Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2023 11:48:51 -0500 From: j author Subject: Two Straight Rednecks part 4 This story is 100% fictional. Any similarities to people dead or alive is an accident. If you like Nifty, donate to them! They need your money to run. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ---- Raw, horny, perverted and raunchy material within. If you don't like that, don't read. Always appreciate feedback and more from readers. Feel free to shoot an email, or message me on Twitter. ---- Since their wild night at Officer Roscoe's, a lot had changed for Harley and Wade. Getting fucked and stretched by Roscoe, Bruce, huge toys--or a combination of the three--became a near daily event for the two redneck studs. In a short couple of years, they had gone from boning chicks together to getting boned like chicks. In some ways, they had both grown to prefer getting fucked over fucking. Roscoe's training was paying off. The guys were rawer, raunchier, and hornier than ever. He had wanted to set them loose and get them to realize their full potential, and they were most definitely doing so. To help them reach it, the boys had even started supplementing with steroids and testosterone. Not that they needed the boost, but they looked mighty fine juiced up huge and filled to the brim with masculine hunger. Roscoe had also been training the puffy nipples on their fat pecs, encouraging Harley and Wade to pump, suction, and clamp them whenever they got the chance. The result was two white trash hunks who were tall, wide, thick, and raring to fuck at all times. Their biceps both were quickly approaching 20 inches, and they had nearly started splitting their old pants multiple times from how thick their thighs and asses had gotten. They may be on extra hormones, but they were still as beefy and bulky as could be. Their huge cocks dangled from their waists like cobras, but these days, they rarely used them unless something was shoved up their ass. Most of the time they were fucking was with Bruce and Roscoe, and they both preferred using the boys like holes. Especially once Roscoe told Bruce about how he wanted to train the boys. Bruce was over the moon about it, and before long, the two men were tight friends who shared Bruce's son and his buddy. And just like with the guys, Roscoe had been encouraging Bruce to loosen up a little. Let his man flag fly. Harley and Wade were alpha studs and walked around like they knew it--he wanted Bruce to do the same. Wade noticed the difference. His dad was even more in charge when they fucked, whether that be him fucking Wade or Wade fucking him. When they'd go out and about, Bruce had this whole new demeanor that commanded attention. He was braver, confident, even more masculine. Not so straight laced and reserved. A few months in to the guys' new training from Roscoe, he told them that they were going to be making a trip out of town. The guys, Roscoe, and Bruce were going to go shopping for some new gear. And to top it all off, a trip to a tattoo and piercing parlor. So they loaded up in Roscoe's truck and headed out to the more urban area the stores were in. It was a good 45 minute drive, so of course, the men naturally started fooling around a few minutes into the drive. Wade and Bruce sat in the backseat, pants pulled down off their bare asses fingering each other and making out. Wade was bumping and grinding against his less muscled but even beefier and wider dad, moaning and groaning as Bruce pushed right on his prostate with his thick fingers. Roscoe got some nice, long, slow roadhead from Harley, windows down and smoking a cigarette as he got his oversized cock tended to by the young redneck. He let Harley take a few breaks, but by and large, he didn't need them. The young stud had gotten his throat trained up for throat rippers like Roscoe. They went to the sex shop first, pulling their pants up over their slobber coated cocks and holes before hopping out and going inside. Roscoe knew the owner of the shop, a short but burly and hairy Italian man named Leo. They were both bisexual and always ready to get raw and gnarly in the bedroom, so they had had many threesomes together over the years sharing a hole. When they walked in, though, it wasn't Leo at the counter. It was a slim, busty brunette girl who Harley and Wade thought they recognized for a second when memory kicked in. Neither could remember her name, but she had been an early fuck for the guys when they first started hunting pussy together in high school. She immediately recognized the two though, flashing them a toothy grin and waving as the four men strutted into the store before