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Subject: My Boy’s Boy 33–Gay incest, urination My Boy’s Boy 33 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 could not believe that Craig had put my dick in a cage. I could easily take a piss, but there was no way I’d be able to get a real good boner and no way that I could cum. Craig had the key. Dad acted like he didn’t know where it was and Tom had left after the cage had been put one, something about needing to get ready for a work trip. And Craig was gently on my ass about work. There was no way the cock cage was coming off until I had a job that met the goals for me that Craig had helped me to set. My first semester of classes was over in about a month and Craig told me if my grades met his standards the cock cage would come off then whether I had a job or not. It was hard concentrating on things that morning after Tom left, but I tried. Craig was working in his office and Dad was out running errands. I was ahead on my work for my classes and had spent most of the morning looking at various kinds of employment–hoping to find something online. I decided I needed a break and clicked on the porn site Craig had paid for me to have access to and spent the next fifteen minutes watching a submissive boy get spanked and flogged by his leather master. I shouldn’t have watched it even though I could not take my eyes off of it. It made me so horny. It was then that I got a text from Craig. “I need to fuck your ass now.” I went to Craig’s office and there he was standing at his desk only wearing a jockstrap. He was facing away from me and I could only see his backside…his ass framed by the straps of his jock. He was watching some porn. As I got closer, I realized that he was watching the exact same movie I was. He had been monitoring my porn usage. He turned around. “Hot movie, Dylan.” Craig said. “Tell me. What is your favorite part?” I was honest. “I don’t think I have a favorite part of this one. I mean, I like watching a bottom get fucked, but I wish they built up to it a little more. It started with fucking right away and then went into the spanking. I don’t know.” “We’ll try and find some that are more to your liking.” Craig finished. It was then that I saw that he must have had a camera aimed at him, or at least aimed at his chest and below. I could see him in one of the monitors and knew he was getting ready to broadcast. I also knew that I was going to be part of the display. Craig knew I saw the screen. “They want to see you boy. Some of my online buddies want to see this boy I have that I have been mentioning to them.” He moved a bench for me to bend over so that it was in line with the camera. I knew what he wanted me to do before he asked, “Bend over and show them your ass and hole Dylan. They want to see it.” And so I did. I heard a few dings on Craig’s computer screen which I assumed were messages telling him what to do or that they liked what they saw. That really didn’t matter to me. It was then that I felt Craig’s hand spank my ass and spank it hard. “Count Dylan.” I said “one.” He spanked me again and I replied “two.” I could hear beeping on his screen. The viewers were liking what they were seeing. The spanking got harder, but I kept counting. “You can do more than count if you need to. Your punishment will not be altered this time whether you make noise or not.” I decided to try and not make noise. The spanks kept coming and were getting harder. I said “fifteen” istanbul travesti and they stopped. Craig talked into the microphone, “See how red that ass is? I just love a bright ass. Do you boys think I should work that ass over more or should I work the inside of that ass next?” Craig knew exactly what he was going to do already. He wasn’t really going to listen to any suggestions. I knew that. It was then I felt a paddle hit my ass. It hurt. “Count Dylan” Craig instructed. “One, sir.” It was the first time I had called him “sir.” He paddled me again, harder than ever this time. I started to cry as I said “Two, sir.” By five, Craig had stopped. I was crying. Craig told his viewers that I was crying and the beeps on his screen started. Then he rammed his cock in my hole. Fuck it hurt. Not so much the dick inside my ass, but the slamming of Craig’s body against my ass cheeks. They were on fire. Craig was ramming into me over and over, talking to the guys watching him fuck me. He told them how good my ass was and how much I was a bitch that needed to be punished and fucked by his Daddy. He rammed me over and over. He was hitting my prostate but I really could not get hard. It felt so good and so frustrating at the same time. I was still bent over the bench. Craig pulled out. He put the nipple clamps on my nipples. They hurt at first, but then they actually started to feel good. Before Craig started fucking me, he grabbed my nuts and squeezed them hard. I cried in pain and could hear the message beeps on his computer. It hurt my nuts bad and the pain had not subsided when Craig rammed his prick into my hole. “Do you want me to breed this bitch or fuck him til his caged dick leaks cum?” he said right into the microphone. I hoped they wanted him to breed me. I wasn’t certain I could even cum like this no matter how much Craig hit my prostate. “Ok boys, I’ll nail that fucker’s prostate until we see what happens. Keep watching.” He just kept fucking me and dragging his cock along my prostate with every thrust. My nipples were on fire as Craig kept fucking me. He had put a weight on my nipples and the pain was more than I thought I could stand. But Craig’s dick was still hard and he just kept fucking me. The beeps kept coming on the screen, meaning that viewers were commenting. Craig didn’t say anything and did not type. He was only fucking. I squeezed his cock with my ass. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel his cock explode in my hole. And I thought I needed a break from the fucking and I really started fucking Craig’s cock with my ass as he rammed it in me. That’s when it happened. I felt my own cum start. My dick was as hard as it could get in the cage, but the fucking felt so good. I started to moan. My breathing changed. Craig could tell I was going to cum and he started ramming with more intensity after he said, “Boy’s this fucker’s gonna have a hands-free cum with his caged dicklet. I can feel him starting to cum from my man cock in his…” Craig stopped talking and starting moaning like a fucking moose getting his first piece of ass in a year. And that moaning from him was all it took for me to squirt my cum on the floor through my not really hard at all dick. It felt good but unfulfilling. I came, but not as strongly as I wanted to. I was still horny. “Good job Dylan. How was that half-ass cum? We’ll see if you earn the right to have a real one. Now after you clean off my cock and drink my piss, clean up your boy drippings from my office floor.” I don’t know how Craig held that much in his bladder, but he did. After he drained himself in my stomach, he left me to clean up my cum and told me to head into the kitchen when I was done. Craig’s View The hands-free caged half-assed cum Dylan had was hot. There is absolutely nothing like a ruined cum from a bottom boy to turn me on. Poor Dylan. He needed the spanking and his attitude and demeanor kadıköy travesti towards me seemed to be getting better. I decided to actually wear shorts while we ate lunch as it would be just the two of us and I needed to discuss some things with him. “Hey piss and cum breath. Come over here and give me a kiss. We embraced. I held him tight. He needed to feel secure. I gave a deep tongue in mouth kiss and ran my hands up and down his back as our mouths were fused to each other. We finally broke our kiss and embrace. I sat down and motioned for him to do the same. “Dylan, the job hunt’s not quite going as planned.” This was not a question. It was a statement and I didn’t even give him time to respond. “I’ve reached out to a professional friend who has some contacts and, based on the online profile of yours he saw, you’ll be contacted about an interview for a remote job in software design and troubleshooting. I’m not certain of the name of the firm, but they’ll probably hit you up after lunch. Reply promptly and give it your best shot.” “Oh wow. That’s really cool Craig. Thank you so much” Dylan replied before he stood up and came over and hugged me. He even rubbed my hard nipples just a little bit. I warned him, “I really like that. You know I like that, but save it for an appropriate time. We still have some things to discuss in preparation for the interview.” He looked disheartened, but he needed to learn that there was a time and a place for sex and sex acts that I did not initiate. This was not one of those times. We talked for about a half an hour while we ate. I asked him some sample questions. We refined his answers. He cleaned up from lunch and I told him it was time for us both to get back to work. He was reminded again that while there was nothing more fun than mansex that neither of us could make our living with our pricks or assholes. Well maybe Dylan could. Hell…maybe I could as well. But I wanted sex to be fun and not work. Kevin’s View I did have to run errands for Craig and for me, but Craig did me one favor. He texted me when he was about ready to spank and fuck Dylan and asked me if I wanted to watch on my phone. I pulled into a parking lot so discretion was easy and I watched the entire session. It was so hot. I just could not decide what was more arousing, watching Craig fuck, knowing that he was fucking my son, or watching Craig spank Dylan. I was so hard watching that I almost could not stand it. I didn’t jack off while watching, mainly because I preferred to cum in Craig’s presence. He had never really forbidden me from jacking off, but I just wanted Craig to be there when I came if at all possible. But watching my own son be used by my boyfriend was almost too much for to take. I was just lucky I didn’t have a hands-free cum right in the parking lot. The rest of my errands were finished quickly. I had known Craig long enough that