Becoming a Boy 50

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TIM

"Dad, I need to tell you something," I said after we had gotten going in the car. "Stuff is different at school and, well, and my life."

"Tim, you don't need to say anything, I think I get it."

What was he saying? He knew what I wanted to say? How did he know? I didn't think he really knew everything. I wasn't so much a fag that he could see it in me, I thought to myself.

"Dad, I'm not even sure how to start."

"Tim, if you want to talk about being gay, well, I have things to tell you too."

"But, but how did you know? I've never said anything, heck, we never even talked about sex at home."

Dad just laughed. What was so funny to him?

"Well, let's just say your mother and I heard a lot last night coming out of your room. You seemed to be, how can I say it? Let's just say it was pretty clear that you were enjoying yourself with your friend Ian. Am I right?"

I could feel my face blush. It was suddenly very warm in the car. I looked away from him as he laughed again.

"Don't be so sheepish, Tim. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself. I get that. Sex can be fun."

"DAD!!" OMG how embarrassing. My moaning got me caught by my folks, even with Ian clamping on my throat and stuffing something in my mouth. "But Mom hates to talk about sex. Is she pissed? Are you sure she knows?"

"Tim, she knows. To be honest I had figured out you were most likely gay years ago. You always hung around guys who were well, they were rather handsome kids, strong kids. I know you dated girls, but you always acted different, always were looking at those guys with a look that said something else. You didn't look at the girls the same way."

"But, I like girls!" I cried out. I knew it rang false even as I said it, but I couldn't deal with this turn in the conversation. "If you knew, why didn't you say something to me? Why didn't you or Mom talk about it with me?"

Dad looked at me and then back to the road. He didn't say anything for a while. I didn't know what to say at this point. I thought I would confess to being gay and Dad said he already knew. He knew. I wonder what else he knew.

"Tim, Peg didn't want to discuss sex because she has never been truly comfortable with, well with my sexuality."

"Dad?"

"Quiet while I talk, Tim. I need to say this now."

"Yes, Sir," I replied automatically.

"She loves me a great deal and I love your mother, but there are things you don't know, things Peg didn't want to discuss because she felt it would influence you in some way. Your mom isn't very understanding of some things. She feels sex is simply a necessary activity, not something enjoyable. Anyway, she wouldn't discuss sex because I'm bisexual, Tim. She didn't want you to know that for her fear that you might turn out like me, like the two of us. See, your mom married me knowing I would always want to have sex with guys. Not all the time, just on occasion. I agreed to some rules she set when we got married. I tell her if I am going to go be with a man, another guy, and she allows it. It isn't every week or even every month, it just happens sometimes. Any questions?"

"I have loads of questions," I told him. I couldn't believe I was openly talking sex with Dad and he was telling me he liked guys, sorta.

"So, does that mean Mom has sex with other people? Other girls? Or other guys?"

"Well, other than giving permission, your Mom has never wanted to know any details. She believes this is a character fault of mine that I like sex at all, let alone with different people. She didn't want that to be discussed. It was a different time when we got married, Tim. It's not easy and I let her have her space and I let her decide that we wouldn't talk about it with you. I try not to ask her too many questions, but no, I don't think she has sex with other people. I think she did early on, but not recently. She doesn't seem to have much use for sex in general."

"But, you guys are okay, right? You still, you know, love each other?"

"Oh, very much, Tim. We've spent all our adult life together. We just don't have sex together much. It was never something she seemed to enjoy much, and she gets that I do enjoy it, she just doesn't like discussing it. Oh, and I'm pretty sure she has never been with a woman, that would be completely against her nature."

I just thought all about that for a while. My Dad was a swinger. Or something like that, he had sex with men. Did he like sucking dick? Did he get fucked? What did he do with other men? What did he do with mom?

"You're awfully quiet, Tim. Why don't you tell me about your boyfriend? You know, tell me how you met Ian, how you guys got together. What makes him special to you?"

That made me think too. How much did I want to share with Dad. He'd shared a lot already. I felt kinda safe in sharing stuff now. I just didn't know how much to share. Ian said he was fine with them knowing but I couldn't say he was my boyfriend. I could say he was my Master but not my boyfriend. So, I could be totally open or I could only hint. What should I do?

"Come on, Tim. I've been very up front here this morning. Don't shut me out now that I've finally been able to tell you these things."

"Does Mom know you're telling me this?" I finally asked.

"Not sure, buddy. We had a long talk last night after we heard you, well heard you getting busy with Ian. I have a feeling Ian is getting an earful back at home now. Your Mom blames him for changing you."

"Shit," I let slip before realizing I was swearing in front of Dad. "Oops, sorry about that. Didn't mean to cuss."

"Seems like a good time to toss that word around. So, anyway, I'll start then. When did you decide you were gay?"

Crap. I hadn't ever got to the point of thinking I was gay, had I? I kinda went from wanting to try sucking Ian's dick to being his cocksucker, his faggot. I tried to say I was bi, tried to think of myself as gay, but really, I had just finally accepted I was his bitch and I needed dick. I'd suck any dick. What was I supposed to tell Dad? The truth?

"It just sort of happened. I hadn't really thought about it too much," I said honestly. "This fall was just so tough. I spent a lot of time just thinking about stuff. Dad, stuff we never even talked about at home. Being at school and thinking about it all was weird."

"But, Ian is your boyfriend, right? I mean, given what I heard, you were enjoying whatever was going on last night. Look, whatever you say is going to be okay, Tim. If he's not your boyfriend is he just a friend with benefits?"

"DAD!"

