guy? He got the most special treatment of all, and he didn’t seem to be allowed to join in on the fun even when he turned eighteen. I looked at Dad and Grandpa, hiding another frown. “Will Guy ever join us in the future?” “No,” Grandpa said quickly as if already defensive. “Little princes are different and special. He doesn’t even know the club exists, much less that we fuck each other. He’s completely clueless about everything, the way he should be.” Dad rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I’ll never get to fuck his hot, fat ass.” Grandpa narrowed his eyes. “Stop calling him fat. He’s plump.” “No, he’s fucking fat, Dad. Accept the truth.” Guy had always been a few extra pounds, but he wasn’t obese or anything. I’d say pudgy more than anything. Plus, he had a beautiful face and a more beautiful personality. I could see him growing up into a hot beauty one day, both inside and out, and he didn’t have to be thin to achieve that. I loved my little brother just as he was. Dad shook his head at Grandpa. “I mean, shit, Dad. He likes his sweets a bit too much. Besides, it’s not like I’m turned off by it since the idea of his big butt moving like jello on his Daddy’s dick makes me so horny.” “Tame the wolf, son,” Grandpa said in a threatening tone. “The boy is mine. I already claimed him.” “We’ll see about that,” Dad muttered, his face red with anger. “Oh, we’ll definitely see.” Why were the two of them fighting over my little brother? This was why I wanted to protect Guy because he didn’t deserve any of this. He deserved much better. I at least wanted to be a slutboy and had no issues with it, but he didn’t even know what that was. He was literally that sweet and innocent, despite his curious sex questions, if he still had any. He needed to know what kind of life he really wanted so that he’d never be forced into a life he’d never asked for. What if he wanted romance and love with someone outside of the family? Didn’t he deserve to have a choice? Even if I wasn’t gay, I’d still never make babies just to continue this hot family tradition. I believed in choices, which was why Guy needed my protection. Though, I still remembered some of his other curious questions from years ago. He wasn’t just curious about how sex was and felt like. He’d once asked me if it was wrong for brothers to date, be boyfriends, get married, and start a family together, in that exact order. Why would he have asked that? He’d insisted it’d been a general question, but still. It was oddly ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!
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