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Summary:
Our little twink protagonist Camron aka Cum-dump has been through a few things tonight. Only seconds ago he was getting throat fucked by two muscle men, ruining his voice for the time being.
Now he's trapped in the dark basement, in a shower stall with his drunk and/or stoned stepdad in front of him.
"Hey you there," dad slurred slowly with a deep growl. "These guys told me there's a faggot in here. Takin' dick `n' suckin' it. That you?"
He didn't recognize me in the darkness. I froze, one hand on my short boner. How was I going to get out of this? If he threw me out of the gym I could just run, before he saw it was me. So I just had to confirm what he wanted to hear.
It wasn't much of a plan, but he was probably too drunk to run after me if I made it to my room quickly. And tomorrow he'd have forgotten the whole thing.
"Yes," I said with my coarse voice artificially deepened as the techno beats came to a chaotic intermezzo that I hoped would obfuscate it even more.
"I'm that fa... I'm the guy in here... who su- who does those things."
Dad made a stumbling step towards me and I took a smaller step back. My ass hit the cold tiles behind me. I tried to slide to the side, ass on the wall, hoping to run past dad as soon as there was an opening. His massive frame filled the narrow space between me and the exit.
My stepfather slurred "It's been a while since I-"
I didn't hear the rest as I accidentally touched the faucet. Warm water poured down on both of us. While I jumped at the sudden burst of hot wet liquid on my bare skin, dad barely moved as the streams ran across his mature face, dropping off his cut jawline.
The loose shirt he wore became transparent as it clung to his body, showing off every flexing fiber, bulging under his tan skin. As he looked at me with glassy eyes, barely visible in the dark, my dick twitched involuntarily. He loomed over me, threateningly.
Suddenly, dad slapped me and shoved my shoulders until I was turned around. His big hands manhandled me as if I was some stubborn animal and not the slim, frightened twink I really was.
Standing face to the wall, water raining on me, I heard a tearing sound and looked behind me. Dad was ripping his wet shirt apart. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his massive biceps against me. I could smell the beer in his breath and the musky scent on his skin as it was slowly washed away.
He used the two pieces of his shirt to tie my wrists to the pipe that ran along the wall. My hands were bound below my waist, forcing me to bend down. I arched my back instinctively, presenting my ass without even thinking about it. It was almost completely dark anyway.
Dad kicked my legs apart, grunted something I couldn't make out and before I figured out what was going on, I could feel the sensation of his tongue on my hole, flicking across, slobbering around it, wandering up and down my crack and lightly pushing in.
The echoes of my moans was not quite drowned out by the rushing water and drumming beats. Dad's thick fingers spread my ass cheeks apart, inching closer and closer to my hole, where his tongue licked up, down and around.
I stood with my legs apart, hands tied, back arched and breath heavy. My small dick bounced with every heartbeat. Exposed to hot streams of water I could feel that I was starting to sweat, becoming even wetter. I couldn't say if it was the super-viagra or my natural desire, but I wanted to jerk off badly, the rimming only increasing the sensitivity in the leaking rod I was kept from touching.
Dad didn't waste much time spreading my hole with his fingers. He rose up, slapped my ass as he grabbed my hips tightly and leaned against my thin back. His huge pumping pecs and bulked up stomach pressed into my arched torso.
He sucked on my neck, planting hickeys along my throat and collarbones as far as he could reach forward. Still unaware that he was holding his own son, he lined his dick up with my hole, rubbing along my crack as he humped slightly.
I shivered, unsure what awaited me. I had never seen dad's dick hard, only sneaked glances when he entered or left the shower. Lustfully wriggling under his grip, I was hoping that what I had seen before was already his full size.
My ass was dripping with the huge muscle man's sloppily applied spit that I heard him generously distribute over his own member. Looking behind me I tried to guess the size that was about to enter me, but in the darkness I was unable to perceive more than the massive frame of a lifelong bodybuilder with perfect genetics, looming over my tiny body.
He noticed me turning and grabbed my hair. Half yelling, half mumbling something incoherently, he pulled my head into position, to arch my back painfully far, his other hand holding up my ass. I was on the tip of my toes.
The dick tore my sphincter asunder. My scream reflected off the shower walls around me, making my ears ring with the sound of my coarse voice at maximal volume.
