Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2021 16:01:15 +0000
From: Ben Writing <benwriting@protonmail.com>
Subject: A New Daddy for Ted's Boys 2

Thanks to everyone who responded to part 1. I hope that you like this
chapter too.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that contains descriptions of sexual
relationships involving minors. If that isn't allowed for you, please don't
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A New Daddy for Ted's Boys 2 (m/b (11, 13) oral, anal, incest, humil)
by Ben Writing

Jeremy

He could never explain why he felt the way that he did, but the man made
him spring a boner at the merest whiff of anything sexual. Sure, he was at
that age when spontaneous erections happen all of the time, but it was
much, much more. All that he wanted to do was please the man who had taken
them in. Sometimes that meant working around the house, sometimes it meant
yard work or helping one of the man's friends at their home or business and
sometimes it meant bending over and taking a big cock up your little
asshole.

Never having given that act any thought before, it was amazing how much he
wanted it now. When Mr. Kincaid, Jeremy's master and new daddy, was fucking
him, it meant that Jeremy was the chosen one. He could fuck any of the
three of them, plus many others he had come to find out, but at that moment
he chose the eleven year-old alone. The boy would work his ass off,
literally, to keep the man happy and thrusting away. He loved it when he
made him cum, but it was always sad and empty when he took his huge weapon
back and cruelly let one of the others suck it clean.

Rory's first time had been planned for a long time, but being the first, he
was not prepared for what he was going through. Petey had rushed things by
demanding that he stay the night, which meant that he was forced to submit
to a serious, somewhat unplanned, anal work over to be granted that
privilege.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was completely prepared. They had been working
up to it for months, but Mr. Kincaid was more than happy to take Rory every
single night while Jeremy slowly took a more active role. By the time the
fateful moment arrived, he had consumed both his brother's and his master's
seed countless times, he had eaten out his brother to help loosen him for
fucking, he had inartfully rimmed the man as he pounded into the older boy,
the taste not the clean, earthy taste of a boy but the funky, smelly taste
of a man. He didn't like it, but he'd do it willingly, as well as willingly
sucking the shit stinking remnants pulled from Rory's rectum in order to
return the man's cock to him squeaky clean.

But when it was his time, his new daddy had been much more gentle. Jeremy
had seen the way that Mr. Kincaid mated with Rory, it was like an animal,
all taking, all need, nothing shared. It had been the same for Petey
tonight, Mr. Kincaid had fucked him like he had been taking it for
years. Yes, of course Petey wanted it, but it had to be a brutal
experience, so different from Jeremy's.

His new daddy could never admit it, but Jeremy knew that he liked him
best. When he bred him, he would pull him close and kiss him if the others
weren't watching. And yes, Jeremy knew that it was another way to show his
power, but it didn't feel that way, it felt like he was the most special
boy in the world and it made him wish that he his daddy would fuck him all
day, every day, for the rest of his life.

That's what he was thinking as he lay awake later that night. A pattern had
developed; once any remaining work was done, sexual and otherwise, Rory was
dismissed to another bedroom to sleep. The boy liked his space, so it was
mutual. Petey was the lowest, well, second lowest now that their former
father was here, so he slept on the couch. After Ted had finished cleaning
all of Petey's butt funk off of Mr. Kincaid's dick and simultaneously been
dry-fucked by the tiny dick of his youngest child, he was ordered to return
to the hall to sleep outside his new master's door.

So now it was just the two of them; his new daddy sleeping next to him,
Jeremy unable to sleep, the itch too intense. It was an itch that Rory
couldn't scratch, it was an itch that could only be relieved by the
now-flaccid man-meat attached to the snoring man beside him. He wasn't
allowed to touch Mr. Kincaid without permission, but he stared at his bare
chest and longed to caress him. He stared hard at the man's face, hoping
that he would will him awake and then his new daddy would use his
sleep-boner to fuck him silly. Jeremy wanted it so bad that he took the
ultimate risk, tapping the man on the shoulder then pretending to sleep.

It took a minute for Barry to fully wake up. He thought that he sensed
movement, but when he looked, the boy next to him was breathing deeply and
evenly, sound asleep. There was a bit of moonlight entering the room and he
could make out the boy's pretty features. Barry had rules, one of the most
important was that fucking between men and boys had a purpose and that was
to establish respect and comroderee. It wasn't about falling in
love. That's why it was difficult for him to look at Jeremy this way,
because he knew that something was different. He was developing a favorite
and that wouldn't go unnoticed. It could ruin the delicate balance of power
in the household.

