Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2016 21:29:37 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 37

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After my shower, I went downstairs and got the audio recorder and the USB.

I glanced briefly at the armchair and all I could picture was me on my back
being fucked by Peter's dad.  I couldn't get it out of my mind.  Even
though I had showered I felt so unclean.

It wasn't just that I had been fucked by the father of a boy I had come to
love.  It was his age and appearance.  I was more at ease having sex with
Peter who was admittedly underage.  He was gorgeous, as were his brothers.

His brothers were legal and in the age range of guys I usually went for.  I
had, prior to Peter, confined myself to guys 18-25 and since I didn't
break-up with a guy once I was dating him I had slept with guys as old as
30, but I had never had sex with someone as old as Peter's dad.

I glanced at the couch where I had kissed this man.  I liked kissing but I
had no interest in Peter's dad yet I had made out with him simply because I
had been told by Peter to seduce him.  And then I had enticed him to the
armchair to fuck me in film.

And he didn't just fuck me.  He hurt me.  He shoved his big cock into me
and even though it was painful I begged him to keep fucking me and to do it
harder just so Peter could have his porno of his father fucking me on film.

Why did he want this film?  He said it was to use to get his older brother
to have sex with me.  I liked the idea of Paul having sex with me.  He was
hot, just like his two brothers, and it was appealing to have sex with all
three boys I had seen moving furniture into the house next door that
faithful day.  But what was in it for Peter?

I doubted Peter even liked me.  I suspected he was a sociopath or at least
a narcissist.  I doubted he could feel empathy or care for anyone.

When I had first met him the way he talked about girls indicated he just
used them for sex.  He had even fucked one in my bedroom.

He definitely was only using me for sex.  In spite of fantasizing about it
the week he had stayed at my house, I knew he would at some point get
married and have kids.  I was just something to use.

And there on the chair he had used me to get his father fucking me on film
one hour ago.

Why had I done it?  Sure I would like to have sex with his other brother
but I didn't want it that bad to whore myself out.  I had gotten him to
delete the film of me entering 13 year old Ian so that was something, for
both me and Ian.

Had I had basically whored myself just to get a 20 second film of me on an
underage boy's back deleted?

I hadn't just whored myself.  A whore can turn off their emotions and
replace them with a hunger for cash.  I felt everything.  I felt disgusted
kissing his father.  I hated being under him, that big cock, bigger than
Peter and David's cocks that I loved in my ass, being slammed into me.

I felt like I had been raped twice there on my chair, once by Peter who
made me do it and by his father who physically did it.  And I had let them,
hell I had begged him and pretended to love it for the camera so Peter
could film it.

I contemplated throwing the chair out (though it had been expensive when we
bought it and I ha double paid for it as I only got to keep it by giving up
cash as part of my expensive divorce settlement).

I turned, disgusted with myself and disgusted at the site of my
humiliations, and went upstairs.

In my upstairs office I first checked video captured on the USB key.  I had
no desire to see the video and relive that man, Peter's dad, an adult male
(whose age I could only guess but he was older than anyone I had fucked let
alone let fuck me), fucking my ass in my living room and me pretending to
like it, crying out for more.  But I did want to check to see if anything
that had happened on the couch was captured.

I was less sympathetic to Peter's father now that he had fucked me, and had
fucked me hard with no sensitivity to what he was doing to my ass.  Sure I
had been the reason for that with my agreeing to do this for Peter and then
my asking him to do it harder when it was already painful.

Luckily for Paul Sr. (and thanks to me) nothing on the couch was caught on
the video.  The video starts with me walking to the chair wearing only a
jockstrap, getting on my back on the armchair, lubing my own ass and then
holding my legs apart and seeming to ask to be fucked (there was no sound,
at least not yet, on the video, but you could tell I was asking to be
fucked).  Then Paul Sr. enters the frame walking towards me and pushing his
pants down to just below his ass.  It did look sort of convincing that he
was just taking me and using me after I had begged for it (though it would
have been more convincing if he still had his shirt on).

I couldn't watch anymore after he lined up his cock with my hole, as I
remembered the pain, so I clicked it off, trying to get the images I had
just seen and those still fresh from the living room one hour ago, out of
my head.

After I calmed myself I then listened to the audio.  I could hear us in
addition to the hockey game when we were on the couch.  I could make out
someone sucking cock (you couldn't tell who it was only someone giving
someone a blowjob) and you could hear kissing.  I was optimistic maybe I
could only hear it over the hockey game on the TV because I knew what to
listen for, though Peter would know what to listen for and if he played it
for his father Paul Sr. would know what to listen for.