"Well, I'm not ignorant of life and society, Tim. I know people have fuck buddies. How do you think I've handled my life? I have a couple friends you are happy to, you know, provide me some comfort and relief when I'm looking to get off."

"Ohmygod, I can't believe we're having this conversation." What the hell was I doing here?  Was this really my Dad?

"Come on, give me the truth. Whatever it is, it's fine Tim, if you are happy. That's what I want and certainly what your mom wants deep inside."

Fuck me. I was going to have to tell Dad everything. I knew from the tone in his voice he wouldn't accept silence and Ian didn't want me to give him a "boyfriend" story.

"Tim! I'm waiting for your answer," he said a bit louder. "We're going to finish this conversation before we go inside."

We were just pulling up to the mall and he pulled into a spot away from the main door. Out in the boonies of the parking lot where people parked their new, expensive cars or where kids made out away from prying eyes.

Yes, Sir," I sighed. I knew I had to tell him. "Dad, I'm not sure I'm gay, or bi. I don't know. I just had the idea that I would try it out, would see what being with a man was like. I just figured I would see if I liked it and what would happen." I paused and looked up. Dad was looking at me, waiting for me to continue. "So, the person who caught me staring at him, I guess kinda like the way you mentioned I do was Ian. He called me out on it and well, I said I'd try it and I did. I liked it. I don't know, it just felt good." I could feel myself turning red saying all of this.

"The first time all I did was give him a blow job. Ian is straight, at least that is what he tells everyone, including me. It happened at a party, during a three way with this girl we were both screwing. I wasn't going to do it again. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Then when it happened again, I begged Ian to let me do it. I don't know why, yes, I do, I was drinking again and I wanted to do it again. So, that time he took it further. He gave me instructions on what felt good to him and how I could get better at it. So, I did what he said and I enjoyed it again. Before I knew it, I was giving him blow jobs all the time. Whenever he wanted. It was okay, I really got to like doing it, I mean I really enjoyed it. I even did it for some other guy in a parking lot one day because that guy asked if I would do it. It was like he could see me staring at him or something."

I was rambling and Dad was just looking at me. I couldn't look at him anymore. I had to get the words out and I didn't want to see judgement in his eyes. I was saying stuff and going to say more to tell him who Ian was and what he meant to me.

"Ian just went with it. He, he called me his personal faggot. He gave me lots of instructions, rules, I guess. I was doing his laundry, I was starting a new workout routine, I was doing all these things he wanted me to do. And, it felt right, Dad. I just got to where it felt right. Ian's this Man. He has big plans and ideas and he knows what is right in everything. I'm never sure or I need to have someone who can tell me what's best. At Thanksgiving I went to Ian's place for the holiday. (I was going to skip the Halloween party, I couldn't tell that story) I felt so great with Ian and being with him that I begged him to, to, well to fuck me. Since then, that is what he mostly does. I had never let anyone do that to me and it was amazing. It's the greatest feeling, letting Ian enjoy himself while I enjoy myself and I don't know, feeling like I am part of his world and having him like me."

"I see," Dad finally said. I still couldn't look at him. "So, Ian isn't your boyfriend at all. He's straight, or mostly straight."

"Yes, Sir."

"And I'm guessing Ian requires a lot of your time, from what you say. Doing his chores, taking care of his room even, I bet. No wonder your grades have dropped off. No wonder your swimming may drop off too. He still sees women and it doesn't bother you does it?"

"Not really. Not most of the time."

"He's never sucked you off has he? You've never fucked him either I'm guessing."

"No, Sir."

Oh, god he knew everything. How did Dad know all of this? Why did I go and tell him all this?

"You call HIM Sir too don't you, boy?"

That last sentence made me lift my head up and meet Dad's eyes. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Dad was smiling this big grin and his dick was out of his pants in his hand. He smacked it in his other hand a couple times.

"My son's a full-on faggot. That's about the most cock-hardening thing I could have heard today Timmy. Now I understand much more about you, and I know why he calls you Timmy. Cuz you're a good boy, aren't you? And you're going to do what I tell you to do aren't you, boy?

"Dad!! What are you doing? We're in the mall parking lot. What if someone sees?"

"Look around, boy, no one is out here. Now I want to see if you're any good at cocksucking. I've had plenty of guys suck my dick over the years, but never thought I would have the opportunity for my son to do it. And I'm not passing that chance up. Unbuckle your seat belt and lean over here," he told me in what I could tell was an order.

He moved his driver seat back with the electronic adjustment and gave me plenty of room to see his cock.

"You're my Dad. This is wrong!"

"There is never anything wrong with a fag sucking a dick, boy. I'm sure Ian has told you as much. You just told me that you like all dick."

"But, Dad," I started to argue and he just reached over and grabbed the back of my neck and slammed my face down into his crotch.

"Unbuckle your seat belt!" he demanded. I did as he said. "Now get to work!"

The world was fucking crazy. I had no idea men all over used cocksuckers. I had no idea my Dad considered himself bi, let alone that he knew I would turn out gay, or that he knew what a fag was or that he had used one before. It was my parents fault I never learned anything about sex. Everyone else seemed to know all about sex and pleasure, how could I miss out these things until this past fall?

What could I do? Dad's hand remained on my back of my neck and he had a tight grasp on it. He wasn't going to let go and he had the leverage. I adjusted my body so my ass was facing up and my mouth was mashed on his cock. The only car sex I had ever had before was in the parking lot of the drug store after Halloween. Now it was my Dad! I stuck my tongue out and began to lick at his cock. When he realized that I was licking at it, he released some pressure of my neck and I could then begin to work on it more properly.