At the very least, looking at the boy was causing a renewed
horniness. Feeling his big dick start to lengthen, he reached over and
started to rub the thin, smooth chest of the child. The boy was delicate,
not like the other two who could take anything that you threw their
way. Even after the night that they had, there was a need deep inside Barry
to be with this middle child, he slid his arms under him and pulled the boy
across the bed until he was pressed tight to his own chest. Jeremy, who had
been feigning sleep, opened his eyes, looked at his new daddy who was so
close and smiled. His master knew that he needed the security of being held
like this, their bodies forced together, his small penis reacting
forcefully, the boy pressing it into the man's abdomen. And he could feel
the tip of his daddy's cock pressing into his spongy balls. It made him
giggle, something that wouldn't be tolerated in the other two brothers.

"I need you," Mr. Kincaid said breathily, "I need to be inside of you," he
added as he moved his head toward the child's and gave him a small
kiss. Jeremy held the man's cheeks and laughed, then kissed him back. The
boy knew what was expected and inched his way down to find the man's big,
hard dick. This was the time that things could go slow, that Jeremy could
enjoy himself and go explore. He stroked the wide, thick slab of flesh, a
drop of dew appearing that the boy spread around the squishy glans before
taking the dick into his mouth, the first taste always so powerful. Without
showering it was a combo of everywhere that dick had been; sweaty clothes,
Petey's rectum, even his former father's mouth. It was pungent, but the boy
was used to some odd tastes associated with sex play and it actually made
him harder.

"Yeah, baby, suck that big cock, oh, man," Mr. Kincaid groaned. Jeremy felt
a warmth in his belly from knowing what a good job he was doing as he
coated the man with copious amounts of saliva. This was his chance to
effect how the next step would go, because in the these middle-of-the-night
matings, Mr. Kincaid was never very interested in preparing the recipient
for his cock. Luckily, the youngster had been fucked so many times recently
that a thick sheen of spit and the ability to control his sphincter at will
would make the whole thing possible. Not just possible, but delicious,
naughty fun for the eleven year-old. "Ok," the man announced, "on your
back." Jeremy pushed away and flopped onto the bed as instructed, pulling
his legs to his chest to present himself to his master.

The boy grew even harder when he saw his daddy reach into the nightstand
drawer and grab the lube bottle. This was a rare treat, Mr. Kincaid had
theories about fucking naturally that he normally stuck to, that spit
should be enough for a boy to take him. Like most things with the man, that
was how he felt, but he also enjoyed the extra sensation, the extra power
and extra submission of a boy who would gladly suffer to please him despite
adequate preparation.

But if he wanted things to go easy, especially if it involved his prized
houseguest, he brought out the slippery stuff to enhance the
experience. Using his fingers to roughly apply the lube up the boy's soft
hole, Barry lubed his cock and lined it up at the boy's twitching
entrance. Staring down at the hard pre-teen cock and small, hairless
ballsack in the foreground, he watched as he slowly sunk inside the warm
embrace of the child's bowels. Jeremy moaned when he felt himself open, the
presence of lube turning the trial of that first entry into a beautiful,
warm stretching instead of the halting force of the normal process.

In seconds, Mr. Kincaid was all of the way in, his entrance butter smooth
as both males groaned happily. With as much practice as he'd gotten, Jeremy
knew to be vocal, announcing, "Oh, daddy, you fuck me so good, you feel so
big in my ass, fuck!" his head laid back as he acclimated once again to the
huge mancock. The pain of being pushed open from inside was still a combo
of wonderful and torturous that took a few moments to morph into all
pleasure.

Bowing to his slight coddling of Jeremy, Barry gave him those moments to
get used to his girth before he started. Feeling the boy relax and his
sphincters allow some movement, not slackening, just penetrable, he started
to commence a rapid pace. Each hard thrust resulted in a small cry from the
boy as he sat pulling on his own hard dick. Bending down so that his face
was inches from the child, Barry commanded, "I want you to cum while I'm
still fucking you, then I want you to cum again when I shoot in your ass"

The order to orgasm drew an immediate, involuntary response as the boy felt
a wave of pleasure come over him at the permission to cum that was granted
by his master. When Barry closed the last inch and pushed their lips
together, roughly forcing his big tongue inside the small boy's mouth,
Jeremy quickly went over the cliff and started to cry into the man's mouth
as his body shook in climax.

