Becoming a Boy 68

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DANNI

 

"Hey Doc," I greeted Dr. Jablonsky as he entered the room. I was in a flimsy hospital gown thingie. It did nothing for me. I felt so exposed in it. Everything was always strange at Doc's place when I was here. I was a little on edge. I never knew what would happen here.

 

"So, what brings you in today, Devish?" Doc asked Daddy Devish. He wouldn't address me, I was the fag. I smiled knowing I was in the right place.

 

"Well, we need to discuss the blood work from Danni's last appointment. I want him to be here as we discuss it."

 

"Of course you do. Helps to have the fag hear everything. Will probably make some sense to him, though you can never tell. It's your call though."

 

"Danni, you do remember when we drew your blood a couple weeks ago?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I answered Devish. "I'm not that dizzy." He frowned at my added comment. I had better watch my mouth. "I mean, yes, I do recall it all."

 

"Good boy. So Doc found that you had some unusual numbers for a boy your age."

 

"What do you mean, Sir? Am I sick? Is something wrong?"

 

"No, baby, nothing is terribly wrong, just unusual."

 

"What he's trying to say boy is that your damn little testicles aren't making hardly any testosterone these days. You barely produce more than a woman your age. Most men have a level of testosterone in the blood of 300-1100. Devish for instance has greater than average, as do most alpha men. You on the other hand have very little. You have about 175 on that scale. Not much at all," the doc explained. "I have to assume, given your situation, that this has been the level of output for your brief adulthood."

 

"What's it mean?" I wondered.

 

"It means, that would be the explanation why your little dick never got very big or why you never developed the musculature that the other men in your family have. You just don't have the capability of being a man, given these low levels. It is a good explanation as to why you are a girly boy, never made enough testosterone to become a man."

 

"Oh!" I didn't know what to say to that. It made sense though. I never did compare in any way to Ian or Daddy. "Well, that makes sense. I'm not a man, I know that. I'm not even a boy it sounds like."

 

"Well, that's what I wanted you to hear Danni. Your balls are there, but they aren't really useful to you," Doc said straight up.

 

"Yeah, I already know that," I responded. "I keep them tucked away most of the time. And I will never be able to make babies I guess with that low count."

 

"Even if you wanted to Danni, I could not allow that," Devish told me. "You're my wife, not a man who breeds."

 

He and Doc had a good laugh.

 

"So do we need to do anything?" I asked.

 

"Ahhh, yes. Well there are a few options as you know, Doc replied. "Shall I go over them for you again?"

 

"Would you doctor? That would be helpful for Danni."

 

"So, you haven't had the full talk?" Doc asked.

 

I was confused now. Full talk? Talk about what? I wasn't sure what we were talking about. I was staring at Daddy Devish and he was looking at Doc. I was distracted trying to figure out what was going on and I felt a prick on my arm and glanced down. Doc had pushed a needle into my vein and emptied the contents of the needle into me. I chilled out nearly immediately.

 

"Whoa. What was that, Sir?" I asked.

 

"That was some anti-anxiety drugs, Danni," Doctor Jablonsky answered. "It will relax you a little. It seemed you were getting a bit nervous."

 

"Oh, okay. Thanks," I replied. It had relaxed me. Totally.

 

"Okay. Get to talking Devish," Doc told him. "I don't have all day."

 

"Danni, look at me," Daddy Devish said. He took my chin in his hand and made sure I was looking at his eyes. "We will be heading to India in a few weeks. I want you to be as womanly as possible."

 

"Okay, Daddy," I replied. "I am already getting some titties. And I like the clothes you've bought me, so I can look like your wife. I get that."

 

"Yes, you've done everything I asked, baby. I love you," he told me. It made me feel so good to know, even though he said it all the time. "Now I am asking for more. I want your nuts removed, baby. I want to take those nuts from you. I want to be sure you will always know you are my girl, my little girly-boy."

 

I know my eyes got big. I was surprised. We had just talked this morning about my balls and how they were always inside me.

 

"I know that your nuts are not important to you, Danni. We've talked about them. Since they aren't important to you at all, and they are not even important to your own body as the tests show, they are even less important to me. Does that make sense?"

 

I nodded. It was true. They meant so little to me. At least until this second. Then I wondered if they were somehow important. What if I had no nuts and and and... What if I had no nuts? Would it make any difference? I was never going to make a baby with my nuts. Daddy was already screwing around with my hormones. Would having no testosterone change things a lot more? Would I get fat? I heard boys with no testosterone got fat, like those eunuchs I had seen pictures of on the net.

 

"Will I get fat? I don't want to be fat, Sir," I made it clear. Dr. J laughed.

 

"No, baby. I won't let you get fat. I don't think you'd want that anyway. You'd just have a smooth crotch down there under your clit. We'd see how things go. If you need testosterone later, we can do that. You'd become more docile, more emotional, like a girl," Daddy Jai explained.

 

"Oh. Well, I thought you wanted a boy, a fag as your wife? I'd be something else then... wouldn't I?"

 

"Well, you'd still be my fag, Danni. Just a more feminine one. It seems like that was what you would be even if we left your balls on. If you can think of it that way. You've done so well so far, I figured why not? Why not take the next step and really impress my family with your beauty."

 

I thought about what he said. I really had come a long way. And I really loved Devish. He was so handsome, so hot, so manly. Why did I need to be anything other than what he wanted? If he wanted them gone, then I could handle it. They were completely useless to me as his wife, as his obedient spouse.

 

"What about my clit? Are you going to take it off too?" I asked. I wasn't completely sure about this. I thought about Bailey. He'd been pussified, but his nuts were inside him. Did Daddy Devish want that instead? Or sometime in the future? How would that work if my nuts were gone? "What if you decide you want me to have a pussy? Can you make a pussy for me if I don't have my nuts? My friend Bailey has a pussy, but they put his nuts inside him so that he still gets horny all the time."

 

"Yes, Doctor Jablonsky has mentioned that as a possible surgery, Danni. I have thought about all the possibilities. I don't want you to have a pussy. I always want you to know you were a boy once. That you gave me yourself, your manhood, to please me."

 

"Oh wow," was all I could say. What could I do with that?

 

"If you agree, baby, I am going to remove them myself. Dr. J. will finish the surgery, but I want to remove your nuts myself. I want you to watch."

 

Oh fuck! In my mind I removed my nuts all the time by shoving them up inside myself. I sometimes thought about not having them at all because I really didn't have them now. They were tiny, not like the men I know. Daddy's nuts were huge. So were Ian's balls and Daddy Devish's were big brown globes compared to mine. I didn't have real ones anyway. So, I got the whole removing thing. But the idea of Daddy Devish cutting my sack open was freaky. So of course, that made me get a little hard thinking about it. I was totally a freak. I knew that, but the tests and this discussion confirmed it.

 

"Look at that, Danni. I think this idea is exciting to you," Devish noted. "You haven't been hard in a very long time. Your little clit is straining your lock system."

 

"I told you that would happen," Dr. J. noted. "Fags find this sort of thing stimulating."

 

I just blushed very deeply at his comment. I didn't want to find it stimulating but my body said otherwise. I had thought I was over the humiliating feelings and embarrassment stuff. I had been through so much, but now I was going to have to give permission for my nuts to be removed.

 

"Would you like to be released from your locks, Danni?" Devish asked me.

 

I nodded my consent. Daddy Devish reached into a pocket and pulled out the little Allen key that turned the tiny screw that held my locking rings in place. He quickly undid the rings. I hadn't been out of them in months. I had forgotten what it was like. My little dick immediately sprang up. It wasn't even as hard as it used to get, wasn't as big as it used to be, but it sure felt hard to me. I stared at it thinking `wow, I still have a penis'.

 

Daddy Devish grasped my clit and I sighed. He gave it a little rub and I swear I would cum right then. No one had touched my dick like a dick in a very long time. I made no attempt to touch it myself. I had given that up a long time ago.

 

"I want you to cum for me, Danni. I want you to cum one more time like a boy, before I take your nuts out. You won't get to cum like this ever again, baby."

 

"Oh, fucckkkk, Daddy. This is it, isn't it? You're really going to do it. Will I cum at all after this?" I asked.

 

"Your prostate makes fluids, boy," Dr. J said very clinically. "That is where most of your cum starts. The nuts only provide the sperm, which you'd never use anyway."

 

Daddy Devish began rubbing my dick more, stroking it up and down. He found some lube of some kind on the rolling tray table and used that to slick me up. I whimpered. Daddy was going to jack me off and then he would slice my sack open. Fuck. Why did I think that was so hot? It was so final. I'd never be the same again, less of a male, more girly. What would my real Daddy think?

 

"Tell me what you want, Danni," Daddy Jai said. "Tell me what you're thinking. I want to hear all of it."

 

"Oh god. You're going to castrate me. You're really going to make me your wife. I'm... I'm going to be a eunuch. Oh fuck."

 

His stroking was slow. I felt every stroke of his hand. I was propped on my elbows. My eyes flitted between watching Devish stroke my little dick and his eyes, watching him watch me. Then he moved his other hand to my nuts. He stroked them too. I'd never feel that again, I thought. Then he squeezed them tight. I felt like he'd crush them in his hand. I moaned, then yelped. It hurt.

 

"That hurts," I cried out. I squirmed on the exam table.

 

"Yes, baby, it hurts. Those nuts are useless, but they can still hurt. Seems like a good reason to get rid of them," Daddy Devish said.

