Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2021 23:48:50 +0000 From: Ben Writing Subject: A New Daddy for Ted's Boys Disclaimer: this story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations involving children, including incest. If this is not ok for you, please don't read the story. Thank you to everyone who wrote about the first two parts. I've had lots of requests to take this story much farther. While I appreciate your enjoyment, I've decided that it's best to wrap things up with this installment. If you'd like to reach out, you can find me at benwriting@protonmail.com. Last, please consider donating to the archive: donate.nifty.org A New Daddy for Ted's Boys 3 (m/m, m/b, m/m/b, oral, anal, incest, humil) by Ben Writing Ted's Road to Redemption Learning to obey and submit to his master had changed Ted's life. He had a place in the world, his boys were happy and taken care of and he was becoming a man for the first time in his life. All because he had learned not to think. Like the boys, he had to earn his way, which was still a work in progress. That first night he had been forced to not only suck a man's dick for the first time, but clean all the young-boy ass funk still clinging to it from his youngest son's rectum. At the same time, that young son had taken his father's anal virginity and got his shivers, as the non-ejaculating boys liked to call them, after being thoroughly reamed by the same man that Ted was blowing. He didn't think that he could get lower until later that night when he was ordered to clean out the recently fucked ass of his middle son, sucking down all of the remaining jizz that poured out after the boy's new master had nutted deep in the eleven year-old's hole. By that time Ted wasn't even conscious of what he was doing, and that was what let him turn the corner. He stopped thinking and only obeyed. Kincaid had ordered him to call in sick to work and by noon the next day, the submissive man was on all fours taking an adult cock up his butt for the first time. The shock of it wasn't that it was happening, it was that he didn't struggle with it. Even more, he enjoyed it, because it was what his master wanted. In less than twenty-four hours he had gone from weak, to repulsed, to unfeeling, to empowered. He took power from pleasing his master. "You like my big dick up your pussy, Ted?" Kincaid taunted, "That's my boy, you take it, bitch, you're mine, you'll take what I give you and you'll like it. Tell me that you like it," he ordered. "I like it," Ted grunted, his insides burning, his guts quivering as he was brutally fucked. "Tell me to cum in you, cum in your pussy," the other man panted as he churned away into Ted's compliant asshole. "Ugh, cum in my pussy," he answered immediately and the other man unloaded, filling the pathetic man with his semen, forcing him to hold it inside of himself as long as possible, just like the boys. That afternoon when Rory got home and walked in on Mr. Kincaid fucking his father for the second time in a few hours, he was ready and able when their master pulled his cock from Ted's tight asshole and stepped aside, ordering Rory to sodomize his own father. As with every order from Barry, the boy immediately boned up at the first demand, taking his father aggressively, then continuing to fuck the man when Rory felt Mr. Kincaid slide into his boyass and start to plow away. "You've been fucked today," Barry observed when his cock slid into the loose sphincter and wet rectum of the young teen, "did you find a new daddy?" he hissed as he leaned close to the boy's ear. "I...I...," Rory started, but was interrupted. "Tell me, you don't have to lie, if you needed someone to take care of you then it's good that you had your needs fulfilled." He had started to slide in and out of the young boy. He loved knowing that the obedient kid knew what he needed and went to seek it out. Barry knew that Jeremy had been taking up most of his attention, this was how it was supposed to be. The man knew that he was sinking into the sloppy seconds of Rory's new daddy and he couldn't have been more turned on. "Yes," Rory grunted, "I needed a dick in my pussy, I needed cum inside me, so I got it." "That's so good," Kincaid purred while he slammed into the well-fucked boy, "Tell me that you need more," he goaded, "tell me that you need me to add to your new daddy's jizz in your sweet pussy" "Yes, daddy!" Rory reflexively yelled, "put more cum in my pussy, oh fuck!" he shouted as he felt the strong, painful flex of his master's cock bend and swell inside his little hole and start to spit glob after glob of man-cream into the boy, pooling with the shop teachers and sending Rory into orbit, "I'm gonna cum too!" he shouted as he fucked his own father, "oh god, oh god," he almost cried as the orgasm took over and he spit what meager load that remained from school into Ted's cunt. While Ted cleaned them both up with his tongue, Kincaid knew that the die was set on where they would go, he just needed to let it play out. Now that Ted was broken, he could start to turn him into a man. Rory was taken care of, Jeremy was Barry's, which left Petey. The last boy to fall would be the first one back into Ted's arms. Maybe