I didn’t have to interrupt him any more while I was running errands. He had never been impatient with my questions, but I’d purchased our food and other items for long enough that questions for Craig were unusual. I even took care of Craig’s car. The only errands for Craig I did not run were financial and legal matters. I never worried about those. As long as I stayed on the shopping lists, with the occasional addition, Craig didn’t complain. He never gave me a budget, but I didn’t often add anything that wasn’t needed or would not be used. In some weird way, shopping for Craig and running errands for us always made me horny. Today the video had me even more so. Craig had told me to wait until some time after he and Dylan would be done with lunch to come back. I knew he wanted to talk to Dylan after he punished him and fucked him. Dylan did need a talking to about non-sexual matters and I knew that Craig would steer him in a good direction. I was lucky Craig had taken an interest in my boy and not just in his ass. bakırköy travesti But that’s what I needed right now was Craig fucking my ass. After I got home and put everything away, I sent Craig a text and asked him if he was done working for the day. Sometimes he’d stay in his office after he was done with real work so that it wouldn’t potentially distract me from things I needed to do. Sometimes he stayed in there afterwards and chatted with a few of his alpha friends and infrequently he watched porn. I got back a quick reply, “Just about done. Will come out when done. Like the video?” I replied, “Loved it. Made me horny.” There was an immediate response. “That was goal. Can work with that. Let me finish.” I knew Craig wouldn’t be long. His text messages were never sexual when he was going to be longer than ten or so minutes. Craig liked to focus. He must be about done with work. I went to our bedroom and laid down on the bed in just my jockstrap. I was on my stomach. A few minutes later, I felt the bed move. Craig was back. He didn’t say anything. I never talked during anything sexual unless Craig talked first. Then I felt it and it felt so wonderful. Craig was rimming me. He’d done it before, but not too often. His tongue and the beard were almost too much given how horny I already was. It was like he was making out with my ass and rubbing that beard all over my inner thighs at the same time. I spread my legs as far apart as I could without even thinking about it. He moaned on my hole. I moaned back. I wanted to say “fuck me Craig” so bad, but I kept my mouth shut because I always kept my mouth shut til Craig talked and because the rimming felt so damn good that I did not want it to end. But end it eventually did and I felt Craig move around and position himself to fuck my ass. “Did you like watching me spank Dylan?” he asked. “Oh yea I did Daddy. A lot,” was my response. “and the fucking? How was that?” “Good as always.” “Where did you watch the live video?” Craig asked. “Grocery store parking lot,” was my reply. “Hot. Too bad some other alpha top didn’t see you watching it. You might have gotten some dick while running errands.” Craig added. I moaned. “Maybe next time I should text one of my alpha friends to find you somewhere while you are running errands and fuck you. With my permission of course.” Craig told me. I moaned louder. “You like that Kevin? Taking some dick for me while you are running errands? Or do you want that alpha to fuck Dylan first?” I moaned. “Whatever you want Daddy. Whatever you want.” And Craig plowed his cock all the way in my hole. “Right now. Your fucking ass is what I want lover. Squeeze my cock as I fuck you with my hard prick.” Craig growled. I complied. I squeezed my ass on his cock. I pushed back so he could get in me deeper. I moaned and groaned the right amount that Craig liked. I wanted his cum. I knew he would give it to me. I knew Craig wanted to cum in my hole. I could feel it in the urgency of his thrusts as his cock kept stabbing my prostate. I felt my own orgasm start to build. I turned and looked and there was Dylan watching us. He was standing in the doorway. He was rubbing and tweaking his nipples hard as he saw Craig mate with me. Poor Dylan could not jack his cock. He could probably not cum from a nipple working, but the poor boy was trying. I smiled at him as Craig fucked me and I started to cum. I looked right into his eyes when I came from Craig’s fucking and I moaned as I stared at my boy while my hot Daddy started to shoot his own load into my ass. I wondered if Dylan’s cock was leaking, if even just a drop. There was a huge wetness underneath me from my own full load of cum and I could feel Craig’s load dripping out of my hole as his cock finally was pulled out. Without looking up Craig said “Next time you watch us caged cock boy, you need a dildo up your ass!” 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. We’ve got more hot sessions planned for these characters, but love to know if these guys and their exploits are resonating with readers.

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