
This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly semi-nc/reluctant and
a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an under-aged teenager or between 
teenagers, involving elements of punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, 
humiliation, exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you 
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop 
reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father Harry, a 
big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason, Jimmy seems to bring
out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on, Harry finds more and more
perverted ways in which to use and abuse his step-son, even bringing in his other 
boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and 
pretty much anyone else he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories,
this one is told from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 4: Weekend Treat (1)

by Casey



Hitting the shower was a relief. I was so exhausted that I could only sit down on the
bathroom floor as the hot water ran over my soiled body. But I knew that my daily
ordeal was far from over. As usual, after shower I'd have to wait for my step-father 
in his bed, naked and ready to be used. A memory flashed before me of that time when 
I'd caught the sight of Harry fucking my mother on the same bed with the door open. 
He'd looked so huge and hairy, like a bear looming over the smaller form of my mother. 
She had moaned and squealed like a skewered pig. A very happy, skewered pig. I'd 
quietly wondered how it'd have felt to be in her place.

I fingered my loose, sore hole and decided that I'd clean myself inside as well. I
took the hose I normally used and connected it to the tap. After making sure I had a
good mix of hot and cold water, I shoved the other end of the hose up my ass. The
thing went easily into me, and I was immediately filled with the sensation of
pleasantly warm water flooding my guts. Living with Harry had turned me into a
completely sexual creature and I began to enjoy the feeling as the hose 'fucked' me
and filled me with its warm, copious 'piss'. Oh yes, 'piss-enemas' was nothing new to
me by then. Despite everything, my teenage cock began to stir.

I focused my mind on other things and continued with the rest of my preparations more
quickly. I used the warm water twice more to clean my insides, rinsed myself under
the shower, dried myself with a towel and then brushed my teeth. If I thought about
it, I couldn't help knowing how pointless it all was. Here I was, all clean and fresh,
only so that Harry could come up and defile me some more. But I knew that to disobey
him would only make things ten times worse. After I was done in the bathroom, I went
to the small table beside the bed and took out the tube of lube from the small drawer.
I squeezed some onto my palm and then worked it into my freshly cleaned hole. It was
all part of my nightly routine, whether my step-dad eventually came for me or not.

Once finished, I climbed onto the bed, slipped my naked figure under the blankets and
waited patiently for my 'husband'. I was more than ready to fall asleep. In fact, I
was quietly nodding off when Harry finally came into the room. He didn't come to the
bed straightaway but proceeded to the bathroom where I could clearly hear the sounds
as he farted and relieved himself. He emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes 
later with his boxers dangling in one hand, scratching idly at his hairy, medium beer-
gut as he regarded my sleepy form. He smiled lecherously as he climbed up onto the
bed, making it creak slightly under his heavy weight. His hefty, hardening cock swayed
menacingly under his naked belly.

As he crouched hugely over me, his unwashed odor once again filling my lungs with his
overpowering musk, he brought one hand up to stroke my hair gently. "Look at you, all
washed up and waiting for Daddy's cock, like an obedient little cunt. Do you want
Daddy's cock? Huh? Do you want Daddy's cock inside you again? Tell me, boy."

I looked up into his eyes and tried to hide my defiance as I said, "Yes Daddy, I want
your cock inside me. Please fuck me, Daddy."

My step-dad paused. "Well, I'm sort of tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"No Daddy," I cut in quickly. "I need your cock now, Daddy. Please shove your cock
into me and breed me like the fucktoy that I am, Sir!"

It was our almost nightly game. He found it amusing to make me beg for his cock, to
pretend to be tired or uninterested as I desperately offered myself to him like a
whore. The first few times, when I hadn't understood what I was supposed to do, I had
paid for it by begging all of the members of the soccer team to suck their cocks. By
that time, Bobby was firmly in cahoots with my step-dad. He was Harry's eyes and ears,
and he'd started to report everything I did or didn't do at school to my step-dad. I
had no choice but to beg them all, even shocked, straight Danny who was then my best
friend. It was either that or risk an even worse punishment.

"Well, all right, if you insist," Harry sighed. "But I'm only doing this as a favor,
boy, because you asked me very nicely."

"Thank you, Daddy!" I said as earnestly as I could manage. "Daddy's so kind, your
little cuntboy owes you one, Daddy."

