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Daddy Demetri had left for a three-day business trip. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave on such trips, but it always meant we would have to suffer on our own without our top.
Ian and I had been Daddy’s boys for months now. Living with him had rewired our brains and made us incapable of living without him. Whatever we were doing at any given time, our pussies were always hungry, always craving his big black dick and his delicious sperm. He had made us his boys and trained us so thoroughly we stopped being able to cum without his dick mashing our insides and hitting our sweet spot. Like back when he made us cum without a cage on his newest bottom bitch Carl, we weren’t able to shoot ropes of cum like we did when our prostates went wild and our cages squeezed our little dicklets. Instead, such orgasms amounted to nothing more than some spilling from our dicks like they were leaky faucets, releasing weak small loads.
On the first two days, Ian and I, who coincidentally went to the same university, got busy with classes and studying. I got used to going to the university with Ian before we split off towards our respective faculties, but we would still meet up if our breaks overlapped or when we went home together.
Ian decided to dress me up for university to take our minds off our horniness. After sifting through our closet in Daddy’s room, he finally settled on his choice. He dressed me in jeans shorts that showed off my butt to an obscene degree and a large black neck sweater. At one point in the past, I would’ve vehemently refused to wear this in public, but I was a different person now. People at uni knew I was gay, and signaling my bottom bitch status wasn’t embarrassing anymore. I was proud to be Daddy’s boy. he also gave me long socks and nice stylish black shoes to go with them. I looked at myself and admired my round ass in the closet mirror as Ian fished around for his outfit.
For himself, Ian ended up deciding on a pink T-shirt with baggy grey pants with patches all over them. We posed for a couple of pictures together before leaving, making sure to send them to Daddy. Later that day, he replied with a picture of him in his sharp suit with the caption “Daddy’s missing his pretty boys.”
We arrived on campus hand in hand, Ian practically hugging my right arm. People often mistook us for boyfriends, and while on level, we sorta were, we liked to think of ourselves as bitchfriends instead. Two bottom boys, tied in their love for their Daddy. The first classes were a drag to get through. The only thing worth mentioning was a guy in class awkwardly slipping me his number. I was happy he viewed me that way but had to turn him down, thanking him anyway for his straightforwardness.
Once my first break came up, I texted Ian and we met in a nearby building. Ian was very easily bored and wanted to have fun all the time, so when we met up, he hugged me tightly and pleaded.
“Please, help me out, Paul.” He whispered into my ear. I laughed and led him to the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time Ian needed some relief outside the house and I was always happy to help him. We went into a seldom-used bathroom and got into a stall before we undressed each other. Standing there naked with our clothes hanging on the door, it made all the more aroused at how slutty we were acting.
First things first, I fished out my phone from my clothes and started recording as I set it down somewhere it could capture both of us. We liked to send Daddy whatever playtime we got up to whenever he wasn’t around, especially juicy ones like this. The camera showed us, standing naked except for our shoes and cages, our small bodies lumped together in the narrow cubicle.
Ian wasted no time as he threw himself on me, making out with me and gabbing at my ass. I sat down on the toilet seat and made him straddle me as I kissed him back in full force and started tugging on his caged dick. This bottom-on-bottom love was a different kind of fun than the one we had with Daddy. This was us indulging in our bottom fantasies, like girls at a sleepover sharing sexual fantasies. And like girls we acted indeed.
Ian was breathing loudly at this point, clearly very frustrated. This boy seemed to be horny 24/7, needing to be filled up at all times, and I loved that about him. I wanted my sub-brother to get the satisfaction he needed, even if I wasn’t able to give it to him like Daddy does. As he rocked on my lap, I started working my finger into his hole. Ian started moaning, squirming on my fingers and trying to drive them deeper. He seemed like he wanted to cry when my fingers stopped going further and looked at me with sad puppy eyes.
I kissed him once more before grabbing my bag and pulling a small dildo from it. Ian looked surprised and happy to see I had planned for his hungry pussy. He turned around and pushed his hole into the open as I sucked on the dildo to cover it with spit so that it can go in easier. Once I found it wet enough, and after Ian’s pleading calls got too much as he wagged his white bubble butt in my face, I poked his hole with the dildo, and he instantly buckled, dropping his ass on it and trying to drive it up his pussy like a boy possessed. I grabbed his caged dick and balls as I worked the dildo inside him and started tugging on them. This drove him wild as he shook his behind all around, his sex organs being simulated all at once. I pushed him against the door and started fucking him faster with the dildo while rubbing his caged dick like a clit. His moans kept getting louder and louder, so much so that I was afraid someone was gonna hear us.