immediately spreading out across it. Wade and Harley shot a quick nod and kept walking. She'd been a good fuck, but nothing remarkable enough to say hi to. Wade and Bruce made their way to the DVDs right next to the sexy apparel. The two men had very similar tastes in porn, straight and gay, so they were going to have a good time showing each other pornos they would want in their collection. Harley and Roscoe, on the other hand, gravitated straight to the toys. Over time, Harley had become quite the dildo freak. While Wade had a small shared collection with Bruce that had a size for every stretch both men could want, Harley liked variety. Wide, long, flared, grooved, Harley loved it all. Wade preferred a slow, plugged up stretch, but Harley wanted to ride. And as he scanned the shelves, his eyes immediately locked one particular big block of rubber. It was casted from a fist, almost the size of his own large one. He looked at the boxed toy and then his hand, squeezing his palm into a veiny fist and grinning. That would feel great up his ass. It was then that he felt Roscoe come up behind him, his bulge practically planted in his side as Roscoe pressed into him. He was just close to him at first, but as he started speaking he leaned in closer to Harley's ear. "Mmm, somethin' caught your eye boy?" he cooed, running his hand down Harley's back and landing on his ass. Harley almost squirmed, shocked at how frisky Roscoe was being out in the open of the sex shop. He was sexually open, but this was a different kind of promiscuous. "Heh, yeah," he nervously chuckled. "That fist looks real appetizing." "Mmm," Roscoe hummed, squeezing Harley's ass. "You ready for a fist up that ass?" Harley half jumped, sinking back into Roscoe, who was now basically in his ear. He shuddered as the officer got even closer, his hot breath hitting the inside of his ear as he groped the stud in the aisle. "I can just give you the real thing, ya' know," he said before groaning and licking into Harley's ear before grinning devilishly. Harley moaned, still not sure how to feel. His eyes darted over to the counter, and the girl he had shared with Wade was watching the whole thing go down. "Fuck, sir," Harley groaned. "Aw, c'mon, boy," Roscoe cooed, lapping in his ear again before kissing on his neck. "No need to be embarrassed. Studs like you should show off." He flicked his head to the counter. "She's enjoyin' it." Harley looked over again, and Roscoe wasn't wrong. The girl was flushed in the face, watching with darting, lustful eyes as the muscle stud got molested by the randy cop. Harley grinned to her, and she looked away looking flustered, typing at the computer and exhaling through her nose. That made Harley feel just fine. He moaned again as Roscoe started kissing and sucking at his neck and ear again, grinding his fat bulge against Harley's side. Harley reach around and pulled him in closer, moaning as Roscoe growled and intensified. He was foreplaying him right in the open, and Harley had never felt so good and horned up. Roscoe was right, it felt right for him to show off a little. Wade and Bruce had made their way over to the apparel, DVDs in arm. Mostly busty MILF types. They looked through the underwear on display until Wade excitedly set down his pornos, pulling a lacey jockstrap off the rack. "This is hot as fuck," he drawled, turning to his dad with a grin. Bruce grinned back and whistled. "Boy, I'd kill you to see you bent over and popping that ass out in that!" Wade grinned even wider. "Say no more," he said, pulling a few of the larger sizes off and picking back up his DVDs. Back in the toys, Harley and Roscoe had filled up their broad arms with goodies of their own. The rubber fist, a set of inflatable buttplugs, and even some harnesses as they made their way down closer to Bruce and Wade. They met up, all beaming wide and sporting semis in their pants. Then, Roscoe turned to the back wall. "Can't forget why we're here," he said, looking over leather gear on the wall. "Harley, Wade, c'mere." He got the guys over and trying on harnesses over their tight fighting tops, but not before sending a text to Leo, the owner of the store. He would be able to open up a back room for the men to try out their equipment. When Leo came out from the back to greet the guys, Harley and Wade about licked their lips in excitement. He was short but buff, bald but hairy all over. Just like the four guys, he was wearing tight clothes that accented his body--his choice being short shorts and a tank. "Roscoe!" he barked excitedly, looking up and grinning to the cop. Roscoe grinned back, walking up and embracing the sex shop owner in a tight