Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2019 19:43:28 +0200 From: robert smith Subject: Bull and Two Boys Chapter 5 Here is the belated next installment on this saga. It is totally fiction and is not meant for anything other than pleasant day-dreaming for both the very rare top men in the world, and the very plentiful bottoms. For real though, cigars help make a man a man, and I suggest you – hunters - give em a try. Just chawing is plenty enough – gets yer head spinnin and the rest of you rarin for action. They are the best high and incitement to vigorous activity/mastery known. Let the bottom boys do their poppers, you Men, give a big black and strong stogie a try. If you like this story and want more, let me know. And, also, this tale and all the others at Nifty, are only possible when you fags cough up some dough to keep it goin. So, contribute today, and that's an order! Mitchell bags two couples and their boys 5. The start of a long evening: Mitch pulled into the driveway about 15 minutes late. Situated in an upscale Whitefish neighborhood with no other homes close by, the big house was elaborately landscaped on a sizeable stretch of property. A MacMansion if ever he had seen one. Dressed in black jacket and pants, white shirt and tie, he was the personification of clean-cut, and sharp as all git-out. Chiseled, manly features, cornelian blue eyes, short wavy dark blond hair - a combination of black Irish on his fathers, and Prussian on his mothers' side. Smiling, nah, more like smirking and merrily whistling the sextet from Lucia, Mitch knew he looked damn good - 6'4" of tall, dark and handsome in a size 54 jacket. Wearing neither underwear nor jock strap his, ah...freedom of movement was unencumbered. Tugging at his meat to keep it neatly snaked down his left leg he briskly sauntered to the door, two bouquets of red roses for the ladies. No one could say he wasn't a gentleman. Well... Fat torpedo cigars bulged out of his jacket breast pocket. It took a few moments for the door to open, and there stood cute curly chestnut haired little Ben. Gripping the kid's hand in a formal, but vice like handshape, Mitch bent down and looked him straight in the eyes. `You been behaving yourself, faggot, like I told you?' "Yes sir' whispered out, as they both slowly smiled then laughed. Mitch stood back up to man height and affectionately tousled the beautiful kid's hair. Ben continued `our dads showed up last night unannounced and all of them have been fighting ever since.' Mitch took the info indifferently; it was all the same to him. `Ain't washed my cock all week kid, been out huntin since I saw you last at Lower Kintla – the two of you might just luck out and get to clean me up.' While he was growling this out, Ben's mom JoAnne burst out of an upstairs room and hurried down the stairs. Dressed and coifed expensively, she was clearly rattled and not in a good mood. Brightening up when she saw the flowers changed slightly to a sour glint when she noticed the banned cigars. The roses were handed over, followed by another mighty handshake. She almost jumped from the power of his grip and forgot all about the stogies. The big guy sized her up. Nice, if bland looking, like her son, also petite and with good sized tits, a well put together blonde – she'd do. `Hello Mitchell, and welcome. It's so nice to have you over.' `Thanks for askin me Ma'am.' `Ah, Mitchell...my ex-husband, Martin, and Elaine's ex, Bruce, are paying us a surprise visit, so dinner won't be as intimate as we girls had hoped, but I hope you won't mind.' `Fine with me ma'am, lookin forward to meetin em.' `That's nice of you Mitche-` `Call me Mitch, JoAnne,' `Well, Mitch, another ah, surprise, is that because of their unexpected arrival, we, Elaine and I, have been thrown off our schedule and dinner is going to be quite late. I'm so sorry and I hope you will be OK with Hors d'Oeuvres and whatever you like in the bar' Suppressing a snort at the thought of just how Grande dame she was going to look and act later with his cock shoved down her throat and up her pussy, he laughed and assured his hostess that he was fine, and with a drink or three or four, he'd be delighted to relax and maybe take a look around their place. Relieved, the hard tension lines in her face relaxed a bit more. `Perhaps the boys could show you around?' `Perhaps they could, ma'am.' As she looked away to call for Joe, Mitch and Ben locked eyes, first merrily – sharing the amusing irony – but then shifting to a hardening of Mitches face - a hunter's look. Correspondingly, Ben's smirk disappeared to be replaced by fire in his eyes along with an uneasy anxiety – he well remembered how much it hurt and how hard simple walking had been for nearly a week after. Joe came running down the stairs so fast he literally fell into Mitch's arms. As they all laughed, Mitch grabbed the boy's ass with quick but furious intensity, and then lifted him up from under his arms right off the ground. Like a rag doll, his little legs kicking and dangling, Mitch then firmly planted him on his feet. The boy was flushed, intoxicated by the embrace, dizzy from his manly power. `Boys, we're gonna get outta yer mommas hair till called fer dinner. Lead me to the whiskey and then ...show me around.' `Yes Sir' squeaked out simultaneously to JoAnne's amazement. `They have been rude, disrespectful and altogether bratty every waking minute during the last two days, and they say 'yes sir' to you? What's your secret Mitch?' `Well JoAnne, it's no secret, I've got a talent for managing boys. Got three of my own. But, I'm sorry to hear of their actin up. Wouldn't allow it myself.' As this conversation was continuing the boys traded uneasy glances knowing what the big guy was capable of. They could be good boys alright, if they were beaten, used and turned into a real man's bitch. Then the boys laughingly lead/pulled Mitchell by his huge hands through the foyer and a kind of library, then some kind of morning sitting room on the way towards the bar at the other end of the house. The house was big alright, flashy and expensive. `Money, eh?' `Yes sir, both our dads did and do well...that way, and our mothers got terrific settlements when they divorced' `That's right sir,' Joe added `money's never a problem for any of us.' Giggling they pulled the big ox into a fancy bar which, of course, had all the trimmings – granite countertops, mirrored walls stacked with rows of the best money could buy, a giant full-wall window and double doors opening onto a mosaic patio and then extensive wooded grounds, even a blazing marble fireplace. `Holy fuckin shit, this place is a movie set.' `Both you fags sit at the bar while I pour myself a drink. I'll deal with yer disrespect to yer biological parents later. biological' cuz, I'm yer real Daddy now, ain't I boys?' Both the boys nodded, but also frowned and went white with fear. Then, all aglow when Mitch called himself their real Daddy, they relaxed and smiled again - they were so happy to be with him again that nothing could damp them down. Both boys started talking at once telling him how their parents had been fighting, or rather how their mothers had been insulting and savaging their fathers, which the kids found disgusting, but not as disgusting as the low, crawling reactions of their dads. Mitch listened as he poured out the scotch – they had the best, of course - his face grim. Slowly drinking, he fished one of the big cigars and handed it to Joe to unwrap, who squirmed with delight as he peeled the cellophane off Daddy's stogie. `Get a whiff Joe, smells great don't it?' The boy did and his head spun from the rich, earthy aroma. Chuckling at the reaction, Mitch planted it deep in his jaw, and began to work it, chawing as they told him of the last miserable two days of whining, whimpering, insults, begging, and finally the two respective couples' disastrous activities in the bedrooms, ending in more whining, begging and finally slammed doors as the `men' were thrown out, to spend the night elsewhere. `OK, you git a pass on this one. Jeez, no wonder yer fags. They are a fucked-up mess and need a hard lesson – and they're gonna git it tonight. Curious to meet these two `men' and see what's what. But for now, my horse is buckin and needs some fresh air. Each in turn gets to clean a weeks' worth of huntin man's cock cheese, piss and cigar gob offa my weapon. Joe get yer ass over by that door as forward scout while Ben here starts servin his daddy right and proper.' Mitch's pants were tented out obscenely, his colossal snake pulsing and throbbing almost to his knee down his left leg. But before the boys could do as told, commotion at the front door put a halt to that. Just as Ben's adorably tiny lips was about to connect with the monster swelling in Mitch's drawers Joe hissed out `shit, our dads.' Mitch moved to behind the bar as Joe ran off to bring them to Mitch. With 15 inches of wrist thick