“Keep it down, Ian,” I said as I pinched his caged dick.
“Owwww… sorry Pauly, I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay. You’re my subby little brother, aren’t you? I know just what you need.”
“Please Pauly, my pussy is aching,” he really was about to cry!
It took a bit of time, but eventually, Ian was finally able to cum. I slammed my dildo deep in him when I felt his orgasm approach and cupped his clit as it squirted over and over into my mouth.
Once his orgasm subsided, he fell back onto my lap, flushed and tired. I brought my hand up and smelled his sweet cum. It wasn’t enticing like Daddy’s but it was still delicious. I lapped it up to satisfy my own horniness, but he quickly turned around, not wanting to miss our favorite activity, sharing cum.
And it really was. Sitting there with him in my lap, as we made out deeply and tried to push the cum between our mouths, I was reminded how satisfying it felt to our bitch brains. Like horny dogs that needed to hump everything, we made out as if to sink into our bottom boy state. After we finished, with Ian swallowing what cum was left, he put his head to my chest and closed his eyes, savoring the tender moment.
“You didn’t get to cum…” He said, feeling sorry for me.
“Don’t worry Ian, I can hold on a bit more.”
“Then I’ll make it up to you later” he smiled at me, and my heart filled with warmth as I hugged him. He was so cute and the best sub-brother anyone could ask for.
The rest of the day passed normally. We got home pretty late, so by the time we finished our chores and made something to eat, it was late at night and we slept in each other’s arms in Daddy’s room. The next day passed by quickly, as we had more work than usual at uni and didn’t get enough time to play around like before even when we got home.
On the third and final day, I woke up early with Ian in my arms. At this point, I was so horny for a good dicking, my entire body was feeling the effect. I winced as I embraced Ian, bucking my hips upwards as our cages clinked together. It was so frustrating.
“Morning Pauly,” Ian said sleepily as he woke up because of my humping.
“Morning Ian,” I said, “I’m sorry, I’m so horny right now, I can’t think properly.”
“It’s okay bro,” he said, his adorable face smiling at me “I promised you I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”
He seemed confident enough that I let him go. He got up and got boxer shorts that Daddy put in the laundry before he left.
“I knew they’d come in handy, so I always keep some of his clothing ready.” He laughed, the horny bitch. But boy was I grateful for that.
“This’ll keep you busy as I prepare.” He winked at me as he threw the pair at me. I looked at him, confused for a second before Daddy’s underwear hit me in the face. The moment the nostalgic scent of cum and sweat and musk hit my nose, I immediately lost all thought and pressed the piece of cloth to my face as much as possible with one hand, while the other went down and started attempting to finger my hole. I was so happy to smell Daddy I started turning around the bed, bouncing my ass hoping Daddy will magically appear and mount me.
Eventually, Ian returned. I had my face covered with my Daddy’s underwear so I didn’t notice him until he slapped my ass. I yelled out weakly as I looked up at him. He smiled and showed me what he had prepared.
On the bed, he laid down the stuff he got. There was a teddy, panties, and see-through stockings, all pink like my cage, along with some ropes Daddy used on us from time to time, for punishment and pleasure.
I looked at Ian with a worried look. He knew I wasn’t as used to being treated like a girl as he was especially without Daddy to calm my nerves with his dick. Nonetheless, he shook his head at me.
“Trust me, Pauly, bringing you down to this uncomfortable zone will help you get off,” He said confidently as he kissed me and laid me down. This sexually charged, wild twink was taking charge of me, and I let him, my mind gone in the sexual haze.
First, he made me wear the clothing he got me, even as I squirmed between his hands, trying to resist without a use. When he finished, I sat back on the bed with my legs brought together, as if trying to hide my crotch.
“You’re so cute when you act like a shy girl, Pauly,” He said, and the humiliation made me spew a bit of precum from my cage. Ian saw that and quickly went to rubbing my clit (I tried calling it my dick but Ian corrected me), before taking his wet fingers and jamming them in my mouth. I opened wide as I received my brother’s gift, his fingers probing the insides of my mouth. He felt so powerful to me at the moment that I thanked him naturally.
“You’re welcome, bro,” he said happily “I’ll make sure to get your clit to squirt so bad, that Daddy will come quicker just to breed you in your slutty girl outfit.”