even tonight. Making Things Right It started with Rory leaving, Barry having contacted the boy's teacher and arranging for the man to take up his role as the youth's master. Rory gleefully rode off to do his homework and get fucked, although maybe not in that order. Jeremy was compliant, not questioning the change when his own father was now allowed to sit at the table and eat with the others. He did register that there was an ease to his old father that he hadn't seen in years. It was confidence, borrowed from Barry, of course, but confidence nonetheless and Jeremy was fascinated. His new master recognized the understanding and knew that it was time to sort this whole thing out. Then there was Petey. He too borrowed his confidence from the master of the house, but he saw the change in Ted and didn't know how to react. Barry took the opportunity to restore order. "Petey, I know that it's confusing, last night you fucked your daddy and he cleaned your ass-juices off of my cock," he stated as if he was talking about a restaurant that they went to, "now he's sitting here with you, an equal. I know that's confusing, but here's the thing," then he looked right at the youngest, "Your father has learned, he has learned to submit to me and with that he is able to take his rightful place in your family." He looked hard to see if this registered, but the nine year-old was unsure. Unsure was bad, so he moved on. "Let's clear the table, then the four of us will go into the family room," Kincaid announced. It was time. The task completed, they adjourned to the next room, immaculately clean like the others, and Barry took a seat on the couch. "Ted, sit here with me," he told the man. "Ok, boys, it's time for your father to take his place back," he explained, "so you two need to take care of him." Both boys knew what this would mean with anyone else, most certainly with Mr. Kincaid, but also with his many friends. It meant that it was time to get down on their knees, open the man's pants and take his cock in their little mouths. They looked at each other and then at the men. "You know what you're supposed to do!" Mr. Kincaid barked, "get on your knees and start sucking some cock." Both boys dropped like they were struck by a bullet. Kneeling in front of their father, Jeremy took the lead, reaching for Ted's zipper and working his pants open, then pulled them right off, including his underwear, leaving his hard cock waving in front of his boys' faces. Jeremy, excited in a new way that he didn't understand, wanted to taste his real daddy's cock. Leaning down he let the steely missile press through his lips, dragging his tongue along the bottom as he took half of the shaft inside of him. "Take that whole cock," Mr. Kincaid said calmly, "do your job, open your throat." Jeremy did what he was told, bobbed his head with his mouth stretched wide, gobbling the big dick, taking more and more each plunge, until his nose was finally pressed into his father's unkempt pubic bush. The pretty eleven year-old was gagging and struggling, his clamping, spasming throat muscles sending amazing feelings right up Ted's spine. After living with his brain turned off since the night before, the site of his gorgeous, sweet middle-child convulsing in an effort to hold the shaft inside of him, wanting to please both of his fathers, awoke new feelings for Ted. When the boy pulled off and gasped for air, the child's willingness to please made Ted horny as hell and for the first time in a long, long time, he recognized his own power. "Get back on that dick, boy and get it nice and wet so I can slide it up your tight cunt," Ted ordered. Initially awkward, the new order of things sent a thrill through both Jeremy and Petey, who Barry ordered to suck on Ted's balls, "Get `em good and wet, faggot, suck `em right in and use that little tongue." Petey was exited to taste his real daddy's nutsack, so he did what he was told, taking the hairy, loose skin between his lips and sucking one big testicle inside like he was sucking a cherry through a straw. Ted groaned, "Fuck, that's it, baby, suck on daddy's balls," he encouraged, reaching around Jeremy's bobbing head an cupping his own scrotum to feed it to his youngest child. This went on for a few minutes; Jeremy fighting his gag reflex to repeatedly deepthroat his father while his little brother worshipped the loose balls. Barry was watching with pleasure, having removed his own clothes and sat idly stoking his hard dick. Finally, their master spoke, "Petey, get Jeremy ready to take your daddy's cock." While getting fucked was brand new to Petey, preparing his brothers for it was old hat and he jumped to it. Getting behind his kneeling brother, he pulled the older boy's cheeks apart and dove in with gusto, loudly slurping at his brother's dirty hole. The sensation of his brother's probing tongue and the knowledge of what it represented made Jeremy groan around his daddy's dick. His real daddy was going to fuck him! Allowing the minimum of preparation, Mr. Kincaid ordered the middle child, "Ok, enough, climb up here and sit on your daddy's cock." Jeremy slowly released his father's large dick, each glistening inch appearing from the boys mouth like