Your Kinky Boifriend

A wonderful follower recently sent me copies of the original versions of my stories, which I wrote almost a decade ago. I'm posting them here, unedited, for folks to enjoy.

Chapter One

RUPERT

“Wealth buys many things,” I relaxed into the fine leather chair I kept in my playroom. “For example, it bought me this property, it bought me my anonymity, it even bought me this playroom.”

The two bois between my legs kept quiet. They were meek little things, shy and nervous behind their blindfolds; busy with their nightly chore – sharing a quiet half hour, lips wrapped around my hairy sack.

I’d had Jason longest. He was a sinewy lad of 23 – his young muscles taught from years on his high school and college swim teams. I’d popped his cherry almost a year ago, but he still had a strong resilient streak. His lips were bright red, puffy from sucking on his Daddy’s cock.

Benjamin, had been much more receptive to my strong hand. He was 22, a bookworm I’d seduced slowly – plying him with gifts and soft kisses. The first time I tied him up, he begged me to fuck him! So I did what any Man would do, I dropped a nut in his cunny and smuggled him back to my mansion. He’d been my some-what willing guest ever since.

“One thing wealth can’t buy?” I ran my fingers through their hair, “Devotion. Love.”

As both bois wiggled nervously, I could hear the sound of tiny bells jingling. I kept their cocklets locked – it was the surest way of keeping them focused -  and I decorated their cages with tiny blue ribbons and bells. They made delectable sounds when my bois were attending to their duties.

I cupped their chins, lifting them away from my sack, “Love is something that has to be given,” I grinned, “You love me, don’t you bois?”

“Yes, Daddy.” They both chimed.

I guided their heads back toward my ample sack, “Prove it.”

Each boi took one of my nads into his mouth, slurping and suckling for their master’s delight. I relaxed back further into the chair, content that my bois would do their best to please. It was a shame my shaft had to go unattended while my bois proved their love. I sighed contentedly; it wouldn’t go unattended for long.

RYAN

I wasn’t used to attention from men, especially not someone so attractive.

“You’ll have to let me buy you dinner sometime,” the tone of his voice made me think he was interested in more than dinner.

I tried my best not to blush, “I think I’d like that.”

The man before me was easily in his mid-forties, but I could tell he kept in shape. His well-tailored suit indicated a degree of wealth and his cocky grin gave him an air of sophistication. “What about tonight?” he offered, “I know a really great restaurant not too far from here.”

I’d always had a thing for older men. They had an air about them, a confidence that bordered on superiority. This man was no exception, “I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled, “What did you say your name was?”

“Name’s Rupert,” the man winked, “but most pretty things like you call me ‘Daddy.’”

I blushed profusely, looking back at my computer screen to check the time. “T-tonight?” I tried to act cool, but I was blowing it. “That sounds perfect.”

His grin softened, “Wonderful, when do you get off work?”

“Our office closes around 5:30,” I explained, “But I have the closing shift, so I won’t be ready to walk out the door til about 6.”

“6 it is then,” He leaned across my service counter, close enough to kiss me, “See you then.”

And with that he was gone, out the door and on his merry way. I sat at my desk, unsure if the last 15 minutes of my life had actually occurred. I had seen him many times at the theatre where I worked, but he’d rarely said more to me than ‘Hello.’

“Just breathe, Ryan,” I told myself. A giddy excitement filled my body, “You have a date tonight!”

RUPERT

“There’s something different about that kid.” I thought about Ryan as I wandered through the manor. Maybe it was the way he blushed when I said his name, or maybe it was how he seemed to hang on my every word.

I strut into my playroom to check on Jason. Despite all his progress, he’d tried to escape again, and I’d devised a humiliating punishment for the lad. “Jason, Daddy’s back from his errand! Have you been a good boi while I was away?”

The boi writhed atop one of my favorite toys. At first glance he appeared to be tied to a simple pommel horse, but if you listened closely you could hear the thrum of machinery from inside. Jason was impaled on a very thick dildo that curved wickedly against his pussy spot.

“Isn’t Daddy nice?” I gloated, “He lets you play all day long even when you try and leave him.” I grabbed the controls for machine, “Why did you try to run away pretty boi? Daddy cunted you… who else is gonna understand what you need now?” I turned the speed up.

Jason was lost in the rut, whimpering pitifully and bucking his hips. Through his fully toned core muscles I could see the subtle outline of the monster he was riding.

“How are you going to make this up to me?” I grabbed Jason’s chin, “How about a kiss… huh… will you kiss Daddy?”

The boi nodded frantically and I turned off the machine. Tears welled up Jason’s eyes, the beautiful tears of a boi giving in. I removed his gag, leaning in for a kiss. He gave his whole mouth to me in a frantic and desperate attempt to please. It was exhilarating.

I broke our kiss, “Much better boi…”

I manipulated the controls of the machine and the entire pommel horse began to slowly lower to the ground. The horse bottomed out at the floor, leaving Jason’s mouth at just the right height.

“I bet you’re thirsty after that long ride,” I flashed him a warning glance, “Are thirsty boi?”

He nodded eagerly, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. I’d have to punish him for that tomorrow.

I unzipped my slacks and parted my briefs to expose Jason’s lover; Its length was something the boi was very familiar with. I’d cunted him with it, taught him how to be a good boi inch by veiny inch. He was going to apologize on it, lick his way back into my good graces.

“Show me how you say ‘sorry,’” I flopped my meat against his cheek, “What do horny bois do to say ‘sorry?’”

Jason opened his mouth as wide as it could go, sticking his tongue out alluringly.

“How pretty,” I cooed, lowering my limp meat onto his soft tongue.

He closed his lips around the tip as the first drops of golden piss washed out onto his tonsils. He let the warmth pool in his mouth, waiting for Daddy’s instructions.

“Good boi…” I groaned, watching his cheeks puff out, “Swallow it down.”

His little clitty-stick was still locked, but he oozed boi-juice from the tip. He rocked his hips meekly, still riding the monstrosity in his quim. I locked eyes with him and slowly turned the machine back up to full. He whimpered and trembled as the vibrations increased, eyes glazing over as the heady brew from my cock filled his tummy.

“Daddy’s got a hot date, but don’t you worry.” I caressed his forehead, “He’ll make sure you stay entertained all night long.”

Chapter Two

RUPERT

Ben was in the kitchen, cleaning and preparing for the little dinner party I was having this weekend. He was such a good boi.

“Hello, Daddy,” he cooed as I entered.

“Hello, Boi,” I took a moment to admire him. He was dressed in a backless jock and small cleaning apron. His smooth behind was hairless and supple. I insisted both my bois get waxed every four weeks, for aesthetic purposes. “Not getting into any mischief, are we?”

He blushed and put down the special vegetable chopper I’d commissioned. It was attached to the counter and worked much like an elementary school paper cutter. There were no spare knives or forks in the entire house – nothing my bois could use in the midst of a tantrum. I spared no expense to keep my little family safe.

“No, sir,” he swished his hips from side to side, “I’m only naughty when you ask me to be.”

I sauntered over and stood behind him, cupping and spreading his ass. After all, it belonged to me. “Do you want to help Daddy with something a bit more… stimulating?”

He giggled as I explored his crack, “Always…”

I looked over at the clock, and it was around 2:45 PM. After I’d checked in on Jason’s punishment – and given him something special to drink – I’d taken a quick shower and laid out what I planned to wear for my date with Ryan this evening. There was still plenty of time to enjoy Benjamin’s gentle touches.

