Jared’s message lit up my phone, and my slutty heart raced—I craved being his bitch again, but I was terrified of my boys finding out. Ben and Dave had been fucking my holes raw, and I couldn’t break Ben’s heart by letting him know his best friend was pounding his dad behind his back. At least Dave was heading back to university, one less cock to worry about. As I dropped Dave off, he hugged me tight, grabbing my muscle ass hard. “I’ll miss you, Dad, and this juicy fucking ass,” he growled, his fingers digging into my cheeks, making my hole twitch with need. Back home, I was a mess, plotting how to keep Jared’s monster dick away from Ben’s passionate fucking so I wouldn’t get caught.
Then Jared video-called me on the subway, his horse-sized black cock swinging, fully naked, precum glistening on the tip. “Yo, my bitch, how you doin’? I’ll be at your place to fuck—find a spot,” he barked before hanging up. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, but I was so ashamed, surrounded by passengers staring at my flushed, sweaty face. More than embarrassment, I was panicked about managing Jared’s filthy fucking while Ben was home. I had no clue how to pull it off.
When I got home, that bastard Jared was already there, playing video games with Ben on the same couch where I first became a slut. Jared stood to hug me, saying, “Hi, Mr. Davidson,” for Ben’s sake, but whispered, “Hi, my bitch,” in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. My heart pounded—I thought I’d get caught today. As they gamed, Jared gave me a sly signal, his eyes promising a brutal fuck. I mumbled, “I’m gonna rest in my room, boys,” and left, my hole already leaking in anticipation. Soon, Jared made a lame excuse about the toilet and followed me. Ben was too busy gaming to notice.
I was already on all fours in the master bedroom—my fuck bedroom now—my hairy hole gaping, dripping wet, ready to submit to my master. Jared didn’t say a word, just spat on his monstrous cock, the thick glob of spit mixing with his precum, and rammed it into me, his balls slapping my ass with a wet smack. I screamed, the sound barely muffled by Ben’s gaming headset downstairs. “Nice bitch,” Jared sneered, fucking me mercilessly, my ass cheeks clapping loud, the sound echoing off the walls. I could hear Ben cheering over his game while Jared’s dick tore me apart, his veiny shaft scraping my insides, hitting my prostate with every brutal thrust. His thick cum flooded my guts early, my stomach bulging from the hot, creamy load, the pressure making my eyes water. I came hands-free, splattering the bed with ropes of my own cum, but Jared got pissed. “You forgot my message, slut—I’m locking you,” he growled, pulling out a tiny chastity cage. He flipped me on my back, my leaking cock exposed, my balls swollen and aching, and before I could beg, I heard footsteps on the stairs—Ben.
We scrambled into clothes, drenched in sweat, huffing as Ben opened the door. “What are you doing here, Jared?” he asked, confused. Jared lied, “Guest washroom’s broken, so I asked Mr. Davidson. Something wrong, dude?” Ben laughed it off, clueless, but the room reeked of musk and sex, my cum staining the sheets. That night, Ben planned a romantic fuck with roses on his bed, but Jared called, demanding I come to his house to “finish business.” I lied to Ben about work, and he got mad—angrier than I’d ever seen him.
Jared opened his door naked, his room a nasty mess—cum stains crusting the walls, stinking socks everywhere, the air thick with his musk. He grabbed my collar, dragged me to his bed, and shoved his horse cock down my throat, skull-fucking me until I gagged and coughed, spit and precum dripping down my chin, my throat raw from his relentless pounding. I begged for mercy, my voice hoarse, but I loved every filthy second, my tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting his salty precum as I swallowed every drop of his thick cum like the slut I am. Then he kicked my chest hard, making me fall back, legs up, my hairy hole exposed and twitching. He pulled out the chastity cage, and I begged him not to lock me—my wife might catch me—but I was really scared of Ben finding out. Jared didn’t care, locking my cock in the tiny cage, the metal biting into my sensitive flesh, the pain making me scream as he fucked me all night like a rabid animal. My balls turned blue, the chastity torture driving me wild, my screams echoing as he slammed into my prostate, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. I couldn’t cum, the pressure in my locked cock unbearable. Morning came, and he kicked me out, laughing as I came from the pain, my cum squirting hands-free through the cage, soaking my pants in shame, the wet spot spreading as I stumbled out.