cock rock hard jumping and twitching down his leg, Mitch concentrated on workin his stogie hard, getting high from the strong, strong tobacco to help him will that cannon into softening up as the boy's fathers entered the room. With a big smile, Joe lead his father to Mitch. `This is my father, Sir.' The guy stammered out a greeting, and introduced himself with eyes fixed on the enormous swelling down Mitch's leg which was slowly softening up, then up, up and up over that vast expanse of chest to the handsome face with their piercing blue eyes. Slowly rolling his cigar around his mouth, Mitch sized him up with an electric eye to eye. Dressed expensively in an elegant dark suit, he was immaculate, powdered and scented. Martin was small, at around 5'6," he was fairly well built, with a round, darkish face and stooped shoulders, bad posture and a slight paunch. Brown hair and eyes - sharp eyes that looked intelligent and crafty. Didn't look like much, or much of a good guy. His hands were little, the handshake pudgy. All together, the picture of a well-off uninteresting nerd. The other one – Bruce – had much more going for himself. He was almost as beautiful as his son Ben. During the same repetition of hello and introduction, eyes following the same pattern from crotch to face and back again, Mitch looked over this very attractive prey. Really short, 5'3" or 4' he was expertly made, with a beautiful baby face that showed not a hint that he even shaved or needed to, cornflower blue eyes, sweet rosy lips, perfect proportions and an open, innocent personality. He too was immaculately turned out in a light tan suit that nicely matched his fair complexion and boyish looks. Blond and soft, like Martin Bruce winced at his particularly bone-crushing shake, looking up into at Mitch as he winced from the power with widened wondering eyes. Taking off his jacket and tossing it on a table next to one of the arm chairs, Mitch loosened his tie and handed them drinks - stiff doubles, and with a smile and laugh offered, `Guess this workin class Joe is bar tender tonight.' Martin and Bruce began to relax, ungluing their eyes from Mitch's deflating baby maker. `Care for a cigar,' Mitch sarcastically offered as he took his out of his jaw and looked meaningfully over at Ben, snapping his fingers --- Ben obediently trotted off to the crackling fire place - to get a long match to light it. `Ah...no, no thanks, Mitch, ah...um, Elaine, my ex-wife, wouldn't allow that, and ah, well, gave up smoking a long time ago at her, ah, ah...urgings.' `With a weak laugh, Martin chimed in with Bruce, and for the same pussy whipped reasons. Mitch sagely nodded walking over to and sitting in one of the big leather armchairs that framed the view onto the wooded back property, one leg dangling insolently over the arm. `Beautiful place you got here. And, just to let you know what yer missin, cigars taste and look great. Good for both calming a man down, or exciting him, dependin. And, they are all-man, a mark of masculinity and domination.' The fearful attention of the two dads was broken when Mitch laughed good naturedly and offered to continue as bar-tender. Before either could offer a weak refusal, the man was up and back with the bottle of Glenlivet - the 25 year version, of course. As Mitch insisted on pouring – more like triples than doubles, Ben returned and Mitch chawed the stogie around so it faced his boy, who tremblingly fired up the 70-ring torpedo. Both men watched as one of their boys lit this man's cigar, awed, shocked and trembling but also relaxed. Plenty of good scotch will do that to a man. `You sure have him trained well buddy,' said Bruce. `I couldn't ever get him to clean his room or the table, let alone do that.' `Your cigar sure smells great, Mitch' Bruce quietly continued. `Glad you like it Bruce. I'm a workin class guy, a trooper, but se-gars are the one thing I splurge on. These are the biggest, strongest and the best. Care to try it? And with that Mitch stood up, walked over to Bruce, looking even more tiny than he was sitting there, and taking his wet stogie out of his jaw, handed it to Bruce with a no-nonsense look. It looked enormous in that little hand, as Bruce slowly lifted it to his mouth, grimaced slightly then wrapped his delectable lips around the soggy end. One puff and he was coughing and sputtering. Laughing, Mitch reached down and slowly removed his stogie from Bruce's lips. Bruce had tasted Mitch's spit, had felt the deep teeth marks bit into the man's cigar. Thumping him mightily on the back, Bruce was OK, if a bit green and dizzy in no time. `Maybe you never went about teaching them the right way. Sons need to be taught discipline and respect by their fathers. After all, you made them.' was Mitch's deep voiced comment as he settled back down into his chair, his cock snaking soft down his thigh, clearly outlined by the dark twill fabric of his trousers. `You been married Mitch' asked Martin. `Yeah, once.' `She didn't make your life a living hell?' `Nope, we parted for other reasons and as friends, she liked it at first, but could never take it all,' As he ended the comment, he lowered his left hand and briefly patted the fat snake in his crotch, locking eyes with pretty and adorably shy Bruce. A pause in the conversation followed as the men slowly drank their scotch thinking about what he had just said and, awestruck, sneaked peaks at the Man's bulging crotch. Quaveringly Bruce remarked, `Looks like God blessed you Mitch, if you don't mind me saying so. That seems to be quite a piece you're packing.' Smiling and pleased that the one he favored continued so attentive `well, Bruce, it's a blessing and a curse. Never met but one female who could take it all, and there is one hell of a great feeling to have your hog sheathed to the balls.' At `female' there was a slight look of confusion followed by dim understanding in both the men's eyes, Bruce's were sparkling. They took another big swig of the booze. `That has never been my problem' Bruce chimed in ruefully with an `amen' contributed by Martin. Swirling his scotch in his glass, `It's what you do with what you got that matters' the big guy responded, puffing contentedly on his stogie as the room filled with the rich aroma. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All the time the two young boys had been sitting on the floor as quiet as church mice, listening in to he conversation and observing an interaction that had them both so hard their little peckers felt like they would explode. An enormous crash from a distant part of the house was followed by high pitched female wailing. At once, Martin and Bruce went dead white in terror. `Oh God, something big went wrong, there will be hell to pay.' `Fuckin relax boys! I'll take care of it. Ben, Joe - serve your fathers another stiff drink and keep em good company.' With that, Mitch bounced easily up from the chair, tousled Bruce's hair and was off. With his cock flopping loosely down his left leg he sauntered leisurely toward the shrieking. All the weeping and such was a sure directional beckon and in little time the big guy rounded a corner to see both women more or less rising from the mashed potatoes and roast beef slopped all over themselves and the floor of the super deluxe designer kitchen. Chuckling in delight, puffing on his verboten cigar, Mitch lifted JoAnne out of her entre, tossing her up and catching her as easily as he had Joe earlier. Holding her up there, he smiled broadly from around that horribly male stogie. Keeping her off the ground a beat or two then lowering her down, he repeated the action with the other woman, saying, `Well, hello, you must be Elaine, I'm Mitchell O'Roarke, delighted to meet you Ma'am.' His words were a bit muffled, what with that big cigar jutting out of his jaw, but both the women were so mesmerized it didn't matter. She was quite short with fair complexion and wavy chestnut hair like her husband and son. Well put together, Elaine was rather classy. As they both fitfully resumed their carryings on, he stopped them with charm and humor. Removing his soggy chawed stogie, he continued `Come, come ladies, I'm sure sorry for what happened, and fer all the trouble you took, and for missin what was sure to be a great meal, but, I'm wau more interested in spendin time with the two of you. A good meal is wonderful, but such attractive and delightful company is much more so.' They slowed down, then came to a stop, mesmerized by his deep voiced words and the memory of just having been lifted right off the ground as if they were weightless. Before they could start thinking about what that incredible power implied then saw what their husbands had, swinging loose down his leg. `Let's join yer husbands and – this workin class mug here, has been elected bar-tender – I'll give you something nice to drink.' No response but a weak nod of their heads. `Aww, common girls, ferget it, and relax.' And