Feeling the boy twitch below him and his anus spasming and clenching his
thrusting cock, Barry groaned and picked up the pace. The amazing obedience
that the middle child had learned was a delight to the man and he continued
to give the boy what he most desired; more cock up his little ass. Never
losing his erection, the child paused stroking long enough to let his
shivers subside, but resumed when his returned to his senses. Being
prepubescent, multiple orgasms were the norm rather than an
exception. Knowing that they would be at an end following his transition
into manhood from watching Rory, Jeremy had vowed to make the best of
them. Unlike most boys who dream of that first wet shot, he dreaded the
thought.

The feeling of the big, wide dick inside of him became hyper-real after he
came. One of the reasons that he liked being on his back was to feel his
daddy's big sack spank his butt as he plowed him. Almost more than the
actual feeling of the cock plowing him, it was the rhythm and force of
those slaps that told him how hard his daddy was fucking him. As soon as he
returned to consciousness, he realized that Mr. Kincaid was on a mission to
cum, his balls hitting the boy with a smooth, quick drumbeat that made
Jeremy's heart flutter and cock lurch. He wanted that thick jizz in him and
he knew that it was coming soon. Once it did, there would be no holding
back his second, dry boygasm. His daddy was alternating between releasing
him and separating their bodies as he gained as much leverage as possible
for powerful strokes, then holding the boy to his chest, Jeremy feeling the
sweat as they slid against each other and that giant tongue inside his
mouth, marking the child as his own. It made the obedient boy swoon.

Normally he would have turned this into a gymnastics event, fucking the
pretty boy in every position possible, but now he wanted to give the boy
what he needed so that he could get enough sleep for school. Fucking as
hard and fast as his body could muster, Barry was getting closer and closer
to his final shot. When Jeremy started to blab between kisses, "Oh, I love
you fucking me, daddy! You're my real daddy, I love you, please cum in me
so that I can cum again!" Barry was done. The little thing's complete and
total surrender to him was the best and he started to feel the familiar
tingle spreading from behind his scrotum.

"Fuck yeah, I'll give it to you, you fucking slut!" he announced, "you want
my cum? Here it is, right up your pussy, oh!" he cried, "Take daddy's cum
you whore, I'm filling your fucking hole!" he said as the spasms struck,
his cock flexing and his balls beginning to empty, deep inside the young
boy. At the first swelling, Jeremy went over again too, knowing that he was
allowed to shive again now that his master had bred him, he started to
shake uncontrollably as he felt the man's cock twitch over and over inside
of him, knowing that each movement meant more and more of his beloved
semen.

Barry held himself against the boy as every last bit of his jizz filled the
baby rectum. He liked to make sure that it stayed there as long as
possible, so he kept the boy in the bent-up, gravity-assisted position, his
cock acting as a plug until he finally, slowly withdrew, holding the boy's
ass in the air to keep him from dropping his legs and wasting his
ejaculate. "Hold your legs up," he commanded, "keep daddy's cum inside
you." He placed a second pillow under his butt, the boy's gaping hole open
to the sky while he lay uncomfortably doubled up in order to please
Mr. Kincaid.

After a short clean up, Barry finally let his boy relax, but him him keep
his butt up to avoid leaking. This was always the toughest time for Jeremy,
his body violently rejected having a big load of man cream sitting in his
rectum, but he did his best, his guts convulsing, the urge to expel the cum
almost impossible to avoid. He lasted about ten minutes when Barry, who had
started to drift off, noticed the predicament. He stood up as the boy
writhed on the bed and walked to the door. Finding Ted just outside, he
woke him, "I have a job for you," Kincaid announced and Ted hopped to his
feet.

When he saw his son's unturned, distended asshole, he knew what was
expected and knelt between the boy's thighs, pressing his lips to the
stinky pucker and waiting to receive the output of the man's load and
whatever shit came with it. His mind shut off, he wouldn't even remember
what it felt or tasted like, he was just obedient to his new master as the
other man pressed on Jeremy's belly and he began to empty the contents of
his bowels into his former father's mouth.


Rory

The next morning, Barry and Jeremy left the bedroom after showering and
found breakfast being made by the other boys. The pleasant finding was that
Ted had taken to his place in the pecking order, being commanded by Petey
and running around to comply with orders as small as packing backpacks and
as weird as wiping the boy's ass. These were repeats of what Rory demanded
of his brother in the absence of Jeremy.

The wheels started to turn for Barry. The way that Ted's family turned out
was the result of Ted never being brought up to obey anyone. He never
learned the respect that came from having a master to serve and he
definitely hadn't experienced the obedience required to submit to getting
railed by another man. So it wasn't his fault and he'd have to learn. But
there was going to be a catch; Ted could earn the oldest and youngest back,
someday, but Jeremy was Barry's to keep, and that wasn't negotiable.