“Daddy has a hot date tonight,” I reached under Ben’s apron and tugged affectionately on a nipple, “And you know how hot and bothered Daddy gets. He needs to blow off some steam or he’ll scare the new boi.”

Ben turned to face me, “I-I know Jason misbehaves, but aren’t we enough?”

I couldn’t help but grin, my boi was jealous. “On your knees,” I ordered tenderly.

He sank down and rubbed my inner thighs with his soft hands, cooing like a whore, “I’m a good boi… isn’t that enough?”

I slapped him, roughly. Maybe it was time I put my little slut back in his place. “Open your mouth.”

He looked a bit hurt but quickly presented the back of his throat. I took out my already hard member and thrust it all the way inside. Ben gagged so hard he almost retched.

“See?” I grabbed the boi by the ears and held him down, “You can hardly take it. I thought you were a good boi?”

Pretty little tears began to stream down his cheeks as I thrust ever deeper past his tonsils. It was difficult to see under the plastic of his jock-cup, but I knew his little caged sex was quivering. It was why I needed to collect them – my little boi-sluts – they weren’t happy until they were being trained.

I pulled out, dripping with saliva from the back of Ben’s mouth, “Get up, and put your hands on the counter.” I ordered, “It’s time for your cunny to have a turn.”

He slowly rose, wiping the tears from his reddening eyes. He was so cute when he cried. He turned around and put both of his hands on the counter, reading himself for our rut.

I reached into one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out a tiny pink bead. It closely resembled a bath bead, but instead of making bubble bath, this particular brand was chock full of tingling lubricant. I slipped the boi-bead past the lips of Ben’s pink twat, knowing that in a few moments his body heat would break it down and his cunny would be lubed for the taking.

“What are these?” I massaged his nipples.

He gasped from my rough attention, “D-daddy’s nipples?”

“That’s right,” I kissed the back of his neck, “And what is this?”

His whole body shivered as I reached under his jock, “M-my little clitty-stick?”

“You got it, baby,” I reached even lower, teasing his already slippery hole. The boi-bead had fully lubricated Ben, and he was ready for a thorough breeding. “You’re a boi,” I continued, “And boi’s don’t have cocks. That’s why Daddy’s here, to share his cock.”

RYAN

The food was delicious, and I found myself enjoying the conversation with Rupert. I wanted to know more about him.

“So you do corporate work?” I asked, sipping the red wine he’d selected.

“I did in my twenties,” he flashed his winning grin, “Now that I’m an ‘ol man I’m thinking about an early retirement.”

“Really?” he seemed to have his whole life together, “I think I’ll be lucky to retire by the time I’m 60!”

The food came in courses, something I was completely unfamiliar with. I tried to remember which was the salad fork and which was the dinner fork, and if I was messing things up Rupert did not remark on it.

“And what about you?” he asked, “What are your aspirations?”

“To be honest,” I looked down at my plate, “I’m not really sure… I keep trying out different fields, but nothing seems to stick. It’s not that I’m a bad worker – all of my supervisors have begged me to stay on – it’s just that…”

Thomas supplied me with words, “You haven’t found your purpose yet.”

I looked up at him sheepishly, “That’s probably how all twenty-somethings sound, right?”

“Not all, but it’s a common enough problem. Don’t sweat it, Ryan.” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand, “I’m sure any day now you purpose will walk up and claim you.”

Chapter Three

RUPERT

Ordering a second bottle of wine was exactly the right choice. A third bottle of wine would have put my prey to sleep and then I wouldn’t be able to have any fun.

“You look a little flushed,” I whispered to Ryan, “Or do you always blush when a man kisses you?”

We were back at the manor. Ben and Jason were downstairs in the playroom, leaving the rest of my house empty. As we toured one of the living room I could see Ryan’s nervousness, he had never been surrounded by wealth like mine.

I gently pushed him against the wall, eager to see how far he’d go. As our mouths entwined for a second time he whimpered. The boi needed to be taken, needed to be taught his place. I felt my cock harden, imagining all the sweet noises it would elicit from his pretty mouth.  I’d found the perfect addition to my little family.

I should have waited longer, but I couldn’t resist, “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Ryan admitted nervously.

“Do you feel this?” I took his trembling hand and pressed it against my still covered length. “Do you know what this is?”

“Your cock,” he was like a kid in a candy store.

“That’s almost right,” I whispered, enjoying his touch, “This is your new purpose, boi.”

I enjoyed the look of confused arousal on the boi’s face, “Purpose?”

“You said you were ‘struggling to find your purpose,’” I continued, “You want it, don’t you? You to make it feel good. Just be a horny little boi-slut…”

“That’s so hot,” He rubbed my cock eagerly through my slacks.

I knew I had to have him. I pulled away slowly, “Follow me.”

RUPERT

The boi looked helpless as he lay on my bed, blindfolded and bound. It had been easy – Kiss after kiss lulling him into my trap. His arms were tied above him, his pink nipples on display for my explorative mouth. I grinned as he begged for more.

"D-don't stop," he stuttered as I engulfed one of his areolas.

I parted his legs, eager to see his tiny cocklet drool. Fully erect, it weighed in at just under five inches, making Ryan the least endowed of my bois. I couldn’t wait to see how helpless it would look in a clitty-cage. His small patch of natural pubic hair would be removed tomorrow, but for now I let him enjoy his freedom.

“P-please,” The slut was blissed out from being suckled, “Fuck my ass!”

I bit down on his nipple, harshly.

He cried out, “Ouch, Rupert that hurt!”

I released his tit, freeing my mouth for instruction, “Bois don’t get to use naughty language,” I reached down and slipped my fingers into his crack, “Besides, I don’t feel an ass…” I kissed my way down his frame, lifting one of his legs to grant easy access to my prize. On my way, I reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a very special boi-bead.

“Men have asses,” I continued, “Bois like you have pretty little pussies.”

Before he could protest I slipped the boi bead into my mouth and began eagerly kissing his quim. I raked my beard against his tender flesh, knowing the effect it would have on his ego.

“I don’t have a p-pussy…” He was in cunt-boi heaven; he just wouldn’t admit it yet.

Using my tongue, I manipulated the boi-bead toward the lips of his blossoming gash. With slow deliberate thrusts I was able to coax the bead up into Ryan, secretly implanting him with the lube I’d need to take his cherry.

With a final kiss I pulled away from him, “Are you sure?” I began to manipulate his nipples again, “It tastes like a pussy.”

He was a flushed mess, “N-no…”

The bead was doing its work, releasing a special blend of lubricant and tingle-inducing gel as it melted. I could see Ryan fighting the urge to buck his hips. Bois are so easy to train…

“You look all hot and bothered,” I lowered my fingers to his hole, “But there’s only one way to know for sure.”

I slipped my index finger inside, eliciting a high pitched gasp from Ryan.

“Pussy’s get wet when they want something,” I began to finger him in earnest, “Ryan, I think your pussy wants something…”

“Please…” he whimpered, “I need it…”

Another of my digits burrowed into his twat, “Where?”

He was defeated, “In my p-pussy…”

“That was almost right,” I kissed him, “But it’s Daddy’s pussy now.”

Ryan curled his delicate toes. “It feels so good!”

I removed my fingers from the boi’s fresh gash, “You seem ready, baby…” I slapped his twat roughly, enjoying his moan of fright and anticipation, “Say ‘Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for cunting me.’”

He giggled, “That’s so dirty, I-”

I struck him again, harder. “That’s not it. What do you say if you want Daddy to knock you up?”

Ryan blushed, but he was a slave to the lube tingling away in his cunny, “Thank you D-daddy… Thank you for c-cunting me.”

