We made our way back to the condo and I can honestly say I’ve never been as horny. More than anything in the world, I wanted to take turns fucking my boys’ brains out. And when I was done with them, I wanted them to do the same to me. I was insatiable.
Less than 24 hours ago, I had abdicated my role as Daddy. Now I was their sub (somewhat willingly I admit), who, in the last 18 hours, had sucked them off on my knees with my hands restrained behind me, been displayed and inspected by them, tied to a chair and reduced to a cuckold, been blasted with their cum over my face and body, spent two hours on The Edge—a next generation sex toy that sadistically edges its victims, and finally, been put on display at the pool wearing next to nothing. I had produced more cum in the past few hours than in the past few months. My balls ached and I needed release, badly. And when you’re that horny with testosterone pumping through your veins instead of blood, you think with your cock, not your brain. I was putty in their hands.
“All right, boys”, I asked, “What next?” knowing this game was far from over.
Pook, who had now assumed the role of ringleader, quickly responded, “A little chill time for now, daddy. We’ll have some dinner and relax, then we’re taking you to The Eagle. Tonight happens to be ‘Daddy Night’ so we’re in luck, aren’t we Nickie?”
Nick, who was having fun playing along, but slightly worried this was going too far, walked up behind me to give me a hug, and responded, “Daddy, there’s nothing I’d rather do than show you off tonight. I’ll be the envy of every other guy at The Eagle.” I guess that was his way of saying, ‘Yup, we’re taking you to The Eagle’ but softening the blow a little.
“Of course”, I responded. “Whatever you boys want. I’m ready for anything.” I couldn’t believe I heard myself say that, but like I said, I was thinking with my cock, not my brain.
“Oh…we’re gonna have fun tonight!” Pook announced and gave Nick a high-five. “Let’s get some dinner, have a few drinks. Bus leaves at 10. And Pete, Nickie and I have something special for you to wear tonight, don’t we Nick?”
Now really getting into the mood, Nick walked up behind me, grabbed my package from behind, squeezed it (hard!) and answered, “We sure do, Daddy. We sure do!”
As I was still wearing nothing but the infamous white speedo, I immediately hardened up, again, which gave my boys, Pook in particular, great pleasure. “Keep it nice and hard like that, Pete, and you’ll be VERY popular tonight”, he quipped.
We settled into a quiet evening. Steak on the grill, bourbon on the rocks, and unceasing innuendo from my boys. If their goal was to elevate my libido beyond its already stratospherically high levels, they were succeeding.
While Pook was in his room getting ready, he yelled to me, “Hey Pete, Nick and I picked out your outfit tonight. It’s on your bed waiting for you.” Oh shit, I thought, here we go…
I eased into the room to find Nick already getting dressed. So far, all he had on was a tight pair of jeans and was shirtless. Given the past 24 hours, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see what they had picked out for me: a pair of cutoff jeans so short they barely covered my ass, a pair of work boots, and…a collar and leash. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, so I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I didn’t want to go down without a fight. “What the fuck is this?” I bellowed to anyone who would listen.
Nick was already in the room with me and had to stifle his laugh. Pook ran in to savor my displeasure. “What’s wrong daddy?”, he asked. “Remember, it’s Daddy Night tonight and we want you to be the hottest one there.”
I held up the remnants of denim that were doubling as shorts, and asked, “Seriously? My balls will be hanging out of these.”
“Oh shit,” remarked Nick. “We forgot this”, and grabbed something from his drawer and tossed it to me. It was an army green Nasty Pig jock strap, just right for a raunchy night at The Eagle. “This should keep you….intact”, he smiled.
I grabbed it as he tossed and sarcastically answered, “Thanks…makes all the difference.”
As we were getting dressed, I continued to act non-plussed, but secretly was nearly pre-cumming in my tiny shorts awaiting the night ahead. We finished dressing (what little we were wearing) and met in the kitchen for one last bourbon. I looked at the three of us and wanted to cum on the spot. Nick was wearing tight jeans, work boots and was shirtless other than a leather harness. Pook was even hotter…like Nick he was shirtless and harnessed, but he was wearing chaps over a black jockstrap, and, of course, the requisite work boots. Seeing these two, I didn’t feel quite as exposed, although the shorts were insanely tiny on me. They crawled up my ass so far you could see the jock straps jock framing my ass peeking out from the shorts. Pook handed Nick the leather collar and leash and said “You do the honors, Nickie”, apparently indicating Nick would place the collar around my neck for the evening.