with that Mitch leaned down to JoAnne, using his huge paw to gently cock her head up to face him and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, followed by throwing one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her tight and kissing her with all the force of a real man, his cock pressed hard against her body, slowly stiffening. Strutting over to the hypnotized Elaine, he repeated the process, dick harder still. White shirt front dripping with mashed potatoes and gravy, he smiled showing his dazzlingly white teeth and started laughing, and soon they joined in, the dinner forgotten, eyes glittered with lust. Way off in the bar, the men reacted with astonishment as the boys hurriedly served their fathers another good belt of deluxe scotch. `He can do that dad' said Ben. `He sure can, dad,' said Joe. Firmly planting his dripping stogie butt back in his jaw and getting it going, Mitch escorted the ladies to the bar, an arm wrapped around each small waist. Rounding the corner, the women instantly began to stiffen up as they saw Martin and Bruce, more or less drunk, sprawled in their fancy arm chairs. Mitch instantly squeezed their asses with crushing force, and, of course it worked, they calmed back down. `Will it be scotch, or some girly drinks?' Again, spoken with his dazzling white smile they again laughed, shrugged and followed him over to the bar. `Oh, Mitch, how awful that your beautiful shirt is ruined, I'm so sorry' `We'll replace it for you, of course, added JoAnne.' `Aww, ferget it, just a shirt, and anyway, it was a real pleasure to help two lovely ladies in distress.' This too was followed by the merry laughing of the women. `But, maybe this dirty guy is distasteful to two such elegant women, so...' And with that he slowly pulled off the tie, then unbuttoned, one by one from the top down lookin them straight in the eyes as he did so. Inch by inch his gigantic chest, covered in thick dark blond curls was revealed followed by his huge biceps as the shirt fell to the floor. `All I need is a bow tie, eh, ladies?' `Wow' was the simultaneous response. Martin and Bruce were following all of this. They were drunk, but conscious and surprise was followed by anxiety followed by a tense kind of...excitement as they watched. The boys had resumed their places as more or less invisible spectators, kneeling quietly off in a corner, aching and hard as rocks. Mitch planted two killer margaritas on the bar. When they hesitated slightly, Mitch faked a look of sorrowful hurt which got them laughing again, and drinking. The big guy continued entertaining them with an easy grace, beckoning to Bruce and Martin to join them at the bar. Even the women laughed good naturedly as they tried to rise then wobbly sat back down. `Guess, we'll join you. Come on ladies, lets git on over.'' As the women walked over, and sat down, Mitch made a pitcher of very, very strong margaritas and with pitcher in one, and his glass in the other hand, sauntered over. The women had instinctively chosen to sit in chairs far from their ex-husbands. Putting pitcher and glass on the small table with his jacket, one by one he effortlessly shoved the women's heavy chairs up close facing the men. The four were sitting, and he was standing, his obscene cock just above their eye level. Four faces were tilted back, all eyes on his manhood, and that huge expanse of muscle, hairy gut and chest. Grabbing the bottle, he poured himself another, then said, `Ben, Joe, bedtime.' Immediate and panicked squealing was followed by his booming `Obey or else. Both of you, over here at once.' The complaining instantly stopped as they hurried over and meekly bowed their heads. 'Boy's pour your parents another drink, kiss them goodnight and I'll tuck you in.' Downing his slug of scotch in one gulp Mitch amusedly watched Ben and Joe kissing their amazed parents, saying a sweet good night to each. Smiling, Mitch put a huge hand on each boy's neck, his fingers almost circling them and guided/was guided out of the bar as the four parents worked on their drinks, stupefied and intensely excited by what was happening, whatever the fuck it was. Once they were out of sight, Mitch used his tight grip on their necks to force them – though they sure didn't need forcing – to their knees. `Fuck, I gotta piss bad. Unzip me and get my steaming hog outta there. Finally, his enormous gnarled and veined meat flopped out, hanging down his pant front as big as a fucking dead baby. `Drink.' A mighty blast of red-hot steaming yellow piss slammed into Ben's beautiful face for a moment and then disappeared along with a sizable stretch of schlong in the boys gagging and gurgling throat. Throwing his head back, he grunted and puffed hard on his cigar as he started to empty his bladder. Pulling out, shooting like a fire hose, he planted it in Joe's throat to slowly finish up `You can watch, if you don't make a sound and are absolutely invisible unless I tell or beckon different. And, if we move to a bedroom, you git, and git fast so they never have a notion that yer around.' Tonguing, kissing and sucking on his shaft they were so excited they were crying. `Work on Daddy's balls, work em good. They are full of baby making seed. I got a lot of holes to fill tonight.' Each boy opening wide and finally managed to get a ball each in. `Fuck yeah, that looks fucking hot.' Mighty cock swaying and throbbing at full 15 inches, the man enjoyed his stogie watchin his boys show respect. `OK now, I'm primed. Don't pout, you'll git your share tonight, and a damn good show before. Take showers so you don't stink of my piss, clean out those butt holes good and remember, not a fuckin sound.' With that he guided them to the big fancy staircase, and up to the next floor. They showed him the master bedroom then the boy's room. `Time for the man to go to work, boys. You know the drill' `Yes sir, we love you sir, we worship you Daddy, our Lord and Master.' They were both blubbering stuff like that, crying from excitement and emotion as they licked and nuzzled in all that fur while the big guy smiled looking down at his incredible power, bull cock twitching and throbbing. `Good boys, good sons. Daddy will fuck you into the next dimension tonight. I'll have a good time teaching yer parents respect, and gotta admit I have a yen for that father of yers Ben, but I'll be loving my boys when I'm breeding you. Now, off you go.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With difficulty, he stuffed his drooling cock and balls in his trousers, then made his way back to the bar. They were sitting or slumping there fitfully talking and then falling into a tense, expectant silence. `Now that the kids are in bed, we can have some grown up talk.' He stayed on his feet, leaning easily against one of the fancy pillars next to the sitting area puffing on his cigar. The main light switch was right there and he flicked it off. The only light came from soft moonlight and the fire next to the bar. `So, how's yer reunion goin? What, nothin to say? I asked a question...Martin.' Martin jumped in being singled out and from the aggressive tone in which his name was spat out. `Not so well Mitch, I tried, but...' `Yeah, he tried all right, hissed out JoAnne, `he begged me into it and came, unprotected, in less than a minute and it did nothing but disgust me.' `What, you too?' barked out Elaine. Mitch's cock started to lengthen and stiffen as he listened to this pitiful baloney, a dark stain of his drooling precum slowly enlarging. `What you got to say to that Bruce.' Again, Bruce was spoken with a dominant intensity. Bruce immediately replied `Sir, I tried my best, I guess I'm just not much of a man.' Just like the boys that first time, even while he was answering he wondered why the fuck he had said `sir.' Sauntering over to where the men were sitting, towering over them with his tumescent cock directly in front of first one, then the other's face Mitch said `It's a lack of character, of personality. Maybe the two of you ain't cut out to be men.' Looked back, behind him, `and maybe the two of you ain't cut out to be women.' A mild commotion of meek, weak indignation followed, so insincere that it stopped almost as soon as it began. `Maybe you are right.' Bruce replied with a quiet sigh. `What did you say Bruce.' delivered with extreme force. Bruce immediately added `Sir, I meant sir.' `That's better, little guy.' Mitch arrogantly patted him on the head, then slapped him with a big cupped hand across his face a few times. Bruce saw big fat white stars dancing in front of his eyes. Mitch was hot now, the short dripping stogie butt was making him dizzy, almost as dizzy as what he was doing to the four of them. `Need a fresh cigar. Oh, yeah, there's my jacket.' Bending over Bruce to reach it, his wet crotch was pressed hard into the fag's face. 