Ted's presence threw a wrinkle into the balance of the house, but his
acquiescence to the others made it tolerable. What was changing was Rory's
awareness of Barry's preference for Jeremy. He was his master, he could do
what he pleased, but that didn't stop the desire to have his needs
fulfilled and with two other boys, and now his father, where there had once
been only him, he wasn't getting what he required.

This was where he was at during third period shop class. Rory was
attentive, knowing that his studies were the most important thing to his
master, but he couldn't help thinking that he had an itch that he couldn't
scratch. The intrusion into his thoughts of these needs was effecting his
concentration until he realized that he was being called out, "Earth to
Rory," his burly shop teacher was calling, "come into my office for a
second," he told him, indicating the sparcly furnished room attached to the
large shop classroom. Rory jumped up and obediently hustled into the other
room and his teacher closed the door.

"What do you need, Mr. Breen?" Rory asked right away, "Did I do something
wrong?"

Mr. Breen was a huge man, 6'5" and easily 250, mostly muscle. His manner
was gruff, but the students, at least the boys, liked him because of his
command of the machinery in the room and his ability to meld wood to his
will. "Nothing yet," he started, "but you've been doing so well lately and
today you seem to be reverting to the old Rory," he explained, "and I
wanted to see if there was anything that I could do to help."

Was there anything? The answer, as he started to get his first erection not
ordered by Mr. Kincaid is six months, was that he needed to get fucked. It
was a requirement for him to behave at this point, and if he didn't get it,
he would turn into his old self. But, could he ever communicate that to the
manly teacher in front of him? The man who looked more like a lumberjack
than a schoolteacher? "No, I'm ok," he answered.

"Ok, well, just remember that you can talk to me anytime," Mr. Breen told
him, "even during lunch, if you are worried about the other kids," he
gestured with his head toward the glass window in the door that looked out
to the busy, loud shop.

"Thanks," Rory answered, then turned and walked out before he embarrassed
himself.

Fourth period Rory was like a trapped rat, he was squirming in his seat,
disrupting the class and not able to concentrate. He could see the look
that his teacher was giving him: here we go again. The teen knew just what
he needed to do. When the lunch bell rang, he headed back to the shop
classroom.

Mr. Breen was working at a table saw. Not wanting the man to lose another
fingertip, since he was known for his two stubby digits caused by earlier
accidents, Rory waited until the man stopped the saw before he announced
his presence and the teacher asked, "Hey, Rory, what can I do for you?"

The boy looked around, the door to the room had a window with a rolling
shade over it. Not able to stop himself, he walked to the door, turned the
lock, closed the shade and walked up to the man who was watching this all
with confusion. Mr. Breen towered over the thirteen year-old and made the
boy hard as stone. He so badly wanted, no, needed, to be taken by this
giant that he took no time with pleasantries, dropped to his knees on the
cold, hard cement and pawed at the front of the man's baggy Carhartt work
pants.

"What the fuck!" the teacher exclaimed, "what are you doing?"

"You said that you'd help, this is what I need," the boy pleaded, "I need a
master to take care of me," then, just to make it clear, "I need you to
fuck me like a boywhore." Not waiting for a reaction, Rory continued to
grab at the pants and soon extracted the biggest dick that he'd ever seen
in his life, and it wasn't even hard!

"Rory, stop doing that," the man ordered. The boy obeyed, letting go of the
big hunk of mancock, "what are you thinking?"

"This is what I need to make me be better, master," he pleaded, "my new
daddy doesn't have enough to take care of all of us and I can feel myself
going in the wrong direction," he was starting to tear up, "I need it so
bad. I need you to slide this incredible cock into my little boypussy." He
paused as the man contemplated, his thickening dick giving him away, so
Rory went for the jugular, "my pussy is so tight and I'm so easy to
fuck. My master has trained me, you can fuck me so hard and I'll love
it. I'm begging you to help me. I need a new daddy," he almost cried.

Mr. Breen wasn't a softy, he was usually annoyed by the spoiled brats who
attended his school, which is why he was so concerned when his new star
pupil was regressing. What he didn't need was the old Rory creating
problems for him, so it wasn't out of kindness, instead it was out of
self-interest that the teacher took hold of his massive dick, as big around
as the boy's small wrist and put his hand on the kid's head to guide his
little mouth over him. The size was a new thing for the boy, the cock
stretching his lips from the moment that the glans forced its way
in. "That's it, you bitchboy, suck that big fucking cock," the man groaned
as a generous part of his cock disappeared into the wide-stretched mouth of
the teen and poked at the entrance to his throat, the boy gamely suppressed
his gag reflex through watering eyes.