"Damn right he does," Harry growled as he yanked the blankets off of me. Then he
positioned himself between my thighs, nudging my legs apart roughly with his knees as
he lifted my hips level with his crotch. Within seconds he'd driven his rod deep into
me, his shaft sinking smoothly into my lubed and well-used hole. He shifted forward a
little more and then sat back on his heels with his tool buried almost completely in
me. My legs were splayed on either side of his thick body as his hands held my hips
and butt off the bed by my slim waist. Then, with a wicked grin at me, he began to
move his hips and drill his cock repeatedly into my boypussy.

I hadn't realized that he'd crowded me towards the wall until my head began to bang
against the headboard. I brought my hands up and pressed them against the wood to try
to protect my head but all I managed to do was soften some of the blows. Pretty soon
even that no longer worked as my step-father's constant movement against me inexorably
pushed me ever upward on the bed. Within a few minutes, I was being fucked with my
head bent to one side and my temple and cheek pressing and smacking noisily against 
the wooden panel.

Harry didn't care a whit about my discomfort. He looked as if he'd be more than happy
to fuck me right through the wood. In fact, at one point he pulled my head by the hair
to one side so that my other temple and cheek would take the pounding instead. The 
constant knocking banished all sleepiness from me but despite the pain, the merciless 
treatment and the incessant rubbing of his cock on my over-stimulated prostate were 
having the usual effects. My tired boyclit slowly began to stiffen and I began to moan 
lustily at every jab of his big Daddy cock.

We came together about ten minutes later, me shooting a meagre four spurts of clearish
white cum onto my boy-belly and Harry unloading what felt like an undiminished 
quantity of manseed deep inside me. My cock felt so sore that I almost expected it to
burst. Harry slid me down the bed and collapsed on top of me, his heavy body pressing
my small form right into the mattress. As I struggled to breathe, Harry propped 
himself up on one elbow and began to lick my face like a dog would lick its puppy.
Then he moved his head lower and began to kiss and lick at my nipples. I whimpered as
his teeth captured my tits and began to pull savagely on them.

Harry still had my legs splayed apart under him and I realized that his cock was still
inside me. It seemed to have softened a little but was still thick enough to fit very
snugly in my boyhole. As he continued teasing and biting my nipples, my step-dad
brought a hand between my legs and inserted a finger in my pussy, right alongside his
firmly lodged cock. I could feel the elastic band of my sphincters giving way to
accommodate the additional intrusion. He followed this up with another and another
finger until all four fingers on his hand were stuck up my boycunt, right under the
pulsing belly of his own shaft. I moaned long and low at the feeling of fullness.

"Feel that, boy?" Harry said to me, startling my eyes open. He was speaking so close
to my face that he was practically breathing into my open mouth. "Remember what I
promised you? Soon you will be able to take both my cock and my fist in your cunt at 
the same time. Soon we would've worked that once-tight fuckhole wide enough that I'd
be able to jack myself off inside you. How'd you like that, huh, slut? You'd have the
largest twat ever seen on a boy. You'd be famous! All boy-lovers all over the country
would be queuing up just to get a look at it."

I helplessly responded to this pronouncement with another long moan. As usual, Harry's
words put pictures in my warped head, images of big hung men queueing from the foot of 
the bed and down the stairs and even outside of the front door and stroking their
cocks as they waited for their turns. "Oh yeah," my step-father said as he began to
fuck me with both his cock and his hand. "When I'm done, there's gonna be nothing left
of you but one great big hole for people to dump their cum and piss into. You're gonna
be a useless piece of worn-out meat, a piece of trash for the rest of your life,
enjoyed only by perverts who like to fuck boys with their feet or some other huge
part of their body. By then I would already have another boy with a sweet tight pussy
to break in, so it wouldn't really matter to me, except for the money that you'd be
bringing in."

Over the next hour or so, Harry fucked me in all sorts of positions. Sometimes he'd
have my feet on his shoulders as he pounded into me, other times I found myself
kneeling on the bed with my knees wide apart and my face pressed into the pillows as
he ploughed me. I came yet again while we were lying on our sides, one of my legs
lifted up into the air as he fucked me from behind. My balls had nothing left so it
was a painful dry orgasm. It was quite a while yet after that before my step-dad
finally came again. I think I dozed off the moment the bed stopped rocking.