'Time for a big stogie, I got lots of work ahead of me' Slowly he fishing an 85 ring whopper torpedo out. He could feel Bruce's little lips softly mouthing and slurping, fitting themselves to the lead-pipe grinding up against his face. Leisurely pulling away from Bruce, Mitch threw himself into a vacant chair. Looking hard at Bruce `Pour me a drink.' wasn't asked, but ordered, and quickly obeyed. `Yer sorry excuses for men – ain't you boys? Quietly `yes sir' was whispered out.' `WHAT.' `YES SIR' they both replied with quavering voices. The women watched, dripping from lust and the excitement of seeing a real man reducing their men to rubble. `They are sorry excuses, losers and bastards' `Deserve to be put in their places' Elaine added, also drunkenly. `Have another drink the two of you and no back talk. The women poured and drank watching eagerly. `Fuck, these pants are tight. Time for all of us to git comfortable. Take yer clothes off, all of you.' As they froze, but then slowly complied the women shucked off their ruined dresses and undergarments as the men removed their suits, neatly folding them, then everything else. Looking at first Martin then Bruce the big guy studied them as he played with the fresh cigar. Both small and slight, a little out of shape, kinda soft, but also pretty, like their sons, especially little Bruce. Their equipment was as small as a little boy's. Leisurely looking from one to the other and back again, Mitch again selected Bruce. He has a sweet cute mouth just like his son Ben. `Now it's the big guy's turn, but yer gonna take my clothes offa me. Bruce, undo my belt... you crawlin worm' 'crawlin worm' was spoken with distinct low threatening power. The four froze breathlessly. Almost in slow motion, Bruce staggered over and dropped to his knees between Mitch's mighty legs. He began working on the belt buckle. 'Hold this Martin' and he handed the dripping stogie butt to him. `Kiss it faggot, lick it' Gagging, Martin obeyed. `Open yer mouth Bruce.' Mitch chawed off the butt end of his fresh cigar and spat it into Bruce's mouth, who started to gag but did his best to take it, looking up all the time into Mitch's eyes. `Keep it in yer mouth and git my fly open, you fag.' The women were squealing low now, blood lust rising in them. `Light my stogie Martin.' Clouds of thick cigar smoke began to fill the room. Bruce had finally gotten the zipper down with the huge pulsing snake pressing against his forearm as he did so. `Git on yer knees with your little buddy Martin. I'll help you out' with that Mitch stood up. `Undo my boots, both of you.' Kneeling over, they did, and Mitch kicked them off. With Bruce directly in front and Martin slightly to the side, Mitch ordered `Pull my pants down' and patting his horse meat `and keep yer eyes right here.' Slowly, inch by gigantic inch of thickly veined purple dark shaft was revealed. The women couldn't contain themselves and were now drunkenly standing and swaying as they watched, their eyes glittering with violence and excitement. With a final tug, the mighty weapon sprung out free, throbbing and pulsing, thick ropes of precum drooling out of the cheese caked hood. Twitching it smacked Bruce hard in the side of his face. `Clean me up, can't be feeding cock cheese to yer elegant wives.' Bruce's rosy lips began licking and sucking at the veiny monster in front of him. Tongue urgently darted up into the hood, slowly revealing the enormous, purple dark head caked with thick white-yellow man cheese. `Yeah, clean it all, eat it all.' The purple dark head was retracting from the loose, velvet hood as the man began to rise to full glory. Bruce moaned, kneeling below sucking the cheesy muck from the big guy's weapon. Mitch's cock was drawing a picture in drool all over Bruce's face. Moving his loins smoothly, Mitch worked his cock all around the pretty face smearing cheese all over him ending with his hood against Bruce's dripping lips. `Kiss it.' Bruce kissed it. `Look in my eyes while you kiss it.' Bruce looked up, with the same beautiful blue eyes as his son and reverently kissed the big, fat, wrinkled skin speckled with clotted cock cheese. `Elaine, help this little cuck out and hold my cock, wrap your little hand as far around as you can. Her hand barely came half way round the bulging gnarled tree trunk. Put yer other hand on the back of its head.' She jumped to it, with hands shaking so hard the big cock was jumping all over her husband's face. Fingering the women's cunts behind him, Mitch ordered `open yer mouth wide, little boy. Push his head down Elaine. See what a cock sucker we got here. Keep lookin up into yer Lord's eyes Bruce, as you serve me.' Smiling wickedly around his glowing stogie, Mitch watched as wife forced husband's head down as 3 inches of wrist thick dick disappeared into an instantly bucking and choking mouth. His lips distending till they almost split, they formed a perfect sheath fitted to the contours of the bulging veins that girded the big guy's weapon. Laughing, Mitch said 'JoAnne, git that sack of shit yer married on my big balls.' She grabbed Martin by the hair and ground his face into the swinging, sweating monsters hanging low. Bruce was trying to fight his way off as he was unable to breath and Elaine was pushing and shoving as hard as she could. Letting them play for a while he got high on his cigar and enjoyed the view of that innocent mouth stretched on his organ and his nuts being slobbered. `OK, time for the man to take over. Use both yer hands to stroke my big cock while I hold the fags head and teach him respect.' Pulling his three fingers out of Elaine's twat, two iron strong hands grabbed Bruce, one by fingers knotted in his hair, the other on the back of his head. `Look up at me Bruce.' Mitch's arm muscles knotted into cords as he slowly forced his cock, inch by inch into Bruce's obscenely stretched lips. Quickly reaching the back of his mouth, Mitch paused again to enjoy it all. Looking down as the imploring blue eyes looking up, and the wife's two hands almost meeting around his veined shaft, hearing the wonderful sounds of two cucks slobbering and gagging, he pulsed his cock. Bruce was bounced up by the pulse as he gagged and whimpered, Elaine moaned and panted like an animal. `Keep looking into my eyes little boy, it will help you. Think of how yer fulfilling yer destiny in serving a real man.' As he spoke he gripped Bruce's head even harder, almost yanking his hair out by the roots and began impaling him. Expertly yanking twisting and maneuvering his head into the right position so the mouth lead directly down into the gullet, Mitch bucked forward, past the back of the mouth, and with a pop was into the throat. He could feel his velvet hood retracting from the tight, tight throat convulsing on him as he sank a couple more inches. `Put yer hand on his throat Elaine, you too JoAnne, feel my big dick in there. They were squealing and moaning, bitches in heat. Bruce was desperately trying to fight off, but Mitch worked him like a rag doll, super turned on by his struggling. `What, you little fuck, you wanna fight me? Well go ahead, give it yer best shot.' Martin had collapsed to the floor, and Mitch's mighty balls were swinging free. Bruce raised his hands and was beating a little fist on Mitch's hairy gut and trying to squeeze and punch his balls with the other, which only got a laugh, then a growl outta the Man, who pulled the guy forward by his hair, lodging another couple of inches in. The women were running their hands over the bloated distended throat as Mitch looked down into Bruce's desperate eyes. Mouth stretched grotesquely, his throbbing gnarled lead pipe was comfortably lodged, with a colossal 8 inches still nakedly outside. Slapping him hard with a big cupped hand, he played with his face and head, bobbing him up and down, in and out, rubbing his cock drool all over his eyes and nose. From the darkened doorway, two little mice were on their knees, tiny cocks out stiff and dripping, watching breathlessly. They saw the colossal man standing proud, his huge cigar furiously worked in that powerful jaw, the man's hands knotted in one of their father's hair raping his throat. They saw that father, on his knees, with the man's gigantic cock rammed halfway down his throat trying to fight him off. They saw their mother's running their trembling hands over the dislocated jaw and swollen throat. They saw the other father trembling on the floor, watching in terror and expectation, his little cock limp and pissing from fear. They saw Mitch standing still, then slowly beginning to fuck Bruce's throat, pulling out then thrusting in over and over. When Bruce's pitiful fists trying to punch Mitch fell to the side, Mitch would slowly pull out to let the guy breath, then resume his fucking, each time getting another inch in. `Make him take it all. Fuck him to your balls.' Elaine hissed out. Laughing, Mitch yanked Bruce extra hard by his hair. `Look in my eyes and keep looking, cuz now you meet yer destiny.' And with that, slowly