a magic trick until it slapped wetly against Ted's belly. The boy climbed onto the couch, standing on his feet straddling his father, then started to squat down, grasping the penis when it was within reach and lining it up with his approaching asshole. When the pink pucker touched the spit-slick glans, Ted moaned as his son's anus opened, his cockhead in the warmest, tightest place that it had ever been in his life. There is no comparison to the sight and feeling of a beautiful, eleven year-old boy as he sits down on your cock. As each bit slipped inside Ted was more and more beside himself. When the boy's buttcheeks rested on his father's groin, the kid's little pecker steel hard as usual, the man thought that nothing could feel better. Then Jeremy started to bounce. Moving his knees under him, the boy started an aggressive, full length series of squats, fucking himself on his dad's cock. "Oh, daddy, yes," he groaned, his eyes closed as the feelings coursed through him. Knowing that it was his real daddy made it so special and Jeremy couldn't get enough of the big dick. "Petey, come here and get me wet," Kincaid ordered and the littlest boy slid over to start sucking his master, "You get me ready for Jeremy and I'll get you ready for your daddy," he explain as he spun the tiny kid around so that he was facing the man's dick from above and his ass was right in Barry's face. Barry pushed on the back of Petey's head to not-so-gently encourage him to get started while he stuck his tongue forcefully into the tangy little ass while he wrapped his arms across the little boy's back. Sweat and shit were the first flavors, but that didn't bother the man as he lapped away, cleaning the boy's ring and forcing it open with his tongue and fingers. Beside them, Ted was starting to get close to cumming as his son slapped his body down hard onto the incestuous cock, the warm, pliable sheath of the boy's insides too glorious. Ted had started to meet the strokes, lifting his hips faster and faster to meet the bouncing boy's body, his balls flying up and rhythmically slapping his son's butt. Jeremy's head was lolling around, his eyes unfocused as he was taken by his father until they all heard the next order from Kincaid. "Ok," the master said as he pushed the young boy off of him and onto the floor, "that's good enough, Petey," he addressed the smallest child, "get on all fours. Ted," he moved his attention to the other man, "time to take your baby, get down there and stick your dick up that tiny boypussy." Jeremy slid off of Ted, the man's cock repeating the magic act, looking like there was nowhere for that big thing to disappear inside that little boy, until it flopped out and smacked his stomach. As Ted slipped to the floor, Jeremy scrambled to Barry who picked him up and dropped him onto his back on the couch. Crawling on top of the boy, the aggressive man placed his cock-tip at the wide-open entrance to his beloved boy and pushed, "Oh, fuck, yeah!" he grunted loudly as his cock slid right in to the hilt, "Goddamn, you got the best fucking ass on the planet," he groaned as he took a hard stroke, pulling out, then slamming back in and pushing the child into the cushion. "Ah!" Jeremy cried as his new daddy took him. It was confusing, but the order was being set; Mr. Kincaid was his master, but his dad had somehow moved to number two. Pleasing them both made his dinky dick stand at attention as he was retaken by the second man. He realized that the favorites were happening again; he would receive the master's offering while Petey got his daddy's. Jeremy knew that meant that he was the winner. He was chosen and it made him work harder and harder to get his reward. For Ted, he was still subject to the demands of Kincaid. Had he not wanted to anally copulate with his small son, he would have had a tough time getting out of it. Luckily he felt none of those emotions. Last night he listened as the squealing boy was pounded by Barry, so he knew that Petey could take it. But he'd been inside of Jeremy for awhile and needed to re-lube. Petey was facing away from him presenting his childish hole, but Ted shuffled around to the front and presented his cock to Petey's cute face. "Get me ready," he ordered at the same time that he shoved his shit-smelling cock into the small child's mouth. "Oh, yeah, that's it," Ted told the youth as he fucked his wet lips and felt the delicate, little tongue. "You clean that off and get me nice and wet." Petey took pleasure in the act, a cock that just came from fucking an asshole was a desired taste to him at this point. It made him so hard, it was the basest, most animal sensation and he adored the wrongness. He did his work well so Ted slipped out and moved behind his baby. While the other couple fucked so hard that it didn't seem possible, Ted lined his cock up with the smallest, tightest pucker that he's ever imagined. Before last night Ted hadn't seen the boy's asshole since he was changing his diapers. That should have repulsed him, but it did the opposite. This was the nastiest, dirtiest thing that he'd done in his life and his dick got even harder. He leaned over the boy's shoulder and whispered right into his ear, "Daddy's gonna