Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2023 18:59:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Toni Daring Subject: Bringing Up Brendan, Part 3 Bringing Up Brendan, Part 3 Author's note: If you enjoy this and similar stories available here, please consider a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ to help support and maintain this unique erotic stories archive. "Daddy?" Brendan's voice, coming around the half-open door of my bedroom, through the half-open door of my attached bath. "I saw your light on. I can't sleep." "Come on in, then, Brendy." It was the night before the big cook-out at the city park, and I knew he was keyed up. But it had been a while since he'd come to me for late night reassurance instead of dirty-texting with his friends. I spread my legs a bit and fished my half-hard cock out of my loose, gray sleep pants where I stood over the toilet and, sure enough, Brendan's eyes went right to it as he leaned around the door. Once I knew he was watching, I began to piss. He tongued his lip-ring and stared. Brendan was in his sleep clothes: a snug, ribbed tank in baby blue, trimmed with pink, too short to quite reach his navel, and a pair of nearly sheer, white, low-rise briefs about a size too small that strained to contain his thickening meat where he absently rubbed himself. A few curly wisps of hair escaped the low waist in front. "I was wondering if maybe I could sleep in here with you tonight..." He was still staring as I shook off, so I gave my dick a slow tug and squeeze to harden just a bit further before I tucked away, keeping the sleep pants low in front to highlight my bulge. Brendan was still playing with his own, apparently without even knowing he was doing it. Jace and his friends were doing a good job of making him a totally unabashed, clueless little cock-hound. I turned, hands on my hips. "Come and show me how you ask nicely, Brendy." Brendan came right over, his hands on my shoulders as he pressed in to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Pretty please?" He lingered there, his stiffy right against the bulge in my sweats. I slid my hand down from his lower back, drawing him closer and letting a finger graze where his low-cut trunks left the top of his cleft exposed, and felt him hump against me slowly. I leaned down, bristling my stubbly chin along his uplifted neck to answer right against his ear. "That's better, Brendy." Still, he didn't draw away, and I let my hand slip down the seat of his shorts to hold him against me, as I felt for the broad base of the toy I had guessed would be there, plugging his teen boyhole. "But I'm not sure it would be appropriate, as big as you're getting." I kept my hand there, rocking the toy inside him, and he let me. "But Daddy, I want to. Please?" Brendan was rocking with the motion of my hand, rubbing his full fifteen-year-old boner against the semi-stiffie in my sleep pants as I made him beg. Since I had no intention of finishing him, I just slowed to a low rhythmic pressure as I held him there and pretended to consider. "Well, I suppose we can compromise. You sleep in your own room, in your own bed. But, if you like, I'll come and sleep with you, okay?" I could feel him shiver, his body tensing as he gripped tight around the toy each time I pressed it into him. "But you need to agree to some ground rules, if I'm going to do that. Agreed?" Brendan didn't say anything for a long moment, holding onto me, pretending I somehow didn't notice how hard he was, sliding himself along my bulge. It was difficult not to get fully hard, myself. But that would come later. "Brendy?" "Hunh? Oh. Yes, Daddy. Agreed." He's cute when he blushes. I gave his bottom a manly pat, and kept my hand there as I steered him back down the hall to his room, but no longer teased the base of his butt-plug. "Um, what ground rules?" "You've agreed already, Brendy." I said, firmly. "That's the main thing. But we can go over them as we're settling in." He was already used to doing what he was told, but I never missed a chance to undermine his self-assurance further. I kept my hand possessively on my teen step-kid's ass as I steered him back to his own room. I felt him hesitate as we stepped inside, and I cupped his ass to press the base of his boyplug reassuringly. "You've been decorating," I said, carefully not giving any hint of whether I approved or not. But, of course, I did. Brendan blushed and squirmed, adjusting his boner in his sheer, skimpy briefs, likely hoping I wouldn't notice the big, pink, cock-shaped bong on his desk, behind his newest toy - a big, glossy, red dildo shaped like canine anatomy. Looked like Tino's big, unfixed, male Great Dane was in for a treat. Hot. Brendan's computer was