Hearing him say that made me flush red, and the sensations igniting in me because of his play grew stronger.
“Come on, baby girl,” Ian continued teasing me as he tied my arms and legs to the bed posts, making me lay spread eagle and defenseless.
“Ian?” I asked, my voice with passion.
“Taadaa!” Ian exclaimed happily as he produced a double-ended dildo in front of my face, which immediately lit up at the promise of the itch deep in my pussy being scratched.
“Hungry aren’t we?” Ian laughed and slapped the dildo across my face. My tongue instinctively came out trying to suck the dildo like I was taught, but Ian kept waving it and smacking me with it, only make to make me hornier as my ass grinded on the bed, visibly asking for it.
“Alright I won’t tease you further,” Ian kissed my forehead before pulling my panties down and starting to work one end of the dildo into my hole. Like many of the boys who passed by this bed, I was starting to experience a bitchgasm. A bitchgasm is when a bottom, especially a horny one like me, loses all rational thoughts the pleasure from his cage spreads all over his body.
When the dildo was sufficiently stuffed in my pussy, I started wiggling around, trying to get it to soothe the heat in my ass. “It’s okay girl, I’ll help you right away,” Ian said and laid down in a scissoring position with me as he worked the other end of the dildo into his own hole.
It took a bit to get it right, but eventually, our big bubble butts finally pressed against each other. Ian was visibly excited as well at this point, his own body starting to lose control. We could feel our ass cheeks pressing against each other, and so were our pussies. We were like two girls, bumping pussies in a desperate attempt to stimulate the feeling of the actual cock we need.
With the dildo stuffed between our asses, Ian and I finally got to work. We started scissoring like we were on fire, our voices gradually getting louder as pleasure overtook us. Ian, being the one able to move while I was tied up, took a more active role pounding his ass on top of mine. The dildo ever so slightly started hitting my special spot, but not as much as I hoped, making me stay in a heat limbo.
When a bottom gets edged like this, especially using his pussy, he starts literally losing his mind, and that’s exactly what was happening here. I started yelling and crying, my mouth producing sounds I didn’t know possible. My precum was now spilling on the bed as I threw my head backward, pussy on fire and clit swinging in the air. I was gasping for breath and tears were streaming down my face from pleasure.
“That’s a good girl Pauly, keep going” Ian encouraged me as he himself was making more girly noises that turned me on even more.
I was about to pass out when suddenly, I felt every nerve in my body tingle and knew my bitchgasm was here. It was stronger than a normal orgasm and lasted longer, but it only made the one who had it craved cock even more. My whole body was on fire as my clit started squirting, hard. I yelled so hard I think everyone in the building heard us as I shot my load like a pathetic whore.
The pleasure was so good I forgot all about my surroundings for a bit, only being brought back down to reality with Ian reaching his orgasm, also shooting hands free from his caged dick.
We laid there for a couple of minutes as we both gasped loudly, random moans still escaping from our mouths. Ian slowly and weakly crawled over, the dildo slipping from his ass but not from mine, the free end swinging around and sending vibrations down into my pussy which made me cry harder. He undid my ropes and laid on top of me.
We were both so far gone into our bitchgasms we started rubbing our clits together, the overstimulation causing us to thrash around the bed. Once our breaths finally calmed down, Ian scooped as much as possible from the loads we spilled on the bed and brought it to my face. I thought he was gonna feed me as a reward, so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, but he smiled devilishly.
He started spilling the cum slowly around my face. On my eyes, on my nose, on my chin, and my hair, rubbing it in and playing with my face. This only drove me to act more like a whore, trying to lick whatever spilled down near my mouth while Ian looked at me and laughed.
And so the night went on. We kept waking up in the night to suck on each other’s cages like we usually did, spit in each other’s faces, or eat each other out. I particularly liked eating Ian out, especially since he took the teddy and panties and stockings I was wearing and put them on himself (They looked way cuter on him in my opinion anyway). His hole was nice and warm and I enjoyed making out with it while he moaned like a girl in my arms. I aggressively tongue fucked him, making his hole a wet mess, as payback for all his teasing and for helping me orgasm properly. We sometimes also just laid face down with our asses up against each other, enjoying our big butts rubbing against one another, finding comfort in each other’s bitchiness.
It was those warm moments between us that solidified our brotherly bond, as we did our best, waiting for our Daddy to come home and breed his boys.