"See, Timmy. I learned to enjoy cocksuckers in college, before Peg would put out for me. I had to accept that I enjoyed it and I made it part of my identity. I'm honest and told your mother. She allowed me to continue with that and she soon stopped asking about it because we had you and her time was filled with you and work and the home. Oh, we had sex, just not as much as I wanted. She realized I wasn't going anywhere so, I just continued finding guys and fags who were interested in getting off. It's as simple as that. Get your mouth on my dick. That's enough licking."

I did as he told and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I did as Ian had taught me and began lapping at the head and just under the area where his piss slit was located. He let out an appreciative sigh."

"Yeah, that's nice. Been a couple months since I had a fag worshipping my dick. You worship cock now, don't you, boy?"

I nodded my head as much as possible and grunted a yes, that came out like a grunt.

"Your story got me so fucking hard, Timmy. I started to see you down on your knees begging Ian for his dick and your ass turned up in the air, sorta like it is now."

Dad let go of my neck and slapped my ass hard. I grunted and he just put his hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair. He moved my head up and down on his cock as I continued to run my tongue around his large head.

"Don't worry, Timmy, I'm not going to fuck you. I'd need to check with Ian on that. I recognize there are certain rules, but I'm sure he isn't going to care one bit if I use your mouth. I'll let him know once we get back home that I did, so you aren't in any trouble."

Fuck, that made me get hard, hearing Dad talk about telling Ian that I blew him. I squirmed to let my dick expand a bit since it was pressed in my thong into the seat and console of the car.

"It's even hotter thinking that you are sucking the cock that made you, Timmy. I made love to Peg with this cock and you were born from a load that shot out of my dick into her pussy. That just gets me harder."

As if to confirm that, Dad's cock throbbed and got super hard in my mouth. Okay, now I admit that made me harder too, hearing Dad talk this way about me and his dick. I needed no further proof about my being a faggot. I loved cock and loved Men who knew how to use them. The last place Dad's cock had been, was probably inside Mom, ohmygod. I was briefly disgusted about that thought but let it slip away as I tasted a little pre-cum from Dad's rock hard cock.

"All the way down boy, come on," Dad told me. He shoved on my head and I swallowed Dad's cock. Holy crap.

I did as I was taught and swallowed again and again so Dad could feel my throat muscles on his dick. This was the dick that made me, the cock that had created me and I wanted to treat it like something very special.

"Oh shit, Timmy. Your throat is unbelievable. If Ian taught you all that I need to tell him thank you, thank you for bringing out the best in my boy."

He moaned and loosened his grip. He seemed happy to just let me work my own magic on him. I wanted to show him what I knew how to do. I did my best stretched out in the front seats of the car. I tried to lick Dad's nuts when his dick was buried in my throat. I swallowed down on it when he shoved my head as far as it would go. I milked his dick with my throat as best as I could in this position.

"Fuck, Tim, this feels so good. You're right, you are a cocksucker."

Dad's dick was thick. It wasn't Ian thick or as long as Ian, but he still was bigger and longer than my 6 inches. I must have lost out in the dick genetics, like Ian had hinted to me before. I always thought I was average when I was in high school or from what I read online. I guess I just wasn't meeting the right people then. I was beginning to see I was on the small end of the scale of dick size. I didn't have a problem taking Dad to his balls so it gave me the chance to focus on all of the things Ian had taught me.

"That's it, boy. Show me how much you love to suck cock. Show me what I'm paying you to learn at college."

Dad kept slapping at my ass and yanking my head up and down on his dick. He wasn't gentle. It was fucking hot. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I would never have imagined Dad being bi, let alone him wanting me to suck his dick. I was so hot; my own cock was throbbing and I could tell I was going to cum soon. I hoped Dad came before I did. I wanted to enjoy everything about his dick.

"I'm paying for your school and at least someone up there has been teaching you a useful talent. You could earn a living with skills like this."

Did he mean that? He thought I could be a whore? Was I already a whore of sorts for Ian? I slurped at Dad's cock. He grabbed a hold of it at the base and smacked me in the face a few times. I twisted around so I could look up at him as he did this. Dad was smiling. He seemed happy. He shoved his cock back in my mouth then pulled it back out. He did this several times. I listened to the pop of his cock as he pulled it back and the suction I had on his dick released. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be sucking Dad's cock. I hadn't ever wanted to do this before, but now he knew I was a fag and he didn't care, he was smiling, he was happy to have me as his faggot son.

"Okay, you do the work, boy. I'm going to lean back and enjoy this."

He leaned the driver's seat back further. I moved a hand up to his cock. I could hold the base and direct the job myself. I slowly lowered my mouth onto him. I swirled my tongue, I lapped at it, I sucked the precum when it leaked and I treated his dick as a trophy. How many guys got to suck their Dad's dick? I was so lucky. Finally, all my maneuvering got me on my knees in front of the driver's seat. He had moved the seat back far enough I could crawl under the steering wheel and place myself in front of him.

"Oh yeah, Timmy. Suck me off. Get my seed."

I bobbed up and down quickly. Swirling my tongue and twisting my head each time I went down on it. Every few strokes I let go with my hand and swallowed all of it and milked the head in my throat. I wanted his load. I wanted to taste Dad's cum so bad.

"Oh jeezus, Timmy. You're so good at this. Who knew a blowjob would be so fucking hot? I'm going to feed you soon. Going to empty my nuts in my son's throat. Who fucking knew it could be like this?"

