Becoming a Boy 54

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TIMMY

I ached in a sore, workout, sort of way. My butt, I mean my pussy, had gone through a workout like none I had ever had before. The muscles in my arms were sore from what I wasn't sure. Grabbing on to something I guess, as Ian and Devish rammed home their cocks inside me. My nipples were sore too from all the twisting they did.

I rolled over in bed, but Ian wasn't there. I wasn't ready to get up yet. He had fucked me again before we fell asleep last night. Not rough, but I admit his cock felt so good exploring all parts of my pussy. He seemed so focused on how he had opened my hole to 2 cocks. He had shown me the pics he took of my pussy as he and Devish were buried inside me. I felt a bit slutty but it was what he wanted and I couldn't tell him no. I rolled over again. He could fix some coffee on his own without me. Billy would help him if he was that helpless.

DANNY

I was snuggled into Devish's arms. He had said how pretty I was in my new nighties. Mom had gotten me to try on all manner of panties and bras and evening wear, as she called it. I now had bras to fit currently and well into the future based on what she spent.

I had put on nighties before Devish came up and he really could barely keep his hands off me. It was all I could do to try to fight off his hands and of course I eventually lost. My titties had barely started to grow but they were tender and Devish had attacked them last night. Now it just reminded me that I was becoming his girl and I loved it. I ran my hand over my barely covered nylon covered chest, then down to my shriveled tiny locked up clit. I felt beautiful, thanks to Daddy and now Devish.

I moved my hand over to his hairy chest. He was in such good shape. He wasn't overly huge, like sometimes Ian scared me how big he was, but Daddy Devish was beautiful to me. He stirred and I knew he'd want more of me this morning. I slid under the sheet and heard him moan low and appreciatively as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

CHUCK

I looked at Jan lying next to me. She still captivated my attention after all these years of marriage. I still wanted her body as much as I ever had. We had confirmed that last night as we made good love for a long time. I wore her out and I knew she'd sleep in this morning. She was loud, as always, but I no longer worried about that. Everyone in the house was loud it seemed. That made me chuckle.

I could hear Ian and Timmy, Danni and Devish always carried on loudly. There were times I heard Jan moaning when Billy would give her a massage and release. It made me realize after people went back to their lives after the holiday I needed to get back to work on getting Billy in to shape as my fag. I wanted access to his backdoor pussy more than ever after fucking Timmy yesterday. I didn't need a jock fag like Ian, but I wanted Billy's girly slim figure bent over taking my cock regularly.

IAN

I was awake early. I needed to get back to campus. Timmy had things to do and I wanted to spend time at Johnson's farm for a few days before school started up. The only other person up was Billy. He was making coffee. I watched him as he walked about the kitchen. His hair was amazing. I had no idea how he kept it looking so good as long as he kept it. I barely knew any girls who had hair like that. Sometimes he had it wrapped up in a bun, but other times like now, he let it all hang down.

His ass was small but pert. He didn't do anything to emphasize it in my opinion. He also always had on pants that were baggy. They didn't show off any assets. His shirts were nothing special either. Looking at him he didn't have much of an upper body. His arms were skinny and I imagined his chest was basically flat. I wasn't really sure why Billy turned Dad on so much. The flat stomach? The girly look?

"Good morning, Mr. Ian", he said when he noticed me in the kitchen. "I'll have coffee ready soon."

"Thank you, Billy, much appreciated," I grunted.

"Of course, it's what I do," he replied.

I chuckled at that reply. He knew his place that was for sure. Maybe what he got was a feeling of safety from being a servant of sorts.

"You enjoying being here, Billy? I'm asking as an employee of Mr. Johnson, not my dad."

He looked over at me, but didn't say anything. I waved him over to the kitchen table, and told him to sit down.

Come on, Billy, talk for a bit about how it's going."

"It's really going great, Mr. Ian. I like being here with the McNeil's, I mean with your parents. They are both very good to me."

"How is that, Billy?" He blushed a bit, but didn't reply right away. "You can tell me Billy. I'm not asking to embarrass you or anything. I'm listening so I can talk to Johnson."

"I really do like being here," he said again. "I just want to be sure that I get to stay here. I've been, well, I've been doing a lot of new things than when I first got here."

"Go on, explain that." He looked at me then dropped his head before he looked up again.

