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Subject: My Boy’s boy 27 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: fty/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback–it’s the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at ail. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Thanks to those who have reacted to these characters and emailed me. Comments from readers are the only pay I get…donations to Nifty are appreciated. Craig’s View I had not had the nip clamps on in ages. All my gear had been put in storage when the submissive I had before I met Kevin had moved out. When the clamps grabbed my nipples, the pleasure was overwhelming and the fucking of Dylan became more intense, more primal, and more of a basic need. Kevin saw my face the moment the clamps grabbed my skin and he could see the intense pleasure in my eyes and somehow it was as if we bonded more deeply at that moment. But the clamps made my tits feel so good, like they were fucking something just like my dick was. When Dylan shot his submissive boy load all over the floor, I knew he needed to clean it up then. Right then. I also didn’t to be distracting him with my fucking him while he was reminded of the importance of cleaning up his mess. But I needed to fuck. And I was going to fuck Kevin, my boyfriend. And I was going to fuck him hard. He could take the brutal fucking that Dylan just was not quite ready to yet. I shoved my leaky prick in Kevin’s hole. I was horned up from Dylan’s cleaning of his cum off the floor and the tit clamps on my nipples. Kevin was eager to give me his hole and I was eager to fuck it. I rammed into him repeatedly while he and his son made out after Dylan had licked his cum off the floor. It was hot watching father and son make out while I fucked the father’s ass. My cock was needing to cum. My balls wanted to pull up tight and be drained. I yanked on the chain between my nipple clamps. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt. Some guy’s nipples are tied to their assholes. Mine are directly tied to my cock and balls. I fucked Kevin even harder, ramming in and out. I growled. I moaned. I pulled again and rammed harder. Kevin was moaning right into Dylan’s mouth as he shot his load of cum all over the floor. I could tell from the sound the Kevin’s orgasm was imminent. I pulled hard on the chain between my nipple clamps. It was intense. The message went right to my cock and my own release began in Kevin’s ass. I kept shoving it in him until every drop and then some had left my cock. Kevin was still in that “I just came” daze, so I helped him up. I embraced him, hugged him as hard as I could, and probed his mouth with my tongue as we kissed. As we broke the kiss, I told him “I love you…you hot mother fucker.” He tugged slightly on the chain between my nipples and I gave him another quick kiss. “Daddy loves you too Dylan, you hot little fucking bitch. Fun things are in store for you,” I told him. I nearly collapsed from the exhaustion of the fuck. Maintaining my composure, I told Dylan to use his mouth to clean his Dad’s cum from istanbul travesti the floor and then to eat my cum from his Dad’s ass. Kevin’s View Craig looked so hot. The nipple clamps and the chain hanging between them just made him seem even more butch. It was clear he could easily tolerate the pain of the clamps and somehow that turned me on and I started fantasizing about him wearing a leather vest, chaps and hat while he was fucking Dylan. Or better yet while he was fucking me. I could see it in his eyes that the clamps had aroused him. I could see it in how he fucked Dylan and, when he finally got to it, I could feel it in how he fucked me. His dick wasn’t any harder. The angle of his erection had not changed, but there was a little bit more urgency in his thrusts, a little bit more aggression in his demeanor. I liked it and my ass loved it and the hands free cum I got from Craig fucking me as Dylan and I made out was definitely worth it. Craig told me he loved me after the fuck and right in front of Dylan. I nearly fainted. I tugged on the chain between his clamps and after I had done it realized I shouldn’t have. I was afraid I had pissed Craig off by doing it. Tugging that chain wasn’t something a complete submissive would do I realized the moment I had done it. But Craig didn’t mind and then I realized that I wasn’t the complete submissive for Craig. Dylan was. And that turned me on. I realized that I might have to help Dylan become the submissive he wanted to be and that Craig needed him to be. “I have to piss.” Craig said, bringing me back to reality. Dylan didn’t move. “I have to piss.” Craig said, louder and more insistently. Nothing from Dylan. It was clear this boy needed some training. I cleared my throat. “Dylan. Stand up!” Craig ordered. Dylan got up and Craig proceeded to spank him hard on the ass. Dylan winced. “When I say `I have to piss’ it’s a courtesy to give you time to assume the position,” Craig said. “Do you understand?” “Yes Daddy,” Dylan answered as he kneeled before Craig. Dylan put his mouth on the last few inches of Craig’s half-hard cock and Craig started to relieve himself. The clamps were still on his nipples. As he was apparently finishing, Craig asked me “Need to piss?” After answering, I walked over next to Craig and waited for him to finish. Then I gave Dylan piss straight from his own Dad’s dick. Dylan’s View My nipples still hurt from the clamps Craig had put on me. I don’t see how Craig stood those larger and stronger clamps on his own nipples. My ass still hurt from the spanking. The good thing was that my asshole and cock felt good from the fucking and the cumming. My gut was full of piss: Craig’s and my Dad’s. The piss just made me feel full, not necessarily satisfied. But I remembered something that crossed my mind as Craig was pissing in my mouth: this feels natural and I love doing this for Craig. I drank my Dad’s piss too…but not just for my Dad. I did that for Craig also. I didn’t really like cleaning my cum off the floor. But there was not way around it. Craig fucking me and the clamps on my nipples had me over the edge. What really took me over the cum line was looking kadıköy travesti back and seeing Craig fucking me with his nipples clamped and that chain bouncing on his chest. For some reason, knowing that the man fucking me was