Dad pulled the tip back out and let go of me. Before I could begin to collect myself and focus on anything but the torment in my rear, he was back. He shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth. It was my underwear that I had dropped just before stepping in. The item was already wet through and through, but I bit into it to muffle my noises. I couldn't imagine how he would react if he discovered it was me.
He held me tight, his big arms wrapped around my chest, his head right next to mine. One more time he pushed in. I screamed less this time, controlling my breathing to breathe through the pain.
The massive man's grunts became the dominant sound in the small space we occupied. He leaned back and spanked my ass, occasionally letting his hands wander along my sides to tickle me.
I squirmed under his assaults, making him laugh guttural chuckles. He pushed in further after applying more spit to his dick. My insides were on fire again. Although, I had to admit it was a different kind of pain to hot sauce, it was similar in intensity.
But this one subsided fast as I grew accustomed to the inner pressure. The aching stabs gave way to uncomfortable rubbing – and finally pure pleasure. And then... My dad fucked me hard.
When I stopped screaming into my underwear, he stopped holding back. His hip slammed into my ass with loud bangs. Flesh hit flesh, while the man I admired more than anything in the world violated my teen body.
My only regret was that he didn't get to take my virginity. I couldn't help but cry. Whether it was from the emotional experience of finally being so close to my step-father, or simply the pain and humiliation of taking this huge dick in a dark wet room... well, it was probably both.
Several times he leaned in to suck on my neck again. Other times he pulled my hair. One moment he choked me, another moment he spanked my backside. Even in his drunk state he was a perfect fuck.
The boiler ran out of hot water and the shower turned freezing without warning. Both dad and I yelled in shock. He turned forward and turned the valve. The shower ceased.
He unbound the shivering, sobbing mess I was from the pipe. I spat out my underwear. Dad's dick never left my guts.
Just as I dropped my untied arms, straightening my aching back, dad tightly grabbed my hip and turned me around. He held me up effortlessly, still inside me, and stepped out of the shower.
He slammed me against the smooth tiled wall, leaving me nothing to hold onto and let gravity work in his favor. He went balls deep.
I have never been so full. I couldn't have imagined having enough room inside me for this much dick. As my wet body dried, sweat took over again.
Dad stepped back, holding onto my waist. I slid off the wall, ass out, and dropped on all fours. Now I was on the floor and got fucked like before but dad went even harder, his grunts getting louder.
He held onto my hair with one hand and whipped me with my own drenched underwear. His whipping got more frantic and unfocused as he moaned higher and hoarser.
While I couldn't see what he was doing, he changed his position slightly. And all of the sudden he was rubbing that spot – that special spot I had discovered only just tonight.
"Hng, yes Sir," I cried out, disregarding all caution. "Fuck me like this Sir, please. Fuck."
Dad's hand's gripped my neck and pressed until my airflow was cut off. The blood rushed into my ears making it impossible to understand his slurred response.
A tingling crawled up my spine as I became light headed. I slammed my fists on the ground, wreathing more than before. The tingling spread into my limbs.
I had ignored my dick but it was still hard and even though it paled in comparison to the felling in my ass, it was still calling for attention. I didn't dare to grab it, despite my hands now being free.
Dad let go of my neck. Air rushed back into my lungs and I came. With violent tremors my dick twitched five times, spraying cum on my belly and chest from below, from where it dripped into the floor.
Then it was dad's turn, sent over the edge by the tightening of my hole that the cumming had invoked. He screamed a primeval shout that echoed from the walls. His fingers dug into my flesh.
With trembling legs I took his seed. He shot multiple loads into my ass, making it overflow as he pulled out and pushed in again a few times to squeeze out the rest of his jizz. I clenched my sphincter to assist, which took up the last bit of my power.
He pulled out. I collapsed. Since I was already on all fours I simply dropped my head on the ground, ass still in the air, cum running from my hole.
With the most intense part of sex behind me and my mind cleared post-orgasm, I realized that dad could still easily notice it was me. I couldn't quite let that happen.
Ignoring the pulsing, throbbing pain of my sore hole and the hundred other little hurting spots all over me, I got up and began to walk out. Dad was breathing deeply and regularly behind me, making me think he had fallen asleep.
Groping my way along the wall, I made my way back into the gym and searched for the light switch there. Finding it, I was presented with my reflection – a red faced, wet haired, messed up twink. Hickeys and spank marks darkened all over me, many in areas I couldn't hope to hide.
As I heard dad get up, perhaps awoken by the light, I rushed out, back into the basement corridor. I was still naked, having forgotten to grab a towel on the way out.
My dick was as hard as ever thanks to the super-viarga. I already felt the horniness find its way back into me. Streams of drying cum were distributed over my torso and dad's cum had formed a few lines down my legs. I shook my head to get the water out and ruffled it back into a presentable style. That was as much as I could do.
I had to get out of the corridor before dad came out of the gym and saw me standing there. But upstairs was the lobby. It only took one guy to spot me rushing past the living room and I'd be found out.
To my great relieve the party was basically over. The noises I could hear made me think that most people had already left. Nobody was in the lobby. I made my way up the stairs. No one was in the upstairs corridor either.
Walking past the doors of my sister and step-brother I congratulated myself. I'd fall into my bed and sleep through the next week or so. I was exhausted emotionally, mentally, physically and in every other way.
The bathroom door at the end of the corridor opened. I was so close to my room, but I wouldn't make it there in time. Maybe I could make it back down the stairs.
My sister's room opened too, just as I had past it. I was trapped. My only option was... Kale's room.
I pushed open the door as silently as my speed allowed and left it slightly ajar to not make any noise. The room was dimly lit and I didn't pay attention to it. I glanced outside into the corridor, hoping I would not be seen.
A shirtless male fitness model walked out of the bathroom. An adult bodybuilder thicker than Titan and hairy came out of my sister's room, dragging two female models with him.
The bodybuilder and the fitness model acknowledged each other with nods. The trio that had come from my sister's room went downstairs, while young Mr. Fitness with his perfectly V-shaped torso and handsome face looked into the room where my sister had probably just served one man and two women.
I couldn't hear what he said or what my sister answered, but he began to pull down his pants before he was even inside, closing the door after giving me a glimpse at his bubble butt.
My sister had told me that she planned to lose her virginity on the day she turned 18, but she seemed to like experimenting as much as she could. I wondered if she would be upset that I had gotten fucked so much tonight despite only being 17. Fucked even by dad.
Determined to leave Kale's room, I took one quick look around. There were all his sports posters and trophies. There were his supplements and magazines. There was...Kale.
My brother was sleeping, sprawled out on his bed. Above his covers. Naked, save for a white jock strap.
I moved back towards the wall instinctually and hit the light switch. Kale didn't even twitch. He was out cold. But now I could admire him in all his glory. Something I had never done before, always trying not to stare, afraid he might catch me.
My big – very big – brother was completely wasted. As I knew from experience I didn't have to fear waking him up by accident. His friends had drawn on him and worse, while he had slept on a crowded sofa in the middle of a dance floor.
Stepping closer I listened to his soft, regular breath. Kale was, and always had been, a mouth breather. Drunk Kale was no different. His plum lips were parted as he breathed, not quite snoring, but soundly.
His face didn't look quite his actual age. Sure, he had the smooth, tanned skin of a 20 year old, but his jawline and cheekbones were developed further than most adult man could hope for. He took after dad, looking like a more chiseled version of him.
With Kale's long eyelashes, close cropped hair and thin line of bear framing his jaw, it was no wonder he was already a model. Dad probably didn't have to use any of his contacts.
And that's not even mentioning what was below the manly face and thick neck. Veiny, lean arms were loosely draped next to my brother's massive torso. The smooth pecs rose and sank with every breath, lifting his hard nipples.
He had the best abs in the family, every bulge equally pronounced from top to bottom, framed by a strong V that stayed lean even when he was bulking. It was as if his entire torso pointed at his crotch.
This was the first time ever I got to see Kale's bulge close up. He was clearly taking after dad in that department, too. Dark stubble at the root of a rod almost as thick as my meager twink wrist, stretched the jock strap visibly. The shape let me guess it was ending in a fat mushroom head. A wet spot from a single drop glistened where the slit would be. Was it piss of precum? I couldn't tell.
Suddenly I was overcome with regret that I didn't get to taste dad's cum directly from the source. Only getting one condom-load tonight was not enough and considering that it might have been the last time I got that chance...