the man sank his entire 15 inch organ down the wonderfully tight throat right into his guts till his monster balls were resting on the fags chin. `YEAH, FUCK, THE CONQUEROR CONQUERS.' With a few vicious slams going from impossibly deep to deeper still, he growled furiously, his arm and hand muscles distended from grinding the fag below him. With Bruce struggling and flopping, always impaled to the balls, the big guy looked up, closed his eyes, and contentedly smoked his stogie. After what seemed like forever, and when Bruce was hanging lifeless, letting go, the fag very slowly slid off and collapsed on the floor, an ocean of throat slobber pouring off the gigantic cock down onto his face and head. Dropping to a knee, Mitch grabbed Bruce by the hair and pulled him up to face him. Puffing cigar smoke into his face and back handing him a few times to get his attention, Mitch stroked Bruce's soaked face as the broken cuck cried and whimpered, Mitch gently cupped his face to look up into his master's eyes. `Good boy, you did well, I'm proud of you.' Taking his soaking stogie out of his mouth, he planted his lips on Bruce's and kissed him deep looking into his eyes. `I own you already, but will cement that ownership later tonight. You'll learn to serve and obey me and find your destiny in doing so.' Kissing him again, he thrust his tongue in and aggressively worked it in Bruce's mouth. Soon Bruce was moaning and sucking on the tongue as reverently as he had sucked his cock. Mitch stood up and as inch after inch of cock slid wetly up, as Bruce kissed and licked it with worshipful devotion. Lead pipe hard, obscenely veined cock and bull balls slapping between his thighs, Mitch strode over to Martin and unceremoniously yanked him by the hair to his knees. Leaning over him to reach the bottle on the table, the soaking shaft was rammed hard up against the screaming and weeping cucks face. Standing back up he ordered `open yer mouth fag' and began pouring scotch down his throat. Glugging and gurgling, the hot booze went down. Knowing when the massive dose of booze would kick in, at that moment Mitch spat a jaw full of black stogie gob into Martin's mouth which had the instant effect of causing the cuck to buck, jump and thrash choking and gagging. Mitch enjoyed the putz gagging on what he couldn't get enough of then quickly shoved his cock in and rammed home in the grotesquely sputtering and gagging throat. `Tired of foreplay. Take it like a man.' The sound of retching and puking and women squealing in blood lust carried over to the boys, who wide eyed watched the big guy conquer yet another man. `Along with thick throat slobber, cigar gob is the best lube goin.' Mitch growled out as he viciously hammered his spike inch by inch to his balls. Git over here, you other worm and suck my balls. You...ladies, down another drink so when it's yer turn you can take it.' When he felt Bruce's distended and bruised lips nuzzling his balls, Mitch signed in contentment, his bulging, veined weapon swelled to full thickness gagging the flopping Martin even more. When Martin gave him too much trouble, he pulled out and punched him hard in the mouth a few times. Shoving back in, he gave Martin the same full sheathed hammering, again he held it deep for a long, long time, and just when the fag was about to depart this world, let him drop off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yanking Martin up by his hair, he lifted him up, and threw him over his shoulder. `All of you, lets go, time for baby makin.' Bruce was reeling, so Mitch had him hold on to his rock-hard gnarled cock, and lead them to the bedroom. Throwing them on the bed belly up, he pulled them around till their heads were at the foot of the bed, face up, next to each other. `Open up fags.' Mitch spat a jaw full of black stogie gob in each mouth, and the two of them immediately began retching and bucking. `When I get back, if those mouths ain't swimming with my gob, I'll cut yer little balls off.' Back down to the bar, he carried both drunk women, one over each shoulder, upstairs and deposited them on the same bed each on top of her husband, face down over the men's tiny cocks. `Start suckin those little dicks.' They were so hot that even their husband's dicks were fine and so they began. Both men started moaning in extasy – that hadn't had a mouth on their dicks in years. You fags, start suckin yer wives' pussies. Inserting one thick finger in each cunt, Mitch began opening them up. Two, then three fingers followed, working in and out deeply. Positioned himself over Elaine and Bruce he began rubbing his enormous purple dark cock head against her pussy lips, spitting gob to get it good and wet. Now and then, he dipped his dong into the fag's mouth-spittoons. Moaning, Elaine squirmed and wiggled afraid of the size and hardness. Holding her firmly, he shoved the head in. She started to really squawk so he grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved it firmly down on her husband's cock. `Fuckin bitch, do your domestic duty. Maybe he'd be a man if it wern't fer you.' Working hard, like a man should, and very gentle for him, he managed - as usual for fucking pussy - to finally lodge maybe 5 inches of thick cock in, and then started slowly fucking in and out. `Gonna be easy on both you whores, as you're gonna be carrying my big-dicked baby boys. Suck on her pussy you, and keep my shaft wet.' He could feel Bruce doing just that as his fat flopping balls rhythmically slapped on the guys chin, dripping with pre cum, pussy juice and cigar gob. Getting close, he pulled out and sank his stinking cock into the fag's gullet, then shoved it right to the balls. `Clean the pussy juice and cigar gob off my cock.' Her legs pegged up over his shoulders, puffing on the cigar the women hated, he went back and forth between wife's pussy and husband's throat for a long, long time. Bottomed out in her cunt at 5 inches, and not wanting to jeopardize the baby he was planting, Mitch was careful to only sheath to the balls in Bruce. He smiled when, pulling out of her stretched pussy with his cock pulsing hard against her thigh, he felt Bruce's mouth hungerly working over to nurse on Daddy's big piece. Sweat dripping down on both of them, his mighty cock thickened to full girth, veins bulging as he began to unload his sacred seed, throbbing and pulsing gigantically as he shot. Dropping down on top of her, smothering both of them with his size and weight, his mouth, stinking and dripping with cigar gob, he kissed her deeply murmuring `take my seed, I'm plantin my big-dicked baby boy in you.' Mitch's cock pulsed shot after shot of thick, hot bull seed for a long time, and stayed rock stiff longer still as he continued to fuck pump. Slowly softening, it finally inch by inch slid out, spilling a quart of man seed onto Bruce's face. His spent cock, the size of a dead baby, lay steaming on top of Bruce's face. He growled `Clean yer master, boy.' Shoving his cigar back in his jaw, he ecstatically enjoyed feeling Bruce's pretty mouth envelop him and reverently, worshipfully suck him clean. Expertly maneuvering so that his softened hog was deep in Bruce's throat, Mitch took a long, leisurely piss, the fag under him dutifully swallowing every drop gagging and drooling all the way. The boys watched saucer-eyed from the door that Mitch had left slightly ajar as the conquering hero stood, dripping sweat and had Elaine suck him. Both her little hands wrapped around the softened girth with fully a foot of cock hanging down. Putting it in her mouth, she sucked hungerly and he quickly began to harden up. Moving over to the next fuck sandwich, Mitch again went back and forth between JoAnne's stretched cunt and Martin's unhinged jaw. Again, he fucked both of them for a long time, grunting and swearing under his breath. `Daddy's ready bitch, take my sacred seed and grow me another big-dicked boy.' Again the python pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded in her pussy. Pulling out, Martin immediately went to work cleaning off the steaming monster.It would have been hard to believe that anyone could take a man as big as Mitch, but then again, they both had taken him, and in both holes, and a number of times. But, wow, did their mother's cunts stretch wide and wow did their father's seem like they were gonna die, what with the twitching and flopping then did when fully impaled. After when they were put through though, their mother's eagerly, desperately sucked him clean and their father's reverently and fearfully sucked and served him as he stood proud, flexing his biceps and smoking his big cigar. That's what a real man is, and he's the only one they had ever seen, let along met, they whispered to each other. Mitch viciously kicked the men off the bed onto the floor which evoked squeals of crazed delight from the women. Grabbing each fag by the hair and pulling their heads up to his face one by