Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2020 16:54:10 -0400 From: Pretty Twink Subject: All Cucked Up 5 This chapter is dedicated to a boy named Mitch. A little broken boy that tried his best to pick the pieces. Little did he know, it's the shards of glass that revealed a beautiful reflection. This chapter goes a bit more into Aiden's backstory. This chapter will be the most personal chapter I've ever written. Feedback, comments, and sexy emails are always appreciated :) The usual discretion is applied. Please leave if you are under 18. This story is pure fiction and any parallels to real life events are coincidental. Please consider donating to Nifty to keeping this platform alive! http://donate.nifty.org/ Enjoy! Believe it or not, I wasn't always the most confident twink that slept with married men. If my younger self could see me prancing around in crop tops and short shorts, he'd probably lose his mind. I actually used to be very carefully guarded about expressing myself and what I wanted. Growing up my parents weren't always around but they always expected the very best of me. I was conditioned to believe that love was something that had to be earned and it wasn't an unconditional concept. Any kind of act that defied their expectation was a threat that I wouldn't be loved. In a lot of ways it triggered this need to be presentational. It triggered a need to show people why I'm the best. That in order to be loved I had to learn to be able to present myself in a way that was attractive to people's needs, completely abandoning my own identity. Which is what led to my very first boyfriend. Prior to meeting Daddy I had dated a boy name Alex. He was pretty much everything that you could ever want in a high school boyfriend. He was good looking, charming, and charismatic. He was captain of the football team and everyone loved and adored him. When we first met, I was head over heels. He was too in his own way. We had started dating after we met at a party after winning one of his games. He was handsome and I was pretty. We were happy for a while. However, once all that disappeared all that was left was two young boys and their insecurities. I think the idea of being in love was much more appealing to me than actually falling in love with someone. That need to be presentational became more urgent each and everyday. Despite having everything he ever wanted, Alex was always really sad because he had this fear that he wasn't living up to everyone's expectations. One day we were hanging out after his football practice. While we were out, I noticed his phone kept buzzing a lot more than usual. I noticed the name of the contact was a boy. I asked him who that was and he told me that it was one of his teammates. Now one thing was for certain, I wasn't stupid. We were dating for a couple of months and I felt like I was losing him. Naturally, I overcompensated by trying to do everything I could to show that I was worthy of being loved. I would do things to earn his love much like the way I always did growing up. However, he just kept pushing me further and further. It wasn't until I surprised him at one of his parties that I saw him kissing another boy. The sight of scene twisted my chest and ripped my stomach out. It was as if all of my fears of being unloved were manifesting right in front of me. The shadows on insecurity, doubt, and self loathing enveloped my entire being with nothing left but tears of a heartbroken twink. When he saw me he chased after me. He was saying all these words but my brain wasn't registering a single sentence. My face was stone cold with tears stricken down my cheeks. I told him that I never wanted to see him again. After that day, I didn't show up to school for a week. He kept calling, texting, and even showed up to my house a couple times. I blocked his number and my dad owned the firm that Alex's dad worked at, so he had him fired after he saw how much the breakup affected me. I didn't really care so much that he cheated, I think what hurt the most was that I realized how sad of a person I was. I was a broken little kid who wanted to be loved so bad that I was willing to do anything to make something work. That I was going to throw away everything I was and all I wanted just to hear some boy tell me that they loved me. I compromised my entire identity just so that I could fill this bottomless pit of validation. Believe it or not, I wasn't always the most confident twink that slept with married men. If my younger self could see me prancing around in crop tops and short shorts, he'd probably lose his mind. I actually used to be very carefully guarded about expressing myself and what I wanted. But I'm erasing myself from that narrative. I'm reclaiming the voice that I've sacrificed for the sake of other people's approval. The