"Well, Mr. McNeil has instructed me on how to pleasure Mrs. McNeil. I've been doing that regularly now. IÉI use my hands and mouth to bring her to orgasm. Mr. McNeil also made me suck him off one time."

None of what he said surprised me really. Dad had said more or less, what was going on to me before. I knew Billy was Bi but I also knew he thought of himself as Asexual.

"And you are okay with that, Billy? I want to make sure from Johnson's view that you are safe and all."

"I really like being here. No one has treated me better than your parents, Mr. Ian. I just wish that Mr. McNeil and Mrs. McNeil were both aware of what each other was doing."

"I'm pretty sure mom has told dad everything that has gone on, Billy."

"But, I don't think Mr. McNeil tells Mrs. McNeil everything," he sighed. I seemed to recall from Johnson this has caused a problem for Billy at some other point in his life.

"So Mom is pretty much oblivious to Dad's desire to make you into his lover too, as you have become for her."

"Something like that," he nodded. "I know I am not a lover," he continued. "I am a servant. I LOVE being able to please people. I provide sexual pleasure because people like that. I don't want to lose that, but I know something will happen soon if Mr. McNeil keeps things quiet too long. It happened before."

"Well, can YOU do anything about that, Billy?"

"I don't really choose what I am doing. It isn't really what I should be doing. I just do what people want me to do. Things get weird if I start making decisions."

I smiled at him. He was really not interested at all in thinking for himself. He would always need to be directed in life I thought. It would get interesting whatever happened moving forward. If he was actually happy thought he should at least try to ensure he gets to stay here.

"So, do you ever get any sexual pleasure yourself, Billy? Do you cum at all?" He blushed.

"Sometimes," he admitted.

"You're blushing, Billy. Why are you embarrassed to admit that you receive pleasure from that activity?"

"Most of the time the pleasure I receive is knowing the person I am with is getting off and enjoying themselves. That feels really great to me."

"and???"

"Sometimes I actually do cum and that is embarrassing."

"Why is that embarrassing, Billy?" He just blushed deeper red and didn't say anything. "I'm asking you a question, Billy. You need to answer a man when he asks you a question."

"Yes, Sir, sorry, Mr. Ian. I have a big penis, I mean not as big as Mr. McNeil's of course, but people have told me it's big. AndÉand when I do cum, I cum way too much. It's embarrassing. It just keeps cumming out and I can't control it. I mean it feels okay, but I just don't want to be doing it all that much. I've never been all that interested in me getting off, but I do like getting other people off."

I laughed. Fags were so funny sometimes. Here Billy was bothered about the size of his dick and how must load he sprayed when he came. It was hard for me to imagine that would be that much of an issue, particularly if he wasn't interested in getting off all that much.

"Do you think Mr. McNeil wants to fuck me?"

"Do you want him to do that Billy"

"Oh yes, of course. I want him to be happy and pleased with everything I can do. It's just I've never taken anything as big as him before. I don't think I did a very good job the time I gave him a blow job. He hasn't asked for another one."

I'm sure you did just fine, Billy. He didn't mention it to me or Johnson, that I know about," I reassured him.

"Mr. Ian? Danni says that you are as big as Mr. McNeil. Can I practice on your cock? Will you fuck me so I am ready for Mr. McNeil?"

I was honestly surprised. I hadn't considered fucking Billy. He wasn't really my type. He was more like Danni. Slim, femme, his long hair, he wasn't a challenge. I couldn't break him down like a straight guy, or a fag too scared to come out. He had said as much that sex didn't do much for him, so it would be just my pleasure, just him trying to make me happy. That was a turn on, but he didn't feel ready for Dad's dick so how pleasurable could it be?

"You want to practice? That doesn't sound all that exciting to me, Billy. Try rephrasing that."

"May I please offer my mouth and ass to you, Mr. Ian? Will you use me to pleasure yourself?"

"Now that's better, Billy. Remember that even if sex isn't all that important to you, it is always important for a Man or a woman. Most people love it, they love getting off. If you don't enjoy it or it doesn't motivate you, remember that you are motivated by their pleasure, so be enthusiastic when you offer your body to others."

"That makes sense," he replied.

"And if you are certain the offer will at least be considered then drop to your knees when you make the offer. Make it clear that you are willing to offer yourself. Look up at the person and make eye contact," I instructed.

The kid was cute enough, but he came across as uninterested in everything. Even though he said serving people made him happy.