one, his cigar stub glowing red in their faces, he growled. `Now, git to the bathroom and clean out yer ass holes. If you got an enema, use it. Flexing his fingers till their hair was just about ripped out, they whimpered their total obedience, and crawled off to do as told. The big guy threw himself down on his back between the two women arm's comfortably, insolently, behind his head. Stretched like they hadn't been since they delivered Ben and Joe, they nestled up against him, running their hands through his incredibly hairy chest and gut, kissing and licking his nipples then working down his stomach and to his mighty manhood, kissing and licking the huge stinking softened shaft and running their tongues up under his skin as he told them how pretty, and hot, and sweet they were – both soon to be mother of his sons, the whole time thinking what vicious, disgusting bitches they really were. But, they would be carrying his big-dicked boys and his cucks would be raising them. He smiled and let them play while he watched and flexed, telling them the lies stupid women need to hear. Slowly, the fell asleep, contented, drunk and finally fucked proper by a real man, the Lord of all he surveyed. ------------------------------------------------------------- As soon as they were snoring, Mitch rose, and with a contemptuous glance back, walking to the door. Sticking his stiffening cock in first Joe's than Ben's mouths he growled `git a taste of a real man, boys. My work is only half done. With the two of you, it ain't work, it's pleasure. Look up at me, best sight in the world, seein my mighty weapon hangin down, being sucked by two beautiful boys who love and fear their father.' He found the husbands huddled together in the bathroom, shaking with terror and excitement. `Git up.' Wrapping an arm around Martin's head, Mitch flexed his bicep, one fist clasped in the other. Flexing, Martin's little head was crushed as Mitch lifted the little man right off the floor. Laughing, he watched as the impotent cuck flopped off the floor over and over, tiny dick bouncing. Dropping him back down, he did the same to Bruce. Yanking the squealing fag up by the hair, he crushed him tight against his flanks. `Play with yer Daddy's big bad cock.' With hands almost as little and delicate as his son. Bruce dutifully ran them down Mitch's gnarly shaft and held it between them, fingers almost meeting together around it. Hands together he stroked it up and down as it stiffened some more. Jerking the monster furiously Bruce looked with awed eyes as the huge purple dark head appeared and disappeared in the long, velvet hood, pre cum drooling like a leaky faucet from the weapon. `You like Daddy's big bad cock, boy?' `Sir, yes, Sir,' he moaned out. `You like Daddy's swingin bull balls, still full of seed after impregnatin your wife? `Sir, yes Sir" he replied like the responses in church. `I got bout 5 inches of this fine 10 inch stogie left and won't be done smokin it till I have fucked yer virgin assholes.' Flipping Bruce upside down, legs on his shoulder, he grabbed him by his tousled hair and slid the guy's head down on his dick, skull fucking him furiously. Bruce gagging, bent over the giant's shoulder, cock slobber dripping from his chin. With tears in their eyes and shaking voices they begged to be spared. Laughing, he cupped and arm around each waist and lifted them dangling face down weeping and wailing. Marching down the hall towards another bedroom – for sure the `Master' bedroom - 15 inches of rock-hard executioner throbbing in front, he ordered `stroke yer owner's piece, Bruce, and you Martin, play wit my floppin balls.' And, doing so, they arrived and were thrown on the bed in a heap. Cowering together, he stood over them. Grabbing Bruce by the hair, he shoved his cock down his throat and worked him furiously with one hand while he shoved Martin on his belly and rammed first one, then two then three thick fingers in his douched and enema-ed squeaky clean ass hole. Bruce was gagging and Martin was moaning in agony as Mitch did his Man's work. Pulling out of Bruce's throat he shoved it back in and out till his weapon was thick with rich, throat glop. Grabbing Martin's pitiful little cock and balls in a fist so large the cucks entire genitals disappeared in it, he lifted him right off his knees, swung back his other fist and punched him in the balls with full force, once, twice and a third time. Martin went ridged, then collapsed screaming. Yanking him up by the balls again, Mitch slammed his cock head to the virgin pink gash, spat black, thick stogie gob on it, and rammed home. 7 inches with the first slam, the following 8 disappeared with the second. Of course the fag started to scream full blast, as the big guy wrapped a fist over his mouth. `This is what you were born for you disgusting faggot. Take it, TAKE IT. No woman can, and if she did she'd be no good for breedin. That's where the likes of you two come in' Hand stifling the screams, his fat glowing stogie sticking out in front, Mitch fucked him doggie style with no mercy. He fucked the worm under him with brutal force, once in a while stopping when fully sheathed to pulse and throb it in the cuck's guts. Soaked with sweat again, he fucked him till his prey stopped struggling then flipped him over on his back and fucked him some more. Martin's legs were up over Mitch's shoulders grotesquely flopping as Mitch drove home over and over. Bent over the little guy under him, Mitch was puffing his glowing red stogie, eyes locked with his property. Knowing what to do without having to be ordered, Bruce had been continually spitting on and licking the mighty piston to keep it well lubed. `Suck on Daddy's balls, boy. Chaw em, git em in yer mouth. Serve yer Daddy. Make me proud of you ' Feeling that pretty, beaten mouth on his baby makers got Mitch to fucking even more brutally, but by now, Martin was past feeling pain and was beginning to moan in pleasure and even try and raise his ass to accept and please and take his Master. Smiling around his dripping cigar – dripping all over Martin's face – Mitch did his duty to the Male race and bred the boy proper. Giant soaked balls slapping loud, Martin's moaning got louder and he began to twitch and shoot thin, watery cum out of his tiny dicklet. Mitch picked up the pace, and 15 inches of horse dick rhythmically appeared and disappeared, balls slapping till they stung real good, till he too began bucking and growling. `TAKE. YER. DADDY'S. SEED. YOU. FUCKIN. CUM. DUMP' Swollen to incredible knotted girth, the cannon began thumping and throbbing as rope after rope of bull seed was blasted deep, deep in Martin's guts. For a full 3 minutes the big cock pulsed and shot. Then, quickly pulling out, as a river of cum gushed out of Martin's ass onto Bruce's face and into his mouth, Mitch swung the little man around and slammed his rock-hard cock all the way down his throat. `Clean it' he growled, chawing his stogie so hard he almost bit it in half. A heavy hand on Martin's head kept the boy impaled to the big balls till Mitch's piece slowly softened and gradually shrank and withdrew down and out of the prey's gullet. Flopping out, dripping, Martin wildly worshiped and kissed it crying hysterically as he babbled love and devotion to the man and that which makes a man a man as it swung heavy between its owner's thighs. `Bruce, git over here and help yer little buddy.' Soon two newly acquired boys were showing just how house broken they were. As the little men were allowed to play with Daddy's cock and balls, Mitch smirked contemptuously, working his fingers roughly in Bruce's hole. On all fours, his fuck toy was already raising his butt as Mitch's man-sized fingers were invading his cunt. Fucking him with his hand, Bruce was soon moaning and slobbering on the executioner beginning to stiffen...what, the fourth time for the evening. His brains fucked out, Martin was drifting off to a torn bruised, beaten and fulfilled sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That was fine with Mitch, as Bruce was his favorite. That pretty mouth, rosy complexion, tousled hair, blue eyes and cute well-formed little body had attracted him from the start. He was almost as cute as his son. Taking the little man and sitting him on his knee, he allowed Bruce to nestle and snuggle in his fur. While Daddy contentedly smoked his big bad cigar, he ran his rough hands over the smooth hairless body. His ass was tiny like the rest of him, but nicely rounded and firm, even his little cocklet was beautiful -like a kids. Those big hands running all over him gave Bruce a stiffy in no time. Chuckling, Mitch stood up and raising Bruce up off the floor to the right height, had him engulf his tiny cock in the man's foreskin and stroked it over the dicklet which disappeared completely. Sitting again, he bounced him on his knee, raised a sweaty arm and gently pushed Bruce's face into his pit, the boy