fuck you, you little whore. I'm gonna make you mine. Tell me what you want." "Daddy, I want, ahhh!" he was interrupted by the insertion of his father's erection, sliding half way into the once-fucked butt. "Oh, man!" the little boy squeaked, letting his face fall to the floor on folded arms, his butt poked into the air, perfecting the target for his daddy's spear. "Say what you want," Ted ordered again, sliding more of his dick inside and drawing a distressed grunt from Petey, "Tell me that you want my cock..." "I want your cock," the child parroted quickly before Ted even finished taking. "Yeah, here it comes," the father announced and finished driving down into Petey. He rocked his hips as he stared at the incredible sight below him, his curly pubic bush pressed tight against the smooth buttcrack of the nine year-old. Then he pulled out, his cock reappearing, unclean, nasty. Ted loved it, slapping himself back to the bottom and groaning, he really started to move inside his son's tiny, clenching, convulsing tunnel. His breathing was rough after the build-up with Jeremy, so he haltingly demanded, "Tell me that you want daddy's cum." "Ugh, I...I want daddy's cum. I want... your cum!" the boy managed to get out, just as Ted looked to the side and saw Jeremy and Barry locked in a deep, tongue-filled kiss as the man pounded into the boy's upturned ass, his body pressed fully on top of the child. It was the hottest thing that Ted had every witnessed, the rutting man so completely taking the boy. Turning back to Petey, Ted put his hands on the floor above and to the side of the kneeling boy. With his cock buried he withdrew and returned to really start to fuck his youngest. This was his reward, Petey was Ted's to have. He may have lost Jeremy, a point illustrated by the bellow of pleasure that emanated from the couch, joined by the squeaky cry from Jeremy, "Oh, fuck, daddy, give me your cum!" he yelled right before his body shook and he rode through his preteen climax while his new daddy unloaded a torrent of thick, creamy semen into his bowels. Knowing that his middle boy was now owned by another, he applied all of his effort to marking little Petey. Less talented than Jeremy, Petey may have just lay there, but he was so gloriously tight. So small and warm inside. When the boy's hole finally loosened fully and let Ted completely abandon any bit of controlling himself, he gave it to his son as hard as he'd ever fucked anyone in his life. He slammed so hard into the nine year-old's rectum that the child lost his ability to fight back and he collapsed onto the carpet. Now fully laying on his son, Ted continued to rabbit fuck him, the boy's head only coming to Ted's chest, his body so tiny that it was not even visible to the other two males, blocked by his father's big torso. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, oh, ungh," Petey grunted over and over. Unseen, his cock was little-boy hard and rubbing against the carpet, bringing him close to his own climax. Petey was the one who most wanted his father to return, to be in charge, so to be submitting to him instead of Mr. Kincaid was its own turn-on. Reveling in his father's attention and turning to jelly as he was so absolutely fucked. This position ended it for Ted. Holding his boy to him, he felt the last bridge cross, his orgasm rising from his toes to his ass, his balls to his cock until it was done. With a sound that came from the bottom of Ted's soul, a life's worth of pent-up frustration and defeat was released into his son's miniature anus, "Fuck!" he bellowed, "take it!" and the first shot fired into the child, so much power and quantity that the boy actually felt the copious amount filling him, the pole inside of him twitching as it shot over and over until his father was spent. The Order of Things After he finished with Petey, Ted looked over and saw the other two kissing in their afterglow, the arrangements finalized. Ted and Petey moved back to their home, Jeremy stayed with Mr. Kincaid and Rory moved to live with Mr. Breen. And it worked. When they were apart, each boy was responsible for taking care of their daddy, but when they were together it was a free-for-all. What started as a necessity for obedience, was allowed to morph into a bacchanal of pleasure on these occasions. The first time that this happened, Ted looked down at Rory as the boy used his incredibly talented tongue on the man's cock, the boy trying to keep his balance as Barry thrust into his young teen ass. Jeremy worked hard to lick Barry's thrusting cock and swinging balls as he lay underneath his older brother, even giving Rory's cock a suck now and then. Next to them on the bed, Mr. Breen laid pipe hard into Petey who was groaning and crying in pain and pleasure as he adjusted to the biggest cock that he'd ever taken. Witnessing this scene made Ted realize that he couldn't have been happier that Barry Kincaid had walked into their lives. It was right at that moment that Rory earned his own reward and his father shot his incestuous cum into his son's throat, "Swallow it all, bitch," he ordered, "don't lose a drop," he added as he felt the boy's throat contract, taking Ted's thick cum down his willing gullet.