“That’s better,” I lined up my girth, finally ready for a proper rut, “If Daddy gets too rough feel free to cry out.”

“OoooooooOOO?” It was like my dick forced the pitiful wail from behind his lips, “It’s gonna break me in two!”

I pushed forward, allowing my weight to drive our union ever closer, “It’s just eight inches,” I teased, “Open up… give it to Daddy...”

I locked lips with him, tasting his mouth as my cock tasted his quim. Fear smelled good on him, his cocklet softening to a much more desirable limpness. It was time to re-enforce that weakness.

“It’s so soft,” I nibbled on one of his ears, “Your cunny’s so warm baby, you must be in heat...”

The bois mouth was ajar, his mind fully absorbed with new sensation. I loved opening up a new pussy-boi, they’re always surprised by just how much they like it.

I began the fuck. Carving out a home for my manhood inside the helplessly bound boi. The lube would be having its secondary effect now, causing little muscle spasms and overstimulating Ryan’s p-spot.

“I don’t understand,” his moans were increasing in pitch, “It’s n-never felt like this before!”

“Ever had a Man inside you?” I took a moment to appreciate the sound my balls made slapping against him, “Never felt your pussy quiver?” I whispered confidently, “I knew you were a pussy-boi...”

He groaned, desperate to stay in control despite all the strange pleasures. I knew he was close to something momentous, a key moment in his new life. You have to train a boi based on his needs. Some bois want pain, but others? Other bois need pleasure. I sped up my thrusts, urging the boi to new heights of sensation.

“I’m cumming!” the confession shocked him. I felt his cunt begin to spasm around its new master.

He was perfect! None of my other bois had cum so quickly! “Beautiful!” I picked up my pace, eager to inseminate the newest member of my family. “This is just the beginning,” the slick sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, “MY boi, I’m gonna make you MY boi!”

I burst with a roar, flooding my newest prize in his deepest, most intimate of places. He trembled like a doe, completely unaware that I was claiming him for good.

“Welcome to my family,” I kissed him, pounding my nut home, “You’re gonna fit in here perfectly.”

“What…?” the boi groaned, still in the throes of bliss.

I pulled my cock from him with an audible pop, leaning over his trembling frame to grab a small plug and some medical tape from the bedside table, “Don’t worry about that now,” I kissed his cheek, “You just focus on getting sleep.”

“Go ahead and untie me,” The boi cooed devilishly, “I think I could go another round!”

I leaned down and picked up my underwear from the floor. It would be a special treat for him on his first night in the mansion. “Open your mouth,”

“Okay,” the boi grinned, “I’ll take anything you’re willing to give!”

I quickly pushed my briefs into his mouth, taping over his mouth to ensure it stayed stuffed.

“Hmmmhhh?” The boi thrashed against his bonds, upset at the sudden change of events.

“Shhh...” I quickly parted his legs, slipping the small plug inside to make sure he stayed fertile all night. “I have to go check on my other bois… so you just focus on sleeping.”

Ryan squirmed about on the bed helplessly, muffled screams catching on his new Daddy’s undergarment. I almost felt sad to leave him, but I knew that all bois needed a night to adjust. He was home now, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Four

RUPERT

My loins ached. I’d always been a sexual man; able to go four or even five rounds at once. It took all of my will to talk away from Ryan, leaving him bound and gagged in his new room. I wanted to watch my seed slowly leak out of his gash, hear him suck the pre from my underwear, and listen to his sweet frustrated groans as he tried to free himself. Clearing my head, I decided against it. There was a much naughtier boi who required Daddy’s attention.

I rounded the corner and opened the door to one of my special playrooms. It was time to have some more fun.

“Nnnnn…” Jason was abruptly rousted from his sleep. When I flipped on the light a secondary circuit was also triggered, activating his most recent punishment. A cluster of vibrating eggs deep in his gut burst to life, as well as a pair taped to each of his nipples. As an extra cruel measure I taped one to the bottom of his cage – between his tip and sack – forcing vibrations to blossom throughout his trapped sex.

The pièce de résistance, however, was the blackout urinal helmet. The boi was very headstrong, which meant that he needed a great deal more focus and stimulation during his training. While the vibrations kept his attention, the complete lack of sensory information to his eyes kept him frustrated. His tongue poked through a tiny whole in the bottom of the urinal, ensuring that his mouth stayed open and tasted everything his Daddy offered.

I walked over to him confidently, “Some bois just got done pleasuring this cock,” I gestured down at my junk, aware that Jason couldn’t see a thing, “When will you learn that pleasure is all it takes to keep Daddy happy?”

Jason whimpered as I grasped his head, readying him for a lesson.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I let myself go, a pool of acrid, post-sex piss pooling in the urinal helmet’s trough. “Be a good boi – take care of Daddy’s guests this weekend – and he’ll give you another chance.”

But Jason couldn’t respond, he was far too busy gulping down mouthfuls of ‘punishment.’ I’d have to be careful; too many more days like this and he’d start to like it. His soft Adam’s apple bobbed delightfully as he swallowed, the piss pooling in his tummy more potent than any spanking.

I finished, and shook off the last few drops into his trough; waiting patiently for the boi to finish his long drink, “What does a good boi do?”

I saw the tiny pink flesh of his tongue peek through at the bottom of the urinal, slurping and suckling for every last drop. He hoped to please me with obedience, and it was almost working.

“Good boi,” I patted his head affectionately, “I can’t wait to introduce you to your newest house-mate. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you put on a show at my party.”

The boi moaned, distracted by a belly full of piss and vibrating eggs.

I chuckled, releasing his head and making my way back toward the door. “Don’t worry,” I called back, “I’ll leave the light on so you don’t get scared.”

JASON

“No, PLEASE!” I screamed undiscernibly from behind the urinal mask. “Rupert, PLEASE don’t leave me here all night!”

But it was too late, the door had already closed behind that perverted monster. I leaned back against the cold tile of the suite – Rupert affectionately called the room ‘pissy-boi heaven’ – and tried not to focus on the powerful vibrations coursing through my body.

It had been almost a month since my last true orgasm. Benjamin and I had been groaning about it for weeks and Rupert had lost his patience. “You really want to cum?” he bounced us both on his knees like we were misbehaving children, “Remember that you asked Daddy for this.”

Benjamin’s warm six inches tickled the back of my throat, and I groaned as he swallowed my thick six and a half. We had been tied together in the ‘marital suite’ – a room chock full of white lace and silken underthings – our aching members invading the other’s throat.

My ass had been first on the menu, Daddy Rupert stuffing it with a thick rope of anal beads. “That’s a hungry quim,” he teased, “How many beads do you think’ll fit inside?”

The answer was ten. As he shimmed the eleventh bead up my shoot I popped; three months of pent up juice flooding down Benjamin’s hungry throat. I hated to admit it, but it had been the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.

I tilted my head to the side, grimacing as a tiny rivulet of Rupert’s piss dribbled onto my tongue from the side of the urinal mask. The tang of his ‘punishment’ made me think of his cock. It was uncut and covered in dark hair; the tip curving upward to wickedly tease the back of your throat or mischievously rub your p-spot. His pre was smooth and silky; tasting sweet, like a heady form of honey.

“NO!” the thought practically screamed through my head, “Don’t think about him!”

It was hard not to. The vibrations were so strong, and the scent of his piss so potent. “Be a good boi for him,” I felt a tear trickle from the corner of my eye, “Be a good boi and he’ll make you cum again!”