hug. "Hey, you got that back room for my guys here?" he said, nodding back to the redneck studs, who were currently in boots, jeans, wifebeaters, and black leather harnesses. Leo nodded. "Yup, sure do." He smiled coyly. "You care if I step in?" "Not at all," Wade responded, goofily smirking after drawling out in adamant approval. Leo flashed his smile back to him. "Now that's what I like to hear. You the two boys he's been training?" Harley nodded. "Yup, guess you could say that." Leo laughed. "Could've guessed by those fuckin' bodies! I've heard a lot of good things about you two." He motioned to the other side of the store. "Y'all ready to head back there?" Bruce was walking to the back before Leo could even finish, and Roscoe just looked at him grinning before looking to Leo. "Let's go!" The five men made their way to the back room of Leo's sex shop, a not so secret fuck cave. There were two slings hung up, both copiously stained with cum and other fluids. Used condoms and cigar butts littered the floor, and the whole room felt trashy as fuck. The men quickly stripped, feeling right at home. Wade and Harley slid their harnesses on and flopped back in the slings, lifting their legs up around the straps and assuming position. Before long, Bruce and Roscoe were down on their knees chewing country boy ass. Bruce dived into Harley's hole, sucking and licking the younger redneck's beefy gash like a pussy as he grunted. Harley moaned in pleasure, grabbing the straps to his side and holding on as Bruce gripped his thick muscle ass, digging in. Wade's pussy got a similar treatment to Harley's, Roscoe aggressively eating him out. Roscoe looked up, drool connecting his lip to Wade's puffy ass. "You ready to get those nips pierced, boy?" he said, licking his lips clean of spit. Wade grinned. "Fuck yeah, I am!" He pinched a bloated, puffy nipple in response, groaning in approval as Roscoe went back to town on his ass. "Yeah, open me up!" Harley barked as Wade boared into his hole, sloppily shoving his mouth and nose into the stud's hole as he ate him out. "Damn, Roscoe, you found you some mighty fine sluts," Leo said, watching the men fuck like animals in his slings. Roscoe turned to him, grinning. "You want a go at this one's ass?" he said, patting Wade's puffy hole with his palm. "Hell yeah I do!" Leo said grinning back, striding over to Wade. His cock was already rock hard, a solid 7 or 8 inches of meat jutting out from his trim waist. And then he got to fucking Wade, easily slipping into the musclestud's ass. All that rough fucking from his dad, Roscoe, and big ass toys had done his hole good. "Ohhh, fuck yeah," Leo moaned, pushing in deeper before starting to hump away at the beefy redneck's butt. "That's some prime manpussy." Bruce finally pulled away from Harley's ass, letting out a satisfied "ahhh" as drool slid down Harley's hole. Bruce turned to Roscoe. "I got him loosened up and relaxed for ya', big dog," he said before wiping his lips with his thick arm. Roscoe grinned. "I got somethin' else for him that'll help." He reached down to the side where all their new supplies were, pulling up a bottle of poppers before walking over and kneeling down at Harley's ass. "Here," he said, passing the bottle over to the roided and randy hunk. "Huff these when my fist starts gettin' too big for ya'." Harley laid back, shifting in the sling as Roscoe coated up his fist, getting every finger slicked up. He started slow, taking his time to properly open him up with three, then four fingers as Leo pounded out Wade's hole next to them. "Ohhh, fuck yeah!" Wade hollered, his eyes half shut in bliss as Leo slammed in and out, taking advantage of his loosened pussy to really manhandle it. Harley preemptively hit his poppers, breathing in deep as Roscoe slid four fingers around his ass, widening his gash. "Woahhh," he murmured, groaning as he was hit with a head rush and the feeling of Roscoe's mitt suddenly sloshing around even more effectively in his hole. "Yeah bitch, loosen up for me," Roscoe cooed before slowly pulling his hand out. Then he folded his finger, and with a strong push, started pressing in at Harley's hole with his big fist. Harley groaned as it started sinking in slowly but surely. Halfway through it, Roscoe started turning his wrist and really inching that fat block of hand into the hungry redneck ass. Leo kept at Wade, his hairy body in stark contrast to Wade's smooth muscular one. He was mashing in and out every inch of his steel hard cock, Wade's warm ass sucking him in. "Oh yeah, you like that bitch? You like my cock in your ass?" Leo spit, gripping Wade by his black leather harness and tugging in close to him. "Oh yeah!" Wade roared, locking eyes with the Italian sex store owner and licking his lips as he got his pussy slammed. And with one final push in the other sling, Roscoe's fist slipped into Harley, who started moaning like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuck yesss!" he whined, panting with a throbbing cock as Roscoe split his ass with his fist for the first of many times. Roscoe huffed, slowly turning and rocking his fist inside Harley, stretching him out. His ass squeezed around the officer's thick wrist, feel extra warm and puffy. Then Roscoe started to pull his fast back out, only to plug it back in halfway through. Harley shuddered and moaned, gripping tight onto the sling as he got his manpussy violated. "Holy fuuuck!" he whined in pleasure, a broad grin on his face as he reached down and fondling his fat meat, lifting his balls up and dropping them against his taint. Roscoe admired the stretched stud, how his heavy and huge muscles moved as his broad body opened wide for his sir's fist. He had trained his bitch well. "Do it harder!" Harley barked, his breath in a pant. Roscoe grinned and obliged, beginning to fully pull out and push back in his bare fist into the redneck's cunt. Harley groaned and grunted, taking another deep hit of the poppers to let his ass relax around Roscoe's big fist. Lube drooled down his crack as Roscoe slopped him out. The back room was filled with the sounds of raw mansex, especially in Wade's sling. With a final push, Leo slammed to the base in Wade and popped his cork, his cock firing off web after web of thick jizz into the hunky redneck slut. Wade grinned open-mouth and whistled in approval, squeezing his puffy lips around Leo's shaft and milking the Italian sex store owner for all his balls had. "Oh fuuuck," he groaned, his eyes shut and face winced in pleasure as he leaned into Wade. The thick musclestud just kept his goofy grin, slowly milking his own cock as he got filled with seed. After a little bit more slow fisting, Harley tapped out, letting Roscoe pull his fist out and step back to admire his work. Harley's hole breathed, gaping, before sucking back in and resting at its usual meaty pucker. Roscoe rubbed his hole, grinning, as Harley moaned and slumped in the sling. "Good job, boy," Roscoe said gruffly. "Now get that ass plugged up and back in `yer pants. We still got more to do." Harley grinned through heavy nose breathes, taking one of the new big plugs from Roscoe as he handed one over to each of the boys. Wade got his load stuffed in, Harley all his thick lube, and they were redressed in their cut off shirts, jeans, and boots by the time the other men were. They all walked out of that back room in bliss, smelling like mansex and sweat. The girl at the counter rang them up, and Harley and Wade could've swore she was going to fuck them with just her eyes. Leo gave them a good discount as Roscoe paid, and even threw in something extra on the way out. It was a huge cock pump meant for the cop to use. He grinned as he looked it over before looking up to his friend. "What, you sayin' I ain't big enough?" Leo chuckled. "Hell no you aren't, but I know these boys here would love it if you were even bigger." Wade and Harley grinned. He definitely wasn't wrong. Then they packed back up into the truck, heading to their next destination--a tattoo and piercing parlor. After talking to Roscoe, all of the guys had decided to get piercings similar to his. Wade and Harley were getting their nips pierced, and Bruce was getting a prince albert just like the officer. Wade and Harley were also getting some tattoos on their backside--Harley getting one across his back and Wade a tramp stamp. When they got to the parlor, it wasn't the prettiest one in the world. The whole place looked a bit run down and old, but Roscoe assured them they were still very much open. It was out on the edge of town, the men having to go down a couple back roads to reach the building. As the men unloaded from the truck, a guy around Bruce's age came out. He was shaved bald and covered from the neck down in ink, with a number of piercings in his ears and nose. He was of an average height and build, wearing an old leather jacket over a tight fitting black t-shirt and some worn out jeans. As they got closer, Wade and Harley noticed the distinct outline of a heavy chest with thick, pierced nipples. "Hey Danny!" Bruce said, walking up to and shaking hands with the man before pulling him in for a hug. "You know this guy, dad?" Wade drawled, surprised. "Hell yeah, boy, we both do. Danny used to go to school with us," Roscoe said before stepping forward and giving Danny a hug too, reaching