He looked directly at me and slowly dropped to his knees. His long hair went nearly to his ass and now it really looked long as he kneeled in front of where I was sitting.

"I'd really like to offer my, ummm, holes to you for your pleasure, Mr. Ian."

"Now that looks good, Billy. If you do that for Dad, I'm sure he'd see you more seriously. Now, take that shirt off and let me have a look at you."

Billy pulled the t-shirt he had on over his head, then shook his hair out again. A very femme move. The hair seemed to be so natural on him. Very girlish, but in a small way just boyish. He raked his fingers through his hair and made sure it was falling behind him. I stood up in front of him and he maintained eye contact.

"Now, if a Man says yes to your offer, you will need to behave as if you are excited, Billy. You might be nervous or hesitant, but remember, you just asked for his cock, show excitement in having it provided to you."

He tried to smile. At least he did put a smile on but it looked silly.

"Well, you'll have to work on that. You don't smile much, do you, Billy?"

"I don't think about it too much," was all he said in reply.

"Go ahead, Billy. Get my cock out and let's see how you do."

"Thank you, Mr Ian."

Billy pulled my sweats down and looked at my cock. It wasn't fully hard. Billy didn't really turn me on, though I admit giving him instructions had inflated it some. He reached out and took it in his hand. He had pretty hands, long slim fingers with deep nail beds. I wondered if Dad would have him grow them out and painting his nails before long. That was Dad's thing. He just looked at it for a while and hefted it. The he stuck out his tongue and licked at the head.

"That's it. Get it wet first, then slip in between those pretty lips," I encouraged him.

He licked all over the head then slid his lips down my shaft. He was kissing the shaft while his tongue darted in and out moistening it so he could slide more in his mouth. After doing this for a bit Billy moved back to the head and put it in his mouth.

"Look up ere when you do that," I told him. "You want to see my eyes and you want to know if you are doing something pleasurable for me."

He looked up and I liked what I saw, a femme boy with my cock in his mouth. I smiled big so he knew that it was pleasing me to see him like that. I put a hand on his head and rubbed it. He kept his eyes up as he began sliding up and down my cock.

"That's it, Billy. That feels good. Feel that cock getting hard in your mouth?" He nodded. "Yeah, remember to breathe when you back off a cock, then go down it again. Just stay relaxed and show your skills. Don't get nervous because that tightens up your muscles and won't allow you to feel the full cock inside you. It looks big, but maintain your relaxed state and have confidence that you can provide pleasure and make that cock shoot a load."

I pressed harder on his head and began pulling him onto my dick. I wanted to know if he would handle the breathing properly and see how far back my cock would go before he gagged. He was sliding up and down pretty well. He didn't have a problem getting me slick. About 6 inches of my cock made it in before I got to the back of his throat. I pulled back on his head and my cock flopped out of his mouth.

"Did you swallow Dad's cock? Did you deep throat him?"

"Yes, at the end of the blow job he shoved all the way in and came in my throat."

"Well I want you to swallow it earlier," I told him. "If you swallow it when I am not fully hard it will give you time to adjust to it when you have me fully hard."

"Okay, Mr. Ian. I will."

"Good boy, Billy."

He went back on to my cock. This time he made a point of getting down the shaft quickly. I could feel him open the back of his throat and swallow. At that point, the rest went in easy. He did that a couple times and then I grabbed his head again and held it down on my dick.

"Keep it there Billy. I'm getting hard now. Swallow again." I could feel his throat clench and grasp my dick as he swallowed and the motion it created made me get harder. "Yeah, that's it. Feel it stretch you out. Adjust to it, Dad is almost as big as me."

I pulled back and Billy breathed. He saw my cock fully hard for the first time. He showed enthusiasm and went back to it immediately. When it got to the back of his throat he paused but he relaxed and I was able to slowly slide back inside.

"Good job, Billy! You got it back inside after it was fully hard."

He continued to work on my cock and he did a pretty good job too. He could use more tongue on the head and in general he could do more with his tongue. I gave him the feedback and he began trying out different suggestions. He was gagging plenty and his eyes were watering, just the sort of thing that made me appreciate a faggot. They were dedicated to the cock. I moved my had more firmly to his head and took more control of his pace. I smacked his face a few times with my dick. Throat slime smeared over his face as it smacked down. Then plunge it back in to his gullet. I was enjoying the practice Billy was getting. But this wasn't what he had really wanted to practice.