 

Fuckkkk, the pain moved all throughout my nuts and into other parts of me as Daddy Devish squeezed. But my dick didn't go soft. It got harder. I hadn't been hard in months, but the pain and idea of removing my nuts made me hard. I thought back to when my birth Daddy gave me the spanking of my life and I shot a load between his legs all over the floor. It was embarrassing. Now, Daddy Devish wanted to remove my nuts and prevent that sort of thing happening again. Devish stroked my hard dicklet and squeezed.

 

DEVISH

 

Oh damn, this was hot. Danni had gotten a tiny hardon. I wanted to see his dick shoot a full load like I had never seen him do. I wanted him to experience this and remember what his dick used to do, before I took his nuts from him. I wanted him to feel the pain of his nuts, so he would agree to removing that pain. I was completely into this event. My dick throbbed in my pants. I felt his soft nuts, those little tiny balls of his. So cute, but so worthless to me, or to him. I wanted him to know he could never use them for breeding. I wanted him to say I could take them away. I was completely amazed I had set this up and was going through with it. Danni would never see me as anything except the one in charge when this was done. He would remember the pain and know I would take something from him. He would also realize it was me who took away that pain.

 

"They are so tiny, Danni. How could they cause so much pain?" I asked him as I squeezed tightly again.

 

"Ohhhhh, OWWWWWWW," he squirmed around. "I don't know. They haven't hurt like this in forever."

 

"This sort of pain can happen when you have nuts, Danni. Especially when they are outside your body. They might even hurt inside your body." I squeezed down hard again on the tiny things. How did anyone have such tiny little nuts, I wondered. It really spoke to the inferiority of some men, I thought. Of no use, to even a whore, I thought. A whore would laugh at his little package.

 

"They're going to hurt until they are gone, Danni."

 

"OWWWWW, ow ow ow."

 

I rubbed them between my fingers, mashing them periodically. I watched my fingers as well as his face. He was obviously in pain, but his dick remained hard. Barely three inches at this point from disuse, but still hard.

 

"What do you want, Danni? You want me to get rid of them?"

 

"Yessss, yes, get rid of them. They hurt," he squealed. "I don't want them. Please take them off!" he begged. "Anything to be done with this pain. I don't want this pain ever again."

 

That made me smile. Danni had no more spoken the words when Doc handed me a scalpel, as we had discussed. I released Danni's dick and relaxed my grip on his nuts after giving them one final hard squeeze. I may have damaged them with that last squeeze. I felt one give a little in my fingers and Danni really squealed. His face was white from the pain. I wanted that level of pain in him though. Pain so bad he wouldn't think me slicing his sack was even comparable.

 

"Here we go Danni. Watch me. Watch my hands. Watch my face," I instructed.

 

I knew I was smiling like a crazy yogi. This was total control, given to me willingly. No wonder I loved this little fag. MY little fag boy. Soon to be my little genderless faggot. I wasn't shaking, but I was nervous. Obviously, I had never done this before, but I wanted to do it. I pressed firmly into his ball sack and sliced. There was surprisingly little blood. Danni watched intently as he saw the knife cut open the sack. When I had a decent opening, I squeezed gently and his testicle popped out of the sack and fell on the table.

 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Danni squealed.

 

"Watch your language, boy!" I spoke sternly. "You know better."

 

"Oh fucckkkkkk, I'm going to cum!!" Danni nearly shouted.

 

Sure, enough his dick shot out a spurt of his seed. The last he'd ever have that contained his sperm. From now on only colorless fluid from his P-spot.

 

"Oh fuck yeah, baby. That is so hot. That's your last load of sperm ever, Danni."

 

His eyes fluttered and he shot two or three more spurts out of his cock. As he was doing that I sliced open his other sack and pushed his other testicle out. I did what Doc had said to do. I held the cord down from his body and snipped it where I held onto it. Then I basically just tied the cord in a knot and released it. I did the same to the other cord. Danni tried to watch but he was so pale. I kept thinking he'd pass out.

 

"Oh my god. Oh my god! I came. I shot a load. I... I don't have any nuts. The pain is gone! It's gone. They're gone!"

 

That was when he did pass out. He flopped down to the table as his arms gave out and collapsed on the table.

 

"Hoy crap, I did it," I said grinning wildly. "HA! That was intense. So much power over him," I pointed out to myself.

 

"Okay Devish, I hate to spoil your celebration, but let me get in there and finish it up. I have some work to do so it heals well and scaring is minimal," Doc elbowed me away and began the clean-up.

 

Dr. J. tossed the testicles into a stainless-steel dish. He quickly snipped back the rest of the sack he didn't want and pushed the cords inside Danni's body. Danni moaned as Doc began sewing the skin together. He was coming around again. The funny thing was his dick was still hard. I reached over and stroked it gently once, he moaned in pleasure. I was amazed at how little blood was involved. I was sooo amazed at myself. I had the control to do this. I was his man now forever. I was so damn hard. I could hardly wait to get him in the car. He would be sucking me off soon and I would relive the event in my words to him.

 

IAN

 

"That wasn't so bad, boy. You did well," I told Timmy. "Your folks took that pretty well."

 

Timmy was unpacking our suitcase and I watched as he worked. Life was good. I felt back in control. No frat for the moment. Timmy and his family showing their tendencies of submission to me. I would have a great weekend.

 

"Yeah, I'm really surprised, Sir. I... well I just figured it wouldn't go so well. Dad seemed more pleased than angry, and well, Mom, she was like super happy."

 

"I told you Timmy, Peg wants to be a grandmother, of course she's happy."

 

"You were right... as always, Sir. She wants to go shopping now to buy stuff for the baby."

 

"Great!" I replied. I could get some time with Bob alone I thought. "I think that's great, boy. Get your mom to pitch in for a crib or some big-ticket item."

 

"Ian! I'm not going to beg for stuff. I mean, I'll take what I can get, but I already used the tuition money. That was a lot for Dad to already give me."

 

"Okay, okay, boy, no need to get worked up. I'm sure Bob will pitch in later if we need anything," I told him. Timmy relaxed visibly, so I figured he was still nervous about the whole discussion. "The talk went well, boy. You did well."

 

Timmy sank to his knees and looked up at me. He had watery eyes. Sometimes he was too emotional. It was part of the whole faggot routine I had learned over time. It was something I had dealt with on numerous occasions. It bugged me but it seemed to be uncontrollable.

 

"Ian, Sir. I just was so scared. I was afraid they would hate me. They were so much more accepting than I figured."

 

"Of course they were, Timmy. I told you that. I don't know why you worry so much, I wouldn't have put you through it if I wasn't sure of the outcome. You know I take care of you, boy."

 

"Yes, Sir, you do," he said quietly as he looked up at me from the floor. I was tempted to face fuck him right then, but I really wanted a crack at his Daddy, that submissive, married, bi-fag. I'd have to leave Timmy begging silently until he got back from shopping with Peg. I wanted a couple big loads for his old man. I reached a hand out to Timmy.

 

"Up boy. You need to get going with your Mom, so you have plenty of time to get back here and cook. Go have fun, babe," I told him as he supported himself on my arm and stood up. He looked at me with a quizzical look. He thought he'd be getting some cock, obviously.

 

DANNI

 

"All the way, baby. Fit my cock in all the way," Devish told me in the car.

 

I was laying across the console of his Jaguar and he had ahold of the back of my head pushing me onto his big fat brown cock. I was sore in other places, but it seemed like he wanted to make me have a sore throat too.

 

"You were such a big boy in there Danni. You did so well when I cut off your nuts," he said as he fucked my face.

 

My nuts were gone now. Totally gone. Nothing left. I had a little tube inserted into the stiches Dr. J had sewn. He said it was to help with any drainage from the wound. I hoped it looked good when it healed. Now it was a dull throb under my dicklet. I noticed as I had dressed that my clit hung much better now that I had no nuts or sac and it wasn't locked down. It just flopped there with the ring dangling off the head of it. I could actually see it because it wasn't attached to my taint currently. Dr. J had said to leave it unhooked until I healed fully.

 

I hadn't figured to lose my nuts today when I got up, but honestly, I hadn't thought about them in ages. It made so little difference to me that if Devish wanted them gone, I was happy to get rid of them. Particularly after he had shown me how painful they could be. When he cut off the first one, I was relieved. When the second was gone, I was ecstatic. The pain relief was almost instant. I thought it might hurt, but it really had been a relief. I did freak out when I shot a load and saw my nuts on the table, but Devish said that was perfectly natural for a fag to shoot a load at that point. I hadn't fantasized about that, but I had been really hard the whole time, so maybe it was normal. What did I know?

 

Devish hammered away at my throat with his cock and also my head with his words.

 

"You were never going to use them Danni. There was no reason to keep them attached to you," he repeated. "It was so hot that you told me to get rid of them."

 

I wasn't sure what he thought I would do if he said he wanted them gone. I always did what he told me he wanted me to do. Plus, it felt like he was trying to destroy them before he even cut them off. I wasn't ever going to tell him no to something like that. He had the right to do it, I was his fiancé. A Man had a right to make certain demands from his wife, I fully understood that. I would never have said no, but Devish was clearly enjoying this post-surgery face fuck and it wasn't like I could argue now either.

 

"Fuck! You are so beautiful Danni. I love your submission to me. I can't wait for you to get to India. You will be gorgeous in a sari," Devish spoke clearly despite his pounding my face in the driver's seat.

 

He continued to force me down on his cock. I moaned little whimpering moans as my throat was massaged. In just a few minutes I felt Devish get harder and then his pulsing cock fire the first of several shots into my tummy.

 

"OOhhhhhhhhh, yessssss. Fuck your throat is tight, baby. Love getting off inside you."

 

Once Devish had calmed down and released my head, I pulled back to breathe. I gasped at the first deep breath I had taken in a few moments. I slurped up his cock and the mess I had created. Daddy Devish looked so happy as I tucked his monster back in his pants and we got ready to head back home. I straightened out my shirt and wiggled back into my seat. Devish handed me the Ball jar that held what used to be part of me. I stared at my little testicles inside the Ball jar. Just looking at them made me think of the pain I was in before Sir cut them off.

 

"I needed to do it, Danni. My female relatives would have found out you were a male if we had left those balls on you. I know you understand," Devish spoke again finally after his orgasm.

 

"Yes, Sir. I understand. It makes sense," I told him. "I know you love me Daddy. You've made me so happy. I have everything I need from you. I don't need them," I told him honestly. My crotch throbbed a little thinking about how much better it felt now that they were gone.

 

"I wanted to keep them in the jar so we can see all you have given to me, baby."

 

"You're so romantic, Daddy. I leaned over and kissed him deeply. I was happy to give him everything I had to give. He deserved to have what he wanted, to give me freedom from those balls. "You were right, Sir. I would never have used them. You showed me that totally. Now, I will be and act more like the sissy boy that you've shown me that I am."

 

"That's right, baby. I knew you would agree with me. It's one less thing for you to worry about. Let's get home and I can check on the job Dr. J. did. Let you rest today," he laid his hand on my knee and rubbed it. I was full of excitement about the future. Our marriage, the trip to India, my new role as wife, omg I was excited! And a little sore.

 

I held the jar and just looked at them. They floated in some kind of preservative. They were like what was; what probably never was. I'd barely used them, ever. I used to jack off, back before I knew myself and what I truly wanted. But once I had realized what I needed, I didn't think about them after I received direction in my life. I thought back to that ridiculous attempt by Stacy to unlock my dick and to take control over me. How embarrassing. No, I didn't need them. Once I was free to explore my submission to men, I hadn't used them. They really had been hidden from the world. Now I was cleaned up, free from them. They just floated there. Crushed before they were removed. The pain had been incredible. I couldn't imagine a worse pain. To be free from that possibility ever again was humbling. Daddy Devish treated me so well.

 

IAN

 

"So, Ian, is this the whole story? I mean, is Tim telling us the full story? He got this girl pregnant? It's really his baby?" Bob asked.

 

After the girls left for shopping Bob had wasted no time in grabbing a couple beers for us and siting down in the family room. I had propped my feet up on the coffee table and he had sat down in a chair facing me. He didn't waste any time in starting a discussion. Seemed he had a lot of questions.

 

"Listen Bob. This wasn't the way I had things planned out. It wasn't my plan to have a kid at this point. At some point I figured I would have some kids, but believe me, this wasn't the way I had planned out my life. The kid is his. We did the full testing. Then after we got the initial news, we went and had more tests run to make sure definitively and to check for any potential problems, you know."

 

"So, Tim really fucked a girl and gave her a baby, wow," he shook his head. "I honestly never figured him for that."

 

"Seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, eh? I mean, isn't that what happened with you and Peg?" I asked back. "Weren't you a little surprised that you could fuck a girl and get her pregnant?"

 

"Well, that was what we planned," he answered. "Well, that was what Peg wanted. A kid. She wanted a kid."

 

"Just like she wants a grandkid now," I made the connection for him. "If you were capable of making a baby, so is Timmy."

 

"Did the girl want to get pregnant?"

 

I smiled. I took a slug of the beer and settled in. I told Bob the story of how I had met Timmy and how Tressa and he had been going at it back at that first party of the year. How Tressa had asked for me and Timmy had been sub enough already in life to leave the pussy in the room and come find me to help him make her happy. I got half hard recalling how Timmy had blushed when he had to ask me to come fuck the girl he had managed to get into bed that night. I slowly covered the parts of the story where Tressa had pleaded to see Timmy and I make out, how Timmy had slowly taken the suggestions that Tressa and I had given him until he was giving me head that night while Tressa watched. I noticed Bob adjusting his pants as I told him the details as I remembered them.

 

"I don't think she wanted to get pregnant really," I explained. "We used condoms. I sure as hell didn't plan to knock her up, and I am pretty damn sure Timmy had no clue anything was going on in that way. I will say that when that girl realized she had a bun in the oven she set her mind on me as the Dad. She couldn't even remember Timmy's name when she and her Dad showed up to confront me a couple months ago."

 

Bob squirmed a little in his chair and adjusted his pants again.

 

"You should have seen the look in his eyes when the clinic lady told us Timmy was the father. He went white as a ghost. I couldn't believe it either. I mean, after that night the only thing Timmy has thought about is cock. Mostly my cock, but cock definitely. He doesn't think about pussy at all."

 

"I'm just still amazed at your generosity, Ian. I mean, you don't have to take on responsibility for this child. It's Tim's, I mean uh Timmy's responsibility. It's his child," Bob told me. I smiled at him.

 

"Bob, I take care of my property. As I've changed this year, from hesitant user of a fag's mouth to enthusiastic owner of a fag I've realized that Timmy is mine. I'm responsible for him. Granted sometimes this causes me pain, but the nice thing is Timmy will endure an equal amount of pain. He's the one who will need to be mother to that child. I'll still get to get up everyday, head to my job, enjoy the company of others, whereas Timmy will be mostly at home. He'll be feeding the baby, changing the baby, cooking for me, cleaning for me. Those are things I can definitely live without. But it will allow me quality time with the kid. I respect Timmy's ability to understand and accept the changes he is going through. He's done very well in accepting that he needs this as much as I do. The baby is only a problem if I allow it to be. I like Timmy and the service he gives me. I wouldn't have chosen to have a kid, but it will work out. It happened for a reason. The same way that Timmy submitted to me. There are reasons. You take what life gives you and you make the best of it. I took Timmy in and I am responsible for him. For the baby too."

 

"That's so enlightened, Ian. I, I really can't thank you enough."

 

"Sure you can, Bob. You know exactly how you can thank me," I smiled as I let him know what I had in mind. "To thank me sincerely you need to get on your knees, look up at me and tell me how thankful you really are."

 

He looked at me. I could tell he was excited. He rubbed his dick again through his pants. If this happened regularly, I would teach him that touching himself in front of me was not allowed. I wasn't interested in him showing me he had a dick. He could fuck other guys if he needed that, but if I was going to be at this home, he would respect me as I decided.

 

"What are you waiting for Bob? From the moment I got here you've been staring at my crotch. The wives are gone. Why don't you do as I just said and get down here on your knees? This won't be an option for you in the future Bob. When I come to visit, you'll accept me as not just Timmy's owner and master, but as your own too."

 

He continued staring at me. I think he was running that statement through his limbic system, thinking through an ancient need in the oldest part of the rationalizing brain. A need he had for submission to a bigger, better male. He could fight it, I am sure he was telling himself somewhere in there, or he could accept my dominance and have a better, safer life. Just as Timmy had accepted. All animals had the ability to submit, most humans just didn't think about it much. Once I realized it, I had used that knowledge to better my life. Bob on his knees would definitely make my life better.

 

"Just realize Bob, that everyone in your family will be better off accepting that I am your leader, your alpha male. I can just as easily take care of you and Peg as I can Timmy. Submission won't hurt either of you. I won't hurt either of you. You know you'll feel better if you give in and let me take care of things when I can."

 

He was close. He wasn't thinking of all of the repercussions. I wasn't thinking of all of them either, but the words spilled from my lips. What could I get from this family? What could I do to assure my future as well as manage their future? I wasn't totally sure, but I knew it started with Bob on his knees, accepting my cock, accepting my power and authority over him. If he submitted, Peg wouldn't be a problem. She was feisty, but she also let Bob have the final say in so many things. The control I exercised danced through Bob's facial expressions.

 

"You want to be here in front of me. I want you here in front of me on your knees. Wouldn't you like that too Bob? Wouldn't you like someday to be in front of me, next to Timmy, both of you sharing my cock, pleasing me in tandem? That would make such a hot picture. Father and son, worshipping the man, the cock, that set them free."

 

Bob let a moan escape his lips. Barely audible, but a significant step for us both to hear his brain think my words through. It was clear he wanted to serve me again. If it happened, I wanted Bob to understand, he'd be on the same level or lower than his son. He'd be less important to me unless he could provide the service level his son was providing. I could really have some fun playing with Bob and Peggy. Watching them place themselves in front of me. Watching them accept me as their Master would completely freak Timmy out, but would be a total turn-on for me. I bet both of them would give in and enjoy it. I bet Timmy would eventually enjoy watching it too.

 

"You know you want to do it Bob. I bet you've thought about my cock, about me, since I last visited, haven't you?" He stared my crotch. My dick was hard and stretching the fabric of my jeans. He couldn't miss seeing it. I couldn't hide my dick in my pants if it was hard. "Come on Bob, tell me what I already know. Let me hear you say how much you've been thinking about me and my cock since my visit."

 

"Uhh... uhhh... I've been thinking a lot about your visit," he finally admitted. His eyes lifted from my crotch to my face, then after he saw me staring at him, his eyes fell to the sofa cushions. "I think about how you fucked me when you were here. I , uhh... I think about how Timmy is your fag. I, I think it's hot."

 

"That's right. It's only natural for a person to admit they think about serving me. I deserve it. I'm glad you can admit that to yourself and me, Bob."

 

"Yes. You're amazing, Ian. I don't fully understand, but I think about it. I think about Timmy and how lucky he is to belong to you. It feels weird to say this about my son, but I'm glad he has found a man to serve. That you have let him serve you. I know he will be safe."

 

I smiled. Bob didn't see it of course. His eyes were focused away from my face. He was staring at anything but my face. His eyes glancing around avoiding eye contact with me.

 

"And you'd like to have that feeling too, wouldn't you Bob. To know that even if it is only an irregular thing, that when I visit, you can serve me too. You think about it, don't you Bob. Making me happy, making me feel good."

 

"Yes! Okay, I have thought about," he said quietly admitting what we both already knew. "I thought about you and your cock."

 

"What else, Bob?" I encouraged him to continue.

 

"I would like to suck your cock again."

 

"It's more than sucking my cock, Bob. You know that, right?"

 

"Yes. It's more. I want to know more about what Timmy feels. What it's like to serve... to serve a man as completely dominant as you are," he finally said.

 

"Yeah, I figured as much Bob. Does Peggy think the same now?"

 

"I, uh, I haven't really asked her. We only talked a little about it. She thinks about you too"

 

"But you have talked enough to realize you both enjoyed my visit last time."

 

"Yes," he whispered.

 

"Yes, what, Bob?"

 

"Yes, Sir?" he said with a question in his voice.

 

"That's right. You can call me Sir. It feels right doesn't it, Bob?"

 

"Yes. Yes, Sir," he said again.

 

Saying it always helps subs. I've learned that. Once they admit it and say it, it feels right to them. Feels right to me of course too, but to them it helps them hear it, helps them to repeat it. It seems to settle them down."

 

"Good fag," I told him. "So, what are you waiting for Bob? Get over here on your knees in front of me. Ask me what you want to ask."

 

Some fags require extensive direction initially. Although Bob had taken my cock, it was a surprise move on my part. Now Bob wanted it again. He would need to ask for more than he had last time. He needed to accept what performing a task for me involved. He moved slowly off the sofa and onto his hands and knees. He crawled, which was a nice touch, over in front of me and looked up.

 

"May I please suck your cock, Sir? I think about it a lot," he asked.

 

"How sweet. You think about my cock. It's more than just my cock, Bob. You do realize that."

 

"Yes, Sir. It's about you. It's about serving you."

 

"Yes, it is Bob. And if you are allowed to suck cock today, you can't go back to not serving me. You'll always be serving me until I decide otherwise, Bob. And Peg will too. Do you think you can make the decision for both of you? Are you willing to turn yourself and your wife over to me? Can you do that?"

 

His glazed look said yes, but he remained silent with his tongue licking his lips. He wanted cock, but I wanted to know more before I turned him loose to have some fun.

 

"Every time I visit from now on Bob, you and Peg will do everything to please me. You will be no different than Timmy in my eyes. Just two more servants whose life revolves around me. When I am not here, you will do everything I tell you to improve yourself, so you are both pleasing to me. Do you think you can handle that?"

 

"I... I can try," he whispered. "I don't know if Peggy will agree. I can't answer for her," he let me know.

 

"I understand that Bob. I know that Peggy has been in charge sometimes, even if she gives in to you. You've already turned over your life to Peggy when you married her. I know that. Think about all that time you've turned over to Peggy. All that time you did what she wanted you to do. Yet you still wanted cock. You need cock. She can't give you that yet, but I can give you that Bob. I can give you what Peggy hasn't let you have. But it won't be hidden Bob. It won't remain a secret like it has in the past. You need cock. Peggy needs cock too. You both are going to submit to me, so I can give you what you both need."

 

"Yesssss," he moaned.

 

I rubbed his head, patting him like a puppy. His eyes never left my face now. He was looking for direction, for leadership in me.

 

"It's not an option Bob. You and Peggy are going to submit. Timmy will always be my main boy, but you and Peggy can have some of my time. Timmy will allow it. We can check with him after you two have agreed. I don't think he'll have a problem knowing his parents serve the same man he does. He might enjoy watching the two of you serve me. Oh, I imagine you'll still be able to fuck Peg and maybe even Timmy, though Timmy might like a crack at your new pussy, once I've broken it in properly, Bob. That would be a special treat for Timmy. If I allow him out of his cage, he might even be able to get hard for it. Or maybe I'll just let him shove his locked clit into your cunt."

 

He moaned again. I moved a couple fingers to his mouth and his lips parted immediately. He sucked my fingers into his maw until I could tickle his tonsils and he gagged slightly. He watched me intently. I just smiled and slid my fingers around in his throat. I really wanted to see everything I was describing to Bob. Watch him as I took his wife and his kid, have Timmy and Bob watch as I take Peggy to a huge orgasm. Have Bob watch as I make him a cuckold, have Peggy reinforce my control of her pussy, while Timmy and Bob make out for us.

 

"With me in charge, you'll be just another cock worshipping fag Bob. I don't care what you think when I'm not around, but when you are in my presence, you will submit everything to me."

 

Yes, Sir," he said while staring into my eyes. "I'll belong to you when you are here. Fuck, you are so hot when you are telling me what I am in your life."

 

"You're a cocksucker, Bob. Just like your wife. You have a cunt for my use, just like Peggy, just like Timmy. A family of cocksuckers, or pleasure servants for me."

 

Fuck I was turning myself on talking to him this way. Fucking hot to imagine Timmy's parents being lower on the food chain than Timmy. Yet, I could see it taking place easily. Watching Timmy adjust to the idea was an incredibly hot image to me. I'd have to see it to fully appreciate it. Watching Peggy take it all in while I fucked her husband was also a hot idea. Or having Bob watch as I brought Peggy to an orgasm he'd never be able to give her as well. Fuck, I needed a blow now to take off the edge of this fantasy.

 

"What do you want, Bob? Tell me."

 

"I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck it, Sir. Please?"

 

"Nope, that isn't what you want, Bob. Well, it isn't all you want, is it?"

 

"I want to be owned by you. I want to worship your cock, to be owned by you and your cock. Please, Sir."

 

"That's better. Get to it then. Open my pants up and get to work, cocksucker."

 

Bob wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. He unzipped my pants, pulled them down and exposed my fully hard cock. It smacked him in the cheek when he yanked down my boxers. He glanced only briefly at it before stuffing the head into his mouth. I could feel his tongue struggling to wrap itself around my meat. Bob's hand went up to the base of my dick, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.

 

"No hands, Bob. If I wanted a hand job, I would have told you to do that. Right now, I want to impale this in your throat. Get to work making that happen, boy."

 

His hands out of the way, Bob began licking my pole like a frozen treat. He wanted it moist before he tried to slide down it fully. I intended to take my time. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I was. If we were lucky, Peggy and Timmy would return while Bob was still going to town on my meat. Extra lucky if I got Peggy in here so I could work on her before Timmy participated.

 

"That's it cocksucker, nice and steady. Get it ready to slide down your throat. No rush, I got all day, so do you, now that you know who you belong to." I grinned at the thought. My cock throbbed at the idea of controlling Timmy and his parents. The further this little fantasy went in my mind, the more likely it was to occur. I could make it happen.

 

Bob went to town on my cock. I teased his mouth and throat to keep him busy and my mind off cumming. I had no interest in shooting a load until Peggy had returned and she could watch her husband beg and plead for it. I also had no interest in letting Bob shoot his load until that time. I smacked his hand away from his dick each and every time he moved it toward his crotch.

 

"No playing with yourself, Bob. It was one of Timmy's first lessons. You will cum when I tell you to cum. You will cum when I am sufficiently pleased with you. No cumming until I have cum, no pleasure for you unless I grant it, boy."

 

"Yes, Sir, thank you Ian, Sir."

 

"You're welcome cocksucker. Maybe I'll let you cum when Peggy gets home. Would you like that?" I asked him. "You want to show Peggy just how much you love my cock? Tell her how much you've dreamed of this dick after my last visit?"

 

"Oh god, yessss," he managed to reply in between taking my dick down his throat.

 

"You are really a slutty boy, Bob. I had no idea how much you liked being degraded. I had my ideas of course, but you really are in a spot. You need my big cock to satisfy your itch to submit. You want it so bad you'll let Peggy see you in this state."

 

"Oh god, yes. She needs to see me," he admitted between slurps on my rod.

 

"That's right. She understands better your need to submit to me when she sees you enjoying this so much."

 

"Yes, yes, its' true. I admit it. I'm a cocksucker."

 

We continued at this game for nearly an hour. I never rushed him, and he seemed to accept he had a lot of work ahead of him to get me to shoot a load. I leaned back and let him suck, lick, nibble, and swallow my dick. There were times he got me close. He wasn't a bad cocksucker, just not as experienced as his son. He'd learn over time, and we both had plenty of that. Finally, I heard noises downstairs. Timmy and Peggy were back. I throbbed and nearly blew my load just thinking of the soon to unfold scene.

 

"They're home Bob. I'm not joking about any of this. Peggy will come up here and you will be outed fully. She'll know everything Bob. She'll see how desperate you can be."

 

"Oh god. I'm such a cocksucker. I've treated her so poorly. She has to know. I can't hide it anymore. I like guys. I like using them and I like getting used."

 

"But right now..."

 

"Right now, I need to serve you," he confessed.

 

"That's right, boy. You need what I have. Peggy does too. You'll see," I tried to reassure him. He might not think so, but I knew her just as well. She'd be fine with his need, as long as she was also getting some of it. She had enjoyed me too much the last time. I knew she had been thinking about my cock probably more than Bob had. Bob had grown used to needing cock, or ass as he had admitted. He had used his son to get a blow, he'd probably do it again if I didn't watch him closely.

 

Bob continued his work on my cock, and we waited. A few more minutes went by before I heard movement on the other side of the door. Then I saw the doorknob turning and Peggy walked in, surprised was an understatement. The look on her face was well worth the hour of sucking Bob put in. I glanced down at him after seeing Peggy's reaction. She quickly shut the door once she realized what was going on.

 

"Bob! You said we wouldn't do this. You said we would talk about this with Ian!"

 

"Bob can't speak right now Peggy. Why don't you sit down here next to me and watch him until his mouth is available to speak," I told her.

 

She looked over at me and blushed a little. It looked good on her. She was an attractive woman, and the pink showed her good side when she did that. Slowly she moved towards me and then sat down. She watched her husband suck cock, probably for the first time. She didn't look over at me, it seemed to embarrass her, but she watched Bob. He was going to town on my dick, slurping and sucking, deep-throating me a couple times. I saw her lick her lips and I knew it was time for me to talk.

 

"See, Peg, Bob really enjoys making me feel good. He enjoys sucking my dick. Just look at him. He can't get enough. Isn't that right, Bob?"

 

"Mmmmmppphh, mmmm,"

 

"Can't even slow down to answer properly," I told her. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about my cock since my last visit, Peg. I know how people get to thinking about me. It drives them crazy. Just look at your husband. You take off for a couple hours and I can't even control him for that long. He drug me up here and got on his knees. What was I supposed to do, deny him his pleasure?"

 

I smiled big thinking about sweet talking her like this. She heard me but didn't look my way. She just watched Bob. He didn't slow down or pause, just a steady job of sucking me, hoping to get my seed out of my nuts and into his mouth.

 

"See how much he enjoys this, Peg? He loves it." I moved my hand over to her leg. She didn't move. I rubbed her thigh with my hand. "Bob is letting you see him when he is most vulnerable, Peg He's not acting like a man right now. He is acting like a woman, isn't he?"

 

"Yes. Yes, it's not very manly," she mumbled.

 

"Nope. You ever seen a man do this? Ever see Bob do this?"

 

"No. never."

 

"He should be eating you out instead, right? A man should suck on your clit and lap at your cunt."

 

"Yes. I've told him that," she whispered softly.

 

"But he likes to do both it seems. Loves cock as much as your pussy. Have you ever seen anyone so in love with cock as this?"

 

She looked at her husband sucking my dick. Bob kept his eyes on my cock, but he did glance up at Peg quickly. She seemed to be studying him, watching his skills at getting his throat on my shaft. She cleared her throat quietly.

 

"Get undressed, Peggy," I spoke clearly so she could understand. "Come on, clothes off."

 

She looked at me and then looked down at Bob. Her hands went to her blouse and began unbuttoning the front. When she had the shirt off, she removed her slacks. She was in a basic bra and panty, nothing spectacular. Her hips were made for fucking I thought as she stood there for a few seconds. She seemed to hesitate, as if she wasn't quite sure she needed to remove anything else.

 

"Don't be afraid, Peggy. I've seen it all before, so has Bob. We know what you look like naked."

 

Peggy blushed slightly again. This was like old home week. She could be comfortable. Bob was her husband and I was the only other man who had fucked her in her recent memory. No need to be shy about it.

 

"Come on, Peggy, relax and let those clothes go. Then sit back down here again. Here, let me help with that bra," I offered.

 

I reached over and she didn't stop me. Maybe she needed more encouragement. She had sucked me well before. I had a feeling she would do it again. She was here, she hadn't run out of the room, she had run in.

 

"There. Isn't that better? Getting that bra off is a good step. Now get those panties off, no need to hide Peggy."

 

She squirmed out of her panties, never standing up, trying to be a little modest I thought. When she sat back down, I moved my hand back over to her thigh. She was warm. A small sigh escaped her lips as I began running my hand over and around her leg. I could see she was already damp when she removed her panties. I moved my hand over her crotch and covered it. Just holding it there, holding the heat in, feeling her radiate warmth. I was going to enjoy getting inside her. She wasn't stopping me in the least, my fingers began wandering around her warmth. Despite her heat she wasn't doing anything herself.

 

"Go on, Peggy. Do what seems natural. It's all good."

 

"He's so gay," she said still looking at her husband. Bob was still licking my nuts or cock, keeping me hard as a rock. I almost laughed but managed to keep it down.

 

"He's just doing what is natural, Peggy. He feels that desire deep inside him. I know you do too." I slid a finger inside her. She offered no resistance. Her vag opened easily and she even moaned a little as I did it.

 

"It's not right. It's not normal for me to watch this. I've never seen him do this," she continued.

 

I began to slide my hand in and around her opening. She was wet. It clearly was turning her on but she felt restrained somehow.

 

"Bob, you need to use your mouth on Peggy," I instructed. "Treat her as well as you've been treating my cock."

 

He stopped immediately and looked up at her for the first time. He licked his lips and crawled forward a little to get in front of her. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart on the edge of the bed. I slid my hand away from Peggy and allowed Bob access to her pussy. He moved forward as she continued to watch him until he placed his lips on her and began to gently lick and nibble at her.

 

"Ohhhh, godddd. Ohhhh, yessss."

 

"That's it you two. Enjoy what your bodies are telling you to enjoy," I told them.

 

I watched as Bob really went to town, encouraged by Peggy's soft moans. She did enjoy sex if she let herself do so. She had never not enjoyed it while I was around. I moved an arm around her shoulder and grasped a breast. I moved my other around front and took ahold of the other. They were still firm, they barely sagged, a nice set for a woman of her age who breast fed my boy years ago.

 

How hot was this? Fucking my fag's parents in their bedroom, while the fag was somewhere else in the house. I was hard and ready for some more action, but I also wanted Peggy as comfortable as possible. It was clear Bob was comfortable. He was doing exactly as I instructed him. He made no move to disagree with my orders so far.

 

"That good, babe?" I asked Peggy. "You like two men taking care of you?" She slowly turned away from watching Bob to looking at me.

 

"Yes. Oh yes. It's good," she sighed.

 

"Good. Now help me feel good too, Peggy." I stood up and my cock pointed straight toward her mouth. "Go on and suck me. Suck me like you saw Bob suck me."

 

"Yes, okay. I can do it." She said quietly.

 

She took my cock in her hand. It was too big for her to wrap her little hand around it. She had tiny hands. Timmy could reach around it, but most girls couldn't do it. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick. Hesitantly at first then more energetically. Then the knob was in her mouth, stretching her lips. She'd never get all of it inside, but I'd have fun trying to get it there. So fucking hot watching Timmy's parents serving me.

 

"That's it, Bob, get her moaning. I want to hear Peggy enjoying this."

 

I stayed as calm as possible. I wanted this to be fun. I might blow a load on her face, but I wanted this to continue for a while. If I were lucky Timmy might here us and walk in. Then that would be truly enjoyable.

 

"Peggy, I want you moaning soon. I know Bob can get you going. I've heard it before. Just give in, let your natural feelings take over. Give in to your desire to be pleased," I explained. "You know my cock feels good in your mouth. Bob knows it too. That's why you both have had it inside you."

 

Bob moaned when I said that. He continued lapping at Peggy.

 

"It's hard to believe that a couple months ago you hadn't had sex with each other in ages. Now you have sex together and are both enjoying it. Why is that Peggy?"

 

She pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. "Because you are so sexy. I can't help it. I want to do this."

 

"That's right. You can't resist it. Neither can your husband, or your son. You're all needing the same thing. You need me. You need good cock; need a good man."

 

I pushed Bob's head off of Peggy. I stood in front of them, my cock stiff and waving in front of their faces.

 

"Now show me that you two can share. You know there's enough for both of you. Share my cock. Make your marriage whole again. I got you two in bed together again, now thank me for doing it. Show some love for the cock that helped you open up to each other."

 

You'd have thought I set a nice juicy steak in front of them. They both dove for a piece of me. Slobbering over my dick. First one of them then the other would slide it in their mouth. Their tongues intertwined. Maybe they had even discussed this before I showed up. They seemed to know what I wanted them to do. A fantasy they had talked about after my last visit. They didn't fight over me, they shared me. Would they act the same if I brought Timmy in?

 

"There's plenty there for both of you. More cock than you'll know what to do with," I teased.

 

Peggy ran her hand down to her pussy and I watched as she slid a couple fingers inside herself. I allowed her to do that. I didn't mind a girl finger fucking herself. It just showed me what she really wanted. If Timmy did that I'd be okay too. Just no touching that dick if it was a guy. They could finger fuck themselves too, let me know what was important to them. The dick was not going to be it. I kept an eye on Bob and his hand didn't go down to his cock.

 

"Who wants to get fucked?" I asked. "You need to let me know what you need. I want to hear it."

 

"Me. Please fuck me," Peggy gasped as she took her mouth off my meat. Bob's mouth slid back over my cock as she began to beg. "I want it Ian. Please! I wanted it as soon as you left last time. I'm terrible. I shouldn't want your cock so much. I love Bob's cock, but your cock is so much bigger. I feel like more of a woman when your big cock is inside me."

 

"Hear that Bob? Your wife needs my cock. Yours can't compare it sounds like. Are you going to let me fuck her? Here? Now? While you watch?"

 

I wanted to hear Bob ask me to fuck Peggy. I wanted him to give her to me this time. I wanted Peggy to know Bob had given up her pussy to me. He stopped going down on me to answer me. Peggy in turn took my cock in her mouth while Bob spoke. He looked up at me from his knees. His eyes were watering from gagging on me. He had throat slime around his lips and running down his chine. He wiped it off with the back of his hand then glanced at Peggy as she took her turn on my cock.

 

"Yes, please fuck her. She needs it. She talks about nothing else except your cock since you were here. She lets me fuck her, but she talks about you," he spit it all out.

 

"Nice to know I made an impression, Bob. What's that make you feel like? Your wife begging for another man's dick?"

 

"It's for the best. I know I failed her somehow. I don't have a cock like yours, Ian, I can't make up for what I did over the years. I want her to know what a big cock feels like."

 

Bob looked humiliated. After he stopped talking his head hung down and he wasn't watching Peggy gorge herself on my cock and he wasn't looking up at me.

 

"I can see your point, Bob. So, what you are telling us is that you want me to fuck, Peggy. Do I have that right?"

 

He looked over at Peggy but didn't look at me. Peggy looked at Bob. How sweet, a couple in silent communication.

 

"Peggy, I think Bob deserves an answer. He told me to fuck you. How do you feel about it?"

 

"I'm embarrassed. I don't talk about this stuff much, let alone with another man around. I love you Bob, but I want Ian's bigger cock. I want to feel it again."

 

"See, that wasn't so bad. You're talking about it now. Bob, tell Peggy what you are thinking."

 

"I, uhm, I want to see Ian fuck you. I know that isn't right, it isn't well, usual, but I know you want to honey, and I like watching you be happy," Bob told her. He even looked directly at her while he said it.

 

"Go on, kiss him Peggy. He's giving you up. Giving you a chance to go for what you want," I explained. Peggy reached her hands out to Bob and put them on his face. They really looked at each other. You could tell they loved each other. I was there to see it happen, to lead them down a path of service to me. They might not get all of it, all of what I would eventually do to them, for them, but it was a start. An agreed upon start. Each of them wanted me to fuck Peggy. They kissed very intimately. Bob wrapped his arms around Peggy and they just kissed for awhile.

 

"Okay, okay, enough of that," I told them. "Now Peggy, get on the bed. I want to do just what you two want. I am going to fuck you. You asked for it, and so did Bob. I'm going to enjoy this and so will the two of you. Spread your legs and open up for me. I'm big, so you know it will take some time to get inside you. Bob, you know Peggy deserves this, you said so yourself. I want you to take hold of my cock and place it at her opening. I want you to guide my dick inside her. I want you both to understand that this is your desire for each other."

 

"Oh fuck," Peggy moaned. Bob just nodded his agreement.

 

"Here Peggy. I want you to have Ian's cock. I want him to fuck you good. I want to see you enjoy his dick," Bob told her as he lined my dick up to her pussy.

 

"Go on, Bob, push it inside her. Give her a cock she can feel," I planted in his brain. He might entertain her, but I would make her scream.

 

Bob's hand wrapped around my cock again. He pulled me toward Peggy's opening. I slowly entered her pussy and Bob began to push on my back to continue the process of giving his wife to me. I had taken them both before, but to have him give her to me was hot. Peggy moaned, low at first, then building in intensity as my cock slowly sank inside her. She was wet, already expecting my fuck. I was totally in heaven, fucking Timmy's mom again. Who needed a girlfriend when your fag comes with parents who put out as easily as he does? Peggy was moaning nicely, she was enjoying it.

 

"Talk to us Peggy, tell us what it feels like. Bob wants to know how good it feels."

 

"Oh god. I can't do that. Too embarrassing," she mumbled, looking between me and Bob.

 

"Come on Peggy, Bob wants to hear about it. Talk to us."

 

I moved a hand up to her throat and held it, firmly but gently. I wanted her to realize I wasn't kidding. I wanted her to talk. Bob muttered something about how hot I was. I glanced over at him and he was staring at everything going on. His dick was hard and pointing straight out from him. He wasn't touching it, but it was just pointing and bouncing. Peggy's hands wrapped around my arm as I held her neck.

 

"Oh god, it feels so good," she whispered. "So big. Filling me up."

 

I couldn't get it all inside her. She just wasn't that big, wasn't able to handle it all. I used what she could take though.

 

"Bob, get down there between my legs. Get to work licking at her clit."

 

Bob wasted no time in crawling around me, until he could easily lick at Peg's clit. She gasped as he started in on it, gently licking at her as I picked up my pace and was long dicking her. She must be in heaven.

 

"Come on Bob, you have enough time down there to lick my cock too. It's right there, going in and out of your wife. G on and lick it for me, for her. She needs to see how much you appreciate me fucking her."

 

"Yesss," he hissed. "So amazing you are fucking my wife, Ian. Thank you so much for taking care of her needs," he said. Peggy moaned extra loud as he spoke. Then he went back to her little nub. I wondered if Timmy would respond to having his clit licked after a couple more months of being locked up. His dick sure seemed small when he was locked. Would it get as small as her clit? Would it still try to get hard? How long did it take to shrink a dick and make it useless? I went back to fucking and stopped wondering, her pussy felt so good. I was tripping on the whole family fuck.

 

"Look at that Peggy," she opened her eyes. "Look at Bob lapping at my cock. You ever think you'd see that? See Bob humiliate himself this way? All to get a little taste of my dick?" Bob blushed a little but didn't stop licking my dick or her clit, taking turns to please us both.

 

"Oh god, he's licking your cock. He's so gay," she mumbled.

 

"He's a cuckold now Peggy. He lets you get fucked by another man while he has to watch. You know it isn't the last time. You'll always want my cock over his, when you have the chance for it."

 

"Yes! Oh damn, Ian, I want it. So wrong, but it feels so good," she moaned out.

 

"It's completely right, Peggy. Bob wants you to feel my cock. Don't you Bob?"

 

"Yes, I want her to enjoy it," Bob agreed.

 

We fucked. That's all that is really important to know. We fucked. As a couple and a stud. I was Peggy's bull and she rode me well. She was much more athletic in bed than I had imagined possible. She seemed to be ready for all manner of positions. And Bob? Well he was ready too. Bob needed a bull to ride Peggy. He couldn't do it with me around, she wouldn't allow me to be nearby and not giving her some of my dick. Bob kept reassuring her that it was all good and I kept telling them both that they belonged to me now, just like their son did. As I built to a climax, so did Peggy. Her moans were loud and full of need, full of desire. I made her mine.

 

"I'm going to feed you a load Peggy, I'm going to breed you, no condom, no protection."

 

"Yes, yes, Ian. Give it to me. Please give it to me."

 

"Knock you up, get this old womb reactivated. You'd like that I bet."

 

"Yesssss, oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh," she started shuddering and quivering. Bob had been licking at her non-stop and I was dicking her pretty deep. She clamped down hard and I could feel my load building in my nuts, travelling up my shaft and into to pussy.

 

"AAHHHHHHHHH, FUCK YEAHHHHHH. TAKE IT!!!! UGH ugh ugh, damn, your cunt is hot," I admitted aloud.

 

Peggy just quivered and moaned. Her fingers dug into my back and she held on tight. Bob's face got covered in my cum and Peggy's wetness. I was a bit tired from the workout. I collapsed on top of Peggy, trapping Bob's head between the two of us. He made only small noises of complaint as I lay there gathering up my energy. Slowly I pulled myself off her when she finished shaking. I pulled my cock out and my load dribbled out of her a little. Not much, she closed her pussy tightly as I slid out. Bob was right there so I pointed my cock at his face.

 

"Clean it off, cuck," I ordered. Bob moved quickly to slurp on my dick. "Look at the cuckold, Peggy. He wants to suck me now that I finished fucking you. Can you think of anything more funny than a husband who is left to clean up after the man who fucked his wife?"

 

Peggy watched as Bob expertly slid down my pole. I didn't even need to push him down all the way, he just slid it into his throat and I sighed. He really was enjoying his new role. I was going to fuck him next, let Peggy watch me do it.

 

"Get up on the bed Bob, legs up in the air. You're next. You won't be fucking Peggy anytime I'm around. In fact, you'll be lucky if she lets you fuck her at all."

 

"Yes, Sir. I understand," he said quietly. "You are in control now."

 

"Ohhhhh," Peggy moaned quietly. Her hand slid down her body to land right at her pussy. She slid a couple fingers into her cunt and felt what I had done to her. I had opened up her cockslot and left behind my calling cards.

 

"That's right, Peggy. I gave you what you wanted. Now Bob wants the same thing."

 

"Yes, please. Fuck me too," he mumbled. He lay on his back and raised his legs. He turned his head to face Peggy. They looked at each other and began to kiss. Very intimate, I thought. How sweet. A newly conquered couple enjoying their time together. I fingered Bob's hole with some of my load from Peggy. Her cunt was a mess. I aimed my cock at Bob and began to push in. he moaned loudly but said or did nothing to stop me.

 

"Oh god. You're so huge," he managed to moan out. "I forgot how big."

 

"You can do it honey," Peggy encouraged him.

 

"That's right, Bob. You can do it," I added. "You've had it before. Pretty soon your pussy will look as used as Peggy's."

 

"Ohhhhhm godddddd, yessss. I have a pussy too," he sighed.

 

"Give it to him, Ian," Peggy encouraged me.

 

"Why Mrs. Holder, you seem to like the idea of your husband getting fucked. You seem to have changed your thoughts about this since my last visit."

 

Peggy blushed brightly. I pushed in the rest of the way until my nuts bounced on Bob's ass. I started in fucking him and he let loose with moaning. I don't think he could have been any louder if he tried.

 

"Oohh god, so big. Uunngghh, mmmppphhh."

 

"All of it fits inside of him!" Peggy said with amazement in her voice. "Wow, that's amazing."

 

That was when there was a knock at the bedroom door. It could only be Timmy. Bob looked quickly to the door and and got a frightened look on his face. Peggy also got a look on her face that said fear.

 

"Don't say anything," Bob whispered. "I can't let him see me this way.

 

Peggy tried to sit up and reach for some clothing. I pushed her back down on the bed. Nothing rough, just gave her a push. She wasn't expecting it and she lay back quickly with my shove.

 

"Come in," I said loudly.

 

I turned to face the door as I continued to plow into Bob's ass. Timmy stepped into the room and his face was white. He didn't seem to comprehend.

 

"Mom! You're naked! Holy... Dad! What's going on??"

 

"Come in Timmy," I said in a normal voice. "Sit down over here on the bed."

 

"Ian. What are you doing?"

 

"Well, Timmy, I think it's pretty clear what I'm doing. I'm fucking your dad. Go on Bob, tell him what I'm doing."

 

Bob just looked stupidly at me. Then he moaned; loudly when I drove my cock deep. Peggy too had a dumb look on her face. As if they hadn't thought about this happening. Did they think they would be so quiet that Timmy wouldn't hear us. After several seconds of silence except the sounds of cock sliding in and out of a pussy, Bob spoke.

 

"He's giving us the same thing he gives you, Tim. We needed it."

 

"Oh, honey," Peggy started next. "Ian has this beautiful cock, he's so sexy, and I couldn't help it."

 

"Mom?!? You let him do this? And you're watching it?"

 

"I begged him to fuck me, Tim. It was so amazing last time. I wanted to watch your Dad be happy. Look how he's enjoying it."

 

Bob moaned in agreement. His hands moved up to my pecs and he ran his hands over me.

 

"Come here Timmy," I ordered. "Get down on your knees."

 

Timmy stepped closer. Slowly, then finally the last few steps. He looked at me fucking Bob, he glanced over at Peggy briefly. He was a blushing a bit.

 

"Timmy, you are the only one in clothes. I want you to take them off, now." He didn't move and I spoke again. "Didn't you hear me, Timmy? I said strip. NOW!"

 

"Yes, Sir," he agreed finally.

 

Timmy stood in place removing his clothes until his socks and panties were left. He paused then pulled them off too. His cage popped out and bounced a little. He stood there a little embarrassed. I could tell. His hands went down to his crotch and covered his cage up. As if his folks didn't know he was locked.

 

"Timmy, kneel in front of your mother. Do it!"

 

"Sir... "

 

"No arguing, boy. Do what I tell you to do."

 

Timmy stood a few more seconds then lowered himself to his knees in front of Peggy. He was between her spread legs. Her pussy was in front of him, my load leaking out of it. Peggy moved her hands as if to cover herself.

 

"Both of you, remove your hands from your crotches. Now! DO it!!" I didn't want any more embarrassment from the family. I wanted them to see each other naked, uncovered, available to me and the world. Fuck, I liked how they all fell in line to my directions. Timmy was trying his best not to look at Peggy who was immediately in front of him. She didn't want to be seen either. They both were watching Bob get fucked.

 

"Do you like what you see," I asked them both. "You like watching Bob take it up the ass? "

 

"Yes, Ian," Peggy replied. Timmy just continued kneeling, watching but not speaking.

 

"I'm asking you too, Timmy. You like to see your Dad getting cunted?" Bob moaned as I spoke. "Answer me, boy." Several seconds passed again. I reached over and smacked the back of Timmy's head.

 

"Sorry, Sir. I... it's just not something I ever imagined seeing. I don't think sons think about seeing their Dad get fucked. At least not by the same guy that is fucking them. It's confusing."

 

"What's confusing, boy? That I can have the same power over your parents as I have over you?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Adjust, boy. It's only natural and normal that a submissive boy like you is born from submissive parents. As much as they tried to instill a sense of control to you over your own life, it didn't overcome the natural desire to submit to a man greater than you. They passed that need down to you." Bob moaned as I outlined my thoughts on the situation to Timmy. "It's only natural that now they realize this fact, they want to serve that same man you chose. You overcame their weak guidance and teaching. It wasn't something that would fit onto your personality, your natural way of being, which is in submission, not in control. When they saw how freeing it was for you to give in, submit, and serve me, well it only makes sense that they want to experience the same thing, boy."

 

"Oh god," Peggy moaned. Her hand had moved back down to her cunt and she had started rubbing her clit again.

 

"Do you see that Timmy? As I spoke about your mother's truth, she automatically reaches for her box, just like you used to do. Hear her moaning as I described how she passed her submissiveness on to you?"

 

I placed my hand over Peggy's and removed it from her crotch.

 

"Don't touch that again, Peggy. I've already given you direction on that for the moment. Leave it uncovered, untouched right now. Timmy needs to see what I did to you, what I will do for you." She moaned and moved her hand away. "Your dad is the same way, Timmy. He might be bisexual, but that has nothing to do with a need to submit to a person stronger, better, more self-confidant than he is. Submission is not dependent on orientation or desire, it is only dependent on finding the right person to submit to. You and your parents need to submit. It is inborn. They know that now. You already knew it.

 

Bob's back arched off the bed. He moaned loudly and shot a load from his dick. It was automatic. I was speaking and he was getting off on the truth being spoken. His cunt grabbed onto my dick hard and squeezed. All his muscles tensed as he let loose.

 

"Look at the that Timmy. Your Dad can't help himself. Just hearing me speak the truth sent him over the edge. Fucking blowing a load all over himself while I'm in control, fucking his pussy good and hard."

 

Timmy watched amazed. He kept glancing up to my face and watching his Dad jizz all over himself. I knew immediately what he wanted, whether he spoke it or not. He wanted to taste that load. He'd eaten his Dad's cum before, so naturally he wanted it again. It wasn't going to happen that way though. I had other plans for Timmy's tongue.

 

"You want to taste some cum, boy?" I asked. "You want to taste a load?"

 

Timmy glanced from his Mom's face to mine. He looked quickly to his Dad's too, but Bob's eyes were screwed shut enjoying his orgasm.

 

"Yes, Sir" finally emerged from his lips. "Yes, I want some cum," he admitted.

 

"Get to work on your Mother then, Timmy. I came inside her already. Get down there and eat up the cum leaking out of her pussy, use that tongue to get that creampie clean, boy."

 

I almost laughed. The look on Timmy's face was amazing. He scrunched it all up in this look that said nasty all over it.

 

"Sir! I can't do that. That's my Mom!!"

 

"Ian, Tim doesn't need to do that," Peggy quickly added.

 

"Peggy, mind your own business. Timmy is mine, I will tell him what he does and doesn't need to do. He doesn't need to clean up Bob's load. He does need to clean up mine. He knows it. It's all about my cock, my cum. Timmy needs it these days."

 

Timmy licked his lips at the mere mention of my cum. He indeed wanted it, but he couldn't rationalize going down on Peggy.

 

"But I'm his mother!" she said sharply.

 

"Both of you be quiet," I told them. "Timmy, have you already eaten your Dad's cum before?" Sheepishly he responded yes. "So, you gave your Dad head, but you won't do the same for your Mother? What kind of service is that to your parents Timmy? To provide your mouth to your Dad, but not your Mom?"

 

"Tim? Did you blow your Dad? Is that true?" Peggy asked. "Bob! Did Tim give you a blow job?"

 

She was not pleased it seemed. Peggy thought about getting up in anger at this revelation. One look at her and she relaxed back onto her elbows on the bed.

 

"Yes, Mom," Timmy answered finally. I... I blew Dad the last time I was home. While we were out shopping for a present for you. While Ian was here fucking you."

 

It's true Peg," Bob added as I slowed my fuck, letting him speak. "It just seemed right. Tim just told me he was a faggot, and I'm a man, more man than him. He needs cock, and I gave it to him. I, I took the use of his mouth."

 

"Look who's the faggot now," I added quickly. "Seems like you and Tim are on about the same level now, Bob."

 

"Yes, Sir," he answered quickly.

 

"Timmy, I want you to clean up the mess I left in Peggy. DO IT NOW!"

 

Timmy looked at Peg. She lay back on the bed, not saying anything. She was ready for it. Timmy glanced between my eyes, and Peggy's. She wasn't looking at him, but my eyes told him he damn well better eat her out and start soon. He sighed. He had no ability to tell me no. He leaned in toward Peggy's pussy and stuck out his tongue. He was making a face still that looked like this was going to kill him. I smiled. IT would make it all even up. Each parent would know their son as a desperate fag. One motivated by cum. One that does as he is told. Peggy moaned as Timmy took his first taste of his mom.

 

"That's it boy. Get in there and show your mother just how much you need my cum. You'll do whatever is necessary to get more, won't you?"

 

"Yes, Sir," he responded before taking another lick.

 

"Oh, Tim, it feels good," Peggy moaned.

 

Tim seemed to take a hint at his mom's encouragement. He lapped at her pussy hungrily. He had done this with women before, just not on his mom.

 

"See boy? The last time you were down there, you were entering the world. It's only right after sucking off your Dad that you eat out your Mom. That is the body that birthed you. Show her the proper respect."

 

Peggy moaned. She said nothing else. Just moaned, enjoying her post orgasm clean-up. Timmy continued to lap long after he had eaten my load from her. His tongue was deep inside Peggy. And then he would move up and work on and around her clit, flicking his tongue at it.