little broken boy deserves to be redeemed from all of the trauma that has been placed against him. "Baby!" I snapped back into real life when I heard daddy's deep voice. "You okay baby boy?" "Yeah, just thinking" I said. He kissed me on the cheek as I was cleaning up after breakfast. This is one of the things I looked forward to the most after Daddy made it official. Getting to cook for him and be domestic. Being the true trophy boy at heart that I was always meant to be. While most people might see this as a scene of submission, I actually feel quite the opposite. Getting to be unapologetic about how I want to make daddy happy has nothing to do with a shift in power dynamic. I'm always in power regardless what position I'm in. I was wearing pink panties (daddy's favorite) and a little apron! Daddy wrapped his big arms around my tiny waist as I put the dishes away. He had on his robe where his hard on was poking my cute little butt. "You look so sexy as a house wife. I wish I could have breakfast with you every morning." I gigled," Maybe someday daddy. I love making breakfast for you." "It was delicious but I think I'm hungry for something else." He slipped his fingers through my smooth crack. "Mmmmm daddy." He stared to finger me and my head fell back as I looked deep in his eyes. He looked at me intensely letting me know that he was going to get what he wanted right here right now. I was moaning and are hands intertwined as I felt the pleasure of him violating my hole with his strong fingers. "Unh unh unhh." "Yeah baby boy? You like that? Who's pussy is this?" I said breathlessly, "Yours. All yours daddy." "That's right baby. Say you love me." "I love you." "I love you so much." He pressed his lips against mine and slithered his tongue inside my mouth. Smacking our lips. Sucking on each other's tongue. "Mmm." That's when Richie entered the kitchen. "Please not here." Me and daddy stopped kissing. I was a little shocked that he finally spoke up for the first time. Through out our time together Richie has never made any boundaries with Daddy and I. "I just think it would be better if we kept things in the bedroom. I don't want you both to just be doing it everywhere in the house. I just.. I don't want to feel like this whole thing is taking up my whole life.." I can tell that took a lot for him to speak up and be honest about something like that. I could tell he was really trying to get a grasp on the situation. "Don't you ever tell us what to do again," I said. "He's right Rich. If we get horny we should be able to express that anywhere and not just be confined to some room," Daddy said. "How about you clean up the rest of this mess while we continue?" I asked as I pushed my ass deeper on daddy's fingers. "While you're at it, Aiden is spending the night tonight. So you're on the couch." His jaw dropped. "Okay no. No way. This is hot and everything but I'm not doing that-" "I WOULD THINK LONG AND HARD BEFORE YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE," Daddy yelled. "YOU AGREED TO THIS. SO YOU ARE EITHER CLEAN AND SLEEP ON THE COUCH OR YOU CAN GET THE FUCK OUT." Richie huffed and acquiesced. He picked up the remaining plates and got to work. "You know what Daddy maybe the bedroom sounds like a better idea," I said. "You're right baby let's go." I took off the apron and threw it on the floor. He picked me up and carried me in his arms. We continued kissing as he carried me all the way upstairs in our bedroom. He threw me on the bed and crawled up on top of me and grabbed my tiny teen waist. I loved this man so much. Every touch made me want him more and more each day. I was pressing my body up against his strong frame because I just couldn't get enough. "I'm sorry about Rich babe. I just-" "Shhh," I interrupted. "Rich who?" He smirked and slipped my panties off. He raised my legs up to my chest and started munching on my pink pussy. Licking and slurping. Fingering inside my warm wet walls. I needed him more than ever. "Oh daddy. Just like that! Eat it!" Daddy sunk his face deeper. I pushed myself deeper onto his tongue. "Unghhhh daddy!! Yess." I was wild, wet, and needed to be bred. He got up and positioned his dick up against my pink pucker. He was rubbing the cock head up against my hole without completely entering. He was teasing me. "Daddy!!! I can't take it!! Please give it to me!!" "Mmm baby is in heat. You want my fat married cock?" "Yes! YESS! YESS PLEASE." With that he sunk his cock into my velvet twink hole. His eyes rolled back while my body arched. I felt both full and complete. He came down to kiss me as he started humping me. I held on to his face and we looked into each other's eyes without blinking. He had his hands on my small waist. We were in love. I loved him. He loved me. The slapping of his balls up against my ass were