* * *

I threw open the curtains and slapped Jimmy's half-exposed buttocks. Bright morning 
sun flooded into the room.

"Morning, boy," I greeted him cheerfully as his eyes fluttered open. His expression 
did not change when he saw me. The fact that I could not tell what he was thinking 
irked me a bit, but I shrugged it off as I had resolved to make this an enjoyable day, 
at least for me. I simply kept smiling down at him until he averted his gaze.

"I just love weekends, don't you?" I said buoyantly. "It means I'll get to have you
all day!". His seeming indifference made me want to get under his skin as quickly as 
possible. He was supposed to be all cringing and horrified at the thought of being
used by me all day long. Not this unresponsive lump of boymeat.

"Come on, boy," I yanked the rest of the covers off him, exposing his nakedness to
the room. He looked delicious. Despite the previous night's exertions, my cock 
twitched. I lowered the tone of my voice dangerously. "Let's go."

Something flashed in his eyes. Was that a flicker of hatred I saw? I grinned and 
scratched at my exposed balls, letting the scrawny kid take his fill of what he'd 
have to contend with for the rest of the day. I saw his eyes following the movement of 
my hand and resting for a couple seconds on the sizable piece of sausage hanging 
between my legs. I knew he could never resist stealing a look at my cock, no matter 
how much his face showed his spite. I waited for him to get up.

He did, too slowly for my liking, but I let it go for now. I had a lot planned for the 
day and Jimmy would be totally involved soon enough. As he got to a sitting position, 
I saw him stiffen. Ahh, he must have just learned about the buttplug. I had inserted 
it into him last night, careful not to wake him up. Not that I cared about his comfort
or about him getting enough sleep. I just loved to spring these nasty little suprises
on the boy. The plug had slipped fairly easily into his cunt, loose and sloppy as it
was. And it wasn't a small one, either. He had moaned a bit, but made no other
response, probably dreaming that I was inserting my cock into him again. The slut.

"Keep it in," I told him in no uncertain terms. "Wash up and come to the kitchen. I 
expect you to be there in not more than ten minutes. Starting from now." As I turned 
away I noticed the stains on the bed; beautiful signs of our latest lovemaking. It 
gave me a rush to know that those were my dried up semen in the bed that I now shared
with my son. Mine and his, forcefully ejected out of him when I jammed my babymaker 
into him. And there was more still in him, coating his insides and prevented from
spilling out by the buttplug. My cock twitched again.

Jimmy was in the kitchen before I even remembered to check the clock on the wall. 
Well, at least he still remembered the sort of punishment he would get for disobeying 
a direct order like that. He stood there stupidly before the counter, naked and
looking deliciously naive with water still dripping down his wet hair.

I smiled at him as I swung the sizzling pan over. "Today we're having bacon and 
sausage," I announced cheerily to him. I slipped the two sausages and the strips of 
bacon from the pan onto a plate and handed the latter to him. "Now go and take this 
over to the living room, but don't eat yet ok, you don't wanna start without me!" As 
Jimmy turned without question, I added. "Oh yeah, and put the videocam on playback for
me, will ya?" I grinned to myself as I saw the base of the black plug peeping out from 
between his waggling asscheeks.

I pretended to be busy in the kitchen until I could hear the sounds from the tv. I 
smiled, wiped the grease off my hands and strolled over to the living room. The boy 
was standing by the long couch, his plate deposited on the coffee table. He was trying 
hard to look anywhere but at the television.

Of course, I didn't need to tell him that I had earlier inserted one of our very own 
home-made tapes into the videocam. It was another of those home movies that me and Sam 
thought up and made together; man, that guy's twisted. A sort of seedy music was 
playing in the background, and there was Jimmy, standing straight and facing the 
camera, clad only in his bikini briefs. Behind him stood a tall heavyset man, quite
naked and with a raging hard on that looked horrifyingly large beside the boy's frail
pale body. That'd be me, of course, but you couldn't see my face, as it had been
masked out and showed up only as a sort of fuzzy circle. That'd be Sam's handiwork, as 
well. He's pretty good at this editing stuff, too.