idle, it's screen playing a slow montage of what at first looked like children's cartoons, but at second glance was a slideshow of some of the raunchiest gay furry porn I had ever seen. Most centered around subby little femboys getting used by bigger, tougher types. I noticed more of the same as I stretched out on his narrow bed, taped to the wall where he could look at them as he jerked off. His sheets were stiff in spots, and reeked of cum. I Lay atop the blankets, spread my legs, and tried not to smile as Brendan fought to keep his boner from escaping his pants. "Come lie down, so I can explain the rules," I said. Brendan blushed, but crawled up the bed between my legs when I beckoned to him, and I drew him into a hug as his stiffy snugged right up to the chub in my sweat-pants, which I rewarded with a lingering butt-pat. "Now, first of all..." Brendan tensed a bit as I slipped my hand down the back of his briefs, but my other hand soothed him and he nestled in again, almost nuzzling my armpit as I continued. "I don't feel that this is quite appropriate, Brendy." My hand down his shorts teased and tugged at his boyplug, and I heard a little involuntary moan as I started fucking him with it, slowly. "It could lead to mixed-up feelings, you understand?" Brendy nodded, nuzzling deeper into my underarm to hide a blush, even as he spread his legs a bit and began unconsciously humping his stiff teenage boner against me. "Now, I understand it feels really good here," I continued, now slipping my fingers under the base, and circling his lubed, plugged, sensitive ring with a fingertip, all around where the toy stretched and filled him, "And there's nothing wrong with that. That's just who you are, and I love you, Brendy." I was still teasing his slicked-up hole, and he was arching back into it as he replied, "I love you too, Daddy." As a reward, I gave his toy a tug, then pressed it in deeper, then pulled it back, then pressed it in. I slow fucked him, rocking his stiff, captive cock all up in my junk. I shifted a bit undereath him, letting him feel me get hard, too. "Good boy," I said. "Now, I understand this is important to who and what you are, so I don't want to take it away. But just to make sure you don't start confusing how you feel about this kind of thing with how you ought to feel about me, I'm sorry, Brendy, but I am going to have to take it out." I didn't immediately. Instead, I kept teasing him with it, slipping a fingetip around his greasy, quivering butthole, tugging the toy, then pushing it in again as I pressed a thigh against his hip, arching into him while he instinctively humped his hard little teem boy boner against mine. "Give me a good boy kiss, to show you understand." I let up with the hand I had at the back of his neck to keep his face close to my pit, ruffling his hair as he slid up me to comply, but I kept slowly teasing his fuckhole with my other hand on and under the base of the fat plug inside him. I let him just press my mouth with his, but drew back as his tongue instinctively sought for mine with the briefest, grazing touch. "On the cheek, Brendy." A low arch of my hips under him, with a matching slow pump of the toy, as I offered my cheek instead. "Be good." "Sorry, Daddy," he breathed against my stubbly jaw. "I forgot." He planted a soft, sweet kiss on my cheek, and lingered there, stroking me hard in my sleep pants with his teen boy boner straining his skimpy, flimsy briefs and my thighs gripped his hips, holding him there as I slowly tugged out the plug, played at losing my grip and pushing it back in again. I kissed and sucked at the soft skin of his neck in return, bristled there with my upper lip and the scruff of my chin, then spoke low with my lips just at his ear. "Don't worry, boy," I said as I slowly, patiently drew it out of his snug, shivering pucker. "I'll help you put it back in the morning, if you like." His hungry, little hole didn't want to let go, but I took it easy on him, finally drawing it out, and out of his briefs. "Now, you'll want to clean this off," I said, handing him the sticky buttplug, still warm from his own ass. "And turn over, so we can spoon. It's a small bed, so we're going to be a bit crowded." I helped him shift around so my junk in my sleep pants was snug up against his barely-clad backside, and murmered a whiskery "Good boy," just under his ear with another kiss, as he slipped the toy into his mouth to suck on. "All cozy?" I asked as he pressed his ass back to rock against my captive cock. "Good. Now, second ground rule, we don't want any funny business," I added, as I slow humped once so he could feel me thicken along his stroking cleft. "We are going to keep our pajamas on. That means your tops and bottoms, understand?" I