The tight grip on his cock was the best the man had ever felt, but he was
promised the main course and knew that they didn't have forever to get
there. "If I'm gonna fuck you, you better get me good and wet and bend
over," the man said, fully onboard now, but calculating the amount of time
that they could expect some privacy.

Popping the dick from his lips, the boy said, "Let's go," and stood up,
"Where?" he asked.

The large man patted one of the work tables, "Right up here," he told the
boy, "on your back or on your front, you choose."

Rory used a stool to hop onto a table and pulled down his pants and
underwear revealing his hard, adolescent cock. He decided to roll over so
that he didn't have to take his shoes off, his pants still on his
legs. Kneeling on the stool, he looked behind him at the teacher, "Will you
help me open, daddy?" he asked coyly, presenting the bullseye of his
puckered sphincter.

Breen was on fire and would have done anything at that point. Leaning down
to inspect the young anus, he could see that his was no virgin. The boy's
pucker was puffy and darker than he was used to. You heard right, this
wasn't his first young asshole, but it may have been the most
well-used. Not minding, he leaned in full with his tongue attacking the
tangy opening. "Oh, yes, so good!" the boy called, loosening his hole at
will and inviting the man to explore deeper. The teacher was in heaven, he
loved the taste of boys; earthy, sweaty, it was the best. He knew exactly
what this slut needed because he'd seen it before. These desperate, needy
boys were always drawn to the burly man. And he gave them what they wanted
and more.

While the analingous may have been enjoyable, it wasn't necessary for the
next step and they both knew it. Pulling back to reinspect the gaping
opening, Mr. Breen knew that he could slide right in. Standing and sidling
up to the boys hole with his massive erection, he put pressure and the
glans popped in, the wide dick causing Rory to cry out loudly. The teacher
stopped and withdrew, looked around and spotted the paint shaker that he'd
ordered to mix varnish. Flipping the switch, the room was filled with the
sound of rattling cans. Mr. Breen smiled lecherously as he began to
re-enter the boy, "Squeal as loud as you want, slut, no one will hear you
now," and he pushed forward, the boy opening to him unlike anyone ever had
before, at the same time letting out a scream that would have sent the
principal running if not for the sound of the machinery.

"Fuck, kid," he groaned as the warmth of the young asshole enveloped him,
slowly gobbling him up until he had buried his full length into the
impossibly compliant butthole. Holding on to the kid's tight buttcheeks,
the shop teacher began to ride him hard right from the start. Rory was
grunting loudly, his adolescent cock hard against the cold, smooth shop
table, being harshly rubbed between it and his body by the thrusting of the
huge man. Mr. Breen slapped his hands on the table so that he was laying
over the boy, his head towering over the child while his hips slammed into
him, the tight, but willing orifice giving him chills.

"Fuck, give me your cum!" Rory screamed over the combined racket of the
machinery and their copulating, "you've got the biggest fucking cock," he
said with a cry as it tore him open so delightfully, "please breed me,
daddy!"

The begging took things up four notches for the teacher and he could feel
himself getting close to granting the boy his wish. When he felt the rush
he yelled, "Here it comes, bitch, take my fucking cum!" and roared as the
first volley exploded inside the shaking child.

As he felt the cock inside of him flex forcefully as it emptied its gold,
making Rory his as far as the boy was concerned, his own cock started to
spit its watery semen, leaking out onto the hard table and wetting his
belly, mixing with his sweat as his dick continued to be dragged through it
by the orgasming spasms of his shop teacher.

When the man withdrew, Rory reflexively pinched his hole tight, holding the
man's semen as he'd been trained. He slid off of the desk, his
post-orgasmic cock still hard, spun around, dropped to his knees and
cleaned off the big, wilting dick with his mouth. "Fuck, kid, you're
something else," the man complimented as he stroked the boy's hair, but
Rory never heard him over the noise. It didn't matter, he knew that he'd
done good and he knew that he could be a good boy again. Reveling in the
caress of his new master, Rory dutifully packed him back into his
shop-pants and zipped him up.

They said a quick goodbye, Rory feeling the load start to leak into his
underwear and loved knowing that the wet spot would mark him as Mr. Breen's
boy. They unlocked the door to see the fifth period class waiting outside,
Rory smiling at their looks of confusion at the student and teacher locked
inside.

That night when he got to Mr. Kincaid's house and found his old father
being fucked hard by his new master, he didn't worry about losing his
place, he knew that he had another new daddy that would be happy to have
him.