My own little dick was throbbing in my pants. I wanted to touch it but knew better now. I knew my hands were needed to help get the man off. My dick would shoot on its own, I could tell. I figured as soon as I started tasting Dad's cum I would shoot. I moaned as I sunk down on his dick and could feel it vibrating inside me.

"FUUUCCCKKKKKKK, FUCKING EMPTYING MY NUTS, TIMMY," Dad was close to yelling as he grabbed my head again.

He pulled it hard into his crotch, my nose slammed into him and I could feel his cock throb, emptying into my throat. I wanted to taste it but I wasn't going to get a chance. I gagged after a couple shots and my hard little dick blew into my thong, I knew it would show but I didn't care.

Dad yanked his dick out and sprayed the last of his load onto my cheek. Hs dick was covered in my throat slime and his load. I smacked my lips and used my hand to wipe up his load from my cheek and tasted him. I tasted the seed that had made me. I tasted my Dad's cum.

As Dad collapsed back into his seat, I took his dick and began cleaning it up. Lapping at it, swallowing all the goo. I squeezed his dick from the base all the way to the top and got that last bit of cum that hadn't left his shaft and I savored it all. I probably spent too much time doing it but I wanted it all. By the time Dad pushed my head away from his dick he was clean and nearly dry.

"Stop! That's it, boy. Nothing left. Now, open that door and crawl out. We have shopping to do. Maybe if you're good I'll feed you another load before we get home."

I opened the door and slid out on to the concrete. I stood up and saw the wet spot on my pants. Dad laughed and pointed it out as he re-adjusted the seat to driving position and finally climbed out of the car. I blushed, but had a huge smile on my face and so did he. He glanced around the lot and no one was around. He grabbed my ass with his hand.

"You're a great cocksucker, Timmy," he whispered close to my ear. "I'm glad Ian figured out what you needed. I couldn't do it for you, and I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. But now, now that I know what a greedy, hungry faggot you are, I'll be sure to remind you about that every time I see you."

With that he smacked my ass and took off walking to the mall. I had to run a couple steps to catch up to him, one hand trying to cover the mess showing on my pants.

IAN

Peggy had a smile on her face as she got dressed, picking up clothes from the family room and kitchen. She was a good looking lady for her age.

"That was fun Peg. I really enjoyed that. I hope you did too."

"I did," she sighed. She blushed a little. "It was better than any in a long time."

"I bet Bob is dying to get that reaction from you."

"I've been so turned off by all sex. I need to make it up to Bob."

"You will," I said. "Timmy and I will give you some time when they get back."

"Now? So soon? I mean, I haven't cleaned up, I haven't a clue how to start."

"You just start it, Peg. You walk up to him, grab his crotch gently, squeeze, and tell him you need it, you need it BAD, and you need it right then. He'll understand."

She blushed more then agreed. "Okay, I`ll try. Thank you, Ian."

"For what, Peg?"

"For taking care of Tim. For doing what is right for him. He needs someone to keep an eye on him."

"Just like you've done, Peg, only I'm letting his true self out. I'm not afraid of it, and you shouldn't be either."

"What am I going to tell, Bob? He'll know, I mean my, I mean I'mÉ"

"You're full of my cum. Yep. I'll handle it. I'll have a brief word with him. I'm thinking he won't mind too much. Especially if you follow that talk up with some action with him of your own."

"You think so? I really should have asked him first."

I slapped her ass gently. "He'll be fine, stop worrying," I told her

TIM

Dad put his hand on my lower back again. It reminded me of Ian, how he did the same thing. How it made me feel like a girl being gently pushed in a certain direction.

"We are NOT going to discuss what happened in the car with your mother, Timmy. She'd freak."

"DAD! I would never do that."

"Good boy. Now, how are you going to tell Ian?"

I thought for a bit. How would I tell Ian? I had to do it. I'd probably get my ass beat but I had to do it.

"I'll just tell him. I'll be punished I think. He wants to know ahead of time if I su..if I do anything with a man."

"Why don't you let me tell him, Timmy? I think I can handle it and you won't be punished."

"You think so?

"Yeah, from one man to another it will come across better."

IAN

Timmy and Bob were back shortly after Peg and I had our little conversation. Timmy promptly asked Peg where the wrapping paper was and they disappeared to some other part of the house. Peg looking over her shoulder as she retreated to wherever it must be. As soon as she and Timmy were out of sight, Bob stepped toward me.

"So, Ian, you brought out the faggot in my son I hear."

"Oh yeah? Timmy mention that?"

"Yeah, he did. I want to let you know I appreciate it. He needs a strong man to guide him. I've known it a long time."

"That's what Peg mentioned while you two were out. She said she denied it for a long time."

"She did. Not the best solution, but one I had to live with to keep things stable."

"I get it. It's all good now. I figured it out and I'm helping him deal with it."

"Indeed, and well, Ian, I have to say, you've really made him into a fantastic cocksucker."

Bob's eyes never left mine as we had our little discussion. As soon as he said that Timmy was a good cocksucker I broke into a smile.

"No way! You used his throat?"

"Of course I did, Ian. When your son admits to you that he's a faggot and that he loves cock, well, as a bi man, it got me hard and I had to find out. I was harder than I've been in ages. He's really good, better, he's fucking fantastic."

I chuckled, reached out and smacked Bob on the shoulder. "You dog," I told him. "Using your son's talents to get off. That must have been amazing for you."