The Jimmy in the room may have been trying to feign disinterest, but the Jimmy in the 
video certainly wasn't. Probably because we had both threatened to beat him up bad if 
he didn't do exactly what he was told. Before long, that Jimmy had started to gyrate, 
his shoulders rolling up and down to some sleazy music. His hands soon began to rub 
all over his body, massaging his lean abdomen and chest and finally playing with his 
nipples. He twisted and pulled at those small pink nubs as if he really meant it, 
rather surprising considering he was supposed to be doing it under duress. And he was 
mouthing 'Oohs' and 'Aahs', too, even as his body jiggled around. It looked pretty 
authentic to me. Didn't I tell you he was a real slut?

I paused on the doorway to enjoy the sight of the cunt squirming by the sofa trying 
hard not to look at the television, as if trying to deny that he had anything to do 
with any of that stuff. I knew why it bothered him so much to watch it. It wasn't just 
because of the humiliation of seeing himself behave so sluttily, or the despair at 
witnessing the procession of depraved acts that he allowed himself to do at my 
bidding. It bothered him so much because it turned him on, which really was the 
ultimate confirmation that he liked to be treated that way. Even as he squirmed, I
saw that his little cock was already stirring with excitement. Fuck, I could be a 
fucking shrink, the way I could easily understand my step-son's deepest desires and 
emotions.

The Jimmy in the video had stopped dancing and had gone closer to the big stud (me), 
positioning his backside in front of my big, rock hard cock (with his body slightly 
sideways to the camera) while looking up archly over his shoulder at me. One slim 
teenage hand reached behind him for my cock, grabbing the base (his small hand barely
had a grip on it) and gently pulling it to one side until the angry head was pointing 
right at his hole although not quite touching it. Jimmy, already on tiptoes, then 
began to rock his hips forward and backward, miming a fucking motion although my cock 
remained outside of his warm velvetty hole. With his face once more looking straight 
at the camera and his eyes brimming with wanton lust, a sight that would surely tug
at the heartstrings (or cockstrings, rather!) of anyone who saw it, Jimmy began to 
moan very flirtatiously.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Oh god please fuck me Daddy. Fuck me and fill my boypussy with your 
mancum."

It was rather good, and I'm fairly proud of myself for having trained him to do that 
look and to say those words just right, just the way I wanted. It took a while for 
him to truly nail it and most people might have given up halfway, but I always got 
what I wanted even if it took hours (in this case, four) and a lifetime's worth of
spankings. By the time he got it right, Jimmy was bawling like a baby and even my 
shoulder was beginning to tire from swinging the paddle, the belt, and my bare hand.

I glanced over at the boy to enjoy the bright crimson of shame on his face.

Jimmy was almost fully hard now and I strode into the room, passing between him and 
the tv (during which he managed to steal a glance at my fully-engorged mancock!) 
before plopping myself down on the sofa. "Sit down, boy." I told him. He sidled in 
between the sofa and the table and sat down slowly beside me, not quite letting his 
body touch mine. I saw him twitch slightly as the buttplug in him nestled deeper due
to how the leather gave way under his weight. He was still trying his best not to look
at the tv. 

Unknown to the boy, earlier in the kitchen I'd turned up the heater and done some
light exercises, just to get a healthy sweat going. It was important for Jimmy that he
tasted me in all of his daily meals, and as they say, breakfast is the most important
meal of the day!

"Okay, let's get some breakfast into you, boy. Now get a hold of that bacon," I told 
him. To my annoyance, he looked at me inquiringly. "What? Use your hand, bitch." 

Jimmy grabbed hesitantly at one corner of a strip of the warm meat.

"You might wanna hold it more properly as you're gonna have to pick it up."

My step-son paused and then slipped his hand under the bacon before lifting it up.
Then he looked at me uncertainly.

"Good," I said. "Now wrap the bacon around my cock and rub it up and down like you're
jacking me off. You might wanna kneel here between my legs so it'd be easier."

For a second, Jimmy froze, but then I saw the resignation in his eyes. He pushed
himself off the sofa and knelt before me as I spread my legs wide to make room for his
naked body. He looked so fragile and fair, a cute little angel between my thick, 
tanned, hairy thighs. He brought his hand to my waiting cock, positioning the piece of 
bacon under my shaft. He had to use both hands to make it wrap all the way around. The
warm bacon felt pleasant as Jimmy began to rub it up and down my dong.

"Yeah, work that meat on my cock, boy." Grease began to coat my tool, making it start
to glisten.

After a few minutes, I put one hand on the boy's wrist to make him stop. "Now take
the meat and slather it all over my balls, boy. Make sure you get all of my sweat."

Jimmy cupped my balls with his hand and massaged the bacon around them. There was no
doubt that a lot of my smelly manly sweat was getting onto that piece of meat. "More,
boy," I urged him. "Get all of that grime between my balls and my thighs. I want that
bacon to smell of me and only me." By now, Jimmy was looking at the piece of meat in
his hand as if it was a rattlesnake.

"Good. Now stick it in my asscrack and rub it hard in there. Make sure you get all of
that filthy sweat on your meal."

The boy obeyed, the mixture of horror and surrender on his face a joy to behold. I
let him do his job for a few more minutes.

"Ok, boy. You can eat it now," I told him. "Do it slowly, one nibble at a time."

The strip of bacon looked more like a stained rag than food, but Jimmy brought it to
his lips, anyway. He looked like he was about to be sick. The meat smelled very
strongly of my bodily excretions. It was the only proper kind of food for a slaveboy
like him. His body was merely a dump for my wastes. It didn't deserve normal food.
Whatever he ate, it must first be mixed or coated with my manly essences before
consumption so that he'd never forget his place in the scheme of things.

I made the little fuck rub his second strip of bacon on my balls and in my crack and
then in my sweaty armpits before devouring it. I watched delightedly as he gagged and
almost threw up several times. He hadn't seemed to have much problem whenever I told
him to clean my crack or armpits with his tongue prior to this, but I guess bacon and
mansweat was almost too strong a mixture even for the cockhungry cunt. After that, I
made him eat the sausages, but not before rubbing the ends firmly into my sweaty and
greasy asscrack before taking each bite. I told him to make sure that he twisted the
sausages around whenever he got near my asshole so that they gathered all the tasty
seasoning from the rim of my not-so-clean anus. He should thank his lucky starts that
he was getting such delicacies for breakfast. Most other boys never got to taste their
old man's ass in their food.

When he'd finished both bacons and sausages, I told him to lick the grease clean from
his fingers, my armpits, my balls and my cock. After all, good enough lube as it
might've been, grease would probably be not very good for his insides when I fucked 
him later.

By the time he'd cleaned me up, the Jimmy in the video was lying on his back, his 
legs up in the air, and fucking himself with a long cream-colored dildo. He was
running his tongue on his lips and moaning seductively towards the camera. "Please 
come and fuck me, Daddy," he was saying. "This rubber cock feels so good but I want a
real cock so bad. Nothing feels as good as a real man's cock, Daddy." The video was 
about halfway through, although it didn't really matter as I had it on auto-repeat. 
I beckoned at Jimmy to rise.

"Turn around," I told him. When he did, I grabbed the base of the buttplug and yanked
it brutally out of his ass, making him grunt sharply. I watched with fascination as 
his gaping asslips pulsed once and then twice before puckering up.

"Back up and sit down on your special seat, boy," I ordered him. Jimmy knew what I
meant so he shifted backward and then started to slowly lower himself onto my cock.
I let him ease himself down until my cockhead was completely inside him, and then
grabbed his hips and jerked him down hard onto my lap. The fuckwad threw his head
back against my shoulder and howled. I marvelled at how pretty he looked even while,
or maybe especially while, screaming in pain. The screams subsided into small mewling 
noises as his insides began to adapt to the intrusion. It's had a great deal of 
practise so it took a much shorter time to do so nowadays.

"Please fuck this little cockslut, Daddy," the Jimmy in the tv was saying. "I must 
have cock. I need to be filled with cocks all the time. Please ask all your friends
to come and fuck me, too. I need to be used like a whore, Daddy." I've noticed that
fucktoys like little Jimmy just couldn't bear seeing themselves performing lewd acts
or being used. The idea that their deepest shame had been recorded and could be shown
to just anyone over and over again was a source of both great humiliation and 
unbearable excitement. I used this to my advantage all the time. Of course, I had yet
to disclose to the boy just how many people had already received emails containing
various clips from our home videos!