Peering into the waste bin I spotted two more condoms. Maybe it was because I was painfully hard and horny, maybe the taste was just too alluring. I fished the condoms from the bin and gulped down the drops of slimy jizz. It wasn't that good. The cum was cold and mixed with condom fluid. Not at all how I remembered it.
I looked back at my brother. I wondered if it would wake him up if I well, if I...
Having gone through so much tonight, I decided to take the risk. This was definitely not typical of me, but now that I had been enabled in my new-found love for dick, there was no risk I wasn't willing to take.
Carefully I went on all fours, climbing onto the bed. I positioned myself between the mountains of meat that were Kale's legs. His smooth calves and hams were clear cut bulges that raised his legs from the covers. They were spread enough to allow me access. I wanted to touch and lick every inch of his defined quads but I didn't want to waste time either.
I pulled on the jock strap, smelling the wonderful scent of herbal shampoo and dried piss, mixed with Kale's own body odor.
The penis was magnificent. Even semi hard it already showed pumping veins. His balls were big and relaxed in his strap. My perspective was right between his massive legs onto his abs and ended were his pecs hid his face.
I flicked my tongue across the dick head once. Getting no reaction I lightly sucked on it, working my tongue over the slit and kissing up and down the shaft.
Kale got hard, but didn't wake up. I repositioned myself. I lay on my side, one of my hands circling around my hole, the other slowly jerking myself off.
My brother got fully hard fast. I fell into a rhythm of sucking his dick pushing a finger in my ass and rubbing my own dick head. Kale filled my mouth out nicely, but I really had to stimulate that spot in my ass to get the ultimate experience.
His delicious cum was only seconds away, I just knew it. My own orgasm was close too. This was exactly how I wanted to end this evening. Nothing could keep me from tasting my reward.
Behind me, I heard a sicker.
I let Kale's dick plop out from between my lips and twisted my head around. In the doorframe stood Titan and Sexgod, filming my on their phones.
With an embarrassing twitch I shot my load onto my stomach. As I came I let out a badly suppressed moan and my eyes rolled back into my head. With one lag raised and my finger still up my ass, I froze in place, blushing.
"Well," Titan said, "looks like our little fag couldn't help himself."
"P-Please," I whispered, "I- just..."
I climbed off the bed and stood as close to them as I dared, hoping they would keep their voices down. I looked down at the ground, unsure of what to say.
"We had a little chat," Titan continued, "Not just with each other but that Will guy. He just left, but he told us interesting stuff. It's hard to believe what a perverted fag you are. Too bad Will isn't here to see this. But I can at least send him the video. ...aaand sent."
Sexgod chuckled. "You're pathetic, do you know that?"
"Um, yeah, I- Please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything. I'll-"
Titan interrupted me. "Of course you'll do anything, Camron, or should I say Cum-dump. You talk back, hesitate or misbehave once and this video goes to Kale and your dad and all of your friends."
"No, please." I wanted to shout at them, shout that I was willing to do whatever it took. But I had to keep it to a whisper. Three guys talking might just be enough to wake Kale up after all.
I had to give me phone number to both men. They had me promise that I would serve them and everyone they rented me to. I was also informed that Will was planning more pranks he wanted to test on me before applying them to his actual victims.
It took maybe a minute until I had made all promised they required of me. Sexgod and Titan left. They had what they wanted. I stood naked and cum drenched in my brother's room. The party guests who hadn't gone home were probably asleep in various spots across the living room.
I didn't know how to feel. I should have been embarrassed. I should have hated my situation, but somehow... I was looking forward to serving Titan and his friends or Sexgod and the other frat boys. Even Will's pranks were something I anticipated with curiosity. Maybe it was the super-viagra talking, but I wasn't mad at all. I wanted nothing more but a good night's rest. And dick.
Turing around, I closed the door from the inside. Kale was still soundly asleep. My mouth watered at the thought of his cum. I wasn't going to let that opportunity go to waste.
I had gone from shy virgin to sex-freak in the matter of hours. And only because of merciless violation by some brutal guys and a drunken dad. As I sunk back on the bed, I licked my sore lips. Kale was about to get the blowjob of his life and not even know it.
I had gained a completely new level of confidence.
There were many more experiences waiting.
I was going to take them.
Life had changed.
What a night.
Fuck.
And that concludes the story of Camron, the boy who finds his submissive side in one night – the ultimate night.
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