"I was a little nervous at first, I admit, but damn, Ian, he just obeyed when I told him to suck and he started lapping at my dick and then, well then it was just keeping his head down there and enjoying it. It was the best blow I've had in ages. I hope you don't take it out on Timmy too hard, Ian. I know he has a rule to tell you things ahead of time, to get your approval."

"Bob, in this case I have no problem. I fully understand about a man finding out his son is a faggot. My Dad had to deal with learning about my little brother. Anyway, I need to tell you something too. Peg and I had a long talk. She wasn't happy with me to start with. She confronted me about the noise last night and accused me of making him gay."

"Listen, Ian, I'm sorry about that. I get it, you were just doing what is natural. Peg well she, she just doesn't care much for sex."

"Yeah, she really didn't think very highly of what she thought I was doing with Timmy. I had to, well I grabbed her hands before he smacked me Bob. Then things got strange quickly. She broke down and cried, I tried to comfort her, I'm not so good with criers, I admit. She confessed that she didn't think much of sex and had spent years denying what you were trying to tell her about Timmy. She gave me the whole story about you and her and how she pretty much stopped sex."

"Look Ian, I'm sorry about that."

"No, no Bob, I'm the one who should apologize. I got pretty directive with Peg. I, well I took advantage of the situation. I convinced her to let me show her personally why Timmy was so loud last night."

"You did what? You meanÉ"

"I talked her into seeing why Timmy is so happy and a big reason why he's a faggot, Bob. I gave her a taste of the same thing I give Timmy every day."

"You fucked, Peg? Really?"

"I'm sorry if I screwed up, Bob. She just got me hard when she came on like that trying to smack me and be all angry at me."

"She let you do that? She just gave in?"

The conversation was going well. Bob didn't seem upset, just surprised. I surprised myself honestly. I was getting rock hard telling Bob I had fucked Peg.

"She said that she is able to do her own thing from time to time and well, I can be pretty convincing when I take an interest in something. She's a good-looking woman, Bob."

I emphasized that last line by stroking my dick along my pant leg. Bob caught on and looked down at my dick stretching out my pants and leaving a clear bulge down my leg. I wondered briefly if Bob would like to go down on me, but his eyes didn't linger there long enough to make me think that would happen.

"Peggy let you fuck her, huh." Bob rubbed his own crotch in response. His dick was not my size but he had a nice bulge going. It seemed he was interested in the scenario of his wife getting fucked by another man.

"Yeah, look, I'm sorry if I was out of line," I laid the story on thick but I don't think Bob was listening at this point.

"Look, Ian, I think we both have some things to take care of right now. I need to speak to Peg, and it looks like you need to talk to Timmy. It seems I wasn't the only dog this morning," he smiled wickedly at me as he said it.

"She hasn't had time to clean up yet, Bob," I let him know.

"Well, Timmy never did wipe off that cum I left in his hair earlier. You should tell him to watch his appearance in public, Ian."

We both laughed but nothing else needed to be said. Bob excused himself to talk to Peg and I followed knowing Timmy would be where she was at.

TIM

I followed Mom out of the kitchen and in search of wrapping paper. I was nervous that Dad was going to tell Ian I had sucked him off. I had no idea if Ian would be pissed or not. I hoped he didn't do anything to Dad, if he was pissed. I would rather have Ian take his anger out on me. We eventually ended up in my room and she started digging around in my old closet.

"Honey? I just wanted to let you know, that I know that you and Ian are, well that you're gay. I know Ian really isn't gay but I realize he is someone important to you."

"Mom?"

"Well, Tim, it was difficult to NOT hear your moaning last night. It doesn't take much to figure out what was going on. You were having fun."

"I'm sorry Mom. I didn't think I was that loud. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, Tim. I get it. Ian is quite a man. He's very muscular and handsome, I get it. You wanted to get some of that man."

"Mom! You're talking about sex. You've never talked about sex before."

"I know, dear, and let me apologize for that. It's been tough on me. I really didn't want you to be gay. I wanted you to be, well, to be straight. To have kids, to have a wife. I had these ideas about what life should be like and things my life wasn't."

Crap, where was this going? I didn't know Dad was bi, I couldn't say anything to her about what I had done with Dad.

"ButÉbut your life IS like that. You and DadÉ"

"Your Dad is bisexual, Tim. I know it's hard to believe but it's true. He has always been that way. I married him anyway, but then I just tried to create this life where sex wasn't part of our life. I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want his life to influence yours.

"Mom!"

"I know, I know, it was selfish, I'm so sorry."

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She started crying. Jeez, she was bigly emotional. What the hell did she and Ian talk about?

"Mom? It's okay Mom, really, it will be fine."

"I know, honey, but it was just wrong that I did that for so long." She sniffled and the tears shut off. "I feel like I shut off everything in the family. I blocked normal conversation, normal development. I realize you're gay and I've known for a long time, I just denied it. Your Dad has known too."

"Peg!" it was Dad calling out. He appeared in the doorway. "Peg, we need to talk, NOW!" he said quite sharply.

"What?" Mom looked surprised.

"You heard me," Dad replied. "I said we need to talk. Let's go."

Dad stepped in to the room long enough to grab Mom's hand and head off towards their room, Mom stumbling after him. Ian stepped into the room after their door shut. He closed the door to my room shortly after that. I could see his dick was hard in his pants.

"On your knees," he said quietly. "Now."

"Where'd they go Sir?" I asked as I kneeled in front of him. His cock was already hard, stretching down his pants leg.

"To take care of the same need we are going to take care of right now."

"They went to have sex? My parents? But Dad justÉ"

"Yeah, you blew him. Good job. You had no option but to obey him, boy. He's your father."