down and beargripping his ass. Danny laughed at the grope before turning to and looking at Wade and Harley. "So, you boys gettin' inked for the first time?" he said with a grin. Wade and Harley realized his tongue was pierced too. "And their tits pierced. Bruce is gettin' some stuff done too," Roscoe said, cocking his head towards the big redneck dad. Bruce grinned, gripping his bulged crotch and shaking it. "Long time overdue," he said. Danny grinned back. "Well alright! Y'all come in." He walked inside the building, guiding the men through to two tables, standing between them and patting the black surfaces. Harley couldn't help but notice the splatters of jizz stains on the fabric as he sat down and stripped his shirt off. "Damn you're eager!" Danny said, beaming at the young white trash stud in front of him. He turned to look at Wade, who was just as big as Harley but a bit beefier and fuller, before turning to Roscoe. "So what're they gettin'?" he asked. Roscoe had let him know ahead of time about his situation with the guys, and he was more than eager to get started. They talked through the plans, getting the two boys laid down on their stomachs. Harley was getting the words "raw is law" tattooed in a cursive font across his upper back between his broad shoulders--his idea, not Roscoe's--while Wade was getting a tribal styled heart tattooed on his lower back as a wide tramp stamp above his thick ass. Roscoe had suggested they get something to show off their best features. Danny started with Harley first, needing more time to work on the sprawl of ink on his huge back. As he leaned over the big and young redneck stud, he chatted with him. "So, Harley, you like it raw and bare I'm guessin'?" he asked casually, a grin on his face as he outlined the shapes. "Oh hell yeah!" Harley barked, laughing a little. "I never did like condoms. Roscoe said I've gotta use one if I'm gonna bang a chick, but it's been a while since I did that." Danny laughed, turning his head to Roscoe who was grinning. They locked eyes, and Danny shrugged his eyebrows in silent approval at his friend's training of the horny country boys. The older biker could only guess the kind of trouble he got them into. On the other table, Wade was still on his stomach, but he now had his dad's cock shoved down his throat. The young redneck was humming in bliss as he serviced his father's tool, Bruce gripping his head and moaning. "That's right, boy, suck it good. It'll be a while before you can so you better fuckin' savor it." Before too long, Harley was finished up and sitting back up on the table, his back feeling raw but not too bad at all. He had a pretty high pain tolerance, so he had sat and played on his phone, scrolling through porn while getting tatted up. He looked over it in the mirror, grinning and turning his head to look at his big first tattoo as Danny made his way over to Wade, who was still throat deep on his daddy's cock. Roscoe walked up next to Harley, putting his big hand on his lower back and rubbing him. "Now you look like a proper man, punk," he said with a grin, watching as Harley flexed and admired his body in the mirror. Bruce pulled his cock out of his son's throat, groaning as Wade gasped for air. Thick drool connected his fat cock to his son's lips, which he rubbed his tip against and smiled as Wade looked up to him, nursing it. "Alright you two, you ain't gotta stop. I just need to shift up so I can get a good angle," Danny said, walking towards Wade's back end. As Wade shifted up on the tattoo bed a little, his bulking frame covering it, Danny reached towards his waistband and pulled down, starting to wiggle his tight fitting jeans off him. With a bit of encouragement, the denim slid off over his round ass to reveal a glimpse of the wide plug in his ass. Danny groaned in shocked approval, pulling down his jeans to his ankles before looking at Bruce. "I knew these two were some freaks, but I didn't expect the plug!" Bruce just laughed, rubbing his son's head. Harley turned on the table, grinning. "Hell yeah, we're both plugged up! We got some action before we came here." Danny grinned back, turning to Roscoe again who was beaming with dirty pride. "You're a real fuckin' perv, you know that man?" The inked up biker got to work on Wade's tattoo, having to spend much less time and work on less space than he did inking most of Harley's upper back. The tip of the heart aligned right above Wade's deep crack, pointing out to the sides with the spiky tribal lines. And as Wade got his tramp stamp done and his throat stuffed, Roscoe got to work on Harley. "Lay back down boy, and put that ass over the edge," he said, flicking Harley's nipple to an empowered moan. Harley did so quickly, laying across the side of the tattoo bed, his head turned to watch Wade hungrily sucking Bruce's big fat cock. Roscoe stood behind him, quickly tugging on and yanking out the fat plug from his ass. With a ringing pop and a deep moan from Harley, his ass gaped wide and sloppy before sucking back in again, just like when Roscoe had taken his fist out. The cop licked his lips and unbuttoned his pants, letting his freeballing and snaking bulge spill out of his pants. By the time Wade was done with his tramp stamp, Harley was getting absolutely stuffed with cock. He yelped in a low drawl, moaning as Roscoe pounded him out. His fisting and plugging had left that redneck manpussy loose, sloppy, and starving for a fucking. Following Roscoe's cue, Danny kneeled down behind Wade--having just finished his tattoo--and pulled the plug out of the other redneck stud's ass. Pretty quickly, that gape turned into a sputtering cumfarting mess. Danny groaned and dove in, sucking at Wade's ass and licking up the semen drooling from his puffy lips. "Yeah, Danny, get in there!" Roscoe roared, his hands on Harley's hips as he shoved his near foot of uncut pierced cock in and out of Harley's ass. "Lick that boy clean, you cumslut!" Bruce gripped Wade's hair, tugging him close to his crotch, moaning and bucking as he shot his load down his boy's throat. Wade obediently and hungrily guzzled his load down, loving the feeling of piping hot jizz shooting straight down. "Yeah, Danny here's a real fuckin' pig for guys like you," Roscoe muttered to Harley, leaning in closer to him and slowing his strokes while pushing more of his cock in and out at a time. "Can't help himself if he thinks he's gonna get some loads out of it." Harley moaned from a mix of his ass getting stuffed, the scene in front of him, and the thought of feeding the man who just tattooed his back a hefty wad of cum. And he didn't have to wait long to do it. After cleaning up Wade's cumslopped ass with his mouth and leaving him with his dad to wipe his mouth and check out his new slut tat, Danny made his way over to Harley, rubbing his lower back as Roscoe went back to pounding him out a new hole. "You think this stud would want his dick sucked while you fuck him?" Danny asked, eyeing Roscoe. "Fuck yes!" Harley answered in a low moan before chuckling a little, then going right back to a moan as Roscoe picked up the pace again, his heavy balls swinging delayed behind his thrusts. So they readjusted, Harley's own huge cock dangling off the edge of the tattoo table, Danny on the ground to suck it, and Roscoe standing wide over the both of them still fucking Harley like a bitch. Danny suckled and nursed Harley's tip, stroking his own cock as Roscoe's balls swang and dangled over his head as they smacked into Harley's heavy pair. Wade admired his tattoo in the mirror, grinning wide as his face. His dad was skin to skin with him, gripping his ass and squeezing hard with a low growl as his son ogled his own body. "Fuck, you look good with that, son," Bruce said affectionately and lustfully, eyeing his son up and down. "Hell yeah I do!" Wade said excitedly in his low southern drawl. Harley let out a deep groan from the table as Danny sucked and fondled his cock, overwhelmed from the sensation of his slightly raw back, his ass getting pummeled, and his cock getting teased by an experienced wet mouth. It didn't take long for him to get right up on the edge, and as he did, Danny suctioned his mouth around the tip and started licking the front of his cock's tip, darting back and forth over it. That sent Harley over the edge as he bucked and spewed cum in the dirty biker's mouth, shot after shot busting in his mouth and across his face. Danny groaned and swallowed down what he could, licking his lips clean as Harley panted, laying almost collapsed as Roscoe finished as well--the sight had sent him over the edge. After a few seconds buried in Harley's loose muscle butt, he shuffled back, letting his slick cum coated cock slip out. He milked the tip, coating his hand in lube and jizz as the last pearls of cum slid down his shaft. "Clean me up before you get the boy," he said, licking his lips in anticipation as he saw Danny excitedly move out from under Harley, cumshot across his nose as he started sucking the officer's huge cock clean, tonguing down the shaft and slurping. "Whew, shit..." Harley panted, his forehead glazed with sweat as he laid on the tattoo table spent. Wade looked over at him grinning, flashing two thumbs up as Bruce fondled him all over, kissing at his son's neck and then lips as he wrapped him up in a