wearing that turned me on so much and made me lose my nut right there on the floor. I was going to clean it up, but it never dawned on me to lick my own cum off the floor until Craig had told me to do it. I knew not to argue with Craig. This was his house and his rules. And Craig had never been mean to me. He just wanted me to be the best that I could be and he wanted the best for me…he was even paying for me to take classes and had told me that I could live here as long as I wanted. And I was mad at myself for not realizing at first that he wanted me to drink his piss. When it clicked, I got on my knees and served him and I served my dad too. I slept well that night with Craig snuggled behind me and Dad and I snuggling face to face. I was so lucky that in the middle of the night I woke up with Craig’s dick in the middle of a thrust into my ass. As my eyes opened, I realized my own Dad was awake. He knew what Craig was doing and he was just looking at me and smiling. He mouthed silently to me, “Let him fuck you” and made the “quiet” sign by putting his fingers to his mouth. I remembered then Dad telling me that Craig had liked to fantasize he was fucking a random dude who was passed out and didn’t know what was going on. So I didn’t make any real sounds and only acknowledged the presence of Craig’s dick in my ass by spreading my asshole ever so slightly. Dad raised his eyebrows and smiled. Then he mouthed “good boy.” It felt so good to have Craig inside me. I wanted to make noise. I wanted to let him know that it felt good. But Craig fucking me was about him getting off in the way he needed. His fucking slowly became more intense. It felt so good to know that I was pleasing him. His moaning intensified. He was close. I felt the final hard shoves of his dick into my hole and his groan indicated he was done. I looked at Dad. He smiled again and mouthed “Good Boy.” I guess I was. I felt warm and tingly all over and my cock was hard as ever. Craig’s dick was still in my ass, not as hard as when he came, but still fairly erect. Dad started to slowly jack my cock as he kissed me. We didn’t make any real noise, but then I noticed that Craig’s dick was stiffening again. Then it was fucking me. Fucking me hard. Then I shot my load as my Dad rammed his tongue down my throat. Dad and I heard Craig make that “I’m cumming” moan. A few seconds later he was snoring and before I knew it my Dad was too. Craig’s View In the few weeks since he’d started keeping track of his daytime activities, Dylan had improved. He still had not found a job, but he was devoting as much time to it as I required, was engaging in mock job interviews, and working on his classes and staying on task. He was watching some porn as well, but as long as he was doing the other things I required of him, I was only going to punish him occasionally for watching it. His online activity was monitored. He knew it. He got punished for porn, but only when it bakırköy travesti was porn I didn’t want him to watch. I wanted him watching Dad/Son porn and BDSM porn. Twinks fucking twinks, etc. were things that got him punished at least that’s what he would be told he was being punished for. But punishment is what Dylan needed and punishment is what Dylan got. When I noticed Dylan had watched a “total twink” video, I texted him to come to my office. When he arrived, his Dad was in my office as well. Kevin and I were in jockstraps. I was wearing my nipple clamps. Dylan was told to strip as soon as he entered my office. He looked at the new small table that was in my office. He had no idea what it was for. He would find out soon enough. “Dylan. You’ve been good about doing the things I asked you to do as far as getting a job and going to school. I’m proud of you for that. But this porn thing. You are not to watch twinks fucking other twinks. Is that clear?” “I couldn’t find anything else” Dylan answered. “Bullshit” I said. “There is plenty of porn on the internet and not all of it involves twentysomething guys fucking other twentysomething guys.” “You need to be punished and your Dad is going to help me.” I told him. Kevin and I had discussed at length how Dylan was going to be punished. Kevin knew Dylan needed a little more discipline. Kevin knew that I also needed to discipline Dylan and he thanked me for discussing it with him. He knew that I would likely do whatever I was going to do, but discussing it helped invest him in the process and, to be perfectly honest, Kevin had some pretty good ideas as well. He always made it sound like they were my ideas. I knew what he was doing and I didn’t care. It meant he was deferring to me and that was what mattered. Kevin always knew where the lines were in our relationship and knew who was in charge. He wasn’t submissive in the way Dylan was going to be, but Kevin was submissive to me if no one else and that was what mattered. Our discussion of Dylan’s punishment had aroused Kevin. I knew that and it was what I wanted. I don’t think he was as aroused as I was, but it turned him on. “Dylan, we need you to lean over this table.” I told him. He seemed like he was going to resist. I reminded him, “Dylan. Your Dad and I love you, but if you are going to live under my roof, you’ll have to do as I say.” I hated pulling the “my roof” card, but I didn’t have time for a lengthy and more clever response. “Remember all you have to do here is work looking for a job and do your classwork and keep your space pretty clean. There’s no bills for you to pay. You don’t have to cook, buy food, pay utilities, etc. Don’t you think that’s a pretty good deal?” I stroked my cock at that point. I couldn’t help myself. “I suppose.” He answered. “There’s no `suppose.’ Get over the table.” He final gave in and bent himself over the table. “Don’t move.” He didn’t. Kevin handed me two sets of handcuffs and kept the other two for himself. Thirty seconds later, Dylan was cuffed to the legs of the table. He wasn’t going anywhere at least not physically. Mentally he was in for a ride. We’ve got more planned for these three before this eventually wraps up. I have enjoyed feedback from readers who have enjoyed the story or just wanted to tell me they shot a good load during a sex scene. Thanks to the submissive whose been following this series for sometime–email me at ail. Thanks for reading.

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