Ian smiled down at me. He was happy I had done it. I was hard again. My thong had barely dried and I could feel the dried mess as my dick firmed up.

I reached up and undid Ian's pants and pulled them down. I moved forward and his right hand came down on top of my head and he took hold of my hair. His cock hung thickly in front of me, bouncing around after being released from his pants. I stuck my hand out and licked at the head. A thought hit my brain, this cock didn't smell right. I pulled back.

"Why'd you stop, Timmy?" He pulled my head back to his crotch.

I tried to talk as he ran my face around his dick. "Your cock tastes like pussy," I told him, voicing my realization he'd been fucking some woman.

"Yep. It was good too, but you know I'm going to fuck who I want, and you're still going to suck me off."

"Ian! Sir, you were home the whole time Dad and I were gone. That meansÉ"

Ian jerked my hair so I was looking at him. He had a smirking grin on his face. It got bigger as I realized what he had done.

"Yeah, Peg put out for me. She needed it bad. Not all that different than you putting out for Bob."

"But"

"Nope, didn't go anywhere near her ass," he said. A bad pun, he knew what I meant. "Your mom needed a good fuck, Timmy. I gave it to her. Obviously Bob found that idea exciting enough that now he needs to go get himself some of that too. I left a good load deep in her too, nearly as far up there as you were one time, fag."

Ian laughed as he said it. Telling me that he'd fucked my mom, and I was going to suck his cock now. The cock that had been inside my mom, the cock that tasted now of her juices and his load. Fuck, the thought disgusted me and turned me on totally at the same time. All I could do was whimper in appreciation as his cock found it's way inside my mouth and down my throat. My Man was such an alpha. He had the power to control and fuck anyone. He could probably have fucked my Dad if that was what he wanted. He could get anyone to worship him, to lift their legs for his dick. Yet, I was the fag who he chose to use regularly.

"Your Mom is pretty good at taking cock it turns out," he continued as he pulled his cock back and my mom's taste ran the length of my tongue again. "She just needed the right approach. She needed to face her fears about you, and about herself."

As he said that last bit, we both heard a long loud moan from somewhere outside the room.

"Sounds like Bob found that spot that gets her going," he said. "Your Mom is a moaner, Timmy. Just like you."

He buried his cock back in my throat and the thought was so kinky I moaned in appreciation. I brought my hands up to Ian's thighs and pulled him in as deep as I could. I wanted his dick. The deeper he probed the harder my own rarely used dick got. He tussled my hair and let me lead now. I held my head there moaning and swallowing for as long as I could. Washing his cock off, taking the remains of his fuck with my Mom inside me.

"Good faggot, clean my cock," Ian told me.

It was clear we thought alike but opposite. I knew my place was belonging to him, worshipping his dick, accepting my need for cock. He knew I needed to worship a Man, to be the receptacle for his dick. I marveled at how he knew this, how Men knew me before I knew me. Oh, I paid attention to his cock, but thoughts bounced around my head while I did what was an automatic task for me now. I repeated the process of swallowing, massaging, and holding him deep inside. Then when he had enough he pushed me off his dick lightly.

"Get up," he said curtly, so I stood.

He yanked the button of my pants open and unzipped them pulling them down quickly. I stepped out of them. I roughly pulled the string of my thong around my ass cheek, stretching it taught. He spun me around and pushed me onto one of the beds. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down.

"Arch your back. Get your ass in the air."

I did as he said. I heard him clear his throat and spit on my cunt. His dick head was already slick but I felt him tease my hole with it, spreading the only lube I needed around before he began sliding inside me. I moaned involuntarily.

"Like mother, like faggot," he laughed. "You need dick as much as your mother, She is going to realize she has been missing it. Soon we'll all be sitting around the table having a meal and you and Peg will be sitting there feeling loads leaking out of your pussies. Bob and I will be having a beer talking about the differences in fucking boys and girls," he said bluntly.

I moaned again. One brief visit to my family and Ian had changed things around here as he had done with my life. He was so fucking HOT! How could I not worship him for who he is? Mom was getting dicked good, Dad was using my mouth, and now they knew I was a faggot for Ian. I moaned again as he bottomed out in my cunt and began a good long fuck. I am a faggot, I am happy, I told myself as Ian slam fucked me hard into the mattress.

I made all the noise I wanted. My folks new I was a faggot. I had nothing to hold back. If I wanted to shout `fuck me harder' I could do it. Everyone at the frat knew I was a faggot. I could make all the noise I wanted. I was the jock faggot in the house.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I told Ian. "Please, fuck me."

I could feel his dick all the way inside me. He was grunting as he slammed me into the mattress. My ass no longer stung from the belt I had taken the other day. Now, I was feeling Ian's hips slam into my ass.

"Horny, little faggot," Ian grunted. "Bitch needs this cock all the time now."

"Yes, yes, I need your cock, Sir. I'm a jock fag now, I need that dick, bad."

I was really taking it hard now. Ian was fucking hard and the bed was bouncing. I didn't need to push back on his dick because I was bouncing around as he hammered me into the mattress and I bounced back.

"I'm going to train you hard, Timmy. You're going to me a hot fuck toy when I am finished."

All I could do was agree with him and beg for more dick. I'd do it. I'd be whatever he wanted, just give me the dick. Just fuck me hard like this I thought to myself. Fuck me with that beautiful fat cock and I'd beg for more of it all. Ian yanked his cock out and slapped my ass.

"Turn over," he demanded. "Put your legs in the air."