RYAN

I screamed into the warm silicone ball gag, trembling as Rupert manipulated me to yet another orgasm.

“One more, baby.” His voice was stern but tender, “Curl those pretty toes and give Daddy one more.”

He’d left me alone and bound for such a long time. I’d thrashed about uselessly on the bed for what felt like hours before tearfully admitting my defeat. Time crept by and eventually I’d fallen asleep; the warm stickiness of his seed sloshing about in my freshly sewn hole.

“See?” He’d caught my meager load in the palm of his hand. “Still more boi-juice trapped up in there.”

He’d suspended me stomach down from the ceiling with a sturdy set of ropes and knots. Every few hours he had come back, adjusting me into some new, yet equally frustrating, position before delicately stimulating me. It was maddening. This time, my rump was spread eagle and my erect boi-hood pointed directly toward the floor.

“You’re so eager,” Just like all the other times, he smeared my load into the flesh of my rump. “How many times have you cum for Daddy today? Seven? Eight?”

In all honesty I’d lost count. He used different implements and toys to bring me over the edge; each orgasm more earth shattering than the last.

I whimpered pitifully as his index finger drew tender circles around my sphincter. “No,” shook my head, unwilling, “He can’t make me. Not again!”

He removed his finger with a playful flick, “You’ve been such a good boi today – cumming when Daddy wants – I think you deserve a special treat.” He walked over to the bedside table where he seemed to store a limitless supply of devices, “A gift, from Daddy to boi.”

I cringed as he began lubing up my cock, his gloved hand slick with some creamy substance. He smeared it all over my hardened sex, from my tip down to the root of my freshly waxed sack. It tingled, and I got the unnerving feeling that ants were crawling over my shaft and balls.

“Let’s give your nipples some too,” He pinched and kneaded at my areolas, covering them in the same tingly concoction. “Shake your head ‘yes’ if you’re Daddy’s good little boi.”

I furiously shook my head ‘no.’

“You’ll be a good boi soon enough,” he chuckled, “You just need the proper stimulation.”

My cock felt like it was on fire! The cream he’d applied was starting to burn and tingle almost simultaneously. It wasn’t painful, but it was completely overwhelming. I groaned into the gag as the same sensation started on my chest.

He crouched down, looking me square in the face, “Will you be a good boi?” he fiddled with my ball gag, “How about a little kiss?”

I was completely powerless to stop him. He shoved his tongue past my lips, exploring my unwilling mouth.

He pulled back, “Not quite enthusiastic enough,” he re-inserted my gag, “We’ll give you an hour or two with the cream. See if it adjusts your attitude.”

Sweat began to drip from every single one of my pores. I was consumed by insidious lotion he’d rubbed into my body. Was he really going to leave me here like this?

“Don’t you worry,” Rupert moved toward the door, “I’ve done this many times before. You’ll be a good boi before you know it.”

RUPERT

The boi was completely covered in sweat, “P-please kiss me Daddy.”

I manipulated Ryan’s overstimulated cocklet with a gloved hand, “Did you learn your lesson? Are you ready to be a good boi?”

“I’ll be your good boi,” he whimpered, “Please kiss me!”

I grinned, enjoying the look of shame and submission written across my new boi’s face. I’d left him for almost two hours, knowing full well the blissful agony he’d experience. “Pucker up, sweetness.”

Ryan’s mouth was eager for affection. His tongue danced across mine, desperate to show how grateful he was for Daddy’s discipline. I made out with him for several minutes, delighting in his soft gasps and moans.

“Are you ready to kiss Daddy’s cock?” I asked, pulling back, “It’s been longing to kiss you.”

“Please,” the boi looked almost forlorn, “I-I want to be your good boi… but the cream is so distracting.” He begged with his eyes, “P-please take it off…”

I stood up, my semi hard cock dangling right in front of Ryan’s pouty lips, “Earn it,” I instructed, “Show Daddy you’ve learned your lesson.”

Bound as he was from the ceiling, the boi had to strain with his entire body to reach my length. He looked so sexy, his tongue fully extended in an attempt to prove his love.

“Good boi,” I gripped the ropes suspending him and pulled them closer, “Make sure you start with Daddy’s nuts. That’s where I’m warming up your dinner.”

He was a natural born cock sucker. He started with wet kisses all over my sack, slurping on one nad at a time with his pretty lips. I fed him my shaft, loving the delicate gagging noises he made as I explored the back of his throat. The boi seemed particularly interested in my slit, already starting his addiction Daddy’s spunk.

“Don’t swallow,” I ordered, close to shooting, “A good boi savors Daddy’s gift.”

Leaving only the tip inside, I began to seed Ryan’s mouth. The boi’s inexperienced tongue darted against my sensitive mushroom, making me grunt with pleasure. I could only imagine what he’d be capable of after a couple months of training.

“What a good boi,” I gingerly left his mouth, wiping my last drops against his upper lip, “Remember not to swallow baby.” I moved to the back of the room and grabbed a box of baby wipes. I wiped the tingly concoction off his aching sex and nipples, rewarding him for a job well done. “I think it’s time for you to meet the rest of the family.”

Chapter Five

RUPERT

Ryan hung from the ceiling, his mouth still full of my spunk. His cocklet was rock hard and his hairless sack was pulled up, ready to shoot for the ninth time in 24 hours. He looked perfect.

“I’d like to introduce you to your new brothers,” I opened the door, “Benjamin? Jason? Why don’t you come say hello to Ryan?”

Ben entered first, awkwardly clutching his tummy. He seemed lost in a sexual haze; boish moans escaping from soft, pouty lips. His cocklet was locked up in a very thorough chastity belt that wrapped around and covered his butt. I’d stuffed him with a rather large vibrating plug, allowing it to slowly stimulate him as he did his chores all afternoon.

Jason followed him in, trying to stay quiet despite his obviously aroused state. He too was locked in chastity, but his pussy wasn’t filled with a plug. Instead, I had inserted numerous tingle-inducing boi-beads along with four weighted massage balls. The pressure of the ceramic balls on his boi-spot combined with the tingling lubricant, slowly raising his excitement to almost tantric levels.

“Ben, go give Ryan a kiss,” I ordered, “I left you a present, so make sure you savor every drop.”

Benjamin whimpered as he knelt down, the plug rubbing against his deepest parts. He locked lips with Ryan, both bois enjoying a sloppy, cum filled kiss.

I stepped up behind Jason, “Look at Ryan’s cocklet,” I nibbled on his ear, exploring his inner thigh with my hands, “It looks so kissable, doesn’t it?”

Jason whimpered as I rubbed against his locked up member, “Y-yes Daddy.”

Ben was making delectable noises as he rocked his hips from side to side. The vibrating plug mashed against his pussy spot, forcing the boi to give in to his inner slut. My chest puffed watching him and Ryan pass my seed back and forth; my little family was bonding!

Jason lapped timidly at his newest playmate’s cocklet, intrigued by the lusty smell. He may be more headstrong than the others, but keeping him constantly horny was doing wonders. It wasn’t long before he was engulfing Ryan’s meager member.

It was time for me to join in the fun. “What wonderful bois I have,” I moved around to and prepared to mount Ryan from the rear. His hole puckered and contracted deliciously as Jason gave him head. “Your pussy looks a bit lonely Ryan,” I lined up my shaft, “Don’t worry, Daddy will fill you up.”

RYAN

“Please w-wait Rupe-oooooo?!” The bulbous tip of my captor sank in, grazing me in all the right places. My body trembled uncontrollably as I approached another climax. “N-not again,” I pleaded with the boi in front of me, “I can’t cum again!”