He respectfully placed the collar around my neck, tightened it and attached the leash. I leaned into him, slid my tongue into his ear and whispered “This is so fucking hot, boy. But remember, what goes around, comes around”.
Feigning disgust at Nick’s and my impromptu make out session, Pook said, “Don’t make me have to pull you two apart,” and quickly added, “Ok, now let’s ramp up the fun”, and unexpectedly pulled out a joint, lit it, and took an exceptionally deep drag. I hadn’t done weed in quite a while and quickly debated in my mind whether I’d partake. I typically love the high it induces, but it usually it makes me extra horny, and I didn’t know if I my body could withstand any more sexual stimulus. Nick then closed his eyes, took a deep drag and handed me the joint. Damn, I thought, I’m in this far, might as well go all the way, and took a slow, long, deep drag. I held it as long as I could, slowly and fully exhaled, and almost immediately felt its impact. I don’t know exactly what it was or where Pook sourced it, but it was exquisite. The frustration caused by the cum denial of the last 24 hours nearly evaporated. I could feel my shoulders lighten, my back relax, and a swoosh of pleasure swept into my groin.
We leisurely, and with a more than a few giggles, passed the joint between us until the last shred of cannabis had been smoked. We were equally relaxed, giddy, and horny as shit. By now, Pook had taken control of the evening and suggested it was time to get going. As we were walking out to catch our Uber, we stopped at the floor-to-ceiling mirror to take one last look at ourselves. ‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, the three of us were—if I say so myself—like gods. I looked at myself and thought ‘You are one swole daddy’. I work hard on my body and it shows. My muscle definition glistened in the dim light. Pook, on one side of me, now 39, with baby smooth skin stretched over his taught, muscled frame. His chaps hung low on his waist accentuating his cum gutters that virtually ordered you to drop to your knees and beg for his cock. Nick, on my other side, slightly younger, and with the most athletic frame among us. Slightly hairy, incredibly muscular pecs and arms with a treasure trail that competed easily with Pooks cum gutters. With me in the middle of the two of them, just looking at the three of us in the mirror made me hard.
We made our way to the Eagle and got there a little after 10, just as things were starting to heat up. We had the Uber drop us off about a block away so we could smoke another joint before heading in. My anxiety was replaced by a growing sense of sluttiness, so when Nick stopped me before we entered to leash me, I wore my collared leash like a badge of honor. I was owned by these two men tonight, and felt like the most desired man in Dallas.
Although I shouldn’t have been surprised as we entered the club, my senses were assaulted. Most notably, the smell of beer, smoke, sweat, and the slightest essence of dried cum. Wall-to-wall shirtless, leather-clad men. Harnesses, collars, leashes, armbands, biker’s caps, chaps, and, of course, work boots. All pure men. Daddies, and the boys who love them. Talking, drinking, smoking, dancing, grinding, all to soundtrack of thumping, sexually-charged music.
Nick, who held my leash, guided me through the crowd and it was almost as if the sea parted to let us through. I don’t think there were three hotter men there that night, and we were definitely noticed. Nick and Pook led me to a bar toward the back where it was darker and slightly more intimate. Pook got us each a beer and when he returned with them he said to us, “You’ve made quite an entrance, Pete. If you haven’t noticed, there are a lot of guys here who want to fuck you tonight.”
The three of us stood, drinking our beers with Pook and Nick taking turns squeezing my thickening cock or twisting one of my nipples. I’m pretty sure it was as much a signal that they owned me as it was a base desire to feel my flesh, and in the state I was in, both were ok. At one point with their hands all over me, I pulled their faces to mine for a 3-man kiss. Our mouths got a good workout as we explored each other’s faces with our tongues and by the time we were done, Nick had his hands down my barely existent shorts and was grasping my hard cock with an intensity that revealed his horniness and heightened my own.