I began to move him up and down my cock, and after a few moments of twitching around
the boy's delicate body sagged weakly against me. I think he was getting close to
zoning out on me. Constantly getting fucked over several days sometimes did that to
him. Well, he wasn't gonna get off that easy.

"You feel that, boy?" I asked him. "That's contentment you're feeling. That's
happiness. You're content with your life because you're doing what you've always
been destined to be doing. You're being used as a fucktoy, a mindless sex object. And
deep inside you, you know that's what you'll always be."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jimmy stiffened for a moment and then scrambled his way 
off my lap. Or tried to, anyway, until I grabbed him with both hands on either side 
of his slim waist, jerked him back down and held him there, squirming but not going 
anywhere soon. For a few seconds he struggled against my grip, pushing away at my 
thighs and hands as if he didn't quite grasp the situation. I let him at it until he 
ceased all by himself, finally seeming to understand that he was supposed to stay put. 
*I* certainly wasn't surprised that we had a visitor (or visitors, rather), given that 
it was I who a few days earlier had arranged for them to drop by this morning. Seeing 
the boy's reaction was worth it in itself, but more was yet to come, and I had no 
doubt that I was in for a very enjoyable day.

Jimmy's head twisted around to look up at me, his doe-like eyes wide and almost in 
tears, sweet lips parted and panting from his ineffectual struggles. I smiled down at 
him, fully enjoying his panic.

"Daddy, please," he whimpered. "I.. they'd see me like this!"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, they probably would," I agreed with
him.

"Come on in!", I shouted out loud. "Door's not locked!"

Jimmy began to struggle again but my iron grip didn't budge an inch. "It's really not 
very polite to be flailing about in front of guests, don't you think, slut?". I 
tightened my grip and jerked him real hard onto my cock, burying my tool back into
him to the roots. It drove the breath from the boy.

As Jimmy's toes curled up at the sensation of my cock probing deep inside him, the 
front door opened and two fairly hunky guys came in, one black and one white, followed 
by my old friend and fellow boylover Sam himself. The two strangers were clad in 
t-shirts and jeans, and looked fairly impressive, with thick upper arms straining to 
tear at their short sleeves and well-built thighs bulging in worn denims. And they 
both sported sizeable baskets between their legs. Sam was of course in his usual 
leather biker gear. I grinned as I saw the two new guys stop dead in their tracks and
did double-takes. Their eyes moved slowly between Jimmy and the tv and then back to
me and the boy. Sam just peered past their shoulders and grinned back at me. I glanced 
at the little fuckslut on my lap and saw that the boy's eyes had opened again and 
were staring straight at the men, his face stricken. Fear and shame made his cheeks 
burn a bright red, making him look even cuter. He was so shocked that he wasn't even 
struggling anymore.

"Hey there Harry, what up?" Sam greeted me casually. "These are the friends from the 
construction site I told you about. This one here's Rob and that black motherfucker's 
called Virgil."

I nodded pleasantly towards each of them. "Sorry guys, I would stand up and shake your
hands, but I'm kinda like busy jerking myself off," I apologized.

The two guys looked at me blankly.

I raised an eyebrow. "What, oh this?" I said, indicating Jimmy. "Well some people like 
to use their hands. I prefer to use a life-size toy. Feels like a real pussy, too."

I watched them as Sam's friends digested this. It was so hot to be introducing my 
slut of a boy as nothing more than a jerk-off toy for me. I was laying it out early 
on that I didn't treat Jimmy as a human being, and that I didn't want them to treat 
Jimmy as one either. I wanted them to see a fucktoy, a sweet set of holes to be used 
and plundered as they saw fit, a mere tool for them to satisfy their sexual needs. 
Despite his predicament, I felt Jimmy's slutty hole twitch around my cock. It was a 
sign I knew well - the boy was starting to get turned on by all of these. The boy was 
getting off on my introducing him as a male fucktoy to complete strangers! I mean, 
only true cockslave sluts would actually get hard just by getting introduced to other 
men as what they are, right? I glanced down and saw that the boy's cock was indeed 
stiffening, and then I saw the two men noticing it, too. That'd disperse any doubts 
they might've had.

Sam came forward. "Not a problem, man. Don't let us interrupt you. You don't mind if 
we got ourselves a little bit more comfortable, though, do you?"

"Hell no," I told him back. "Make yourselves at home, guys."


(To be continued..)