“Daddy’ll make you feel good,” he murmured, mouth half full of spunky jism. “Let him make you a real boi.”

The boi forced his lips against mine, our tongues entwining in a seedy bliss. The other boi was busy between my legs; throating my cock with ease and fondling my sack with his soft hands. I was going to cum!

“Good boi,” Rupert sank in to the hilt, “You still have a little boi juice left, why don’t you feed it to your brother?” He jackhammered my hole with his cock, unrelenting in his quest to pop me off.

It built slowly but surely. My orgasm crept up on me incrementally as my body was played with expertly. When I came it was almost a painful thing; my balls all but dry from the day’s exertions.

I pulled away from Benjamin, “Oh god, please stop! I c-came!”

“Good boi,” Rupert pulled himself out of my hole, “Benjamin? Jason? Go lay down on the bed. Daddy has to give Ryan another present.”

I felt so dizzy, like a piece of my soul drained out of my cock. It was nice to have a moment to breath – to let my dick soften for the first time in hours.

“This gift is very sacred,” Rupert stood behind me fiddling with another toy. “It’s going to help us grow together – Daddy and boi – by building trust and commitment.

“Please let me down,” I groaned, “I’m so sore Rupert.”

“I’m not Rupert anymore,” he grasped my limp sex in his hand, “Remember? Pretty things like you get to call me Daddy.”

“What are you doing?” I struggled to look back toward him. It felt like he was slipping my cock inside something! “Let me down!”

A pit formed in my stomach. Rupert had just fitted me with a chastity cage!

“T-take it off…” I whimpered, “… I don’t want to be locked up!”

“But it’s so pretty,” he spun me around so I was facing him, “Just like you.”

He kissed me, trapping my jaw in his hand as easily as he’d trapped my cock. I felt myself getting dizzy again, felt my cock slowly fill it’s cage.

“Benjamin, Jason?” Rupert spun me around again, “I have to pump a load in your brother’s cunny. Why don’t you come give him a couple kisses?”

RUPERT

“I can’t wait to have you and the other gents over,” I spoke softly into the telephone, “I’m in the middle of training a new one, and I’ve got the other two locked up to make sure they’re eager.”

“You devil, make sure one of them is extra flustered for me,” Henry’s thick British accent made him sound much politer than he was in person. At a young age he’d inherited his family’s fortune in steel, which left much of his adult life open for the pursuit of pleasure. He had a large belly from years of drinking and there was nothing he loved more than using it to force a boi’s back to arch lewdly mid fuck. “You know I love it when they’re a bit cock-crazy.”

I looked down at my three bois, asleep after pleasuring their master all evening. “You’ll find all of em pretty eager, Henry,” I chuckled, “It’s going to be nothing but denial and edging until you show up with the rest of the gang.”

“I almost envy the pretty things,” he replied, “It’s not every day those sluts get so many cocks under one roof.”

We shared a laugh, “I’ll see you in a few days,” I wrapped up our conversation, “Have a safe flight.”

BENJAMIN

My loins felt cold, like someone had dipped them in ice. Stirring from my slumber I tried to reach down, but my wrists were handcuffed to some kind of collar around my neck. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was thoroughly immobilizing.

“Good morning, sugar” It was Daddy Rupert’s voice. He was in bed next to me, but I couldn’t see him. “I’ve got a special surprise for you this morning.”

It was like I was wearing underwear made entirely out of vibrators! I gasped as my entire nether regions were suddenly stimulated all at once. My cock, my sack, my taint, there even seemed to be a small vibrating plug slipped up inside my hole. “Oh Daddy!”

“Ah,” he chuckled, turning up the vibration, “For being a good boi.”

I shivered helplessly, “That feels amazing!”

“Good,” he wrapped me into a bear hug, “This little cage is a reward. I’ll let you wear it all day!”

Daddy was a very potent man and he needed bois like me. His games were so frustrating but they always taught me a lesson. I so wanted to be a good boi for him!

The vibrations intensified, forcing an almost feminine groan out past my lips. Daddy took the opportunity to pull me into a deep, wet kiss. His scent was completely intoxicating and it reminded me of our first night together. God I wanted to cum. I wanted him to make me cum. The vibrations were so strong!

He broke our kiss to speak, “It’s a little scary, isn’t it? All the pleasure a real Man can give you.”

Lost in the vibrations I bucked my hips, trying to indicate how horny I was. “Won’t you fuck me Daddy?” Maybe then I could cum!

“Silly boi,” he laughed, “You’re still thinking with your cocklet.”

It felt so good! “I’ll do anything, please let me cum Daddy!”

He kissed me again, taking his time as he explored my willing mouth. When he finally pulled back it was with a sense of satisfaction, “I know.”

Daddy wouldn’t be letting me cum anytime soon.

Chapter Six

RUPERT

Ryan sat on the floor in front of me, his hips bucking in moderate frustration.

The boi’s voice quivered with desperation, “Please Daddy, I need to cum.”

I watched him wiggle his ass in front of me, vibrations permeating his locked cocklet and hole. He’d been doing chores about the house all day while the cage hummed on a low, steady setting.

“Please,” he rubbed my thigh enticingly, “Haven’t I been a good boi?”

“Yes, I suppose you have,” I reclined in my favorite leather chair, “But Daddy’s friends are coming over tomorrow, and I want to make sure you stay on your best behavior.”

Ryan’s moans leapt up an octave as I increased the vibrations. It had only been a couple of days since I’d taken him, but he was adapting well. Today had been one long game as I used the cage’s remote to keep the boi stimulated. He was quickly getting used to following my orders.

“I’ll give you a little treat though,” I motioned to my lap, “Open those pretty lips for me.”

The boi’s mouth molded into a silent ‘O,’ need and arousal painting his face. It was adorable.

“Beautiful,” I puffed out my chest, “Now stick out your tongue.”

Even soft, my cock was still a mouthful. Ryan made a meek gagging noise as I pushed him all the way down to the base. I held him there firmly, allowing my musk to fill his senses.

“Look up,” I ordered, “Look up at Daddy.”

When Ryan’s cherubic gaze met mine I let out a small groan. He was perfect, quickly becoming my favorite boi. Gripping his head gently, I began to relieve myself.

“Swallow, boi.” I demanded, enjoying the look of fear and humiliation written across his face. “You want to prove you’re a good boi, don’t you?”

Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as I began to relieve myself. Defeated, the boi could do nothing but moan and swallow as I filled him with mouthful after mouthful of warm, yellow liquid. Although it wasn’t intentional, his tongue stroked my cock with each gulp. It was like he was suckling the piss out of me!

“What a good boi,” I cooed, increasing the vibrations to his pussy and cage, “You’ll never forget the first time Daddy lets you have this special treat.”

A horny, yet blank, haze clouded his eyes as the vibrations steadily increased. He began bucking his hips, desperate for more. As I finished pissing down his gullet, his movements added more stimulation to my cock – I was getting hard.

“What a little whore you are,” I gagged him on my half-erect length, “You must still be thirsty.”

The vibration was on its highest setting. Ryan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in Daddy’s cock. He slurped and lapped eagerly, knowing he’d be rewarded for being such a good boi.

“That’s my boi,” I thrust deeper, “Throat Daddy, show him how a slut says ‘I love you.’”

Ryan took my entire manhood, tenderly kissing it with his tonsils. He moaned as if in heat, somehow finding a way to lap at my sack with his dainty tongue while fully impaled.

It was too much, “Fuck boi!” I roared, the first shot of my climaxed bursting down his throat, “Swallow, take it right to the tummy!”