"Let's go to your room, Billy. I'll let you practice riding my cock."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you," he said genuinely.

Once we got there, I wasted no time in getting his pants off. He had a tiny little butt and was skinny. Like he looked like a thin girl except his hips were small. I could totally see Dad making him more femme if he opened up his marriage with Mom. Thing was he did have a pretty big dick, though it was not hard. It just swung between his legs. I wondered if Billy had ever fucked my Mom.

"You do stuff with my Mom too Billy? Or just Dad?" I asked him. He looked at me for a moment then decided he'd answer.

"I do what Mr. McNeil says I am allowed to do. I give her massages and well, I also give her happy endings for the massage."

"With your hands or with your dick, Billy?" He genuinely looked shocked.

"No, I've never, no. Only with my hands or my tongue."

"You should think about using your dick. She'd like that, seeing as how you look good sized enough to please her."

"You think so, Mr. Ian? Mr. McNeil hasn't told me if I am allowed to do that yet."

"He's letting you give her oral sex, and giving her orgasms, how different is it if you give her some dick."

"I will need to get hard for that," he said very thoughtfully. "I might cum inside her. Is Mrs. McNeil on birth control?" I had to laugh at his question.

"I'm pretty sure she's either on birth control, she had her tubes tied, or she's been through menopause early, Billy. Otherwise, she'd be pregnant all the time with my Dad giving her the dick."

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's right."

"So, bend over that bed, Billy. Get your ass in the air."

He did as I said. I went around to his mouth first and got him to get my cock wet again. Then I went behind him and spit on his hole. He'd obviously been fucked before, but his hole was nowhere near as big as say Danni or Timmy. It might hurt some but he'd be fine I figured. I fingered him hole once or twice and didn't hear any complaint. My cock was well slimed up and so I just lined it up and began my entry.

Billy was a true champion. He didn't moan, didn't try to stop me or complain at all. I just slowly but forcefully entered him and began to stretch him open until after a minute or so, I was deep inside his hole.

"You did it Billy. It's all inside you. How'd that feel?"

"I'm very full," he said matter of factly. "I wasn't sure I could do it."

His thoughts were definitely not something that would motivate someone or get them sexed up. He'd need to be a bit more involved in the process if he was going to make someone feel good. There is an incredible feeling of domination when I get to fill up an ass or pussy with my cock. And I like the person I am filling to appreciate it, to understand just what they are taking inside.

"So Billy, when you are having sex with someone, anyone, you want to make them feel good, correct?"

"Yes, of course. Doesn't it feel good to you, Mr. Ian?" I chuckled.

"Yes, you feel great, Billy, but you didn't react at all. Sex is two, sometimes more, people joining bodies and minds for an experience. You need to try to join them in the experience. It's an action and reaction. Feedback goes both ways.

"Okay, Mr. Ian. I'll try."

"Do you receive any feelings physically from this Billy?"

"I don't get much emotionally, Sir, until it is over. Then I know that It was pleasurable for the man."

"But physically, does it interest you at all?" He didn't answer right away. He was turned around looking at me, my cock buried inside him.

"I can feel it, and my body sometimes reacts as a body will, but I don't know really what makes it interesting unless it beings the other person pleasure."

"So that is what makes an asexual, Billy?"

"I guess, yeah. It just isn't that interesting to me."

"Huh, well, if you are going to have sex, even if it is just to please other people, it will help you if you at least express what your body is doing or feeling. It gives feedback to the other person. Men and probably women, want someone they are having sex with to also express emotion or feelings. So, if something turns you on, say so, or if something hurts say something, or if somehow something does feel good, then moan or be vocal about it."

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Ian. I'll try to be more focused."

"Good boy. Let me ask again, how did that feel?"

"It really stretched me, Mr. Ian. I thought you were ramming your fist into me."

"Maybe someday, Billy, but you need to adjust to cock first," I replied. "Now, beg me to fuck you. Make it believable."

"Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard. Show me what you can do with your cock."

"That's better, Billy."

"It's really big," he grunted as I pulled back some.

I began to fuck. I was not going to go easy on him. If he wanted to know what Dad's cock was going to be like he would need to deal with my size first.

"You have a nice hole, Billy. If you want to serve my Dad, he'll turn it into a pussy," I told him. "He'll fuck this hole regularly and open it up big."

"Oh god, it's soooo big," Billy said.

