Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2020 19:37:55 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The Curse of Troy Fletcher - Chapter 4

Chapter 4
The Curse of Troy Fletcher

Includes sucking, cum production, machine milking, domination and
humiliation... Average reading time: 20 minutes.

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Life quickly settled into a horrific pattern for Troy. Owen was soon fully
ensconced in his father's house and taking full advantage of both his Dad's
money and his Dad's arse. Even though they'd worked out that Owen only
needed to fuck and cum inside his father twice a week to keep his PA at a
reasonable size, often Owen would fuck his father daily. Sometimes more.

It all seemed like a big joke to Owen, but that was quite the opposite of
what Troy was feeling. No matter how many times Troy tried to teach his
jock son better ways - the better ways he'd learnt as he matured as an
adult - Owen resolutely stayed a jock fuck boy. Revelled in it to be honest.

The donkey punch of the first fuck set the pace. There seemed to be no
humiliation or degradation that Owen wasn't prepared to inflict on his
father, and no language or lesson from Troy changed Owen's behaviour. It
didn't help that Troy's body constantly gave him away. His dick - usually
so dependable - betrayed him each and every time Owen came near. Troy felt
he was being transformed - he'd be his normal self and tortured at what the
curse was doing to his life - but as soon as Owen wanted his arse he became
a dog in heat. It was obscene.

Troy protestations of not wanting to be fucked fell on totally deaf ears.
After all, had Troy listened when his youthful conquests had protested back
when he was a fuck brute? Of course not! Troy's deep experience as a top
didn't help him either. In fact, it put him at a distinct disadvantage.
After a lifetime of fucking countless bottoms, he knew exactly how to be
the perfect fuck. He may have only felt it from the other side, but his
experience taught him what would give Owen the most pleasure and when. He
simply couldn't help it. He knew how to move his arse cheeks just so, how
to push back on a man's dick and to ripple his ring in perfect sync with
Owen...

In addition, he was kept permanently and intolerably horny by his new cock
cage. It meant that he couldn't take his frustrations out on the local
talent. No, all of his sexual energy went into being Owen's bitch.

The rest of the time was spent raising his `real' son Joel and trying not
to think about the rest of the curse. He couldn't help obsessing about it
though and the mental anguish was extreme. Both the guilt at enjoying being
fucked by Owen and his metalled dick, but also that there were still 9 sons
to go...

Owen and Troy knew the curse growing was inevitable yet both wanted to get
some control on the situation, just for very different reasons. Troy as he
was paranoid as to how Maggie's curse was going to affect his life next,
Owen because he wanted to keep his new Daddy hole just for himself.

In the end they slyly contacted the sperm bank of Troy's College years.
Tough as it was, Troy managed to pull in favours from Dr Harris (who had
done so much to introduce Troy to freaky porn and deviant sexual practices
in the first place) and secretly procure his records. It turned out that
Troy had fathered 17 kids from Dr Harris's clinic. They knew that Owen had
been the first born and the first to be affected by the curse. Maybe it was
as simple as finding the 10th son to see who was next? His name was Peter
Miller, and his 21st birthday was rapidly approaching. As the date arrived
Owen became more and more angry.

"No way I'm sharing your hole with other guys, this is my Daddy hole" he
kept on saying as he bred his father again and again. Though clenched teeth
Troy said that Owen might may not have a choice. "That's bullshit! You're
the one in control, bitch!" the top growled.

They waited until a couple of days after Peter's birthday. This time it was
Owen who had done the research. He had tracked Peter down to a prestigious
North East university. He was obviously a clever guy - a geek in fact. Some
super smart bio engineering course... must have inherited those genes from
his mother thought Owen.

Owen had been pretty savvy, and had even managed to find Peter's Grindr
account. From his profile it was clear that he'd inherited Troy's gym-fit
frame, although Peter was way more smooth. Owen was also delighted to see
that Peter was a total bottom...

Given Owen's own jock body and swinging cock he had no problems catching
Peter's attention and starting a conversation. Soon he found out that Peter
was deep in his Master's exams (this term: designing supplements for growth
and enhanced performance) and was just coming out the other side, desperate
for a shag. Owen was sure he could oblige. Or at least, Troy could.

Owen lured Peter to a motel room where he was waiting with Troy. In the end
it was easy - he'd been chatting to Peter for a while and a final money
shot of Owen's thick body and girthy cock (with his piercing in a more
`regular' size) was the perfect temptation to a sex-starved bottom who
liked sucking dick.

Peter arrived and knocked on the door. Owen took one last look at his
father - "remember, take my lead bitch" - and moved to let Peter in.
Despite his cocky attitude he was still deeply anxious that he would have
to share Troy with this other son. Still, Peter being a bottom and his love
of dick seemed to be a good sign.

Owen opened the door. In front of him stood a vision of sexual persuasion,
hell, if Owen wasn't so obsessed about his Dad's arse then he would have
taken Peter's in a heartbeat. Peter was a compact 5' 9" with a tight body
that showed many hours of work in the gym. His body was broad and shapely,
but that wasn't what drew Owen's eye. It was Pete's overly tight shorts.
They certainly showed off the boy's gorgeous bubble butt off but it was
Peter's groin that really caught Owen's eye. Ever watchful of the
competition, Owen couldn't help but notice it was surprisingly big.
Strange. Peter hadn't said he was packing. Maybe this was the curse showing
itself. Fuck! They were no way he was letting that dick near Troy!

Peter didn't realise it but his eager face quickly grew wary. Sure, here
was the hot jock fuck bud he'd been expecting, but who was the older guy
sitting on the bed behind him, his face in his hands? Peter became
uncomfortable and tried to back away. Owen stopped him though, saying he
had some important news...

Owen was a bit of a bastard and came straight out with it, even whilst
Peter was still standing on the door stop. "You know the man you think is
your Dad isn't your real father, right?"

Peter didn't know what to think. He shook his head in mild disbelief. What
the fuck? It was too much for him to take on board.

"Well, this is going to come as a real shock then. This man... he's your real
father" said Owen, gesturing back to Troy. Troy could barely look up to see
his second son. Was he really going to have two guys fucking him from now
on?! Morbid curiosity got the better of him and he glanced in the direction
of the door. His eyes immediately caught Peter's and a shocked moment of
recognition passed between them.

Peter was agog. He couldn't deny that the man sitting at the end of the
motel's bed bore striking similarities to himself. And so did the younger
guy at the door come to think of that.

"Why the fuck would you break that to me on a Grindr date?! Just how fucked
up are you?" cried Peter in disbelief. "And where's your proof?" he said,
slowly reverting to type: cool, calm and analytical.

Owen invited the young man into the room to hear more. He entered warily,
keeping his distance from both Owen and Troy.

Owen was quick to show all the paperwork he'd been able to procure, that -
even with Peter's hesitancy - was incontrovertible proof that the man
sitting on the end of the bed really was his biological father.

Peter shook his head in disbelief as the news sunk in. He tried going on
the attack. "You might be right but you're still fucking sick. You get some
kind of a kick out of a half-brother sucking your dick? You're truly fucked
up!" he shouted.

"No man, you don't understand! He's the one that's fucked up! You see, a
witch cursed him" said Owen. He immediately saw disbelief spread across
Peter's face. "I know, I know... I didn't believe it when I found out either,
but its fact: 10 of his sons are going to have sexual vices that only he is
in control of."

"I don't even know what the fuck that means" replied Peter angrily.

"Tell you what, let me prove it do you. You saw the photo of my dick,
right? My nice PA? Well, look at it now..." said Owen, reaching into his
sweat shorts to unfurl his flaccid cock, weighed down heavily by the
overgrown PA at its tip. He had deliberately not fucked Troy in a couple of
days to help prove his point.

"Bigger right? Much, much bigger! My curse is that if I don't have sex with
the old man my PA grows bigger and bigger. I can't control it. He's the
only one who can."

"Bollocks!" declaimed Peter. "You've simply stretched your piercing since
your profile pic. Don't bullshit me man!" said Peter, shifting
uncomfortably on his feet.

"No, look up close, it's a continuous ring with no seam, see?" said Owen,
gesturing to his dick. "It's permanent, when I got pierced it was much
smaller, but his fucking witch's curse causes it to grow. The longer I go
without sex with him, the bigger it gets..." By now Peter's curiosity had got
the better of him and he was up close to Owen's turgid dick. The sight of
the big cock and glistening metal was making Peter grow uncomfortably
horny, in more ways than one.

It was now that Owen took a massive gamble. "Here, let me prove it to you"
he said. He motioned to Troy. "On your knees bitch, suck me off for your
new son."

Deeply humiliated - both by seeing how hot Peter was and at the new
instruction from his dominating son - he bent down to do the deed. Even
given the last year of Owen fucking him he had rarely sucked him off.
Partially because the piercing was often so big (it was fucking difficult
not to gag with that much metal in your mouth) but mainly because Owen
truly was an arse man. He only got Troy to suck him off when it was truly
humiliating, like going arse to mouth on a particularly raunchy day.

Owen grasped his hardening dick, throwing Peter one last glance to say
`take a good look at the size of my piercing, measure it, gauge it,
remember it...' With that, Owen stuffed his hard cock into Troy's mouth. This
was the gamble. Not just that his Dad would be able to take his giant
piercing and not gag too much, but also that the piercing would go down (a
load swallowed was a load taken, right?). More importantly, Owen hoped that
if Peter saw a cock sucking demonstration then the idea of fucking Trent
wouldn't even cross Peter's mind. He simply couldn't have that.

Owen was determined to put on a good show. He held Troy's head in his
hands, forcing his big pierced dick down his father's gullet. Fuck the
gagging! Every so often Troy had to hurl up massive globs of thick saliva,
almost vomiting the gunk, but Owen knew he was winning. The tight throat
muscles kept on contracting around his dick, bringing him to a head in no
time at all. In minutes he was blowing his load deep inside Troy, and a
look of sweet relief came across his face. Yes, the orgasm felt amazing,
but already he could feel that his piercing was smaller. He could win this
one...

He pulled his cock out, leaving a long and slimy trail connected to his
father's dripping mouth. He turned towards Peter. See? he motioned. There
was no denying that the piercing was smaller, much smaller.

Peter had been standing in shock the entire time. Here was a masculine
young stud - the perfect top - fucking his - and his! - father. And his Dad
was really good at taking it too! Jesus, he had swallowed that load like a
champ. It reminded him of how much he loved cum himself. Maybe they really
were related... But above all, it was undeniable. Owen's PA really had gone
down in size. Maybe there really was a curse?

"See? Now do you believe me?" asked Owen.

"I do" said Peter quietly. "I reckon I do..."

"So... what do you think your curse might be? Any part of you growing? Any
piercings? Anything out of shape?" searched Owen.

Peter shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't belief he was even
considering saying this... "Well, now you mention it... my nuts have felt
fucking weird these last few days. Like I have a serious case of blue
balls. I assumed it was just because I haven't had a chance to wank
recently with all my exams going on. But even then I would swear that my
sack is getting bigger. Surely that can't be..." said Peter quietly.

"Hmm, well maybe old Pops here needs to help you unload? Maybe the old man
needs to empty them for you, maybe that's the only way to keep them at a
decent size?"

Troy stayed silent on the floor. The pain in his knees was overridden by
the thought that maybe they really had found another son! That, regardless
of the horror of Maggie's curse, he was now in a position to help of his
innocent sons out. Surely that had to be a blessing? He looked up at Peter
in hope.

"Why don't we give it a try, eh?" said Owen. He couldn't belief his luck!
If he kept this up then he could keep his Dad's fuckhole for himself, and
give Troy's mouthcunt over to this pussy. Man, wouldn't that be sweet!
"Come over here and blow your son... Dad!"

Peter cried out "No, that's fucking sick! I can't get a blow job from my
own father!"

"Well, your balls are only going to get heavier if you resist. I mean,
looking at your shorts right now, I'd say they're pretty big already. Am I
right? They look as if they could fucking burst out at any minute - how
heavy do you think they're going to be by tomorrow? The day after? In a
week's time? Christ, by then they might be half way down your thighs! The
only way to find out if the curse is true is if the old man sucks you off.
Christ, he's had enough practice, right? You saw him in action!"

Reluctantly, Peter finally agreed. The dynamic of the room was odd. His
`father' was obviously in some kind of servitude relationship with Owen,
and he didn't want to get involved. Trying to keep things in control and
with more confidence than he felt, he pulled his shorts down.

Oof! You could hear the reaction across the room. Each of Peter's balls
were the size of lemons, held in a sack that looked ready to burst. Peter
recoiled in shock too, he hadn't realised they'd got anywhere near so big
and heavy. All he knew was that it was a relief to finally unfree them from
his shorts.

He walked over to his newfound father. Although he was a bottom his dick
started to firm up, it had been days since he'd cum. His cock may have been
slightly smaller than the family average, but it was a good size. Perfect
for sucking in fact.

In moments his father was wolfing him down. It was such an easier cock to
suck than Owen's. No metal that would gag, just a lovely fleshy and
tasteful helmet that filled his mouth beautifully. The long pole tasted
delicious and Peter's tentative actions made life relatively easy for his
father. In fact, Troy ended up being in total control of the blow job, with
Peter crossing his arms behind his back, lost in the moment. It was all so
different from Owen's painful hacksawing motion that It meant Troy really
enjoyed himself and went to town...

Soon Peter could feel his orgasm rising. It shut out the rest of the room
and he didn't see Owen's looking on: it was hot seeing his father suck
another son! Especially as he could see Peter's giant balls rise in their
sack, getting ready to unload!

There! Peter shot deep with a wail of relief!

But was it all for nothing! Peter could tell he had shot a regular load and
not a drop more. Certainly not enough to drain the mammoth balls between
his legs. What the fuck?

"Man alive, I can't believe you talked me into that. Look at my balls, man"
he said, speaking directly to Owen. "Look! If anything they're fucking
bigger!"

"Damn! I was so sure that was going to work" replied Owen plaintively. He
thought deeply for a moment. What did the witch say again? That Troy was
the one in control of the curse. "Wait. What if the amount of cum in his
balls is in control of the amount of cum in yours?" speculated Owen.

"What--?" questioned Peter. He was still standing in front of his father -
who was still on his knees - and his dick was softening in confusion. He
barely registered that his new father's dick was bulging at the turn of
events. Was his new Dad getting off on this? "What do you mean?" asked
Peter.

"Well, maybe you have to suck him off for your balls to go down? If him
swallowing your cum didn't work then it stands to reason, right?" Owen let
the words trickle into the air. We will never know whether Peter fucking
his father - just like Owen - would have made a difference. Only one thing
was on the menu right now.

Peter was no stranger to cocksucking. In fact, it was his favourite sexual
activity: the taste and feel of big cock in his mouth was sexual nirvana to
him. Despite the fucked up circumstances, he wasn't going to hold back. His
`Dad' was a hot muscle bear, and - if Owen's cock was anything to go by -
then he reckoned his Dad had a cock to die for too.

He pulled up his shorts and gestured for his father to get up on his feet
whilst he lowered himself down. He knew what he was doing. Troy stood up
eagerly: this was the first time his dick had been free in months. Owen had
removed his father's cock gage just in case of this kind of eventuality. He
didn't like his Dad being unlocked, but this was a far better option than
Owen having to share Troy's fuckchute.

Troy's dick had already risen to full mast, bountifully producing a thick
stream of nectar as always. Peter couldn't believe his luck - if anything
the dick in front of him was even better than Owen's. Fat. Thick. Girthy.
Juicy. Swollen. The foreskin retracted. Angry. Eager. Ready.

Peter dived in, the thought of his balls firmly put to one side. Now he
just wanted one thing: cock. He swiftly licked the helmet, sending a wave
of pleasure through Troy. Peter's firm tongue felt so good, so eager! When
there was no more precum to slurp - and that took a while - Peter virtually
inhaled the full length of his father's thick dick. In seconds he was right
down to the base, swallowing the inches of dick as if his life depended on
it.

Which, in a way it did. If his balls got any bigger...

Troy knew the role Owen expected of him. Before he'd met his domineering
eldest son he would have taken control of the cocksucker servicing him by
now. But now he felt that it was his body that was servicing the
cocksucker. He was the supplicant. He let his hands rest by his sides and
let the boy wolf down his cock, no matter how painful the boy's eagerness
was. He was going after Troy's load like a soul prepossessed. No matter how
humiliating it was  - Peter had no desire to be a father sucker - it was
still a stunning display of cocklust.

Owen excitedly spurred him on. "You don't have a choice man. You can't live
with balls that big... You've got to suck him off. You were here to suck my
cock, so what's the difference? It's all family..."

The words took Troy over the edge and Peter got his father's load. It sure
was a giant one - Troy's first orgasm in a long, long time - and Peter
swallowed every fucking drop. Peter even kept his hands firmly on Troy's
arse so Troy couldn't pull back, sucking until there wasn't anything left
to suck.

Troy's body shook in painful post-orgasm sensitivity, his body covered in
rivulets of sweat. Owen slowly got off his knees, his own body weakened
giddily at the satisfaction of swallowing such a hearty load. He shook off
his cumlust and remembered what the point of the exercise was and reached
down to feel his balls.

It had worked! His balls had gone down in size. Not a lot, but definitely
down. Whatever fluid had been in his sack seemed to have been reabsorbed
into his body. It was a good feeling - not only was his stomach full of
cum, but his balls were warm and tingly to touch. They felt good!

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And so that was how the second son's curse was controlled. His balls would
constantly grow in size unless Peter swallowed his father's cum. Peter soon
started making regular visits to his father's homestead to blow Troy's cock
and they were quick to find out just how many suck jobs it took to keep his
balls in check...

In that time he also learned more about Maggie and the circumstances of the
curse. He could tell it was a painful subject for his father, but he could
also tell that it did his father good to have someone to talk to. Someone
who didn't think it was all his fault. In fact, the more he heard the more
he thought that Troy had been a nice guy in the wrong place at the wrong
time. Ever since then, he tried to go easy on the old man, making the blow
jobs as pleasurable as possible for both of them. Of course, this was
easier when Owen wasn't watching.

However, despite having sympathy for Troy a creeping sense of resentment
built up in the second son. No matter how enjoyable it was having a hung
dick to suck, Troy and Owen lived a long way from his studies. It was a
tedious journey to have to travel each week to keep his balls at a sensible
size. And to be honest, once a week wasn't really enough. He kept on being
called donkey balls by his friends, not just in the locker room but in the
corridors and study halls of his Uni. The insults from other guys though?
If heard one more guy talk about his giant spunk bunkers, plum satchel,
jizz berries or bro-varies then he'd scream. Let alone the girls who took
great pleasure in pointing at his `welfare check makers'.

Meanwhile, Owen was having a great time. He was deeply pleased that he was
the only one that still got to fuck Troy's hole, and - to be honest - he
loved fucking his Dad when Troy's tank was dry. It made the shag pinprick
sharp! That selfish pleasure meant he missed all the signs that his younger
brother Peter was struggling.

One night it all boiled over. Owen had a couple of throwaway shags over and
had unlocked Troy's dick so his fucktoys could have a piece of meat to suck
off - after all, the drier Troy was, the more intense the fuck was for him!
What he hadn't factored in was how difficult this would make things for
Peter. He was due that night - his first visit in more than a week. Peter's
balls were heavy - he'd even had to start having clothes specially made to
support and hold his near-permanently giant sack. He had been looking
forward to relief for days... but to find out that his father had been
comprehensively sucked dry?

Peter slammed Owen, but Owen wasn't having any of it.

"I got here first, bitch. Your balls fit around my fuck schedule and not
the other way round! I have the key to his cock! I let you suck him and
don't you forget it You don't want me to lose the key to his cage, right?"

The words hung heavy in the air. Owen had slowly upgraded Troy's cock cage
to more and more extreme models. Right now it was a heavy stainless steel
device that wrapped around his waist and fully encased his junk. You'd need
a blowtorch to free Troy's dick, let alone a simple pair of tin snips.

The argument seemed to be over but Owen thought Peter was getting a bit
uppity and forgetting his place as the second son. When Peter's guard was
down, Owen took the young cocksucker hostage. He locked the boy in one of
the many outbuildings on Troy's homestead. He provided food, drink and some
simple exercise equipment - but otherwise Peter was firmly locked up.
Without relief.

Troy was worried when Peter failed to show up for his next milking. By now
he always looked forward to his second son's eager mouth on his cock -
despite all the connotations of crazy shit it was the only time each when
he still felt like a man, he'd even got better at slyly taking control as
if he was a top again. He asked Owen where Peter was but didn't get a good
answer. He just hoped his son wasn't in trouble...

But Peter was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. By week four of his
kidnapping his balls were down to his knees. He could barely move. When
Owen finally let Peter out his pendulous sack almost dragged along the
floor. Peter was shell shocked - he couldn't believe that family would do
this to one another. But his brother was unrepentant. "Don't ever try to
fuck with me... brother. You don't ever want to see just how big I'll let
your balls get. You won't even be able to move!"

Suitably humbled, Peter was led to Troy's bedroom. Owen had taken the
forward step of tying Troy's naked body, ass down, to the bed. Leather
restraints bound his muscular body, and thick ropes framed his upper thighs
and stomach, securing his groin tight. His cage had been removed and his
thick dick stood straight upwards, uncontrollably drooling pre after so
long locked up.

Peter waddled over to his father's crotch. Troy was shocked at what he saw
out of the corner of his eye - Peter's balls were fucking massive! He was
suddenly scared at just how many orgasms he would have to give up to see
Peter's body absorb all that cum.

Peter spent the entire night with his lips locked around his father's cock.
He swapped positions continually. Sometimes sucking his father's dick from
the front, and others from behind. It felt good to teabag his Dad with his
monumental sack - it was his Dad's fault he was like this after all and who
cared if it made his breathing tough?

He lost count of the number of times he made his father cum. He mouth tired
out but he was compelled to keep going - he had to keep going. What if Owen
locked him up again before his balls went fully down? It took 8 or 9
painful orgasms before Troy was completely spent and Peter's sack was back
to normal. Well... distended and stretched, but normal for him.

After the kidnapping Peter was determined never to be in the same situation
ever again. He decided to use all of his knowledge and years of University
training to make sure his father produced so much cum that he would never
have to worry about the size of his own balls ever again.

Peter was a remarkable bio-engineer, specialising in the creation of
targeted hormones and supplements for advanced animal husbandry. Even
whilst still a student, he was something of a boy wonder and there was
barely a farm animal alive that he hadn't helped breed more productively.
However, now Peter dedicated all of his time to experimenting on his
father. Hormones, genetic engineering, implants, steroids, vitamin
injections... you name it, Peter tried it. And he was successful. Man, was he
successful.

Troy'd always had a history of leaking copious amounts of precum. But now
Peter managed to flick a switch that meant the 40-year old started over
producing spunk too. His loads were so epic that often just one suck job
was needed to control Peter's sack, no matter how big it was to start with.

A side affect of the treatment made Troy uncontrollably horny and even more
desperate to be sucked off by Peter or fucked by Owen. But who cared if his
sex drive was screwed up? It was pretty fucked up already!

The extra horn gave Peter and Owen an uneasy truce. Owen had never liked
unlocking Troy for his regular suck sessions, but he really appreciated
just how horny Peter's drugs made Troy and therefore how much easier he was
to demean, fuck and humiliate. Hell, on the drugs Troy wanted - needed - to
be fucked every day. The truce became full-blown when Peter suggested that
he tried machine milking his father instead of simply sucking him off.

It was an old technique of one of his University professors. An intense
program of repeated manual stimulation had been known to have surprising
results on the fertility of male livestock, so the professor had decided to
try automating it to speed the process up. Peter saw no reason why his
father should be any different. The prize student was able to source one of
the experimental bull milking machines his professor had produced, even
though they were in rare supply. In fact, the agricultural prototypes had
not made it into production as they were simply too intense for the bulls
to handle.

The two sons together told their father what was going to happen, but Troy
didn't quite believe it. I'm not a fucking cow! he thought. It took both
their strength to securely tie him down and then attach the heavy-duty
machinery. The thick rubber sleeve fitted securely over Troy's daddy dick
and pumped without remorse. Any and every emission went straight into a
giant glass container. The machine was plug and forget - once attached the
boys could simply walk and leave the equipment to it.

It was brutal but a resounding success. The combination of the force-fed
drugs and the non-stop machinery - a continuous pumping action that made
Troy feel like he was being sucked from the inside out - forcibly extracted
enough cum in one sitting that Peter ended up with a plentiful supply of
his Dad's spunk. As long as he kept the extracted liquid in an airtight
container then one milking stayed potent enough to keep Peter's balls at a
reasonable size for weeks on end.

What of poor Troy though? Now who was the one with the heavy balls?! Both
Owen and Peter were content for their father to be a milch-cow. If
anything, Owen now liked his fuck-Daddy having heavy balls - it gave him an
additional handle to hang on to. They both liked the punishing effect on
Troy's cock too. It had been constrained for so long by the chastity cage
that it had stopped trying to get erect. But now, with the drugs? Troy's
blood-engorged cock was constantly fighting at the confines of the tight
metal cage. He was also leaking pre-syrup non-stop. Of course, neither Owen
or Peter would allow Troy to wear a cock sock to collect the fluid, they
wanted him humiliated the entire time. Instead they had a very special cock
cage manufactured - one covered on the inside with dull spikes - that would
make his life a constant agony.

And so that was how Troy lived his life...

Occasionally he wondered whether Maggie could really have imagined that
this was how the curse would turn out. A son who needed to fuck him at
least twice a week, yet fucked him multiple times a day... and a son who
needed to swallow his cum once a week but force milked him to make his life
absolute agony. And all of this just so his sons could all live `normal'
lives...

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Next: Troy has to contend with the porn star twins. Things get freaky!

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