let my upper arm hug him back against me, pulling his tank top aside just enough that my fingertips brushed across a nipple, and he murmered a shy, affirmative "Mm hmm" around the toy in his mouth. "And, finally," I added, teasing down his bare belly with the hand of my left arm, underneath him, "I don't want you jerking off in bed with me, here. It just wouldn't seem decent, even if we're both guys." I slid my hand lower, wiping the traces of lube off of the fingers that had been teasing his butthole, tracing around the blatant outline of his boner and leaving a faint, brown streak across the wet spot he'd soaked through the flimsy fabric already. "And so, since I know you have trouble obeying rules, I will be keeping my hand here, all night, to be sure you don't. Understand?" His response was another little moan, submissive and slutty, as he squirmed betweem rubbing his butt along my erection trapped against him and bucking his own stiffie into my hand. I rewarded him with a slow, milking stroke as I slow-humped against him again. "Good boy. And I can tuck you in again, if you slip out the leg-hole or anything." I thumbed his cock down to slip free of his shorts, and brushed fingers up along the underside, gathering his freely-flowing pre, then tucked it back in, and wiped my fingers off, tracing his length again. He moaned again, almost a whimper, and nodded, and snuggled back. I rewarded him with soft, lingering neck-kisses, slow humping him and caressing his most private, sensitive spots with warm, restless hands, holding him against me. His heart was racing, and he was trying hard not to squirm any more than he already was, afraid I might stop what I was doing. He lay there, letting me do it, sucking on his butt-plug, eyes fixed on the slow montage of graphic, gay, borderline abusive furry porn filling the monitor of his computer just across the narrow room as I spoke into the nape of his neck. "Now, I want you to try to lie still, Brendy," I said in my low, firm voice warm against his skin, lips and stubble brushing where I spoke. "Otherwise, you might give me an erection, and I wouldn't want you to get embarrassed by making me as hard as you like to be, when you show off and tease your faggy friends." Ignoring that I was already hard, I stroked and pumped his cock slowly, using my grip to draw his ass back against mine, humping in time to my strokes. My free hand found a nipple again, thumbed it, circled slowly. "Because I wouldn't want you to get mixed up feelings for me that might change our relationship in ways that can't be undone. Understand?" I rewarded his slutty, little moan with a fond hug and soft kissed on his shoulder, and bristled and sucked at his neck as I resumed casually moletsting him. "Not that I'd think less of you, because I love how brave you are for being who you are, inside. But, you see, if you got to wanting things from me, it might be hard for me to refuse." I curled a leg up over his thigh, so he could squirm his gay teenage ass right up against my junk and grind on me through my sleep pants as I teased his cock out to milk out another slow flow of precum, then slid him back in to wipe over his cock again, intent on making his shorts soaked slick, sticky and transparent. "Ordinarily, I know, if you caused a man to get an erection, you'd feel obliged to ask him to let you do something about it - very properly so. I am proud that you take responsibility." "Which is why it would be very wrong of you to tease me on purpose, Brendy, if you weren't sure you meant to follow through. So that's why these ground rules, when we sleep like this, Understand?" I pressed my full, ten-inch erection against him where his shorts had bunched across his sticky, empty, boyhole. "If you got all mixed up feeling that way for me, I expect honesty. Even if I love you so much, it would be difficult for me to refuse." "So try to be still," I concluded, teasing and kissing and stroking his boner to keep him squirming restlessly back against my cock. "And think very carefully about how you behave from here on out, if you don't want what we have together to change into something else, okay? Because if it did, that'd be for keeps. So think about it." I said, firmly. "I love you, Brendy." "I love you, Daddy." he mumbled around a mouth full of butt-plug as I bristled and kissed his neck, and angled his ass back to meet each slow thrust as I humped against him with a slow, wiggling press of his hips. I continued teasing and edging him, his senses full of my adult, male scent, until his eyes drifted shut on visions of slutty femboys being soaked in cum by big bad wolves. I knew he'd have a lot to think about, and I was pretty sure I could guess what he'd decide. I could wait.