I really wanted to see more of Billy. His hair hung around his head and I couldn't get a sense of what he was thinking. I used both my hands and wrapped his hair up in my hand. I pulled on his hair and pulled him up towards me. No problem there, his hair was long enough to easily grab a hold of. Timmy's was just getting long enough to grab onto these days. His back was arched now. I reached my other hand around and began to play with a nipple. Tiny really. Not much to grab on to.

"Dad will change your body around, Billy. He'll make you work on these nipples."

"Ugh," he grunted as I pinched and twisted. "If it pleases him, I'll work on it," he replied.

"Good boy. Turning yourself over to him will change things around here, Billy. "

"Yes, Sir, ugh"

"I'm not going to go easy on you, Billy. Dad will be rough."

"Yes, give it to me. I want it."

I plugged him mercilessly. I wanted him to have an idea of what Dad would expect. Once his hole loosened up a bit, I pulled all the way back and slammed it home repeatedly. I pulled my cock out several times to watch the gape build. I smacked that hole with my hard dick.

"Fuck, oh fuck, you're so big."

I was getting some emotion out of him, but it was mostly about how big I was. Not that I minded hearing that, I knew it was true.

I pulled all the way out and flipped Billy over. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to try to get some more reaction from him. His hair hung all around his head now. His smooth chest was small and highlighted only by those small nipples. I noticed his dick again. It looked half hard. I wondered if I could get him to cum through fucking. He'd make some noise that way. I'd try some new strategy. See if telling him how good it felt for me got him more into it.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Billy, so tight. Love how you're making my cock feel."

"Ohhh, yesssss, fuck me," he replied immediately.

"Damn, boy, your ass is so hot. I'm gonna want to do this again."

"Give it to me, Mr. Ian. I want it."

I smacked him across the face, just to do it. Not real hard, but hard enough to make his head move. He'd need to know how rough Dad could be. I'd heard from Danni that Dad could be rough at times. Billy's dick seemed to be getting harder. Maybe this was how to approach him, using him for pleasure.

"Yeah, take my cock, bitch, feels so damn good to use your hole."

"Ooooohhh, yeah." Oh, god, you're so big."

"You need to get used to it boy, there'll be bigger things in your hole," I told him.

"I know you're right, It's why I wanted to practice."

"Okay, that's not sexy," I told him and smacked him again. "Stay focused."

Billy reached around and felt my cock going in and out of him and his eyes got wider. He wrapped his hand around my cock and felt its size again. I continued fucking as his hand wrapped around my cock. Then he touched the sides of his hole that I had stretched open and was battering now.

"Oh god, my asshole is so open. It feels so amazing. I've never had anything this big inside me."

"You'll never be the same, Billy. Your asshole will soon be my Dad's second pussy. He'll take it and make it his. You'll be serving him not just as houseboy, but as his fucktoy, serving the needs of his cock," I told him.

"Ohhhh, goddddd, yes," he moaned.

"Once he takes control, Billy, you'll be his forever. He doesn't let his possessions go easily. Look how long he and Mom have been together."

"Yessss, I want to belong to him. I want that," he moaned.

His dick was fully hard now, and would have been impressive on most people, but on Billy it looked funny. Here was this skinny, long-haired, fag laid out on his bed, gripping the side of his bed, taking my huge cock and getting off about being controlled by my Dad.

"Yeah, your pussy is going to make him happy, Billy. He'll love this nice warm, tight hole. Feels so good to me."

"Ohhhh, shit, ohhhh, something is happening. I think I'm going to cum," he wailed."

"let it out Billy. It's okay to cum when a man fucks you. You can't control it."

"Noooo, I don't want to cum."

"Too bad, boy, sometimes a Man will make you cum even when you don't want to do it."

"Yessssss, oh fuckkkkk, yesssss, I'm going to cum. Can't stop it."

I sped up my fucking. I was hitting some his P-spot and Billy was clenching my cock, wrapping his warm cunt around my dick. I didn't slow down, just hammered home the reality of what he'd be facing soon with Dad's dick.

"Let it out, boy. Let it go," I coaxed him. "I want to see that load of fag cum."

When he shot, I was honestly amazed. Long ropes of thick cum shot out and splashed his face. Not just one shot either, but several long ropes of cum. He shot a huge load. It was fucking HOT! Next thing I knew I was filling his cunt with my seed. His load inspired me.