The night progressed as you might expect. We drank some beers, flirted with other hot daddies, danced, groped each other relentlessly. And I was getting more than my fair share of attention. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, Nick gave my leash a tug and said, “Let’s take this to the back room, your boy is getting pretty horny watching everyone drool over you”.
Nick pulled me on my leash through a sea of sweaty guys to the back room which was exactly as you’d imagine. Dark, shadowy, with the sounds of flesh slapping and men moaning. Nick immediately moved behind me to put his arms around my waist. He unbuttoned my shorts, leaned in and said, “Lose them” as they dropped down to my ankles. Fortunately (or not) there was virtually no inseam, so they slid right over my boots and I found myself in nothing but my jockstrap. That was how my boys apparently wanted me because Nick pressed in from behind and Pook from the front and began the most sensuous make out session in the history of making out. With the ambient sounds and smell of raw sex surrounding us, the three of us had collapsed into one, writhing unit. Essentially, Nick and Pook were making out with me in the middle. Both sets of their hands roughly manhandled me, pinching, slapping, groping, with their fingers quickly finding their way to my exposed hole.
Somewhere they had lubed up their hands and simultaneously penetrated me with their middle fingers at the same time. It was like begin DP’d, but with two fingers instead of two cocks. Sensing my strong reaction, they continued mercilessly. They went back-and-forth massaging my P-spot until I thought I would explode.
I felt Nick, still behind me, unbuckle his belt and lower his pants, including his jockstrap, so his torrid cock rubbed up and down my crack. “Like that Daddy?” he whispered.
After some time of teasing my hole, he used the lube from his hands to lube my hole and then his cock. He put my head in a headlock and placed the tip of his cock squarely on my hole. Pook was still grinding away from the front of me, and Nick pulled Pook closer to me and whispered to him, “I’m gonna fuck my Daddy now.” Pook pushed his face close to my ear and whispered, “I’ve always loved you Pete; kiss me while your boy fucks you”, and put his lips to mine with the most emotionally charged kiss imaginable. At exactly the same time, Nick pushed his cock into my hole very, very slowly. I arched my back to better take him, but it wasn’t easy. “Nick, I love it when you’re in me”, I whispered to them both. Meanwhile, Pook continued to kiss me hungrily.
Nick, knowing we still had an intense night of sex in front of us, decided this was not the time or place to breed me, pulled out and whispered, “On your knees, Daddy”. I happily dropped to the floor to find Nick’s rock hard cock that had just been lodged in me, begging to be sucked. Almost immediately Pook dropped his pants as well leaving me with two beautiful cocks to worship. The night was getting even better. Without explanation, Pook’s hand dropped down and handed me a fresh bottle of poppers. I don’t use them often, but when I do, watch out. I’m on my knees in nothing but a jockstrap sucking off two hot men in front of an audience that was hungrily watching two young men abuse their daddy.
I took two long, slow hits of the poppers and handed them back to Pook who did the same, along with Nick. All three of us were now on fire. All I wanted was their cocks as deep in my throat as they’d go. And then even further. All they wanted was to feel my tongue and mouth caress their manhood. Looking up, they were making out passionately while I knelt below them adoringly, sucking them as if my life depended on it. And in a way it did. I knew I’d never have this chance with the two of them together again and I wanted it to be unforgettable. I alternated between them. Nick’s pace was slow and methodical; he savored the warmth of my mouth. Pook pummeled me. It was like his loving revenge. At one point, I reached back up asking for the poppers, took another long hit, and resumed the task at hand. The poppers have a strange and wonderful way of relaxing the muscles in your anus and your mouth, so I opened as wide as I could and took both my sexy boys’ cocks in my mouth at once. When they felt what I was doing, they groaned in unison using the confines of my mouth to press their cocks together and heighten their ecstasy. Earlier, I had each of their fingers in my hole at the same time; now both of their cocks in my mouth. What if this pattern continues, I thought to myself…
I could feel the boys starting to get close and, no surprise, they pulled out and brought me back up to my feet. “Daddy, I think it’s time we take you home and get you in bed. We’ve only just started with you”, Nick bluntly informed me.
Now just in my jockstrap, the three of us walked through the bar, arm-in-arm and called an Uber. It didn’t even occur to me that I was wearing next to nothing when we were picked up; I figured the Uber driver picking up at The Eagle at 1AM had seen just about everything.
