Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2021 12:54:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwins Redux 5 BALDWIN & SONS: REDUX 5 by Jon Royale April 2021 This is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations between consenting individuals. It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. If you have not reached legal age of maturity in your area please read no further. A hush spread throughout the crowded room when Miles Baldwin made his late, but well-timed, entrance. The party had been going on for some time but, up until now, the host was conspicuously absent. A concerned Jedediah, ex-con handyman and constant presence in the mansion, had ventured up to the master bedroom. Trying the knob and finding the double doors curiously locked, he rapped his knuckles upon the sleek white wood and inquired if all was well. Met with an annoyed growl from the other side Jedediah shrugged his shoulders and moved away. For weeks his employer had been in a mood. Usually laid-back and docile he'd become extremely aggressive, commanding and downright hostile. Prior to the recent change Jed's duties mainly consisted of servicing the sexual needs of father and perennially needy son, Ryan, a job which suited his libido well. Now it seemed Miles had a daily list of chores to keep him busy. And suddenly he was no longer welcome in Miles' bed, a place now occupied by the man's newfound nephew, Royce. Further frustrating Jed was his displacement from an upstairs bedroom to the small guest room on the ground floor. The quarters were previously occupied by Royce, who was promoted to the main floor and Jed's old room. Jedediah couldn't figure what he'd done to irk the master and even ventured to question his reasoning. Miles was gruff and to the point. Long as he followed orders, kept his place and performed the tasks assigned to him he had a job and a room in the manse. One of those jobs involved keeping an eye on that young upstart Devyn, who had a habit of slipping out of the house at all hours of the night. Jed rightly figured Miles had somehow caught on to devious Devyn's activities, which could explain some of his recent behavior. Things weren't all that bad in the bowels of the house. The expansive home gym and wine cellar also occupied the same floor. There were so many bottles in the climate-controlled room that Miles would never miss the few which Jed sometimes took to his room to sample. And his already toned body was growing even more solid from slinging around some of the weights in the gym. At least three nights a week he was awakened by hungry Ryan, the Baldwin boy with the body of a young Greek god, desperate to have the craving up his ass hole satisfied. Miles hadn't forbidden it. And even if he had, Jed didn't think he'd be able to control himself. Ryan's jock pussy was that good. If not Ryan, then it was Royce getting pounded between the sheets, sometimes carrying a fresh load from a fucking he'd just taken from Miles. These young'ns were insatiable---and Jed was always up to the challenge. He harbored a proclivity for teen pussy. Now Jed hesitated outside the double doors, considered pressing Miles further and decided against it. No need to poke the bear. Besides, he'd just left some nice college snatch downstairs out of concern for the man of the house. If Miles didn't want to be bothered he was going to resume buggering the boy. The kid, another of Trey's football buddies, talked the whole time about his girl---about her legs, about her tits, about her shaved puss---all between husky cries of "fuck me, mister, fuck me harder!" Boned up to the max Jed turned his back on the bedroom door and headed down the hallway to the staircase, determined that if some other guest had taken his place he'd yank the motherfucker off and slam his dick right back into that warm, tight boy hole. When Miles strode into the fuck room a short time later Jed was plowing the jock and mere seconds away from blowing his first wad of the night. The boy was splayed out on his back over an ottoman just inside the threshold, his head hanging over the edge as Jed mercilessly drove into him. He gasped when his eyes focused on the daddy stud that had entered his upside-down line of vision. Breathing heavily from his fuck exertions Jed looked up to determine what had intruded on the little stud's attention. With cock ball's deep inside the boy's clutching chasm he froze, mouth agape as, by now, had fairly much everyone else in the room. The Baldwin Lord held a widespread stance in the entry way. He hadn't shaved in two days, hence his manly face was shadowed with dark blond stubble. The lighter hair on his head had been barbered close to the scalp, giving him a military persona. A black leather biker's cap sat atop, its bill mysteriously pulled forward over his forehead. A matching harness complimented his oiled, well-muscled chest, its straps coming down over broad, rounded shoulders to intersect with another strip running horizontally under his pectorals. The thick mounds of man muscle appeared even more pumped up than usual, the walnut colored nipples swollen out to thick, firm nubs. Matching studded straps adorned Miles' bulging biceps. Another leather strap traveled from across his lower back down the curve of the man's hips to his groin where it attached to the metal ring encasing the base of a glistening, semi-hard cock. Completing the look was a pair of calf high motorcycle boots with low, thick heels. Miles silently surveyed the room failing to rest on any of the onlookers in particular until he sighted his quarry. Slowly and deliberately he strode forward, a man on a mission. Jed managed to break his stunned silence, slipped his cock out of his fuckmate and came into Miles' path with a look of amazement on his handsome hillbilly face. "Dayum, Miles, where in tarnation did you find this get up?" he asked incredulously. One big arm shot out and, with an ugly sneer on his usually handsome face, Miles shoved him aside. "Holy fuck!" eldest son Trey exclaimed as the leather daddy passed by the area where he was being sloppily blown by a visiting pro-football recruiter. He knew his father looked like a stud but now, in this outfit, he truly acted like one. Trey's balls instantly crawled up between his legs and he prematurely shot his young load into the recruiter's gulping mouth. He'd have preferred to have held off but the image of Miles as a hot daddy biker was more than he could handle. Didn't really matter though. He was nineteen and there was a lot more cum where that came from. Besides, he had a feeling tonight would be the rarity when he'd give up his ass to some fucking. Although he wasn't much into it, if it meant a pro-ball contract he'd let the entire Commission fuck him. Twice. And then maybe, finally, his totally hot leather daddy. Second born scion, Ryan, came up on his elbows from his splayed out position on the divan as he breathlessly observed Miles' journey across the room. Tonight Ryan was the focal point in a virtual train of the long arm---and cock---of the law. They were lined up, single file, well over a dozen of them. Local and State forces were represented, and even a detective or two. Ranging from age twenty-one to fifty-five, they stood in line chatting with the comrade in front of them about arrests and ongoing cases just as though they were bar side. Cocks were hard and ready for their turn at the best piece of ass on the east coast. Except for one, a soon-to-be-retiring Chief from a few towns over, they were all over eight inches and guaranteed to hit Ryan's tender spot. Each lawman fucked the muscle jock up to the verge of ejaculation, at which time he quickly pulled out, gave the next copper a shot at some fine pussy and assumed his place at the back of the line. For the past few weeks there had even been some talk of renting Ryan out as entertainment for the upcoming Policemen's Ball. Miles would not give his consent but reminded them that the boy was, after all, eighteen and free to make his own decisions. Ryan was still mulling over the idea. Just as now he fleetingly considered taking a break from cop cock to join his suddenly macho father in living out a raunchy leather fantasy. Lucas, youngest of the three Baldwin boys present, got a peek at his father through the mob of middle aged men surrounding his sixteen year old body. Four of them had their mouths and lips on his fifteen inch gargantuan dick while two others lapped at his asshole. More stood around waiting their turn at the bespectacled boy, some attempting to feed him their cock. Occasionally Lucas gave a cursory swipe of his tongue to a dripping, engorged hard on. It was a tease; Lucas didn't suck cock. But if his daddy, with his muscular body barely covered in leather, came over to him right now he'd slovenly devour his cock in front of all these envious men. Tonight Miles' interest was in none of his beautiful boys. He moved through the throng while hands reached out to touch his oil-slicked body, grasp the curve of his ass, cup his balls and squeeze his rising cock. Miles ignored them all, his eyes focused on only one. And then he stood there before him. The boy's eyes had been on him the entire time, hoping he'd be the object of this imposing man's hunt. Miles planted a booted foot in the center of the chest of the kneeling man sucking the teen's cock and rudely sent him off balance. The startled guest landed on his rump and gasped when he looked up and saw his attacker. Miles cupped one side of the boy's creamy, freckled face in his palm and, pulling him closer, covered his mouth with his own. Forcing his lips apart he plunged his tongue into the young man's mouth. Nineteen year old Patrick, the strapping redhead Miles had been eyeing for weeks, eagerly accepted the offering, wrapping his tongue around the host's. Their mouth juices intermingled as they lustfully devoured one another. Miles practically ate the boy's face while strongly sucking on his wriggling unit. Tongues wrestled as they bruised each other's slick lips. Miles got a handhold on the young athlete's pear-shaped buttocks and pulled him against his manly body. Their fully erect cocks mashed together, eliciting a whimper of illicit passion from the ginger boy. Miles growled wolfishly and drove his tongue into the teen's throat. The older man was the one to break the embrace. Patrick gazed into Miles' eyes, obviously entranced. Miles hooked a big, muscular arm around the back of the jock's neck and led him out of the main area into the hallway opening onto the family room. There they encountered a few lusty party goers. Adrian Lopez, the totally hot Puerto Rican quarterback of the University football team, was spread out on his back atop the billiard table taking a rough fucking from bulldozer-built Mike Harris. Curly haired Andrew Tomlinson, a senior at the University, was banging hell out of some middle-aged financier, a recent addition to the festivities. And Chuck Bauer, Ryan's basketball ace buddy, was entertaining no less than three hot and horny paying guests. Miles led his prey to the vintage Ushak Rug in front of the large stone fireplace. Stretching out on the expensive piece and propped up on his elbows he libidinously watched Patrick drop down to his knees and crawl between his spread thighs. Wrapping his fingers around the big Baldwin cock the cute jock gave it a few introductory strokes. Miles snarled thickly, one side of his lips turned up in a sexy sneer. Keeping his eyes turned up on the macho stud Patrick moved in. Starting at the base of the handsome daddy cock, he licked and lapped his way along the thick belly of the shaft. His wet tongue worked its way up to the head, savoring the musky taste of the potent man tool. Forming his lips around the perfect crown he sucked it into his mouth and ran his hot, slick tongue all over the fleshy surface. Scooping up Miles' smooth, flawless nut sac in the palm of one hand he squeezed and massaged, eliciting an appreciative growl from the leather clad man. His other hand roamed Miles' torso, across the ripples of his tight belly, over a strip of leather and onto one slab of a pumped up pectoral. He took the eraser-like nub between his fingers twisting, twirling and even pinching until it jutted out angry and hard. At the same time he tongued the leather stud's piss slit and was quickly rewarded with a surge of man lube. Patrick savored the taste of pre-cum and hungrily sucked at the crown in quest of more. Miles bucked his hips, urging more of his randy meat into the husky teen's mouth. Patrick eagerly accepted the offering. Placing a big hand atop the jock's close-cropped red head Miles humped up into the sucking maw. With each thrust he sunk more inches until he was banging the back of the boy's throat. Observing his Baldwin dick gliding between those pretty pink lips incited Miles' libido even further. Gritting his teeth he pushed down on the boy's head while at the same time shoving his prick deep into young Patrick's muzzle. The Ginger gagged momentarily before relaxing his throat and taking the determined dick down to the leather-encircled base. Miles tossed back his head and roared. Wet lips clung to his root like a vise while the talented teen sucked on the full length of his cock. Patrick, himself, could hardly believe he'd managed to take the whole seven glorious inches. Until a few short weeks ago he'd never thought he'd be sucking dick----and liking it. He was an all-American athlete from the Midwest with a shelf full of high school trophies to prove it. He'd left his childhood sweetheart at home to accept a scholarship to a highly prestigious university on the east coast with the promise that he'd come home to visit on every available break. The lure of easy money had gotten him to accept Trey's invitation to the Baldwin orgies. All he had to do was let some men suck him off, he was told. Patrick had remained true to his girl all this time and was suffering a severe case of blue balls. Beating off every night wasn't giving him much relief. Although he'd never considered making it with another guy he figured he could close his eyes and pretend it was his little Marta sucking his hog. Little did he realize he'd be so aroused by the wall to wall decadence in the Baldwin house that, late that very first night, he'd be sucking his first cock and, at the second party, having his cherry ass taken by some hairy bull of a man. Patrick bobbed up and down while Miles fucked in and out, mashing his groin into the redhead's face each time. The big dick throbbed in the jock's warm mouth as it glided over Patrick's velvet-like tongue and the rippled roof of his mouth. Miles grunted with pleasure each time he was buried balls deep inside the boy's pleasure pit. The little fucker was really working his balls and tits now, yanking and squeezing the tender flesh extra hard and coaxing up a hot load of cum. Miles would love to have fed him a mouthful but he had other plans for the hungry little jock. Before Patrick realized what was happening Miles had him turned around on his back with athletic legs up and thighs parted wide. Miles paused for a moment to admire the sweet little ass hole framed by a coating of soft, rust-colored downy fuzz. He couldn't resist running his hand down the parted trench and thumbing the pink pucker. The kid's prick was as nice as the rest of him, now throbbing stiffly against his lower belly and leaking traces of pre-cum. Miles scooped up some of the offering, brought it to his face to first sniff and then devour. The athlete's jizz was as down-home wholesome as the rest of him. Miles ran his hands over the creamy parted buttocks before smacking them---smacking them hard. The boy actually gasped, but the flare of his eyes gave away his fiery lust. With a sexy snarl on his unshaven face Miles roughly kneaded the muscular cheeks with his fingers while his fat thumbs worked to spread the tender hole. It was a fine teen pussy, all pink and temptingly tight and as yet unbreached on this night. Wolfishly licking his lips and growling like a junkyard dog Leather Miles pounced on the pouting hole. With hands clasped on those twin mounds he slovenly lapped at the succulent crack. His tongue skittered over the bull's eye again and again, causing it to pulse with anticipation. Young Patrick shuddered and squirmed on the thick rug while attentively watching from between quivering wide-spread legs as the man lavished his trench. Miles was like a thirsty horse at the trough, licking away at the college boy with real fervor. He plastered the fine rust-colored hairs lining the hole back against the flesh and made the area slick with wet, manly saliva. He skidded over the warm, moist pucker, causing the teen to moan and quiver. Cupping Patrick's delectable butt in his sweaty palms Alpha Miles now focused solely on the folds of the quivering hole. Patrick was whimpering like a puppy as Miles voraciously lapped at his butt hole. His stiff cock drooled excited pre-cum onto his hard belly. And when Miles parted those wet ass lips and plunged his tongue inside he thought sure he'd lose his mind. Miles reamed out the squirming redhead's tender ass walls. With lips planted around the hot hole he dug deep, eating out the young athlete with real gusto. His tongue was fully distended, his mouth drooling as he worked it around inside the boy. Patrick's ass lips fluttered around his muscle enticing Miles to feast with increased vigor. With a sexy baritone grumble he began thrusting himself in and out of the musky hole, fucking the teen with his tongue, while noisily sucking fresh teen ass. "Oh heck, yeah," Patrick gushed, his head rolling back on the rug. "Eat my asshole, Mr. Baldwin. Just like that. Don't stop. Oh, please, don't stop!" He could hardly believe it was Trey's father down there driving his tongue through his teen hole and making him feel so good. He pushed his ass up against Miles' face and whimpered as the fat tongue seemed to reach even deeper. The man with the leather cap was tonguing him like mad, making the fine hairs on his body stand on end with sexual electricity. Miles could have chowed in that tasty box for hours but his dad dick was throbbing painfully and in desperate need of a warm, moist hollow. Sitting back on his heels he slid his hands under and around Patrick's raised thighs, gripped firmly and dragged the boy's toned body against his inflamed loins. Patrick's eyes flared with expectation. The sight of the teen's winking fuckhole was almost more than Miles could bear. Taking dick in hand he aimed it at the pulsing pink hole and thrust. His cock head breached the portal and slid inside the fuck tunnel. Patrick's butthole went apeshit, clamping down around his cock while the boy yelped and whimpered. Gritting his teeth Miles fought against the boy's tightened sphincter, forcing his manhood deeper into the heated chute. Beads of perspiration broke out on the young jock's brow and there was a desperate, almost frightened look in his eyes. But he did nothing to stop the older man. He wanted to be fucked. And he wanted to be fucked by a leather daddy. Miles' dad rod worked its way through Patrick's slick, clutching tunnel until the base of his unit was flush against the spread of the boy's ass. He paused a moment, savoring the delightful sensations as Patrick's clutching, quivering insides wrapped around his buried tool. The kid was all sexed up, rolling his head around, licking his lips, clawing at the rug and whimpering like a little slut. Grinning from one side of his mouth Miles pulled himself back until ass lips were kissing his head, paused and then rudely shoved forward. Patrick's eyes shot open wide and a husky shout escaped his wet lips. Miles dropped down, his body lifted above the ginger jock by hands to either side of him and booted toes dug into the rug at the rear. They were face to face, merely a breath away. Then Miles really began to fuck. Staring into the young man's glittering green eyes he hammered his shaft in and out of the clutching orifice. His smooth, muscular ass clenched and dimpled as it rapidly rose and fell. The slick muscles on his well-built, leather encased body burst into full definition. Patrick ran his hands over Miles' sculpted sweaty chest, up over strong sinewy shoulders and along his powerful arms. In his impressionable eyes the man was built like a Greek god, a deity who had chosen him, a lowly Midwestern farm boy, for his personal satisfaction. Catching his breath with each deep thrust Patrick realized that he craved Mr. Baldwin's big, beautiful cock like nothing before. Sure there had been others, at previous parties, who'd fucked him but none were the total package like Trey's masculine, take-charge, father. A blaze had been ignited in the boy, consuming his youthful mind, body and soul with unquenchable lust. Miles felt the moment the desirable college boy's defensive muscle relaxed, yet he failed to let up with the onslaught. He roughly thrust himself far as he could into the squirming, heated tunnel where the fucking was always good. He drilled hard and deep, rearranging the boy's guts as he charged his way through. His breakneck exertions caused sweat to drip from his brow and the tip of his nose onto the redhead's face, but that seemed to excite young Patrick even more. The kid wanted---needed---a man, a real man and the reinvented Miles was filling the bill. The leather cap fell away and Miles tossed his head from side to side while snarling through gritted teeth. His hair, freshly shorn in a military cut, was moist with perspiration. With commendable stamina he failed to lose a beat. Patrick's hands had ventured to his tits and when the boy started squeezing those erect meaty nipples between his thumb and index fingers new waves of almost electric sensations coursed throughout Miles' hunky body. With a roaring bellow he increased his speed, slamming the hot hole with increased ferocity and fucking him in double time. His cock sped through the boy's pink ass lips in a blur. The harder he fucked him the louder Patrick moaned, wrapping his legs around Miles' back as if afraid he'd leave and shoving his ass upward to meet each powerful thrust. The others in the room had ceased their activities to watch the amazing feat being performed in front of the fireplace. Chuck Bauer, who'd been Trey Baldwin's first male piece of ass, was envious of the redheaded boy. Much as he'd been fucked, which was plenty, never had he had a man as aggressive as Trey's father. College Senior Andrew Tomlinson, a strict top, was equally impressed and taking pointers in upping his own fuck game. And quarterback Adrian Lopez, who thought rough fucking was the only way to go, determined he'd be next. That is, if the man had anything left in him after such a strenuous display. Miles fucked onward, never losing a beat of momentum. Even when Patrick unloaded, his body flailing about and nearly rising from the floor as scalding jism burst from his teen cock, Miles failed to stop. It was the most earth-shaking, mind-blowing climax of the young man's life. His eyes slipped back in his head and his hands beat the floor as he succumbed to the throes of ejaculation. Hot cum shot across his torso, smacking him in the face and clotting in his ginger hair. His mouth, gaping in seeming agony, even took a burst. With Miles constantly hammering his joy button he didn't think it would ever end. And then Miles was panting all too heavily. As his big muscles flexed his handsome features became frighteningly contorted. Gnashing his teeth and almost looking shocked and pained he plunged into the depths of Patrick's fuckhole one last time. Throwing back his head with a bull-like roar he pumped a gusher of man-cream far up inside the teen. The load ripped from his pisshole, flooding the athlete and leaving him nesting in a sea of his own cum. Exhausted he fell atop the boy. Their torsos were plastered together, one heart rapidly beating in time with the other. Raggedly breathing into each other's ear they slowly recovered from their frenzied fuck. The show they'd just observed had the others going at each other like wild rabbits, with Mike Harris attempting to mimic Miles as he savagely took an elated Adrian Lopez. Miles came up on his forearms over Patrick. Wordlessly they gazed at one another before Miles attacked his mouth. Rather than tender and loving it was a rough and brutal kiss, just like their fucking. Miles forced Patrick's jaws wide and shoved his tongue down his throat. Patrick responded in kind, taking Miles by the back of his soaked head and giving what he got. They were at it for a short time before the interruption came. It was Jedediah who stood in the threshold. "Miles, hate to break this up, but---" "Go away!" Miles commanded without even looking behind at the intruder. "This is serious, Miles," Jed persisted. "We got us a huge problem in t'other room." While all this vigorous fucking was going on devious Devyn Baldwin had slipped from his room and gone unnoticed down the back stairway to the lowest level of the mansion and out the garage. For too long he'd been a virtual prisoner in the place. In his opinion his father Miles was being unreasonable. It was alright for him to fuck around with his friends, neighbors and Trey's college buddies but Devyn banging his psychologist was wrong. Talk about double fucking standards! Since long before puberty the boy developed an unsavory interest in sex. Although he desperately wanted pussy, trying to get into the panties of girls was risky; girls always told. Fooling around with his school chums was safer. Boys weren't going to run home and tell Mommy and Daddy about the circle jerk they'd enjoyed with their buddies. Soon, however, beating off with Tommy, Ajay, Labron, Evan or any of the others failed to satisfy his prurient interest. He wanted his dick sucked. He wanted a hole to fuck. Cute as a button with big, innocent cornflower blue eyes and long white-blond bangs he was a magnet for a certain type of man, as he soon learned. He guessed they were what most would call pervs. But Devyn didn't think of them that way. They were the tools with which he finally got to experiment. An "accidental" brushing of his hand against a crotch at the supermarket, "unintentionally" bumping against some's rear, "casually" bending over at the waist and guilelessly looking over his shoulder at his prey or dropping an item on the ground in front of another, squatting to the ground to retrieve it and pausing to cast those captivating eyes upward told him what he needed to know. They were like putty in his hands. Each thought they were getting a forbidden toy but soon learned it was they who were the plaything. Young as he was, Devyn was always the one in control. No man used him; he exploited them. Youngest of the four Baldwin brothers he'd often been ignored. All assumed he was well-adjusted and unassuming, which made it easy for him to carry on his assignations. The more he dallied with his men, the more adventurous he got. Soon his trials were borderline torturous. Whatever aberrant thought came to mind he tried out on a sometimes skeptical victim. The more ribald the act, the more he enjoyed. Until the day villainous handyman Lombardo arranged for him to get a taste of his own medicine. He'd successfully orchestrated Lombardo's exile from the Baldwin estate, even participating in the take down. New handyman Jedediah wasn't mean and diabolical like Lombardo; he was a dumbass hillbilly. Well aware of Devyn's antics Jed nevertheless stayed out of the boy's way. Devyn reciprocated. Jed seemed to be hopping from one bed to another: Ryan's, then Miles' or vice-versa. There were even times Dev spied the three going off together behind closed doors. All kinds of delicious scenarios formulated in his imagination as to exactly who was doing what to who. In retrospect he supposed he shouldn't have drugged, trussed up his father and submitted him to a bit of abuse. Once the "parties" started Miles quickly learned his youngest was no babe in the woods. But shoving a vibrator up his father's asshole, revving it up to super high and then jerking off a teen load over his straining body was, well, a bit of overkill. That and other events are what led to his counseling sessions, where he soon had Dr. Katz in his cunning clutches. All was going well until Miles caught him banging fuck out of the married family man and forced him to endure lockdown. Usually a push-over, Miles surprised Devyn with his assertiveness. Normally frightened of no one, Dev was a bit disconcerted by his father's authoritative manner. Better to cooperate than further agitate the man, he figured. Besides, there wasn't much he could do with Jed standing guard below his bedroom window. Tonight, however, he'd made his escape. Even if Jed hadn't been too busy fucking and was at his post, the garage exit was a safer bet. Of course, anyone in the hallway or family room might have spied him making the turn down the stairs from the second to first floor. He'd lucked out. They were all too busy fucking and sucking to notice him. Devyn soundlessly made his way through the gate to the fenced-in back yard and pool area. Excitedly he approached the dimly lit pool house. He hadn't gotten off a good nut since his "imprisonment" and relief awaited him there in the form of unsuspecting Uncle Brian. Brian was a real dope, a drifter and loser who'd been allowed to camp out on the estate for a while. Devyn befriended him early on, his interest fueled by his father's obvious dislike of his younger brother. In short time dumbass Brian became his personal sex trinket. He'd unleashed one outrageous act upon the man after another. Brian was a working class, blue-collar Joe with a husky body to prove it. Devyn relished in using that manly body for his own perverse pleasures. He'd ravaged Brian's hairy asshole with any number of sizeable items, coerced a homeless wino to fuck him and gotten his teen rocks off so many times up the stud's hole he'd for sure have been pregnant by now if he was a bitch. And still the dolt hadn't caught on! Confined in his bedroom all this time (with the exception of school, where he had any number of opportunities to unload his sperm sac) Devyn had time to scheme. Reviewing the cache of snapshots of Uncle Brian's trials captured on his smartphone and pondering new, innovative ways to use the man Devyn came up with the most twisted act yet. Tonight would prove to be the absolute zenith in his conquest of the ignorant fuck. Brian was in his usual position, stretched out across the daybed watching some sporting event on the widescreen. He glanced over at the boy as he entered the pool house and, for a moment, Devyn had the sense of trepidation. But then a huge smile broke out on the man's handsome face. "Devo, what's going on kiddo?" he asked good naturedly. Devyn shrugged his shoulders. "Miles, I mean Dad is having another party and they're too loud for me. I wanted to get out of the house. So I thought I'd come and hang with you." Then, innocently, "Is that alright?" Brian looked at him squarely, seriously. And then there was that dopey smile again that caused those jolly crinkles at the corners of his eyes. "Of course it is, Devo. You know I like spending time with my nephew. You're about the only one from up there bothers with me." "I don't know why, Uncle Brian. You're a cool guy. I like you." All sweetness, all innocence. "I like you too, kiddo. Say, why don't you fix us a drink and come over here and watch the game with me?" Cripes, Brian couldn't be making this any easier if he tried. Devyn affably agreed. In the walk-in kitchen he located the bottle of cognac he'd spirited away, poured some into a fancy tulip shaped glass and dropped in the roofie he'd carried in his pocket. Swirling it around until the caplet dissolved he secured himself a can of soda from the refrigerator and went to join his uncle. Absorbed in the game on the television Brian at first set the drink aside. Devyn impatiently waited for him to take the drugged beverage, anxious to commence with his planned festivities. "Hey, Devo, would you mind grabbing that box of crackers up in the cupboard? Haven't had much to eat today and wouldn't want this going to my head, know what I mean?" "Sure, Uncle Brian," the boy replied and set off to comply with his uncle's request. When he returned Brian was smacking his lips, running the back of a hand across his mouth and holding the empty glass. Devyn's eyes flared excitedly. The show was about to go on. Devyn watched Brian attentively. It wasn't long before the effects of the drug began to show. Brian began to appear uncomfortable, soon his lids grew heavy and his head fell back against the pillows. He began muttering unintelligible words. "Dumb fuck!" Devyn spat out. Quickly he worked at removing Brian's clothing, leaving him bareassed on the daybed, and then stripped himself down. Sliding up between the man's thick, hairy thighs he lifted the heavy limbs into the air and exposed his pulsing asshole. "Gonna fuck you like this, Uncle Brian, so's I can look at you while I'm doing it." He fisted his boy cock, which was already quite hard. "An' when I'm done shootin' my Baldwin babies up your Baldwin asshole I'm gonna roll you over. 'Cos I got a special surprise for you tonight, fuck head." His voice rose with excitement. "Tonight I'm calling in the dogs. You've seen them in the yard. Right, Uncle Brian? Well, you're gonna get fucked by dog cock tonight. Siberian Huskies, in case you didn't know. Bet they got big cocks to knot up in your fuckin' asshole. Shoot you full of dog cum." He giggled insanely, his cock now rock hard at the thought of what was to follow. "Here comes the first cock. This is the easy one," he announced as he moved in, the tip of his prick kissing Brian's vulnerable ass lips. And then things went surprisingly out of control. Before he realized what had happened Devyn was grabbed by strong arms, flipped over onto his back and pinned to the bed by his wrists. He squirmed, he flailed. But he was no match for his captor. "Lemme go! Lemme go!" he cried out, gnashing his teeth and throwing his head from side to side. "Guess I'm not such a dumb fuck after all." It was Uncle Brian's voice. The big, brawny man was atop him, pinning him to the bed. Brian's usually handsome, rugged face was flush with anger. A determined Devyn continued to struggle, kicking out with his limbs and attempting to extricate himself from the man's clutches. "Took me awhile, but I figured it out," Brian went on breathlessly. "Been wondering why I been conking out and feeling all woozy next day. Why my asshole's always so sore and leaking. Came to realize my sweet little nephew is always the last one I see before it all goes bad. So when I sent you in for crackers I spilled my drink into that big plant behind the bed and play acted the rest." "Get offa me!" Devyn roared, thrashing about like a fish on a hook. "You're a sick little boy," Brian declared, "and it's about time your daddy knew what you've been up to." Roughly grabbing Devyn by the ear he yanked him up off the bed and ushered him to the door. Naked, they stepped out into the chill autumn air with Devyn fighting him all the way. Brian hauled him across the pool area to the back stairs leading up to the second landing deck and the door leading into the kitchen. In his fury he didn't care that Miles was hosting a party; didn't care that he and the boy were both bare assed. He hardly noticed people in the kitchen. The moans, groans and sounds of sex failed to register as he half-dragged the boy across the dining room and into the expansive living room area. It wasn't until he was in the midst of the hub bub that Brian took note of his surroundings. Eyes popped wide, jaw dropped and he gasped, "What the---?" There were naked bodies all over the living room. Guys of all ages were on sofas, chairs, table tops and sprawled across the floor. Some in groups, others in duos, mature men paired off with college and maybe even late high school age teens, they were fucking and sucking with wild abandon. Stunned by the unexpected scene Brian unintentionally released his grip on Devyn, who took hasty retreat. As if in a fog the dazed man slowly moved through the sea of fornicating bodies, shaking his head from side to side in disbelief. Deeper into the cluster he padded on bare feet. The pack was unfazed by his intrusion. He observed an older gentleman giving head to two toned teens while a third enthusiastically rammed boy meat up his hairy ass. One of those teens looked up and saw Brian, smiled and motioned him over. With a horrified look on his face Brian shook his head and backed away, nearly tripping over a hairy, heavyset man on his back on the floor where a college boy bounced up and down on his fat dick. Realizing he was as naked as the rest of them Brian glanced down and was further unnerved to discover his dick standing up firm and erect. Out of the horde hands were suddenly on him, running up the insides of his hairy thighs, grasping his buttocks and even caressing his hardon. "No, no," he muttered hoarsely and tried to move away but was at the core of activity and surrounded on all sides. It was an orgy of such magnitude he'd never before imagined, an orgy of some bizarre men's club. He had to escape or risk being pulled down and pounced upon by all of them. Shuffling through extended limbs he slowly made his way to the south wall and the French doors which led to the outdoor deck and escape. He was only steps away when a sight so shocking made him stop in his tracks. There on a circular coffee table in the middle of a group of older men lay his son, Royce! The tabletop worked like some sort of lazy Susan, spinning Royce around in front of one man after another. They shoved their dicks up his asshole, pumped him for a while and then spun the table to the next contestant. Royce was spewing all sorts of obscenities, his words enticing each man to fuck him more energetically than the last. Another spin landed him with black dick on either end. A stocky older man with bald head and white chest hair shoved his cock into Royce's hole and began fucking with the stamina of a man half his age while another, this one tall, thin and a decade or two younger thrust an impossibly long coal-black member down his working throat. "No! No!" Brian mumbled again, his features registering dismay. Backing away from the scene he collided with a strong body, stumbled and blindly reached out to prevent a fall. The object his hand unintentionally grasped was a large, hard and throbbing cock! Repulsed, Brian released the slimy hardon while the big man who'd broken his fall told him, "End of the line, buddy. No cutting in." Failing to understand that he'd broken into the procession of cops waiting their next turn for the hot piece of ass up front Brian backed away from one Officer and into another. The second one gave him an annoyed shove, causing Brian to lose his balance once again. Pushed forward Brian fell through the formation, knocking agitated law enforcement officials aside. Unable to catch his footing he spun around and, with arms outstretched, fell forward one final time. Detective Stosh Gorski had just withdrawn his big Polish kielbasa from Ryan's remarkable boy hole only seconds before blowing his load, desperate to save it up for another round. Ryan lay back on the divan on a total fuck high, his hole being filled by one cock after another, each one breaking through that second sphincter and manipulating that troublesome sensitive spot way up inside him. With legs splayed wide and husky jock thighs tucked up to either side of him his vulnerable pucker lewdly pulsed open and closed like a hungry mouth waiting for its next treat. As Brian staggered and tumbled forward, knocking the next expectant candidate aside, he fell between the athlete's parted legs. His hands hit the divan to either side of the boy's body, arresting the fall of his upper body. But his lower extremities had no stability and slammed down, the rock hard cock inadvertently finding the bull's eye and slipping into Ryan's heated hole. Confused and horrified Brian came up on his strong arms and for the first time learned the identity of the sweaty, youthful body he'd fallen upon. It was his brother's son! The good looking, well-built youth appeared to be in serious heat, as if he was stoned on sex. He didn't even realize that Brian was the man atop him. Attempting to extricate himself from this embarrassing situation Brian tried to right himself but his bare toes failed to catch purchase on the carpeting. Losing complete control of his lower half Brian's legs slid out and his cock sunk to the root in the boy's ripe hole. With his piece being the perfect size the frenum on the underside of the large head rested right on the athlete's freakish clit. Ryan moaned with pleasure as sheer delight racked his muscular body. His insides coiled around the heavily pulsing cock, desperate to hold it right there on his throbbing button. Of course Brian was unaware of his nephew's "deformity" but could feel the curious palpitations against his sensitive crown. A man's prick having absolutely no conscience it began to do exactly what it was meant for, despite Brian's misgivings. The big, handsome dick retreated, then shoved forward, driving deep into the teen's ass. Contented moans escaped from the good looking boy's wet lips each time the plump head skidded over his love button. Almost in spite of himself Brian began to move faster, his bare ass rising and falling as he drove himself through the gripping ring and slid far into the clutching depths. In his nomadic travels Brian had sampled some cheap Tijuana ass from female whores but none felt good as this. His nephew's insides felt like the finest of pussy, all soft and moist and warm. It had been weeks since Brian had a piece and there was no stopping him now. Ryan shuddered with each contact made to his elusive button by what he believed was the finest of cop cock. He was so stupefied by all the dick he'd been getting tonight, one after another, that he'd long ago zoned out. His eyelids were mere fluttering slits, the gorgeous blue orbs rolled up unseeing in their sockets. The ceaseless attention being given to his troublesome oddity was all that mattered. Those implements of pleasure came in all shapes and sizes, all but one reaching the target. That one exception had a generous width which worked his prostate, firing up that place deeper inside and creating anticipation for the next bigger dick which would make his toes curl and hairs stand on end. If he had focused he would have seen the stunned look on the face of---not a cop---but his uncle, who was not only dumbfounded by the teen's exhilaration but by his own reaction to it. Brian mightily pumped his pulsating shaft into the upturned hole, thrusting harder and quicker with each stroke. Scum bloated gonads swung between his strong thighs, slapping loudly against the boy's heaving body. A hot slickness surrounded his unit with each thrust of his hips. His cock plunged onward, sliding through and crashing back into the depths of the most perfect pussy he'd ever fucked. The desperate way the hunky jock reacted when he bottomed out made Brian wished he could dig his way even deeper into that hungry hole. The kid's ass was gripping him tight and hard, attempting to hold him right there, but Brian ripped himself out until only his thick head was inside the doorway and then rammed himself back in. Hot waves of gratitude and pleasure flashed across Ryan's handsome, dreamy face. Brian responded in kind by ramming his man meat through the hot vault even more earnestly. Grumbling from the fuck line waiting their next turn failed to deter him. Coated with sweat from his exertions Brian buried his prick in the boy like a madman. Masculine grunts came from between his clenched white teeth as he pumped in and out. Intense waves of white hot ecstasy coursed through him. He felt like a runaway train headed for collision. Every muscle in his body came alive. His entire frame began to tremble. Veins in his neck and temples stood out like thick cords. Reaching the limits of endurance he bellowed loudly, planted himself ball's deep and detonated far up inside the silky chasm. Resting directly on Ryan's clit the cock head expanded with each pulse, sending uncontrolled sexual pleasure through the teen. The violent throbbing on his ultra-sensitive joy button caused Ryan to release a might torrent of jock cum. As Brian shot wad after wad of man cream into his guts Ryan matched him load for load. It was like a milky geyser shooting up and out, coating his heavy torso with his release. Brian kept coming and coming, never before having experienced a climax so powerful. And then strong calloused hands were on his shoulders pulling him up and off. Momentarily confused Brian turned his head and saw the smirking face of Jedediah and, just behind him, his brother Miles! In his fuck weakened condition Brian was no match for the ex-con, who said something about needing to talk and led him away on weakened legs. Ryan, meanwhile, was still relishing in the aftermath of his monumental ejaculation, running his hands over the puddles of cum on his trunk, scooping up the man load flowing from his hole and lewdly eating it in front of all. Barely giving him time to recoup a silver haired Chief of Police, celebrating his soon-to-be retirement stepped up, sunk his downward curved nine inches into the cummy depths and resumed the fuck chain. In the upstairs "office", otherwise known as Miles' man cave, Jedediah shoved Brian heavily down into a chair across from the large desk. "Hey, not so rough," Brian complained. He tried to stand but, standing behind, Jed put a strong hand on his shoulder and held him in place. Miles came around to take his place behind the desk and, for the first time, Brian realized his brother was trussed up in some kind of queer biker outfit with his big, wet cock hanging out. Miles leaned back in his seat, nonchalantly threw a booted leg up across the desk and leaned back while he calmly lit a cigar. Brian nervously awaited the backlash. He knew he was in for it. He'd been caught red handed fucking his brother's son. But, oh, what a fuck it had been! Miles took a puff of the cigar, paused to consider it and then looked across at Brian. "Brother mine," he said evenly, "we need to have a conversation."