"Filling your pussy, Billy. Giving you my seed. Gonna knock you up. CUMINGGGGG, Ugh, yes, take it, boy. Take my load!"

As I slowly came down from my high, I opened my eyes and looked down at Billy. He was truly covered in cum. From his navel up to his face and covering him in his own slimy mess.

"Fuck, Billy, you cum a lot," I said. It sounded dumb after I said it, as if he didn't know that fact already.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it. It's embarrassing," he blushed.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's pretty impressive," I told him. "You'd have no problem knocking up someone if you wanted."

"I'm pretty sure I don't want to do that," he said. "I just want to be part of a family and serve them, help them."

"Seems like you are getting there," I told him. "From what I hear, you are doing fine."

He got up and grabbed a t-shirt to wipe himself off. He didn't seem to be one to lay around after sex.

"I need to get back to the kitchen. Thanks for fucking me, Mr. Ian. I feel better knowing I can take Mr. McNeil's cock now. It was big, but I can do it," he noted.

"You did fine Billy. I don't know what Dad will do to you, he can be rough, and he may lock your dick up to keep that whole cuming thing under control some."

"That's fine. If it pleases him, then I'm good with that. I just want him to be happy with everything," he replied. "I'm going now," was all he said as he pulled on the rest of his clothes and disappeared.

I eventually got up from his bed and put on my sweats and the t-shirt I had on. I wandered back to Timmy and found him sleeping. I slid back into the bed next to him. He felt my weight on the bed and turned so that his ass was pointing towards me. I slid my arm around him. We lay that way for a minute or so then Timmy stirred.

"You smell like sex," he declared. I laughed. I guess his nose was pretty good.

"Yeah," was all I said. I wasn't going to lie to him. I was going to live my life openly.

"But who were you fucking? Danny?" he asked.

"No, it was Billy. He wanted to know what taking the famous McNeil dick was like. He wants Dad to fuck him but was afraid it would be too big when it happens. So, he wanted to take a test ride on mine. Who am I to deny someone who wants to see what my cock feels like?"

Timmy rolled over to look at me. "You'll fuck anything won't you?" he asked, or stated.

"No, there are some things I won't fuck," I said sternly. "I'm not fucking a lot of things I could fuck if I wanted to do that."

I reached around and smacked his ass hard. In turn, Timmy moaned as I did it.

"I'm soooo horny," he announced. "I can't cum and it makes me horny all the time."

I smiled. Good I thought, he's learning what controlling that dick of his will do to him. Controlling his dick was going to be fun. Hell, controlling any fag was fun, but getting one to give up their dick was a huge turn on for me, more than I had imagined. Now, not only did Timmy want my dick, he was dependent on it for pleasure.

"What can you do about that horniness, Timmy?"

"Ask you to fuck me, Sir. Please, will you fuck me?"

"Look who's begging for cock. Hard to believe you thought you were straight a few months ago," I teased him. "Seems like you were just a fag hiding from the world."

"Yessss, I'm a real fag now, I need your cock to get off, I need to get fucked."

I fingered his hole as he squirmed around, trying to fuck himself on my finger. I slid a second finger inside his pussy. There was no need for lube, no need to do anything at this point. He was horny and his hole by now just seemed to be always wet and ready for my cock. Fucking a guy was always a turn on for me now, even more so when I knew that fag was mine. Just thinking about how much he needed a cock in him got me boned up quickly. Knowing how warm, wet, and tight his cunt would feel, how he was more than happy to give it up to me, how he would do anything to get fucked by me was a huge brain high.

"How's that hole feel today Timmy? You took two cocks like a champ yesterday."

"Mmmmmm, it feels empty. A little stretched and sore, but no real pain."

He was acting just like a woman wanting some dick. He was purring as I fingered him. I watched as his dick tried to swell his plastic cage. He didn't move to touch it at all. He had always showed good restraint in reaching for it once I told him it wasn't allowed. I pulled my fingers out and he let out a sigh of disappointment. I moved my hand up to his mouth. He took my arm for his hands and brought it automatically to his lips. He parted his lips and started sucking and licking at my fingers. I pulled them back and ran them over his titties. He was developing nicely. His pecs were getting bigger. His nipples were large now, pointing out instead of the flat nubs he used to have. He let out a slight moan as I ran my fingers around twisting and touching them gently.

"Billy got some of your dick this morning, Sir, can I please have some too, please??"

I smiled. I lifted his leg up and spit on my hand and rubbed the head of my cock and pushed it into his pussy. He groaned and gave in, letting me slide inside.

"That's it baby, you are so open now for my cock. So fucking hot that you need it so bad."

"Yesssss, mmmm, feels so good. I love getting fucked by you."

He started chewing on my pecs, licking and slurping at them with his tongue. Then he moved on to my pit, running his face all though the thick hair there, slurping up and stink.

I pushed off the mattress and moved to where I was over him, still buried in that warm hole. This would be a good long fuck. I had just emptied my nuts into Billy and now I'd eventually do the same to Timmy. Fuck, it was damn hot to get a piece of ass anytime I wanted it. I pushed his thighs down to his pecs and displayed that hole and my cock sunk to the hilt inside it. It was so open after yesterday. It felt so good taking ownership each time I did this to him. Showing him what a fag he was, it was even better hearing him beg for it now.

"You like that? You like that cock in you, boy?"

"Oh fuck, I love it. I love your cock. I need it so bad now."

"Yeah, you'll need it more than ever now. You have an itch to scratch you can't get to yourself."

"I want to cum so baaad. I'm soooo horny," he moaned as I started my fuck.

"I'm gonna find that spot and just milk that p-spot with my cock, boy."

"Yeesssssss, yes, make me cum, please make me cum."

"It hasn't even been a week, baby. What's going to happen if you can't get off right away?" I asked him.

"I want to cum. Please, make me cum, Sir!"

"Have you ever had trouble cumming while with me, boy? You ever not got your nuts off?" I asked. "Remember your training. Focus on my dick and how it makes you feel, focus on my dick and work that pussy to get me off."

"Ooooohhhhhh, god, it feels sooo good. I need to get fucked," he squealed.

He was milking my cock with his pussy. I swear he could control every bit of his pussy, not just the first ring. His ass development was impressive. I'm sure some of it had to do with his need to cum after a few days.

"It's only going to get worse for a while, Timmy, if you aren't going to cum immediately on your own," I warned him.

"Oh, god, I want to cum. I'll learn, I need to cum."

"You'll learn, you're right, you'll need to cum soon, if you don't get off now."

Okay I was teasing him, I knew that, but I also thought it might help him get off if I kept reminding him he wasn't going to be using his dick as he had in the past.

"When is the last time you jerked off, Timmy? When is the last time you came using your hand? I asked."

"A long time ago, before I started sucking your cock. Oh god, yes, I can feel your cock hitting me just right"

"That's right," I told him as I pounded his hole. "And how have you gotten off since then?"

"You, Sir. Oh god, you feel so good. You get me off," he answered.

"That's right, so is there any difference now? Who's going to get you off now?"

"You will, you will, oh god, it feels so close."

"You're leaking Timmy," I let him know. "Your little locked dick is leaking for me. It's always dripping for me whether I lock it up or not."

He raised his head to look at his dick. It throbbed in his plastic cage. But a little blob of cum was dripping out of the opening. He dropped his head back onto the bed. I kept up my fuck. I was plunging in to hit that p-spot inside my boy. I was probably going soft giving him a gift like this.

"Oh god, I wanna cum," he mumbled.

"Then do it, Timmy. Just cum, cum for ME."

And what do you know, the boy did cum. My faggot listened to me and got off with me inside him as he usually did.

"Ooohhhhhh, god, I'm cumming. Ooohhhhh, god," Timmy squealed in that fag-pitched voice he had at times like this.

His load sprayed out of the cage. Not like it normally would, his dick was restrained from getting hard, but there was a little shot or two spraying out on his stomach. His cunt clamped down hard on my cock, massaging and squeezing as I fought to keep pumping away at it. I only got a few more strokes in before I unloaded in him.

"Yeah, take my load, boy. Take it!!"

I shoved all the way in and emptied my nuts deep. It felt much better breeding my boy than breeding Billy. This fag wanted it all, not just a trial run.

"Ohhhh, fuck, Timmy. Your hole is the best. I love nutting inside you. Nothing like your pussy on my cock."

I collapsed on top of him. I pushed his cage out of the way and just lay there thinking about all the pussy I'd gotten over the break. Old, young, boy, girl, fag. Damn, I was one lucky man. I could get all the pussy I wanted plus keep a fag as my main girl. I rolled off Timmy and fell asleep thinking about how I'd learned so much about control and what I could learn going forward.