My orgasm lasted half a minute, but with a boi like Ryan it felt like an eternity. He knelt there between my legs, moaning and bucking. Tears of joy running from the corners of his eyes as he fully blissed out on Daddy’s cock.

“Keep it in your mouth,” I ordered, withdrawing from the boi’s throat, “You can suckle on the last few drops.”

His tongue felt like it was digging for cum. It slipped and slid across my head, spending extra time at my slit. Both of us were sweating after our exertions, and Ryan’s belly seemed to swell slightly. I imagined all my piss and seed sloshing around inside him.

“You are so beautiful,” I pet his cheek, “I can’t wait to show you to my friends.”

BENJAMIN

“Oh… Thank you Sir!” I moaned as one of Daddy’s guests suckled at my teat. “I’m a good boi,” I straddled the overweight Arab man as he reclined in a comfy leather chair. He bounced me on his seven inches while helping himself to the tender regions of my chest.

With a sharp nip, the oil baron released me from his mouth, “You sure know how to pick these bois, Rupert.”

“Daddy Bahdri?” I moaned whorishly, just like I knew he wanted, “Please let me cum?!”

It had only been a day since Daddy Rupert’s first guests started arriving, and I always got the privilege of being their first taste of the manor. So far, they had all been skilled cocks-men – their girths seeking out my boi-spot with ease. But every time I got close, Daddy was there to enforce his cruel rules.

“How many times do I have to tell you boi?” Daddy Rupert held up a small remote, “You don’t get to cum with guests.”

He pressed a button and a low – just short of painful – jolt passed through my sex. It was like an orgasm reset button, keeping me from coming anywhere near release.

“I’m a good boi,” I whimpered, Daddy Bahdri climaxing inside me, “I’m a good boi…”

RUPERT

Badri was one of my oldest acquaintances and another avid collector of bois. We started out as college roommates, but – after spit-roasting a couple of twinks our sophomore year – grew to be lifelong friends.

“Your Benjamin was simply delightful,” Badri remarked, “But I think I’ve missed Jason most of all.”

Jason knelt on the floor, his tongue exploring the crevice between Badri’s foreskin and crown. Badri’s orgasm was only minutes old, and his cock was just starting to soften.

“The boi looks thirsty,” I chuckled, “I think he’s missed you too.”

Badri grinned, “He does look a bit dehydrated.”

I knelt down next to the exhausted boi and looked him square in the eye. I wanted him to know how serious my command was, “Down to the base.” I watched the boi struggle, knowing what was to come, “Badri just got off a plane and only had time to play with one of your brother’s holes. Treat him right…”

Badri let out a low groan as Jason swallowed his entire cock. My friend’s whole body shivered as he let out his post-sex piss. Jason whimpered, but began to swallow respectfully as he had done for my other two guests as well.

“Maybe I should stay around for another week?” Badri reached down to caress Jason’s grimacing face, “I know this one has been giving you trouble... perhaps I could be of assistance?”

“Stay as long as you like,” I rose up and made for the door, “I want to go check in on my newest boi.”

RYAN

The powerfully built British man caressed my cheek. “Have you ever felt so beautiful?”

I trembled in front of him, breathless from the tight latex corset he’d squeeze me into. It ended just above my breast bone, leaving my nipples perfectly framed for his unique tortures.

“Are you going to sing for me tonight, little dove?” the burly man’s hand wandered lower. He used a calloused finger to draw a heart around my right nipple, “I love it when my doves sing.”

He pinched my teat roughly, forcing a whimper out past my gag. It was a pleasant pain, a rough gentility that Daddy Rupert told me I’d receive from Henry.

“I was told you’re new,” Daddy Henry continued, circling around my bound frame like a lion. As if the latex corset wasn’t restricting enough, he’d lashed my wrists to my thighs using an oddly sized pair of restraints and tied my knees together with a pretty bow of black silk. I was like an erotic Christmas present for him to play with at will. “Has Rupert taught you about all the naughty places you have hiding on your body?”

I made frantic eye contact with the British-man, cocking my head to the side to indicate alarmed confusion. He seemed delighted with my response.

He sat on the edge of our four poster-bed, “Come sit on Daddy Henry’s lap,” He pointed toward the center of his bulging leather cod-piece. “And we’ll see if we can find any new naughty bits.”

In my bound state I had to waddle over to him. It was a humiliating couple of paces, especially since I knew the letch was getting off watching me struggle. Despite myself, I found my caged cock longing for release and I desperately hoped it was one of the ‘naughty bits’ Daddy Henry wanted to explore.

He grabbed me by the nipples, pulling me back to sit on his firm lap, “We already know about these pretty little moaners, but how about… here?”

I squirmed in his arms as he tongued the base of my ear; nipping and biting at a spot that made my whole spine quiver.

“I thought so,” he whispered, “Or here?”

Breath fled my body as he wormed his hands between my tightly bound thighs. He caressed my soft skin, kneading and molding excited groans out of my lungs.

“You are a singer, little dove,” He teased, “I think I’m going to enjoy you.”

RUPERT

Ryan’s delicate, high pitched moans echoed out of Henry’s room and down the corridor. They were the deliciously desperate sounds of a boi doing what he was made for. Despite my faith in Henry, it made me wonder if I should have fixed Ryan with an orgasm breaker like the other two bois were wearing. I walked up to the open door – all of my guests left their doors open when playing with my bois – to peek inside.

There was my boi, Ryan, mounted on Henry’s cock; humping himself into a frenzy. Henry, for his part, gripped a small chain that was clamped to each of the boi’s nipples. He goaded and encouraged both the boi’s groans and his riding speed. It was brilliant!

“Sing for me little dove,” Henry teased, “Sing on your big Daddy’s cock!”

I grinned at the artistry of the moment. Ryan, one of my newest bois, was being broken in by a pro. He wouldn’t be allowed to cum – Henry was in complete control of the quivering boi’s body - but he would serve beautifully because he was consumed by the need. Besides, he looked insidiously sexy in the corset; his tiny frame even more slight and submissive.

I left Henry to his pleasures, knowing my boi was in good hands. It was time to go check on Benjamin and see how dinner preparations were going.

Chapter Seven

BENJAMIN

“You’re cunny is so warm,” The tall Russian man played at fucking me, only inserting the meaty tip of his cock inside, “I had to sample it again before dinner.”

I pulled my cheeks apart for Daddy Nikolai, eager to show him what a good boi I was, “It’s warm and talented,” I squeezed myself around him, “And so hungry…”

“You’re a delightful whore, aren’t you?” He sank deeper into my eager hole, stretching me with both his length and girth. “But are your eyes bigger than your pussy?”

Nikolai’s cock was the biggest of all Daddy’s guests, coming in at just over ten and a half inches. It gave him the ability to reach deeper into my hole than even Daddy Rupert, a fact Nikolai seemed to find grossly erotic.

“I knew the first time I fucked you,” he grunted, referencing our quick coupling upon his arrival, “You hadn’t been seeded in here… not this deep.”

I leaned against the kitchen counter for support, arching my back and stepping up onto my tippy-toes. “I felt it all day,” I whined, “It was so sticky…”

He pushed me against the counter, rooting me firmly with his manhood, “Felt knocked up, didn’t you boi?”

“Yes Daddy!” I groaned, enjoying the familiar heat in my tummy. As he began to fuck, my clitty-stick flopped about in it’s cage, a reminder that I was just a hole to these men.