Given we were all nearly nude, we carefully made our way back to my condo and breathed a sigh of relief we had done so without being exposed. Immediately after walking in the door I grabbed my two boys, and pulled them forcefully into me to continue the passionate 3-way kiss that had started in the Dark Room. I wanted to get naked and force myself on them, and although it was past midnight, I didn’t want the night to end.
“Pook”, I barked, “Any more joints left?”
He got a huge smile on his face and answered “Yes SIR!” and quickly dug one out of his bag and lit up. Standing in my kitchen, Pook immediately fired one up and passed it among the three of us. As we did that, I poured us all another bourbon to keep the mood going.
The pot was absolutely amazing. Once again, the anxiety had disappeared and my groin was on fire. Between the sordid activities of the afternoon when I was continually edged and the eroticism of The Eagle, I wanted one thing and one thing only: COCK. My boys had planned it this way, and they had achieved their goal. Get Daddy horny as shit. They’re plan had worked, and I had a plan of my own.
After the last puff, I looked at them and said, without hesitation: “Into the bedroom”.
I followed them into the bedroom and laid on the bed on my back while they stood there awaiting orders. “Strip, both of you”, I demanded.
They exchanged glances wondering how they should play this, but decided to go along.
As I climbed up onto the bed and laid on my back, I let them stand there, nude, partly to admire their bodies, partly to build tension. Finally, I patted the sides of the bed next to my waist, and said, “Up here. Now.”
They climbed up and instinctively knelt next to my waist, staring at my groin, still constrained in the Nasty Pig jock strap. “Lick it” I said as I looked down at my cock.
They didn’t disappoint. As horny as I was, they were hungry little fuckers that quickly devoured my fabric-covered cock and balls. They knew exactly what to do. Get daddy’s jockstrap so wet and saliva-covered, pull it off with their teeth, and work daddy’s cock. I didn’t need to tell them; they were well trained.
They did just as I had expected and, as they peeled off my jockstrap and were staring at my engorged cock. I reached out and placed my hands on the back of each of their heads and guided them down to my cock. “You two have misbehaved today, but I love you both and will overlook that. You’ve earned my cock.” With that, I pushed their faces gently down to my groin and, without a care in the world, watched my boys fight for the right to take my cock in their mouth.
They each wanted it, but were willing to share it. They slid their mouths and tongues up and down my cock, one on each side and were careful to coordinate their moves. When one would deep throat me, the other would swallow both of my balls. When one would tickle my perinium with their tongue, the other would tease my piss slit. It was as if they had practiced for this moment.
I had to be careful as I was close to cumming and, knowing this, they were cautious not to take me over the edge too quickly. They knew we had a long night in front of us. I happened to glance over to the side table by the bed and noticed the fresh bottle of poppers. This night had been so glorious, I thought ’what the fuck’, picked up the bottle and offered it to my boys. They looked up to me with gratitude and both took a couple long hits. I followed suit with hits of my own.
Now we were flying. They instantly became ravenous. The fought over my cock. Who got my mushroom head? Who got my balls? Who got the shaft? As they were devouring me they somehow found a way to look up at me adoringly. My cock had never been this engorged, and they had never been so hungry for it. Nick would pull my dick so it was uncomfortably perpendicular to my torso, and Pook would kneel over it and drip saliva down my cock. Then they’d take turns bobbing up and down my cock. Then they’d pull back from it and slide their mouths up and down it in unison, and steal passionate kisses with each other along the way.
I was so out of my mind I couldn’t help but to lift my ass off the bed to encourage them to lick their way to my hole. As glorious as their mutual blow job was, now my hole begged for attention. As soon as I signaled what I was looking for, they responded in kind.
Again, as if planned, Pook hopped up on his knees and pulled my legs us in the air to expose my hole. Nick, his partner in crime, dove into my hole like the world would explode if he didn’t taste my hole immediately.
“FUCK” I cried.
Pook was on his knees, holding my legs vertical while Nick attacked my hole with his tongue. “Your boy loves your hole, daddy,” telling me something that was quite apparent. “What do you say to your boys?” he added.
“I needed this so badly.”
“So did we Daddy”, Nick looked up at me and said. “So did we.”
After a few minutes of Nick ravaging my hole, I thought it was time to change it up. I was so turned on I wasn’t sure how long I’d last.
But now that I was back in charge and time was short—Pook was on a plane back home tomorrow—I had made a commitment to myself to make two things happen.
The first was pretty straightforward: I was going to fuck them both. Hard. Alternate between them, back and forth, making the one who’s not getting fucked beg to get my cock back in their hole. The second, not at all straightforward…we’ll get to that in a minute.
I sat up, pushed them away and ordered both of them on their stomachs; better to admire, devour and assault their sweet asses. “On your stomachs, close together, back’s arched, weight on your elbows”, I ordered. Knowing full well that I was now in charge, they complied immediately. I stood at the foot of the bed, admiring their taught, almost perfect bodies. Men, not boys, carved out of marble like the David. Like me, they put a premium on fitness and masculinity, and also like me, it showed. Both had extraordinarily wide shoulders that tapered into muscled, V-shaped backs down to narrow, almost boy like hips, with bulbous, muscled glutes. Their cracks were deep and pronounced and begged to be split open. Their legs were like tree trunks, and between them, peeking out from under each of their torsos, were their balls and cock, smashed into the bedding.
I stood admiring my reward for my 24 hours of submission. Their legs were each spread out in a V shape so I knelt on the bed, with one knee in between each of their legs, bent down and placed my hands just outside their waists, and lowered my head to their asses. Before I began to use them for my pleasure, I simply breathed long, deep breaths and blew onto their glutes. They groaned slightly so I knew they felt me there, and they had to be wondering what evil I was about to inflict on them. Would I whip them? Slap them with the back of my hand? Dry fuck them? While all those ideas were enticing, I wasn’t into punishment. I wanted to hear them groan with pleasure, not pain.
Lowering my head even further, I stuck out my tongue and, starting with Nick’s taint, slowly licking up his crack. The anticipation must’ve been killing him because even that minor sensation sent him into orbit. “Oh my god!!!!”, he wailed and pushed his ass in the air for me to take more. I didn’t disappoint. As he pushed his well-formed glutes into my face, I took both hands, pulled them apart to take my prize. His rosebud was waiting for me, but not patiently. “Please daddy”, he cried as I contemplated his picture-perfect hole. I fully leaned in and claimed him. I flattened my tongue knowing that’s how he likes it, and slowly licked up and down his convulsing hole. I quickened my pace, and as I did, he spread his legs wider apart signaling me to deeper and harder.
We continued that for a few short minutes, and I looked up to see my boys, still both resting on their elbows, clasping their adjoining hands. Nick to my right; Pook to my left. Their hands were grasping each other’s with such intensity I was sure they had cut off each other’s blood supply. “Don’t worry, Pook, you’re next”, I murmured.
“Please daddy”, was all Pook could say. I leaned over Pook now, and did the same. Heavy breathing, slight lick up his crack, and then full, hunger-driven devouring of his hole. While my tongue was busy with Pook, I stopped quickly to spit on my right middle finger to prepare Nick’s hole while I was eating Pook’s. I had both of them going now…one with my tongue, the other with my finger. As we continued, I’d aggressively spit on my finger as the time for full penetration was getting closer. I wanted my boys, both of them, good and wet for their daddy. I could tell Nick was feeling neglected, so I went back down to eat his hole while I used my left middle finger to prep Pook. He nearly squealed with delight, as he knew what that signaled for him. The action became more and more intense, until finally, I laid on my stomach and got eye level with their holes and callously spit into each of them, uttering vulgarities.
SPIT IN NICK’S HOLE: “This is to make sure my cock slides in nice and easy, Nick”
SPIT IN POOK’S HOLE: “This one’s for you, Pook, I bet you haven’t had a cock this thick since the last time I fucked you”
SPIT IN NICK’S HOLE: “I want Pook to hear you scream when I fuck you.”
SPIT IN POOK’S HOLE: “I’m gonna tear up your insides, just like the old days.”