I flipped over and put my legs up. Ian clamped onto my legs. He supported himself on my thighs and his toes. He aimed his cock at my hole and slammed it into me.

"Yeeeeesssssss. Oh, fuck I love your dick, Sir."

Ian didn't say anything. He just focused on fucking me hard. My ass was upturned and my lower back was in the air. More of my weight was on my shoulders. Still he hammered. He hammered and I bounced. Soon His dick was entering me all the way and pulling all the way out. I could feel him inside me and feel him leaving me empty. When he pulled all the way out there was no time to close my hole and make it tight for him. I could feel the gape in my hole.

"Fuuuuckk, oh god, Sir. You're fucking my pussy so hard. Making that hole so big."

"That's right, Timmy. It's my pussy now. Not an asshole anymore. I've given you a pussy."

Fuck, I called it my pussy. It felt like that now. Open slit for big cock, oh fuck, it felt so good. I couldn't help it, I moved my hands to my pecs and started rubbing them. Started playing with my nipples. I was rubbing my tits while he fucked my pussy. My thoughts were so confused but it felt so good. Rubbing my titties and playing with my nipples while my Man fucked my cunt good and hard.

"That's it, baby. Play with those tits. I'm gonna get those bigger, Timmy. Gonna give you some nice big tits to go with your pussy," he told me.

"Yesssss, oh, fuck, Sir. Yes, make me into your jock bitch."

The idea of having bigger pecs was hot. I'd never be a swimmer again with big tits and a big ass. I'd have to quit the team when I got back. It made no sense to play at swimming anyway. I wasn't a star on the team. All I wanted was to be what Ian wanted me to be. I wanted to be his jock faggot. I squeezed my titties and pinched my nipples. The cock was going in and out. I couldn't clamp onto his dick now, he had broken it down tonight with this hard, heavy fuck. My pussy felt so good, my tits felt so good. Oh fuck, I was going to cum. He was hammering the cum out of me.

"FFUUUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed out as my dick spurted all over. All over me, all over the bed, probably on Ian too. I just rubbed my nipples harder as I came and came. Ian roared and slammed me down onto the mattress and stayed there inside me. I felt his cock pulsing and I knew he was seeding me deep, just like he had done to Mom. I was just like Mom. I was a pussified boy. I was a faggot. I was sooooo horny. I loved cock in me more than anything. Ian let my legs drop and he collapsed on me. He was sweaty from his workout on me.

"Fuck, you have a nice pussy," was all he managed to say.

I dozed a few minutes. I woke up and Ian was gone. I got dressed and I went downstairs again. Ian and Dad were already laughing and talking. I couldn't imagine what they were discussing but I blushed anyway. I went to the kitchen to see what Mom was doing. She was listening to them talk, and blushing.

"OH! You startled me, Timmy," she said, skittering away to the stove.

"You're calling me Timmy. Why? Why the sudden change?" I asked.

"Honey, it's all good. I guess I know more now, than I did only a few hours ago. I'm so happy for you. Ian is such a, well such a Man," she said excitedly.

"You've got a man," I snapped at her. "You have Dad."

"Yes, he's a good man too. Aren't we lucky? I've been so cold to him, and to you. I'm so sorry Timmy."

After she said that I just shut up. She was right. I was lucky. I was happy. I had everything I needed, or so I thought.

IAN

Timmy seemed excited that there was a present under the tree from me. How he felt in a few seconds would determine a lot for him moving forward. I wasn't sure he was ready for this, nor was I sure that Peg or Bob were ready for it either. Yet, it felt right from my standpoint to do this. I was all for everything being in the open. Peg was already clear where Timmy stood in my world view. She knew I had control. I'm sure Bob was clear on that topic too. I hadn't spoken to him directly but there had been no blowback from anything that had happened. What I had done with Peg, or what Timmy had done for his father. Yet, Timmy was blissfully unaware of most of what had occurred in the last couple days.

He ripped at the paper and got to the box. It was plain brown and he fiddled with the flip over lid and closure on the box. He pulled out that little cinched bag and untied the pull cord and opened the bag. I admit I was stressing a bit on what his reaction would be and what his folks would say, or do. It needed to be done. Timmy needed to know I owned him very clearly. I wanted him to know, wanted his parents to know, that I owned Timmy, lock, stock and barrel.

"SIR!," Timmy squeaked. "I mean, Ian. What are you doing? Ohmygod." He yanked the pull cord back closed.

"Aren't you going to show everyone what I got you, Timmy?" I said in as clear a voice as I could now. I was still a bit nervous, giving him his gift..

"Yes, Timmy, show us what Ian got you," Peg added not knowing what it was.

"No, Mom! I can't. I can't. I just can't"

"Sure, you can Tim," his parents said at the same time. They looked over at each other grinning like they were teenagers. Whatever they had discussed and done since yesterday had made them happy and more relaxed than I had seen when we first walked in the door.

"Come on Timmy, show Bob and Peg what I got you."

Timmy was horrified. He looked at me with a gaping mouth and shock on his face. He started shaking and then tears started rolling out of his eyes.

"SirÉIanÉ"

"Oh, come on Timmy. I know you're happy, but show them," I encouraged him.  "Do it!" I said a little sharply.

He opened the bag and dumped the contents into his hand to show his parents. He looked pale as a ghost, with little tears running down his face.

I looked over to Bob and Peg. Bob's face got a big grin on it and even Peg smiled a little.