 

"Now, that's what I call a family loving each other. Come on Timmy, let's hear how much you love it. Turns me on to see you making your Mom feel so good. Look at her, she's really enjoying this. First good sex she's had in ages. I'm not knocking your skills Bob, but Peg has been a little tight about things. She's loosening up a little. Get your going Timmy, I want to hear Peggy moan, don't you?"

 

"Yeth, Thir," he replied automatically by now.

 

"You hear that lisp Bob? Your boy is my fag and does as I tell him. Turns you on doesn't it? Knowing I took your boy and taught him more in a few months about his own life than you had in years."

 

"Uuuuggghhh, you've changed everything," he moaned.

 

I continued to fuck Bob as I watched Timmy doing his mother. So hot! I had the whole family in an orgy. Why hadn't I realized that sex was just sex in my high school years? I could have really had some fun with some people back home if I had been more creative and less restrained. People wanted, fuck, they needed what I had and I had missed out on some opportunities then. Shit no sense looking back now. At least I wasn't Bob and Peggy and waiting 30 years for the chance to let go. TO give in to desires.

 

I shook my head and realized Bob was playing with himself. I smacked his hand away from his dick. Guys did not play with their dicks in front of me. It was too much self-pleasure. A man needed to give me his full attention or it was nowhere as pleasurable for them. Timmy had shown me that.

 

"You can play with that on your own time Bob. You see what happened to Timmy when he played with his too much." Bob moaned and glanced over at his son, locked cock bouncing around as he ate out Peggy. "See, Timmy paid too much attention to his own dick at times. I had to lock it up. Oh, he was pretty good about not touching it most days, but I just needed to make it as clear as possible that he didn't need to play with it in our relationship."

Peggy moaned. That was good. I wanted them to all pay attention to me, to listen to my words.

 

"Now Timmy knows that in sex it is about pleasure for the other person. In giving pleasure to others, Timmy receives pleasure. He really is a good boy. He loves pleasing me and whomever I let him please. That is his biggest orgasm. When he pleases someone else."

 

Timmy moaned. "Yesss." He continued to pay attention to his Mom. Her hands had moved to her nipples. She was slowly working her fingers around her nipples, touching herself lightly, then flicking at them with her fingers. Timmy licked, nibbled, and sucked on his mom. I pounded Bob's pussy well. Soon the parents were moaning in sync.

 

"That's it, Timmy, work her clit. Bring her to orgasm. Do it." I picked up my pace on Bob's ass. I was holding his hands together to keep them off his dick. I didn't ant him thinking about it. He would cum hands free. "Feel that cock, Bob. It's so much bigger than your own. You can't even imagine the feeling of fucking I get, your dick is no comparison. Its why Peg wants a bull to fuck her, so she can really feel what's inside her."

 

Both of them moaned again. Peggy's head was beginning to wobble. She would be shaking it back and forth soon enough. I could tell she was heading to the big O from listening to me and what her son was doing to her. Timmy must be doing a good job of bringing her to the edge.

 

"That's it Timmy, keep at it. Bet you're horny too. Knowing you can get your Mom off as well as your Dad. It's about making Peggy feel good, about her need. But that is what gets you off isn't it Timmy, knowing you can bring someone pleasure. Isn't it, boy?"

 

Timmy moaned in agreement. It was good, he was enjoying this as much as I was enjoying it. I'd bring him off here real soon. All he needed was for me to talk him through it. He loved hearing the sound of my voice, loved the encouragement of my words. I'd talked him through orgasms before and I wanted to do it again. Having a fag experience an orgasm to a particular task or situation really seemed to implant that pleasure. Timmy would have no problems getting off on whatever I had him doing if he could hear me encouraging him. Even eating his Mom out.

 

"Feel that Timmy? Feel your nuts tightening? You want to cum don't you? You get off on my voice, don't you? You know you do. It gets you so hot doing what I tell you to do."

 

"Yessss Ssssir," he hissed as he flicked his tongue over Peg's clit. She moaned and rolled her head, arching her back up as Timmy used his lips on her vag, getting any left behind seed of mine that he could extract.

 

"Peggy is going to cum soon, Timmy. You can't cum until Peggy does. Work on it boy, then I will allow you to cum too." He moaned loudly while his lips were suckling on her. That only caused Peggy to moan louder. "No one cums until Peggy cums" I announced. It got them all moaning.

 

Soon enough Peggy was squirming and moaning. All from Timmy's mouth working on her pussy. She was working her own nipples and had moved beyond just rubbing them to pinching and twisting them. She was in this state of near constant moaning.

 

"Ohhh, god. Its soooo good" she moaned. "I, I'm almost there, baby, just keep doing that. Ooohhhhhhh, goddddd."

 

"That's it Timmy. Get her going. Work that pussy," I encouraged him.

 

"Ohhhh, god, soooo worng. It's so wrong," she moaned but kept playing with her nipples.

 

"It's all good, Peggy," I repeated to her. "Timmy is just doing what he is good at."

 

Her breasts began shaking, her hands started trembling, she was close. Her moaning only increased in volume as Timmy continued working her pussy.

 

"Oh, fuck," Bob muttered. "She's so close. She's really enjoying it."

 

I grinned down at Bob. He was impaled fully on my cock and I was enjoying making his hole my pussy. A few more of these visits to the in-laws and Bob would have as big a cunt as his son, I thought. I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed it back in. He grunted but his face said all I needed to know, he was enjoying this.

 

"You're enjoying it all too, aren't you boy."

 

"Uhhh, fuck, uhhh, yes, Sir."

 

Bob's dick was hard as a rock. He held his legs at the knees and kept them spread as I demonstrated to his family his need to get fucked. He moaned low and steady. His dick jumped on occasion as I plowed his underused pussy. He was beginning to leak. It wouldn't be long before Bob's prostate betrayed him and he ejaculated.

 

"I already told you Bob, no cumming until Peggy does. Don't you DARE empty your old nuts until I allow it."

 

"Ohhh, goddd. I'm trying. I'm trying not to cum."

 

Peggy had Timmy's head in her hands. She was rolling his face all over her snatch. She was moaning and Timmy was too. Within a few seconds there was no stopping the Holders. They all reached climax. As instructed Peggy was first, grinding her box into Timmy's face, blasting him with her warm juices that he continued to lap. Nice to see Peggy releasing some pent up emotions.

 

"Come now, Timmy!" I ordered. Timmy's head came up off his mom's pussy and he looked at me. I repeated myself as he stared at me and then he shuddered, letting out a gasp and a sigh. His eyelids fluttered before closing. I couldn't see his locked dick, but from his reactions he had done exactly as I told him to do. Fucking hot knowing my faggot would cum on my orders. I returned my attention to Bob. I increased my speed and depth in the fuck I was throwing at him. His moaning became louder, more insistent.

 

"Better hold it, boy, I haven't finished yet. You don't want to shoot too early. I warned you that you only cum when everyone else has finished."

 

"Oh god, yes, I'm trying," he mumbled between gasps as I plugged his growing cunt.

 

I could feel the pleasure overcoming me. That feeling of success and release. I don't know how else to explain it. I had the control over three people in the room. They were willing to do things they would never consider doing on their typical day. They had led normal, vanilla lives for 20 some years and now they were doing whatever I told them to do, so they could get my cock, get me, to tell them how to run their lives. I gave them permission to have pleasure they didn't know, and they all wanted to be my servants, my fuck toys.

 

"AAARRGGHHHHH," I roared. "Fucking dumping my seed in your cunt, Bob. Breeding you again."

 

I was banging my nuts up against his ass cheeks, placing my load as far up his hole as I could reach, further than anyone else had made it up inside this pussy. I wondered how many times Bob had been plowed while he was married. I'd have to ask him sometime, sometime when Peggy was paying attention and would accept his need to be treated like a toy. I was wondering if she could use a strap-on to do the same to him.

 

"Ahhh, fuck, Bob," I groaned. "You're squeezing all my load out. Damn your pussy feels great."

 

I dumped his ass full of my seed. When I had finished blowing my load I grabbed Timmy by the hair.

 

"Here ya go, Timmy. More cum for you. Clean up your Dad's ass. I know you don't want to waste that cum. It's special.

 

I pulled him away from Peg's pussy and shoved his face into his Dad's ass. Timmy really went to town. Lapping at his Dad's hole, eating up my load. When he finished I grabbed his hair again and pulled him over to my cock.

 

"Now, clean me up, baby. I can't go around with your Dad's juices on me the rest of the day. When you get it clean I have a special treat for you."

 

Timmy deep throated my dick immediately. He went up and down a few times until he was satisfied that he had cleaned up everything there.

 

"Good boy. Now, open up. I need to piss," I told him. He glanced over at his Mom and Dad. They had moved next to each other and were stroking each other. Not in any sex way, just touching after getting some good dick. "Come on, Timmy. Do it."

 

He opened up and I let lose with a full stream. Soon Timmy was swallowing while keeping his mouth open enough to keep receiving my piss. Fuck, it was good being me. I don't care what anyone said, having a fagboy around made life worth living. Peg and Bob watched as their son Timmy received everything in my bladder directly from the hose. They said nothing but watched intently. Timmy blushed intensely as he drank. The red of his face was a good sign. He could still be embarrassed about his wants and needs. When I had finished pissing, Timmy licked the last drops from the head of my cock and then thanked me, which caused a further blushing.

 

"You did well, Timmy. You're a good boy. You're going to make a great mom for our baby," I told him.