“You tryin’ to get my boi pregnant Nikolai?” Daddy Rupert chuckled, “Can’t say I blame you.” He was leaning against the kitchen doorway, enjoying the sight of my pussy-filling.

“He’s got such a hungry hole,” Nicolai teased back, “I couldn’t resist!”

“Holes,” Daddy Rupert stepped forward, undoing the buckle on his slacks, “My boi has hungry holes.”

Nikolai didn’t miss a beat. He buried his girth inside me and clutched my hips; turning me away from the counter and toward my true Daddy. I opened my mouth joyously to take Daddy’s heady member inside, while Nikolai continued our rut.

“Will you punish him if dinner isn’t ready on time?” Nikolai asked.

“Most assuredly,” Daddy chortled, “He better hope these holes are as talented as they are hungry.”

RUPERT

It was one o’clock in the morning before my guests were satisfied and off to bed. My bois looked tired and well used, their bellies ever so slightly swollen from accommodating all our guest’s needs.  One by one I took them through our nightly ritual.

I came to each bois room, insisting that they knelt before me and swallowed my girth, “Kiss Daddy with your tonsils,” I instructed, “Show him which cock is your favorite.” It wasn’t a blowjob; it was just a reminder.

After that I tucked each of them into bed, “Open your cunny for Daddy,” I would whisper, sinking my stick into each of their quims, “Daddy’s always the last in here, you understand?” It wasn’t a fuck, it was a promise. These were my bois, and these were my holes.

Tonight I tucked in Ryan last, enjoying a long slow fuck. After feeling all my bois mouths and cunts, I needed some release. “Your brother’s are sleeping,” I nipped at his ear, “It’s your responsibility to help Daddy settle down.”

He hadn’t been mine long, but I already knew his body well. It was an easy thing to position my girth so it grazed his boi-spot. He buried his head in my neck, dizzy and hungry for my touch, “I’m so close,” he whimpered, “I want you.”

The boi was beautiful. Many of my other bois threw tantrums when I first claimed them. They cried, pouted, tried to escape. Ryan seemed addicted to his newfound servitude; taking to it more quickly than I’d ever dreamed.

“I know,” I moaned, depositing the last load of the evening deep into Ryan’s womb, “and I’m so proud of you.”

RYAN

“So many cocks,” I obsessed, even in my dreams. “Why won’t they let me CUM?!”

My cocklet was still locked firmly away inside its steel cage; sack red and swollen with pent up juice. Inside my belly churned the loads of piss and cum Daddy and his guests kept feeding me. He’d kidnapped me, raped me, even passed me around his circle of perverted friends… I wanted to hate it, I wanted it to make me sick, but all I wanted was more!

“You can do better boi,” Nikolai grunted, turning a page in the morning paper, “I would hate to have to cane you so early in the day.”

“Not the cane!” My mind screamed. “Just be good, good bois get to cum!”

I returned my thoughts to the task at hand – worshiping the powerful Russian’s low hangers. I was bound beneath the breakfast table, my head locked into position beneath his chair. There was a small cut out in the base where his potent sack dangled through, and if I arched my neck I could lap and suckle at his manhood.

“I’m a good boi!” I slurped the man’s potent testes, eager to serve.

“Much better boi,” Nikolai turned another page, “I’m going to see what tender little noises that mouth can make when we share some time in the playroom this afternoon.”

He had taken a liking to me on his second day, thrilled at my inexperience with everything – especially handling a man of his size.

I caressed his sack with my tongue, “Anything,” My mind slipping deeper and deeper away, “Anything to cum!”

The scent of Men – their tang and salty taste – was becoming second nature to me. With my cock taken away I found myself enraptured with my captors. They seemed to know every spot on my young body; every way to tease and torment me. Was something wrong with me? Why did I want to pleasure them so?!

Nikolai leaned forward, reaching for another strip of bacon or a bit more toast, forcing more of his sack into my appreciative mouth. I whimpered my thanks, embarrassed and thrilled that he was offering me a taste.

“Good boi,” he grinned down at me over his massive schlong, “Warm up the baby-batter so I can fill you with it later.”

JASON

 Bahdri had taken a special interest in me, and it wasn’t going well. It was his fourth day at the manor, and each day he tried a different method of breaking me. Spanking, sensory deprivation, even a bit of breath-play; nothing trumped my pride. He sat in the leather chair next to his bed, cane in hand and foot at my mouth.

“Such a naughty boi,” he scolded, resting the soles of his feet against my unwilling lips. He wanted me to kiss them, and offer my mouth in service. “It’s an honor to kiss Daddy’s feet – to wiggle that pretty tongue between each toe and suckle them clean… What are we going to do with you?”

Defiantly, I turned my head to the side, prompting a quick and cruel response from my master. A pained whine blossomed from my chest as he caned my taught sack, hard enough to hurt but not enough to damage.

“What a beautiful sound,” Bahdri exclaimed, “Let me hear it once more.”

We swatted my testes again; eliciting the same pained whine.

“Ohhhh, Jason,” The swarthy man grinned down at me, “I know just what to do with you.”

He rose from his chair and went out into the hallway. I counted his steps – full of dread – until he reached the toy room. “Oh god,” I thought to myself, “What is he going to pick up now?”

“I think we’re going to have to kennel train you,” Bahdri grinned, returning with a puppy mask and a mean looking tail-plug.

“Please,” I begged from my tied up position on the floor, “I just want to cum!”

“Silly boi,” he grinned cruelly, “That’s what Daddy’s do.”

BENJAMIN

“Just another twist, Benny,” Henry gripped my gator clamped nipple and tightened it one more time, “Beautiful.”

“It hurts Daddy,” I wailed, tears starting to form as he adjusted his toy.

“That’s what makes it so beautiful, my dove.” He kissed my forehead, “And it won’t hurt for long.”

Daddy Henry was a sadist. His sessions were always about humiliation, or testing my boundaries. I never left him scarred, nor did the pain ever last long, but my nipples felt so sore.

“Hey now,” he consoled me from across the room, picking up a small remote control in one hand and his scotch in another, “Let’s turn that frown upside down.”

He had tightly mounted me on a machine he called ‘the pussy-licker.’ A tiny, half-inch, nub pressed up into my hole, barely offering me any stimulation, and no matter how I wiggled I couldn’t dismount or pull myself off it. I was nervous about its actual function.

“Do you know how sensitive your pussy lips are?” He sat down in front of me, “Do you know how many nerve endings are in that little sphincter?”

I shook my head no.

He grinned, “Let’s find out.”

The machine came to life, sinking about an inch further inside – barely enough to stretch my hole before letting it close. It slowly built speed until it jack-hammered, forcing my twat open more times than I could count in a second.

“You like it?” Henry grinned hearing my low moans, “Let’s turn it all the way on.”

Vibrations poured out of the machine sending my whole pussy into a maddening heat. I screamed from the pleasure; a joy marred only by the pain in my nipples.

“Still feel the pain in those pretty teats?” He chuckled, “Give it a minute.”

As I did my best to grind myself into the machine something strange happened in my chest, “Henry?!” I moaned in ecstasy, “It feels so good!”

“Don’t get too excited,” he smiled, pressing the button to reset my orgasm. I doubled over as pain shot through my loins. He continued speaking, “Remember? No cumming.”

The pain in my locked clitty-stick brought me back down from orgasm, but was quickly transformed into an even more intense kind of bliss. “Oh my god!” I looked at him desperately, pleading for the pleasure to stop “D-don’t leave me like this!’

“I won’t leave you, little dove,” he assured me, taking a sip of his scotch, “Remember? I like to hear little doves sing.”