music to my ears. We had our eyes locked on each other as I moaned. "Ohhh yes daddy. Please. Fuck me. Don't stop." "I'll never stop baby. I promise. I'm never letting you go." He was pumping me faster and my mouth fell open wider as I continued to cry out. "Ungh! unghh!" Then daddy rolled over so that he was laying on the bed and I was on top. I got to work straight away, dedicated to show my daddy how much I love him. I got on my feet without taking his cock out squatting and riding the fuck out of his cock. "Ohh fuck yeah baby boy. That's my good boy. Ride daddy's cock." "Oh daddy! Your cock is so perfect! Mmmmphh." "Your daddy cock. Perfect for you tight teen hole." I rode him and rode him, placing my hands on his bulging pecs. We were both sweating from this insane sexual workout. I placed my knees down on the bed and placed my hands backward as I continued to undulate on his cock. "Fuck yeah baby boy right there." I was honestly in such a haze I couldn't respond. The way I was riding him like this was hitting my g spot in a way that caused my body to shake. "Fuck baby I'm close," He said. "Me too," I said breathlessly. He had his hands on my abs as I continued to ride him. "Fuck BABY!" "OH DADDY FUCK IM CUMMING!!" "OH HERE IT COMES BABY." "AHHHH FUCKKKK!!!" I screamed as my cock squirted cum. "MARRY ME BABY!!!" He roared as he flooded my pussy. Wait, did he just say that? Maybe it was an in the moment thing and it felt good. I was panting. I slipped off his dick and fell into his arms. He wrapped them around me and I felt safe. As we recovered from our orgasm he started to speak. "Baby I love you so much." "I love you too daddy." He kissed me on the forehead. "Sooo you asked me to marry you?" "I was just so in the moment. It just came out." "Oh okay," that was a relief. "Would you consider it? Marrying me?" He asked. "Well I love you and I'm pretty sure we're going to have a baby soon. But you don't think I'm too young?" "No. We can get you parent's permission." "But they don't know about you yet." "We can work up to it baby. What do you say?" I got up from the bed. "Is this really happening?" He got off the bed. Went down on one knee. Took his wedding ring off his finger. "Aiden, you've made me the happiest I've ever been. And I can't imagine not having you in my life. The past few weeks have been amazing and I'm head over heels for you. Will you marry me?" Tears started to well up in my eyes. "Yes YES YES!! I LOVE YOU DADDY" He got off the floor. Placed the ring on my finger and kissed me. Suddenly, the door moved and we saw Richie who must have saw what happened. There were tears in his eyes. "Dave. We never agreed to this." "I'm sorry baby but Aiden and I are in love. I can't let him go." He ran out of the room. "I'm sorry I have to talk to him." "No worries. I'm going to go out and get some air." "Okay don't be gone too long okay?" "Okay daddy." I quickly put on some clothes. I wore and oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jean short shorts. I started to walk and think about what just happened. It made me realize that this dynamic between me, daddy, and Richie was my chance to re claim my narrative. A part of me knew, that I was finally overcoming the fears of being unloved, cheated on, etc. whether it was by my parents, my ex, or whatever hook up. I was reconciling with the part of me that felt so sad and defenseless. This was my narrative and I'm no longer letting anyone write it for me. I walked around the neighborhood when I decided to stop by a frozen yogurt shop. It was empty so I decided to help myself. Once I got to the counter to pay. The employee came out and my mouth nearly dropped. It was Alex. I wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be to see him considering our traumatic relationship. He stopped for a second. "Aiden? Is that you?" "Yes it is. Hi Alex" "Hey. How are you? How have you been? You look amazing." He was eyeing me up and down. There was that charm that everyone loved about him. "I'm good actually. Summer has been fun. I'm dating someone and I really like him a lot." When I said that I could tell that his stomach sank a little bit. "Oh that's great. I'm happy for you... " "How are you and Brad?" "We broke up not too long after we started dating actually." "I'm sorry to hear that." "It's okay. So uh just the one cup? It's on me." "Oh uh thanks." "Aiden I really loved you. I just want you to know that. I didn't realize how much I fucked up. Once I lost you I kind of lost everything. I'm sorry for what I did." I smiled and said "Thanks for the yogurt Alex. See you around." I walked out of the store and realized that I've won. Not because Alex was broke and had to work at a yogurt shop, not because his relationship failed, and not because he finally gave me an apology. I won because I'm happy.