SPIT IN NICK’S HOLE: “Nick, I’ve never fucked you like I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”
SPIT IN POOK’S HOLE: Pook, I’m gonna shoot so far up your ass you’re gonna taste it.”
By this time, their asses were pointing straight up the air, begging me to take them. I spit on my two middle fingers, and plunged them into their holes. They both gasped, but loved it. I pushed in and out, circled the insides of the rectums, and located their prostates at exactly the same time. In unison, they pushed against my fingers for me to go deeper. My finger was in them as deep as they could go, but I pulled out and added a second and then a third finger up each of them. They were whimpering and wailing and begging for the real thing. They wanted my cock in them more than they wanted to live.
Finally it was time. I climbed up further and lined up my cock with Nick’s hole. Although the drama with the spit was hotter than hell, it was my intention all along to use lube, so I leaned up to the table and grabbed some and the poppers. I tossed the poppers down to them and applied a copious amount of lube to my cock.
I let them both take a couple hits of poppers and then asked Nick, “Ready for daddy’s cock?”
“Please daddy” he pleaded, as he pushed his ass up even further.
Without hesitation, I found his hole with my cock and pushed in. Hard. This wasn’t business as usual. While I wanted them to enjoy this, tonight was about my pleasure. Nick screamed as I assaulted him, but the poppers helped him reduce the discomfort quickly. I jammed my cock into him with one plunge, but let it remain there for quite a while to let the pain and burning he was experiencing subside. I could tell the moment he relaxed into me and wordlessly motioned with his ass he was ready for more. With my left hand, I reached around Pook to pull him closer to Nick so they were now nearly embracing as I fucked Nick. If it were biologically possible, I’d have fucked them both at the same time. The closest we could get was for them to kiss each other passionately, while I fucked one of them. Pook understood the plan and pulled Nick’s face to his and kissed him tenderly, then roughly. Tenderly again, then roughly. All the while my assault of Nick’s ass was getting more and more aggressive. But I knew I still had along way to go and had to save some for Pook as well.
I slowly pulled out of Nick and climbed over so I was in the same position with Pook. I lubed up again to make it easy on Pook, and this time took a hit of the poppers myself. Without warning, I plunged into Pook with the same force as I had Nick. Nick, knowing what Pook was enduring, pulled their faces together and picked up where Pook left off. They kissed ravenously while I pillaged Pook’s ass. I tried to make sure I gave them equal time, and hopefully succeeded.
I pulled out of Pook, pushed them as close together as possible and began to go back and forth, giving each of them one forceful, almost violent thrust, before doing the same with the other. I continued this for quite a while, and although I nearly came with each plunge, I could recalibrate between them, and start over. This gave me lots of time to fuck them, but the inevitable was upon me. I was nearing the point of no return. My singular thrusts into them began to quicken and finally it was time. They knew it to so when I pulled out of Nick one last time, they weren’t surprised to hear me yell, “On your backs, now, I’m cumming on your face.”
They quickly flipped over and I jumped up so that I was kneeling over their faces, with a knee on either side of their heads. As I grabbed my cock to take me the final steps to ejaculation, I looked down and will forever have the mental picture of their hungry, open mouths, waiting for their daddy to feed them his babies. The expression on their faces was simultaneously tenderly intimate and porn-star raunch. Pure love, affection, and raw lust, all at the same time. That’s all it took. I exploded. I tried to aim for their mouths, but my cock was like a firehose, shooting cum instead of water. It went over their heads, in their hair, covered their faces, and yet there was still plenty for both of them to capture with their tongues and mouths. I wanted to drop onto them and get a taste of my cum, but the orgasm was so violent, I continued to convulse. My entire body jerked as the intensity of 24 hours of cum denial was released. But I finally calmed down enough to lower my body and face to theirs and they had instinctively known not to swallow all the cum. I leaned down and kissed both of them at the same time, and they both returned my kiss with their cum-covered tongues.
We stayed like that for quite a while, as I was spent. Knowing we weren’t finished yet however (I knew; they were to be surprised), I climbed between them, laid on my back, and pulled them into me so they were now laying on my chest, like we had slept the night before. The big difference v. last night however was then, I was rock hard and they had cum. Tonight, it was the opposite. The night wasn’t over and I had a plan.