Chapter Eight

JASON

I humped away at a large stuffed animal, hands completely trapped inside soft, leather paws. My calves were bound to my thighs but my knees were padded. It was difficult to move, but the sensations were worth it!

“Your knot looks so tight,” Daddy Bahdri teased. He’d been slowly puppy training me over the past 2 days, and knew he’d broken my will. “Does puppy enjoy having a hole to play with?”

He’d stuffed my entire caged cock – sack and all – inside a long silicon dildo. It was anamalistic and flared at the tip, drooping obscenely between my thighs. He’d allowed me to stuff it inside the toy-animal, sinking the silicon into the playthings supple hole. Whenever I completed a full hump, a soft vibration would blossom throughout my chastity cage spurring on quicker fuck-thrusts.

“Lick Daddy’s feet like a good boi,” he grinned, “And I’ll give you a treat!”

I eagerly lapped at his toes, my mouth kept open with a special puppy muzzle. My lips couldn’t close, but my tongue was free to wag, lap, and taste anything in the room. Right now, it was busy between Bahdri’s toes.

“Look at that tail wag,” he grinned, “Must have found your sweet spot.”

Boy had it! Every time my hips moved, a little jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. I liked being a puppy. It made my cock feel good… It made me feel good.

“Fuck Bahdri,” It was Daddy Rupert’s voice. He must have been standing behind me. “I’ve never seen Jason so obedient.”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. All of Daddy Rupert’s humiliations were meant to break me, make me his eager slave. I’d resisted him the whole way, capitulating to his demands but never truly enjoying myself. Only days with Bahdri and he’d found a hidden weakness, a way to make me obey.

“The key was pleasure,” Daddy Bahdri spread his toes wider, allowing my tongue more room to wiggle between, “That and a helping of self-esteem.”

“Self-esteem?” Daddy Rupert chuckled, “He’s humping a stuffed animal!”

“That’s right, he’s humping.” Daddy Bahdri removed his foot and knelt in front of me.

His thick uncut girth dangled inches from my muzzle, dripping with sweet pre. From my earlier servicing, I knew it was a mouthful; heady, and loaded with flavor. Maybe tasting it would add to my pleasure? My mind swirled from the vibrations in my cage, and I welcomed the mature man’s cock on my tongue.

“No orders,” Daddy Rupert gasped, “Not even a spanking?”

“He’s not just a bottom-boi,” Daddy Bahdri’s words were almost drowned out by my vigorous gagging. It felt good to fuck, even if I wasn’t really allowed to get hard. “Let him hump a little and he’s putty.”

Bahdri’s warm hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he tugged on my plug. I whined as it popped out, missing the pressure on my sex.

“Your puppy wants to be fucked,” Daddy Bahdri teased my gaping hole with his fingers as Daddy Rupert stripped, “Won’t you give him what he needs?”

RUPERT

“Please take my plug out Daddy!” Ryan spread his legs open as he lay back on our bed. His perfect ass jiggled as he rocked his hips, grinding the plug ever deeper into his hole. The cage keeping his cocklet soft glinted as he leaked more boi-juice.

“Do it like I showed you boi,” I ordered, “Why should Daddy unplug it?”

The almost week and a half of constant stimulation was beginning to play tricks on Ryan’s mind. I could tell he was still embarrassed from the flush of his cheeks, but he was trying so hard to be good.

“N-nikolai came in my pussy…” the boi cupped his tummy protectively, “He said I was… in h-heat… th-that a slutty boi like me was made to bred.”

My dick swelled. “And?” I continued, “Why should I unplug you?”

“H-he’s not my Daddy…” Ryan bit his lip, “He’s not m-my Daddy.”

I stepped forward and grabbed the plug in Ryan’s cunt, “Good boi,” With a gentle tug I removed the toy from his freshly plowed womb. Nikolai was a lusty man, and he’d had Ryan to entertain him all day. I slipped a finger inside my bois fertile hole and pressed against his button; watching as a fresh dollop of boi juice cascaded from his caged sex. “We’ve been slutty today, haven’t we?”

His eyes rolled back into his head, “I’m a g-good boi…”

“Yes you are,” I admired his glistening form for a few moments. Then I whistled “Come here Jason.”

Jason frolicked into the room on all fours, an excitable pup ready to do his Master’s bidding. Badri was a certified genius.

“You remember Jason, don’t you?” I grinned, pulling a stupefied Ryan onto my lap. Sitting on the edge of the bed I spread the bois legs with my knees and held him back against my chest. I suckled on his earlobe as the boi trembled in my arms, “You’re my little slut, and he’s my little puppy.” I cooed, “Isn’t that right pup?”

Jason yipped excitedly, the muzzle gag preventing his mouth from closing properly and ensuring that his tongue flopped about.

Ryan whimpered as I continued to finger him, small rivulets of Nikolai’s seed leaking from his gash down onto the hard wood floor.

“Clean it up, pup,” I ordered.

Jason went to work lapping up seed from the hard wood floor. His tail-plug wagged delightedly as he went about his chore – the silicone end teasing and tormenting the pup’s insides with every movement. He finished his heady snack and looked up at Ryan’s whole expectantly.

I whispered softly into Ryan’s ear, “Let’s make sure you’re not pregnant.” Holding the bois twat open I motioned to Jason, “Come here, boy. Have a taste.”

Ryan squirmed as Jason’s tongue pushed into him, “He’s not my Daddy,” The boi whimpered, “H-he’s not my Daddy…”

My cock was hard as a rock as pressed into Ryan’s back “You want Daddy’s baby?”

He broke down in tears, “I j-just want to cum!”

I let him cry in my arms as Jason dutifully cleaned his hole. It was a beautiful sight watching two bois driven to their breaking point by lust. One trembled; defeated and humiliated in my arms, while the other became something sub-human.

Lining my cock up with Ryan’s hole I whispered into his ear, “You can’t cum baby…” Jason’s tongue didn’t miss a beat – he lapped at my sex even as I pressed into Ryan. “You’re not knocked up yet.”

Deep down, the boi knew his cunt was mine, he knew his purpose, “Fuck me Daddy,” He groaned, his tears forgotten.

“No,” I grinned and leaned back on the bed, “Fuck yourself. Slow and deep; show Daddy you want his babies.”

The room dripped with the scent of sex as my bois labored. With my girth buried all the way inside his ‘brother,’ Jason was left to worship my sack. He slurped and licked his master, yipping on occasion as his tail-plug grazed his spot. Ryan straddled me like a thing possessed; pressing his palms into my knees for balance as he began his slow, erotic gyrations.

“Make me a good boi Daddy,” his voice inched up into a higher register. “I need it.”

I groaned as he swirled his hips. Watching the boi’s toes curl as he bottomed out gave me a sick sense of satisfaction. “My cock,” I thought, “My cock makes him a whore.”

The rhythmic thrusts and licks took their toll, and I quickly approached my climax. “All the way in boi,” I grabbed Ryan’s hips, holding him down, “Let me seed you proper.”

“In my tummy…” he whimpered, “I can feel it in my tummy…”

I shot, hard. Every drop of my essence flooded Ryan’s womb, cleansing it of all others – marking it as forever mine. Jason’s slick mouth never left my sack, seeming to encourage my torrential explosion.

Ryan squeezed down, eager to please, “Am I a good boi now Daddy?” He wanted so desperately to please me, hoping it would lead to a reward.

I just grinned, the boi was being seeded with the only reward he would ever need. “Almost,” I playfully stroked his belly, “You’ll be good when this starts to swell.”

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