hungerly lapping up the sweat and the man stink squealing low in pleasure as Mitch dragged his little head across his soaked chest fur. Standing, he lifted Bruce and tossed him way up in the air, cradling him in his arms, smiling and laughing around his smoldering stogie. Handing it to the boy, he let Bruce admire it – gigantic, gross, soggy and stinking - really enormous in the little guy's fingers. `Kiss Daddy's cigar, boy.' `Yes Daddy' and Bruce did, reverently. `Gimme it back boy' and Bruce held it up for Mitch to chaw down on and get puffing back into life. `Hold it fer me again, boy.' When Bruce did, Mitch bent down over the little fellow in his arms and kissed him tenderly, his big man's mouth completely covering the boy's. Tongue probing and invading Bruce's mouth, he enjoyed his boy for a long time, all the while walking all over the room then the hall, bouncing him up and down like an infant, his heavy cock and balls swaying, swinging and throbbing all the while. Bruce was in heaven. His soft skin, hairless as a baby felt thick curly man fur scratching all over his body as his Daddy alternately threw him up and caught him, and, letting the boy hold his dripping cigar, hungerly thrust his tongue deep in his mouth. Hands linked around Daddy's huge neck, he reached his head up to kiss Mitch's neck and chin and lick around the lips and along the cigar stub jutting out of his Daddy's jaw, crying softly all the while. Throwing him way up in the air, this time he caught the little fellow under his arm pits and lowered him down so he was sitting on the giant cock standing at a much bigger erection than any time before. Mitch pulsed and twitched his cock which bounced Bruce up and down. Bruce ran his tiny fingers through the thick blond thatch covering his Daddy's chest and gut as he whimpered and cried. `I know little fella, I know.' Mitch chuckled as he looked over his new boy's shoulder, his colossal weapon sticking way out past the little guy's butt which was contracting and squeezing it convulsively between tiny cheeks. When he fucked him, his cock would be coming up out the fag's throat and mouth. Seating his little boy on the edge of another bed, Mitch took both petite hands and taught them how to stroke the supple long foreskin back and forth over Daddy's organ as the big man stood over and in front of him. Mitch held his head in one hand and controlled it, pulling it up and a little bit down on his bloated piece. `Little boy, I planted a baby in your wife's pussy, and you are to raise him as my son.' He pulled him off to hear 'Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir.' `To reward you, son, I am now gonna give you my Sacred Seed in your mouth and throat. Savor, honor and adore it.' Thrusting his loins forward and backwards, only the silky velvet hood retracting and engulfing, Mitch held his boy's head in a man vice and unloaded his fourth orgasm of the night. Only the sound of quiet grunting and growling and of whimpering and blubbering and choking it down was heard. Seed drooled out of the corners of Bruce's mouth slowly plopping on the bedsheet below. Kissing him deeply, Mitch lowered his favorite, butt down on the bed and raised his tiny legs over his shoulders. His enormous cock had not gone soft and was resting on Bruce's gut, running all the way up his chest. `Yer boy cunt ready for Daddy?' `Sir, yes Sir' was squeaked out in terror and adoration. A jaw full of black stogie slop hit his cock head and shaft, running, drooling all down the length. Holding his knob to the boy's pink pussy, he slowly forced his way in, holding the little guy's hair in the vice of his powerful fist as he watched his eyes all the time. What he saw was agony mixed with devotion and determination to please his Lord and Master. Pleased, Mitch worked his big cock in inexorably, spitting stogie gob on it when needed. Finally, he began to fuck his boy, in and out, in and out. Bruce's back was bent in an arch upward as Mitch lowered himself on top of his boy face to face and began really fucking him, all 15 inches to the balls murmuring around his glowing stogie `now yer mine forever, little boy, My manhood is taking you, forever mine, little guy. Take your Father's God Given organ and please him.' All the while fucking regular and relentless, the Lord picked up the pace. Lifting him off the bed, impaled, he strutted around the room, flexing, fucking and smoking the rest of his stogie. Pinning him butt down on the bed, when the Lord was ready to plant his seed, barely an inch of raunchy cigar was left, jutting out from his clamped snarling jaw, drool running down his chin and onto his boy below. TAKE. YER. DADDY'S. SEED. BABY. BOY.' Kissing his man's neck, burying his face in the thick blond fur, feeling that colossal monster deep inside him, he felt it swell, then red hot seed flooding into his boy pussy and guts. 'That's four, Mitch murmered to himself.' What Daddy, Bruce whimpered out between sobs.' 'Nothin, son, nothin.' Mitch stayed iron-bar hard up in his boy for a long time. When it slowly flopped out, Bruce reversed and reverently sucked it into his mouth to clean his Lord. And so, they fell asleep, Boy with his Master's organ pissing deep in his throat. Mitch smiled as he pissed. In a few minutes, thinking Bruce asleep, Mitch began to withdraw his hog. Bruce groggily woke and began desperately sucking and fondling his owner's balls. `Oh, please Daddy, don't leave me. Let me serve you, Mighty Lord.' He was adorable down there, nursing like a baby on his father's cock. Despite himself and knowing he had a `date' with the two sons, Mitch's generator started thickening and lengthening as his boy serviced devotedly. Easily maneuvering his boy onto his back, lifting tiny legs up over his shoulder, Mitch worked his cock to the destroyed hole. Bruce's little hands held his Lord's manhood as Mitch flexed forward, 5 inches in the first thrust. Puffing on the half inch of soaked glowing stogie jutting out of his jaw, he fucked his alabaster skinned boy with an easy rhythm. Amazed that this tiny fella could take him after only one fuck, Mitch enjoyed this rutting. He was making love to the little guy, not raping him. Bruce was running his little hands over the huge arms and biceps and deep through that heavy chest fur as he felt a deep glowing building up from his boy pussy. With the full 15 inches to the balls and back out again, Bruce felt totally fulfilled. Burning hotter and hotter, his eyes locked on those of his Master, the boy began to twitch and squirm. Knowing what it meant, Mitch fucked faster and harder, seeing the boy under him bouncing and jumping every time he rammed it all the way home. Cock throbbing, sheathed completely in his boy's cunt, the two began to come at the same time. Another gallon of rich man seed flooded Bruce's guts as the little guy squirted a few shots of weak cum on his chest. Standing up, he presented his slowly softening cock to be cleaned and worships. `Five times.' He murmered. 'Keep this baby' and Mitch handed his chawed, dripping stogie butt to the boy, who kissed it lovingly. Holding this little man in his arms – this little man who had charmed and excited and moved him – Mitch rocked him to sleep, kissing and caressing him. When the little hand slipped out from Mitch's thick chest pelt the big guy got up, stretched and yawned then slowly padded out of the room. Buck naked, cock and balls wetly slapping, he strode through the quiet and dark house back to the bar. Whipping a big hand across his brow, he flicked the sweat onto the floor. `Fuck, a three cigar night' and he fished another whopper torpedo out of his jacket and strolled towards the boy's room. The big guy had already shot 5 huge loads, but was still hot and eager for his boy's cunts. ======================================= Lighting the big stogie, Mitch leaned easily on the door frame of the kid's room enjoying the sight of his two little boys naked on the bed, butts up in surrender. Walking over to the head of the bed, he worked his big piece easily in and out of their mouths, then throats. When he was rock hard from hearing the gagging, and his weapon was glistening with thick throat slobber he moved to the other side. Grabbing Joe by his upper thighs, Mitch fucked his piece into the kid's willing and stretched cunt. Fist in the boy's hair, he yanked him back up against him. Joe was moaning from the big cock in his pussy and the wonderful feel of that thick pelt of scratchy blond curls that covered Mitch from neck to cock and then continued down his mighty thighs. Doggy style was following by proudly puffing on his stogie as he held Joe up and strutted around with the boy impaled. Raising him, he let go and Joe sank down nailed on the entire organ. Then missionary style for a long, long, Daddy fuck. The little boy's cockle was drooling pools of spung onto his hairless belly as he bounced under the Bull fuck. `Daddy is ready