I rushed home, changed before Ben woke up, and made breakfast, but Ben wanted to eat my ass. I pushed him away—Jared’s cum was still leaking from my wrecked hole, thick globs dripping down my thighs, and he’d see the cage with Jared’s name on it. Ben got upset, his face dark with frustration. For days, I kept dodging him, my excuses getting weaker, my cock throbbing painfully in that tiny cage. I begged Jared to unlock me, but that bastard ignored me, knowing I was desperate for cock. Ben, feeling ignored, decided he couldn’t take it anymore. One night, I overheard him on the phone in his room, his voice low but angry. “Dave, Dad’s been ignoring me,” he said, his tone sharp, almost breaking. “He won’t even touch me—I don’t know what’s wrong. He keeps pushing me away, and I can’t stand it.” I heard Dave laugh on the other end, a deep, mocking sound, before his voice turned serious. “Ignoring you, huh? That’s not like Dad—he’s usually a cock-hungry slut for us. Let’s see what’s up with the old man. I’ll come home and fix this—maybe train you up at the gym so you’re strong enough to handle him and his needy ass.” Ben’s voice softened, relieved, but I felt a chill. Dave was coming back, and I knew he’d dig until he found out everything.
When Dave arrived, he confronted me, his eyes narrow. “Why you ignoring Ben, Dad?” he asked, arms crossed. I lied, stammering, “I’m worried about his health—we shouldn’t fuck daily.” Dave smirked, buying it, and decided to take Ben to the gym—my gym, where Jared had fucked me in the locker room before.
At the gym, I saw Jared training, his evil smile making me panic. Ben waved at him, they chatted, and we all worked out together. I went to the locker room to change, and as I bent over, Jared shoved his entire cock into me in one thrust, the sudden stretch making my hole burn. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t—I tried to push him away, begging, “Jared, stop, my sons are here!” But he grabbed my neck, pinned my head to the bench, and fucked me hard, my body submitting to his dick despite my fear, my hole clenching around his shaft as he pounded me relentlessly. His precum lubed my insides, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as he growled, “Take it, you filthy bitch.” Ten minutes in, the door clicked—Ben and Dave walked in, shouting, “Dad!”
They were shocked, and for once, Jared looked worried, though he kept thrusting, his cock pulsing inside me. Dave sneered, “WTF, Dad, your cunt can’t wait, so you’re fucking Ben’s best friend?” They apologized to Jared, thinking I dragged him into this, clueless that he turned me into a bitch. Jared shrugged, “It’s fine, bro,” but my boys got hard watching me get pounded, their cocks straining in their shorts. Dave whipped out his thick jock cock, shoving it down my throat, the salty taste of his precum hitting my tongue. “Since you’re a slut now, Dad, it doesn’t matter who fucks you,” he said, then invited Ben to join. Ben rammed his cock into my hole alongside Jared, their dicks stretching me to the limit, a double penetration that made my eyes roll back. We fucked like animals, the room stinking of sweat, musk, and sex, my screams echoing outside as their balls slapped against me, their thrusts perfectly synced. They all came in sync, flooding my throat and ass, my stomach bulging with their hot, thick cum. Dave’s protein-packed load was the heaviest I’d ever swallowed, coating my throat like a creamy shake. I squirted hands-free, cum spraying Dave through the cage, and they all saw the chastity cage with Jared’s name on it.
“WTF, Jared?” they shouted, demanding answers. Jared lied, saying I pulled him into this, and my boys turned on me. I admitted I was a slut who couldn’t control my lust, begging them to understand. Jared smirked, suggesting, “Can we do it again tonight?” My boys grinned evilly, nodding. “Dad’s gotta pay for his deeds,” they said. Now, all three fuck me together, their names carved on my chastity cage. From a straight dad to a bitch slave bottom—this is my life now. Thanks for li
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