"Oh, Peg, isn't it sweet? Tim got a cockring of sorts, a cage on a ring. It's just like when I gave you a ring, you cried and couldn't believe I was going to finally put a lock on your heart. Ian, I can't believe you let us see this event. I'm so damn surprised. Look how surprised and happy Timmy is too." He stood up and came over to shake my hand. Then he went over to Timmy and grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up off his knees. He gave Timmy a big hug. "Timmy, I couldn't be happier for you. I know this means a lot to you and Ian. I just want to say I'm proud of you, you'll do fine locked up."

Bob turned to Peg and reached out his hand to her. She took it and stood up. She went over to Timmy and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

"We're going to give you two some space," she told him. "I really am happy honey that you have someone who cares so much for you. Ian is a very good man."

Bob and Peg left after that, leaving me and Timmy there in the living room. It wasn't the reaction I had figured exactly. I had guessed by now they wouldn't say much, but they were honestly supportive. Tim however, well, he didn't know what to do. He was slack-jawed and watched his folks as they held hands and walked out of the room towards their own room.

"Come on, Timmy, let me put that on you properly now. Your folks gave us permission."

"Sir, they didn't even care. They seemed Éhappy. I don't get it. I don't even know if I want to do this and they want me to do it."

"Do you know if you want me?"

"Yes, Sir, of course I want you."

"Then you truly have no choice, Timmy. If you want me, this is what I want now. I'm not saying it's forever, but for right now, this is what I want. I want you locked and caged, where I know you are safe. Locked up so I know you won't use that little dick of yours for anything except peeing."

Timmy hung his head and nodded. He added a "yes sir" as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and thong. I took the Holy Trainer out of the box and figured out how it would fit. There was a little packet of lube in the box that came as a "gift" with the purchase. I put the ring around Timmy's nuts and pulled them through. Then I smeared a little lube on my fingers and rubbed it on his dick and slid it through the ring. Timmy just watched as I did this. It was matter of fact, for both him and me. I was doing it to lock it up. He was doing it because I had decided. Once his junk was in the ring I ran my slick hand over his dick again, probably the last time I would touch it in this state for a good long time, which didn't bother me at all honestly, and I slid the tube portion over his dick and slid the connection into the ring. He didn't get hard at all while I was doing this.

"You better be paying attention, Timmy. You'll be doing this as needed when you go for hair removal, or to a doctor's office, or any other time you may need to remove this. I will inspect you as you remove it for a bit, but you need to know how it works."

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

I found the magic locker and the key and finished the job. Locking Timmy up. Doing what Johnson said was needed and I had come to see as true. Timmy needed to really learn his cunt was the only sex organ he had. I knew I would have to pay attention. If he didn't cum on his own after a week or so, I'd need to milk him. If he didn't cum on his own after a couple months of this I'd need to do some closer instruction, but I honestly figured Timmy would be one of those fags who cums almost instantly in the cage, even if he was soft. I just had a feeling, this was going to be natural for him.

Once done, I stood up and looked at his new dick. I liked it. I had gotten the clear cage so Timmy could still see his dick. I wanted him to see clearly that his dick was in there and it was locked up. He looked at me miserably, as if I had taken his life away.

"What's wrong boy? Don't you like doing what I want you to do??

"But you had said,"

"I have a right to change my mind, Timmy," I interrupted him. "I'm in charge." I put my hand under his chin and raised his head up from looking at his locked dick to my face. "Look at me, boy. Sometimes I can change my mind. You can still cum, Timmy. I'm not stopping that. What I'm stopping is that dick getting hard. What I decided was, is that there is no reason for your dick to be hard anymore. Do you cum when you get fucked?

"Yes, Sir."

"Exactly. Do you cum sometimes just from hearing my voice?"

"Yes, Sir, Ian."

"When is the last time you jacked off?"

"Uhm, I don't remember, Sir. A couple months ago, I guess."

"Exactly. You aren't using your dick for what nature created it for anyway, other than to pee so, how many cocks do you need in our relationship?"

"One, Sir, yours."

"That's right, Timmy. So, to help us get to that place, I am locking yours up. We don't need it hard. We have my cock, and it's hard when you need it and that is plenty for you. I want to emphasize that to you. Accept the fact that I will determine how to use your dick. Whose cock is going to give you pleasure?

"Your cock, Sir," he mumbled.

"That's right. I also want you to understand your sex organ is now your whole body. You can receive pleasure from my cock. You receive pleasure from my hands on your body, my mouth on your tits, my cock in your throat or your pussy."

"Yes, Sir. Understood."

"Any other questions, boy?"

"Yes, Sir. I do."

"Then get started. I'm not going to keep your folks in the other room forever," I told him.

"I'm just scared, Sir. What are people going to say when they see me? And you said you were okay with my dick being unlocked and now you changed your mind. You also told me you didn't want me to have a pussy, like Bailey. What if you change your mind about that?"

Yeah," I chuckled, "I guess that does make you think, doesn't it? Well, all I can say, Timmy is that right now in my mind, I have no interest in giving you a pussy, or getting rid of your dick and balls. Look, Timmy, you aren't using your dick for what Men use a dick for. I'm just making sure you understand this and adjust to that reality. There is really no reason for it to get hard, I'm just going to teach you that reality. I don't want to give you a pussy. Any change that major, like what Bailey did, must be a decision a fag makes on his own, not with pressure from a Master. For the moment, I want you focusing on your pussy, learning that it is how you get pleasure. You know you enjoy a good fucking. It always makes you cum. Now, you can learn that cumming will happen whether your dick is hard or not. Get it?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll try not to be scared about the other stuff."

"Good fag, Timmy." I swatted his ass. "Let's check on your folks and get back to Christmas stuff."