I still wasn't sure this was about convincing his older brother to have sex
with me (or how that would work).  I suspected it was to blackmail his own
father.

It is only when we moved to the chair you could tell it was me and his
father as our voices were clear, me begging to be fucked and fucked harder
and him telling me to take his big cock.  I was sick to me stomach.

If his father knew the blackmail was coming the audio on the couch was
obtuse enough he could deny it was him, maybe say it was me and someone
else first and that he only fucked me when I begged for it and when the
other person didn't want to (though why he had his shirt off might be hard
to explain once the sound was added to the video).

If he was blindsided by this audio it would be enough to knock him off
balance.  He might confess making out with me on the couch and sucking my
cock and Peter might be able to make him confess who knew what else as I
clearly wasn't his first.

I thought about warning him but I didn't want to see him again.  I was
disgusted by what I had done and what he had done to me (even if he had
been an innocent victim and I was a co-conspirator).

I just wanted to put it behind me.  This awful chapter was over.  I had
done my best to protect Peter's father in a situation that could have been
much worse.

Besides, I hated what I had been forced to do so Peter's father's needs
were no longer my priority.  I had never had sex with anyone over 30 before
and not only had I done that now twice, with someone I didn't find
attractive (I wondered if Peter, David and Paul Jr. would lose their looks
when they got older), I had done it on film.

I went back downstairs, putting the USB key back in the camera and the
audio recorder back where it had been.  I then got a bottle of vodka, the
orange juice and a glass and went to my bedroom and proceeded to get
completely drunk watching TV.

When I woke up on Sunday I found the camera and the audio recorder gone.
Peter must have come and gotten them either that morning or maybe during
the night (I was passed out so if he had tried to wake me he wouldn't have
likely been able to).

Later in the day, as my hangover went away, I did some work in my office.
When I checked my e-mail there was one from Peter saying "job well done."
There was a video file attached.

I had no intention of looking at the video of myself being fucked by his
father.  I had already checked to see how incriminating the start had been
for that man and I definitely didn't want to see him fucking me up the ass
with his middle age cock and relive the pain of that mammoth piece of meat
being rammed into my ass with no finesse, me begging for more even though I
was experiencing searing pain.  And then him ripping it from my sore ass
when he was done shooting his middle age cum up my ass.

I went to my bedroom and poured myself a drink.

I still had work to do, but I was intent on getting drunk again, though
maybe a little less as I had to be in the office in the morning.

Once I got a little tipsy drinking and working on my computer I decided to
open my e-mail again and look at the attachment.  I didn't want to see
myself getting fucked by his old man, but with some liquid courage in me I
wasn't terrified of seeing it either.

When I opened the file it wasn't his father fucking me in the armchair.  It
was Peter fucking my mouth in that same chair the day earlier.

Peter had added the sound.  I guess him adding the sound and sending it to
me was a reward for my having done what I had been told.

A twisted reward as a video of me sucking an underage boy's cock, well less
sucking than having my face fucked, was not exactly a healthy gift,
psychologically or legally as it was evidence that could send me to jail.
Evidence that was on Peter's computer, my computer and stored forever on
our respective service providers' servers for the police to find.

But I was now twisted.  Peter had made me this way.  I actually appreciated
him putting the sound to the film and sending it to me as a thank-you in
spite of the risks.  I had fond memories of my head being held in his lap
and him thrusting up into my mouth.  I had felt like I was being embraced
by him as I helped get this teen god off.

I must say the synchronizing was perfect.  I had found this video hot when
I had seen just the pictures but with sound it was ten times hotter with
words coming out of Peter's mouth.

I found myself no longer interested in getting drunk to forget sex with his
father.  Instead I spent the rest of the evening watching the video and
jacking again and again.  I couldn't hold off making myself cum to watch
the entire video, I was so turned on by the sight of naked Peter holding my
head and thrusting his cock into my drooling eager mouth.  I came four
times before I made it all the way to the end (and I only needed to take a
minute or two breaks in between cumming before I was drawn back to my
computer to continue watching).

Then I found myself back at my computer watching it a second time.  I must
have cum a ten times that night watching us on film.

Before I went to bed I went downstairs and looked at the armchair.  Thanks
to that video I no longer had images of his father in my mind.  All I could
see when I looked at the chair was the sight of naked Peter holding my head
in his lap snugly shoving his big cock up into my mouth.

I had it bad for this boy.

At least he had given me my expensive chair back (it wouldn't need to be
burned) and dulled the memory of me with his old man.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN