Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2021 22:39:25 -0600
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boys' Boy 20

My Boy's Boy Part 20

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This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink
and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I
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Craig's View

Tom and I emptied my storage unit of BDSM gear, packed it in my Uhaul
and headed back. I swear he had a boner half the time we were packing
it up, no doubt thinking about the last time it had been used. My
boyfriend before Craig had really enjoyed the scene, was a submissive,
and definitely enjoyed punishment. To be honest, he really needed the
punishment too.

I did not realize how much I missed using the equipment until I saw
it. My cock had to be harder more than half the time we were packing.
My erection was not just from the last time I had used it. My aroused
crotch was also because I was planning to use it again. I had to force
myself to concentrate so that the items were packed securely enough to
not fall over during transport.

Some items looked innocuous enough. There were others that would
elicit stares from people who saw us moving them out. Fortunately
there were not many people at the storage facility, but neither Tom
nor I would have cared if we got odd looks or not. The only real
stares we got were from a guy who looked to be in his early thirties.
He stood outside smoking and I swear he did it just to watch us move
the equipment.

He even asked me one time "You must be putting on a show or
something." I just responded, "for know it's something."

I smiled and stared right at him after I said it. He had a sheepish
look on his face. I could tell he knew exactly what the equipment was
for--after all, he didn't ask what we were doing with the equipment. As
we were shutting up the moving van, he approached Tom and I and asked
us if we needed any help setting up the equipment.

I asked him if he was familiar with using the equipment, without being
specific about what it was used for. He smiled apprehensively and said
a "an former buddy of his use to have equipment like that." I told him
that I'd set it up before and my friend was very experienced in using
the items for their intended purpose.

Then he added, "well here's a card with my contact info...feel free to
each out if you need someone to help you see if it's working
correctly."

I took the card, thanked him and got in my vehicle to head back home.
Tom did the same. I kept the card as I thought it might come in handy.

Tom and I unpacked the equipment first and put it in the spare
basement room. I told him we could set it up later as I didn't want
Kevin or Dylan to see us moving it in. There would be time to set it
up later. Just thinking about it made me hard. This was going to be so
much fun, at least for one of us.

Kevin's View

I saw the landlord watching me fuck Dylan. I just kept fucking him. I
figured if the guy walked in unannounced, he saw whatever he saw. When
he stood there watching, I knew he enjoyed it. Why watch otherwise?

If there was any question in my mind, it was gone when the landlord
pulled out his dick and started jacking off as I fucked Dylan. It was
as if he was matching my thrusts into Dylan's ass with his hand
stroking his own cock. I started making a little more noise once I
knew the landlord was really into watching us fuck. I pulled my dick
out a little further just so he could really see my prick entering
Dylan's hole. He was standing at just the right angle to see. Dylan
was facing away from the guy and was too into getting dick in his ass
to be thinking of anything else.

And then I saw the guy nut. All over the apartment floor. When I saw
him spew, I dumped my own load into Dylan. I liked putting on a show
just as much as Craig.

The drive home was uneventful other than Dylan worrying about what
Craig was going to do to him. Dylan could not stop obsessing about
Craig being disappointed in him and Craig being mad at him. He was
like a little kid worrying about being punished instead of a
twenty-three year old who had fucked up as an adult.

I didn't know what Craig would do. I had only fucked up once to where
Craig got mad and it really was something out of my control. I don't
even remember what it was. All I remember is Craig saying "What the
fuck were you thinking?" and me feeling upset that I had made him mad.
>From that point on, I worked harder than ever to please Craig. And
even when he was occasionally irritated with me (which I knew he was
from time to time), it never escalated into any real sort of argument.

But I sensed Craig was really mad at Dylan. I'd never done anything to
the extent of losing my car and getting evicted from my apartment
before I moved in with Craig. I almost thought Craig had some sort of
punishment in store for Dylan.

And the more I thought about Dylan being punished by Craig, the harder
my cock got. But I didn't tell Dylan that. Instead I told him that
Craig was concerned about Dylan and that Craig loved him and wanted
what was best for him?

"Craig loves me Dad?" Dylan asked.

"Yes he does." I answered. "You just thought he loved your sweet hole?"

"Yeah, but I didn't really understand how he loved me. Maybe I'm still
confused about certain aspects of him, you, and me."

"Don't worry Dylan, we'll figure it out. In the meantime, you've got a
place to stay and keep your stuff."

"But what about a car?" Dylan asked.

"Don't push it. Do not push it."

I pulled into the driveway.

"Let's get your stuff moved in and this trailer back to the rental
company. Then we can start figuring other stuff out."

Dylan's View

I was worried about how Craig would react. Dad tried to assure me that
he wouldn't be too mad and that I would survive whatever reaction he
had, but I was not so certain. I decided to just tread lightly around
Craig, try to read his emotions, and respond accordingly. I didn't
want to rock the boat. After all, Dad told me that Craig did love me
and he was giving me a place to stay.

I just hoped he still loved my sweet hole as well. I realized how much
I liked to get fucked, how much I liked men, and how much I wanted to
be with Dad and Craig.

When we pulled up to the house, Craig and Tom were already there
unloading the things Craig had gotten from his parents' house. There
didn't seem to be much in the trailer for as big as it was, but I
wasn't going to ask Craig about it. He said that for now, we could put
my things in the space above the attached garage. It was a really
large room and my things didn't take up too much space.

Tom said he had to get back home and while Dad and Craig returned
their trailers, I organized my stuff. There was a desk and some random
furniture in the room, but no bed and no closet. I wasn't certain
where Craig had put the furniture or whatever he had brought with him.

But I was horny. Just being around Craig had really gotten me aroused.
More aroused than I could handle. Now that I was here and had no car,
there would be no hooking up on the app. I wondered if Craig would
even fuck me any more. I needed something in my ass before Dad and
Craig got home.

My hole was itching to be fucked. I needed to be fucked. I needed to
be fucked bad. I stripped off my clothes and wet one finger and slid
it into my ass. It felt good, but it was no dick and it was not big
enough or at least not as big as I needed. There had to be something
in this house I could shove up my ass.

And then I remembered Craig like to drink bottled beer.

I ran to the kitchen and looked in the trash. No beer bottles. I
opened the fridge. There were three bottles of beer. Perfect. I opened
one up and quickly drank it. The only thing good about that was that
it loosened my inhibitions. I knew I needed something to use for lube.
I was racking my brain and found some cooking oil. I was desperate. I
poured some over the top of the bottle and spread it around. I wiped
the oil off my hand because I was finding it hard to hold the bottle.
I finally decided to just put the bottle on the middle of the kitchen
floor and sit myself over it.

I squatted and lowered myself on the bottle. I could feel it probing
at my pucker and I pushed down and tried to relax. Pushing a little
harder, I felt it enter me. I moaned. It felt so good. Not like a
human dick, but it was betting than my damn finger.

I moved down so more of the bottle was in me. It felt so good. I
moaned. And I moaned and slid down some more. I wasn't certain how
much of the bottle was in me, but I could tell my ass was getting
really close to the floor. It felt so good.

My cock was so hard.

My nipples were so hard.

I was so horny.

I moved up a little and moved back down. This made it look like I was
fucking myself with the bottle. I guess I was. I moaned as I
reinserted it in to me. It felt to good. I moved up and then down
again. I moaned. The movement felt so good. I started to move up and
down faster.

It felt so good fucking myself on that beer bottle. It felt so damn
good. I started to forget where I was.

I moaned. I groaned. I fucked my ass with that bottle on the kitchen
floor. I was lost in pleasure when I discovered how to make that
bottle hit that magic spot in my ass. Oh fuck. If felt so good.

"Ohhhhhh fuck. That feels good in my hole .I love getting fucked up my
ass." I moaned, I groaned. I kept my ass still and worked my nipples
hard.

Then I nearly screamed as my orgasm approached. I could feel it in my balls.

"Fuck me Dad! Fuck me Craig! Just fuck me like the slut I am! Ram me!"

"Oh we are gonna fuck you all right," Craig said in his deep masculine voice.

They were in the kitchen and could see me!

I shot my load right there.

Craig's View

Kevin and I arrived home at the same time only to find Dylan in the
kitchen fucking himself with a beer bottle. I couldn't decide to laugh
because it was such a cliché or let my dick get hard because it was so
arousing. Fuck, I could do both. It was funny and I can't force my
dick to not get hard.

"Nice show boy and it's nice to know that you want your Dad and I to
fuck you. We will talk about that later.

Right now, take the beer bottle out of your ass. Put on at least a
jockstrap--you can wear the one of mine that you have--and join us in
the living room for a little talk in no more than five minutes.

"I'm going to get more comfortable Kevin. You can too if you want." I
immediately stripped down to my jockstrap. I was wearing one of my
favorite leather ones. They showed my erections a little less
obviously, but now that we were home it really did not matter. Kevin
followed suit and was soon just wearing his jockstrap himself. For
some reason, he looked sexier than usual and I gave him a firm embrace
and kiss as we waited for Dylan to join us in the living room.

Dylan entered the room and I told him to sit down. He sat on a
recliner and Kevin and I were on the couch.

"We need to have a talk, Dylan. But before we talk, you are going to
have a `listen.'"

"Yes Craig," Dylan replied. He looked nervous.

"For starters, from now on, you will call me `Daddy' unless told
otherwise. Not even your Dad calls me `Craig' and I see no reason why
you should be given that privilege when your own Dad is not allowed
it. Next. You will need to get a job. You don't have to get one
`today,' but you need to be actively looking and trying to find
employment. I am not buying you a replacement care. You will have to
earn the money for that yourself. You fucked up your credit with the
repo. Once you have a job, and there have been no issues, I'll help
you get a loan to get a moderately priced one. You do not have to pay
me back the money I paid your old landlord."

"But I need a car..."

"Dylan...I am not finished yet."

He nodded in agreement.

"I am not mad because you lost your job. That happens. It's happened
to your Dad. It's happened to me. Shit happens. It is your reaction to
this that is the problem. I'm not certain how actively you were
looking for a new job. I hope you really were. The problem is that you
didn't reach out to your Dad or to me and let us know about your
situation. Were you going to wait until you didn't have anything eat
or were on the street? I'm mad that you didn't reach out when you
needed help. I'm not mad that you lost your job."

Then I stopped and realized that I misspoke.

"I said `I.' I should have said your Dad and I because we have
discussed this and he agrees with me. Even if you thought your Dad
didn't have the money to help you, you should have let him know you
were having troubles. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Craig."

"I'm not making you pay me back...that's not why I do things and that's
not how I role. But I do think you need to be punished. Wouldn't you
agree?"

"Maybe. But I did lose my car. Isn't that punishment?"

"No it's not and no maybe about it. You're going to be spanked."

"Spanked? Are you serious?"

"Yes I am very serious. You can get over here and get on my knee
voluntarily or your Dad will help you get on my knee."

"But I'm not eight years old."

"No you are not. But you acted in an immature way and you will be
punished. That's what Dads do to boys who misbehave. You are too old
to be grounded and I don't feel like fucking with that. I prefer
immediate punishments that can be felt. It's time Dylan."

"On my knee. Now" I was using my pissed-off voice and I stared directly at him.

Kevin was staring at him.

"I'm willing to help you out, but you are going to have to take
punishments when you earn them."

"I'm not telling you again."

"What if I don't, Daddy?"

"Then I won't send the money to your old landlord and that will make
it hard as hell to get an apartment when you move out."

Dylan got up.

Dylan walked over to me and stood in front of me.

My leather jockstrap hid it, but my cock was hard. I didn't always
leak precum, but I could feel it in the pouch.

I helped him get across my lap.

"Dylan, you are going to get 40 swats to your ass from my hand. If you
seriously try and get up, we will start over until you've had 40
without getting up. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Craig."

"This is for your own good Dylan."

I raised my hand, swatted him and counted "1." He cried out in pain.
For tonight, he would be allowed to make noise. This was after all his
first time and getting forty swats out of him would be doing good.

I raised my hand, swatted him and counted "2."

"That fucking hurt."

I decided that swearing on his part was not allowed. "Dylan, there
will be no swearing while I spank you. Understood?"

He waited to reply. I spanked him. "Yes Dad."

"That does not count towards your spanks." I struck his ass again and
counted "3."

My cock was so hard. I continued to spank him and his ass started to
get a little pink and then a brighter and brighter shade of red. Kevin
just stared at Dylan's ass the entire time. He could not take his eyes
off of it. I could feel Dylan's erect cock rubbing against my leg as I
spanked him. If the truth be told, I was not spanking him all that
hard. It was his first time and I wanted to punish him, but I needed
to break him into this at a reasonable level.

Dylan was crying. I could hear it in the sounds he made. Kevin was
watching. The fucker was hard. He was wearing a thin white jockstrap
and it was clear that he was aroused by his own son getting spanked.
This was going better than I thought.

"40. Just be glad it wasn't more and they weren't harder."

Dylan moved around on my lap and hugged me. I hugged him back. He was
in tears and sobbing. I was at the height of sexual arousal. He was
blubbering, telling me how much it hurt, how sorry he was, how he
would be a better boy. And on it went.

"Dylan. You were fucking yourself on a beer bottle when your Dad and I
got home. Now it's time for the real thing. Your Daddy needs to give
you some pleasure now that he's punished you."

"But my ass hurts Cr...err..Daddy."


"Exactly, but Daddy's going to make it feel good."

Dylan was still limp and submissive from his spanking. I bent him over
the back of the couch. His ass was so red that I hated to touch it,
but I had to so I could spread his cheeks. He winced in pain and then
I put my tongue on his pucker and made out with his asshole. I was
making love to his pucker with my tongue. My cock was aching to get
out of my jockstrap. I couldn't hold off any longer.

I got up, took off my jockstrap, and decided that for this fuck there
would be no warm-up blow job. I wanted that hole.

"Dylan. Daddy punishes you because you need to learn. I don't punish
you because I enjoy it. I punish you because you need to submit to
Daddy. You need to be Daddy's good boy and Daddy will be good to you.
Do you understand?"

No reply.

I spanked him one more time. Hard.

He winced in pain.

"Do you understand."

"Yes, Daddy. I understand. I need punishment."

I spanked him again. "You want to be punished."

I did not wait for a response and shoved my cock in his hole as deep
as I could. I was hornier than I had been in ages and fucked him like
I was in heat. In and out. In and out. Ramming that young, tight,
sweet hole. I could feel his ass squeeze my cock so tightly, so
snugly, like I was born to fuck his hole or his hole was made to take
my cock. I could feel myself leaking, which usually meant my balls
were tight and my orgasm was coming, but my balls were loose. I was
just that horny that I was already pumping pre-cum out of my cock as I
gave it to Dylan.

I motioned for Kevin to approach Dylan's face and he did.

"Dylan. Suck your Dad while I fuck you."

Kevin smiled as his cock entered Dylan's mouth. It was unusual for
Kevin to cum this way in my presence and I could tell he was eager to.
He was rutting away at Dylan's face like he'd never cum before. Kevin
looked at me and smiled. He looked at me and I swear I could see his
love for me on his face. I looked at him back and hoped I was doing it
in the same way.

It was hard to concentrate with Dylan's cock squeezing my cock with
every thrust and movement I made. I was hitting Dylan's spot and I
could tell he was getting close to having his own orgasm.

When he was really close and I sensed he would be unable to stop, I
pulled my cock out of his ass. And I spanked him hard four times.

He shot his load all over the floor and his own Dad creamed his mouth.

Aroused by their orgasms, I shoved my dick in his hole and four
thrusts later I was breeding his ass myself.

I pulled out. Hugged Dylan and said he did a really good job.

I smiled at Kevin and said "You're next."

He looked at me quizzically and I said "for a fucking, Kevin. For a
fucking. Did you think I was going to spank your ass too?"

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