to seed you, my little son. You ready?' `Oh yes Daddy, breed me, plant a baby in me.' That did it and Mitch's fire hose began to ejaculate in the kid's guts. Allowing Ben to hold his cigar, Mitch kissed and caressed Joe as he thumped and pulsed out his seed. Slowly pulling out, Joe immediately sank to his knees and began cleaning his father. Holding Ben by his side, he bent down and chomped the stogie back in his jaw, getting it going good. Ben was on fire running his hands over the enormous hairy body. Pulling Joe up gently, he had them link their hands around his biceps. Flexing huge, the kids were lifted off the floor as the big man strode around the room. Their little dicklets were stiff again and watching them squeal in delight as they flopped around like rag dolls got Mitch's colossus to begin lengthening, darkening and swelling. Pushing Ben to the floor and moving to a slightly squatting position over him, he told Ben `wrap yer cute little hands round my balls kid.' Then rising, he lifted the boy entirely off the floor by his baby makers. Swaying back and forth, Ben was swinging on man balls like the clapper of a bell. Mitch was furiously rolling his cigar around in his jaw. `Yeah, fuck. Who's the Man' `You are sir!' `Balls of steel, tough as steel, I'm the Man.' Sitting them down in front of him `pull on my balls, punch em. Nah, punch em HARD.' He laughed, chawing deep as their little fists connected with his steel nuts. `Keep punching git me hot, real hot.' Tiny fists punched into the orange sized balls hanging way down over the edge of the bed, his huge soft cock flopping around from the boy's efforts. Mitch laughed feeling the hot little hands and fists doing their best. Again, the gross snake started to lengthen. 'Play wit yer Daddy's piece, little guys.' Hold yer arms up agin it. Stroke my hood up and down. Serve yer Lord.' They eagerly did. Ben bent over and opening his mouth as wide as he could streted it over the knob, cheeks bulging. Seriously erect again, the big guy lifted little Joe and deposited him on the bed, sleepy from gettin fucked proper. Then back, he deposited Ben on his back and began beating him on the face with his hog. Twapp, twapp, twappp set up a rhythmic tattoo as the kid moaned and whimpered, his tiny lips trying to catch the end of the weapon. 'Kiss my skin boy, tongue it, suck it.' Ben did as it retracted, Mitch's cock at full glory. Swinging him around, butt end on the edge of the bed, he yanked him up, back against him 'You want Daddy's horse meat up in you boy? You ready to serve your Father.' Tiny butt ground frantically againt the mighty splitter as he babbled and cried, pleading to be fucked. Joe was out of it, so Mitch had no throat slobber to make it easier, but stogie gob worked just as good so, throwing Ben's legs up and holding they wide apart, he pressed his meat to the pink hole, spat out a jaw full and then slowly thrust in. 'Oh Daddy, my Daddy is in me, oh Daddy it hurts so bad, you're splitting me.' 'Yeah boy, that's how it is. Men were made to take and pussy boys to be taken. I barely got my knob in, you want me to pull out or FUCK YER BRAINS OUT, boy?' Crying from the agony, the little hands stretched out, trying to reach his Lord's body, to pull him in. Smiling around his cigar, Mitch bucked forward getting full half in. Eyes wide in agony, Mitch couldn't stop himself if he wanted to, what with that incredible tight boy pussy squeezing his gnarled monster like a vice. Tryin to go easy, he pulled back and slowly fucked in over and over till the pain in his boy's eyes gave way to lustful pleasure. Lowering himself down on top of Ben, Mitch kept fucking him, inch by inch slowly ramming in till finally he had the extatic pleasure of being seated to his baby makers. Dripping stogie in his fingers, he kissed his boy deep as he fucked him harder and harder. 'Baby boy, yer so fuckin pretty I can't stop myself. Gotta take you, gotta split you, gotta seed you, mark you with my rich sperm as mine and only mine.' Man and boy were on fire now, boy lifting his little ass best he could to meet and recieve his Father's mighty cock. Shoving his stogie back in his jaw, he growled 'it's time boy, open yer bowels and git ready to take yer father's thick seed.' Viciously fuckin the kid, he slammed him around and across the bed before bellowing like a bull, his swollen gigantic meat began pumping seed into the boy. Mitch kept fucking and fucking, cock rock hard, till the boy was out of his mind glowing like a cast iron stove from the stake way up in his guts. Twitching and jumping his tiny pecker shot boyish wad after wad on his belly. Chuckling Mitch slowly withdrew and with a loud wet plop, his splitter dropped out. Ben crawled over to the soaked, steaming and dripping organ and reverently began cleaning it. Hanging down 12 soft inches, the boy served his Father for a long time. 'That's six. Fuck, I'm the man.' Moving to git up, Ben's little arms wrapped themselves as far around Mitch's waist as they could reach. 'Gotta piss boy.' Ben dutifully took the head in his mouth and looked into his Daddy's eyes. Mitch began pissing watching the little throat glug and contract as he pissed hot piss like a horse, grunting in pleasure as he did. Hot piss was spraying out of the corners of the boys stretched lips, but he kept on drinking from the hose, till choking and gurgling, Mitch pulled him off, spraying piss all over him. Throwing a sheet in his face 'Yer mom's got lots to clean up tomorrow. Now, git in bed next to yer little buddy and off to sleep. Don't ferget to take a long shower in the mornin.' Smacking him hard on that irrisistible ass, Ben complied as Mitch stood, stretched and strolled out into the corridor. Passing the room where he had fucked Bruce, he looked in. The little guy was in slumber land, a blissful smile on his face, a face caked with Mitch's seed, cigar gob and piss. The little fella had kicked the sheet off and his body was on view. Beautiful he was, so soft and pink, defenseless and tiny. 'All his needs is a nookie' Mitch couldn't help thinking. Reaching down, he shook his soft cock, flapping in against his thigh as we watched. Sliding the hood back and forth, he admired just how gigantic, menecing and powerful it was. As he did so, his piece began to grow. 'Fuck, not agin.' But, yes, the monster was getting steamed and lengthening. As he quietly entered, his cock was hot and heavy, glowered dark purple, veins bulging. Gently maneuvering the sleeping baby of his over to the edge, Mitch spat more gob on his knob and shaft, then began inserting it into the little guy's pussy. Bruce work up with Mitch in his guts. Looking up at his Master, he wrapped little hands around his neck and obediently served his Father's needs, kissing him all over his neck and face. In one long slow motion Mitch fucked all 15 inches into his boy, and when his fat balls were resting on the hairless pussy, he lowered himslelf down on top of him. Letting Bruce hold his dripping smouldering stogie, Mitch hugerly kissed him mouth, caressing his face, running his big rough hands all over the perfect little body as his cock thumped and pulsed deep in the boy's guts. Soon, he was hard fucking. 'Daddy wants his boy. Daddy needs his boy. You feel yer Daddy deep in you. boy?' 'Oh yes Daddy, I do. Daddy it's so big, I can feel it deep inside me. It's killing me Daddy.' Bruce was crying, eagery meeting Mitch's lips, feeling crushed under them, his skin glowing from the rough caresses of this God like man. 'Oh baby, Daddy's so hot, I gotta plant me another load of baby making seed. You ready to take yer Daddy's seed.' Slamming home now, with soft grunts and deep growls Mitch twitched his monster deep in Bruce's guts and the little guy immediately began spurting his boy's load. With a colossal slam home, Mitch's organ swelled to maximum girth and pumped out his seventh bull load of the evening. Pulling out slow, loving every squeeze of the boy's contracting pussy Mitch fucked it back in a few times, then withdrew. Dripping with sweat, Mitch contentedly watched Bruce wrap those beautiful lips around the giant penis, cleaning and worshiping it. 'This is one fer the recond books' the big guy thought, arrogantly enjoying the view. 'Now, back to sleep little fella. You took three big loads of yer Daddy's seed tonight. Daddy's favorite little boy, you are. Tomorrow, I'll give you all yer orders. Sleepy time now for good little boys. Withdrawing his cock with a plop from the reverently sucking lips, Mitch patted Bruce on the head, affectionally cupped his head and kissed him deeply, shoved what was left of his cigar back in his jaw, and with a good sharp couple of slaps to the cupped face, he chuckled and went out. Wandering through their absurdly elaborate house, he found a big couch and threw himself down on his back and smiling contendedly. After having down a man's work and then some, he was snoring in no time.