rough embrace. The two men started making out, Bruce crudely groping his son and grunting as he mashed his thick lips against his boy's. "Mmmm I fuckin' love you, stud," he muttered before shoving his tongue in Wade's mouth. Danny finished up on Roscoe's cock, his cock looking shiny and clean as the biker pulled off gagging, his eyes watery but his face smiling. Then he went in on Harley, sucking and slurping what of Roscoe's load he could out of the loosened up redneck. Bruce moved down on Wade, kneeling down and taking his fat and slightly veiny cock into his mouth, slowly building into a bounce on his son's tool. Wade groaned and gripped his dad's head, guiding him to return the earlier favor. Danny lapped away at Harley's ass, licking all around the meaty rim of his used asspussy and really taking the opportunity to suck it clean. He loved nothing more than a mouthful of jizz, and he was determined to get every drop of it from the hole that Roscoe had eaten, fisted, and fucked full. Once he finished satisfied, the biker parlor owner got off his knees and swatted Harley's ass before walking over to his piercing equipment, getting the stuff ready to give the horny white trash men the metal they wanted. "Yeahhh, dad, gag on that fuckin' dick!" Wade snarled, his goofy demeanor switching to sexually aggressive as it always did when he got in a rut. Bruce really was gagging, getting fully skullfucked by his son and loving it as wet, sloppy slaps of balls against face and meat into throat rang out in the sleazy tattoo parlor. He pushed against Wade's crotch, getting let go with a drooling gasp. Throatslime ran down his chin before his son grabbed his head again and shoved him back on his cock, Bruce eagerly getting back to work as Danny got Harley lined up and ready to get his muscle tits pierced. And as Wade blasted his load, roaring with pleasure, Harley got his left nipple pierced through with a long needle. His instinct was to yelp in surprise, but he held it back as a stifled groan. Roscoe whooped in approval, ruffling Harley's hair as Danny put the circular hoop in. "`Yer gonna have so much fun playin' with those tits when they heal," Roscoe said, reaching down and rubbing his own fat, pierced, and pink nipple. Then Danny did the other one, and just like that, Harley not only now had a wicked back tattoo decreeing his love for raw sex, but two hoop pierced tits on his pecs. Once he was done and Danny was making his way over to the redneck father and son still mouth fucking, he admired himself again in the mirror. "Fuck, man, I'm so happy I did this," he said grinning wide, squinting his eyes and letting out a soft "whew" in admiration of his studly body. He was thick, muscled, and studly all over. Roscoe grinned back, loving how much the boy was enjoying his own body. As if him or Wade needed a confidence booster. Wade turned his head as Danny approached him, still throatfucking Bruce as Danny set down the materials and eyefucked the young stud using his dad like a toy. That lustful glance sent him over the edge, and Wade boomed into a moan as he started cumming. He rocked his hips, panting and growling with his eyes shut tight as he jizzed all in his dad's mouth, pulling him from the base of his cock. Once he finished, he let go, his dad stopping sucking and pulling off, almost wretching as cum and slobber drooled down his lips and chin. Danny beamed and knelt down next to Bruce, immediately wrapping his arm over his shoulder and locking lips, sucking the pool of fresh spunk from his mouth into his. They started making out, and Wade smirked, looking down at the two men sharing his load between their mouths hungrily and eagerly. He shook his cock, letting the last drips of jizz fall to the floor before walking over to the chair and sitting down and spreading his legs wide. His frame engulfed the chair, his huge arms spread across the seat's as he tweaked his nipple and slowly breathed through his nose once before licking his lips and grinning. "I'm ready, Danny!" Wade cooed. Once he quit sucking down cum from Bruce's mouth, Danny re-prepped and got Wade pierced just like Harley, but with straight bars instead of hoops. Wade let out a sort of whine as he got his tits jabbed, but quickly disregarded all pain as he looked himself over in the mirror. After that, Danny got Bruce's cock pierced and a surprise tongue ring before that. Roscoe mentioned finding Danny's hot, and Danny said he'd throw one in for free if any of the guys wanted it. Bruce quickly jumped on the opportunity and left feeling more powerful, filthy, and in control than ever. He loved it. As did Harley and Wade. If those two redneck friends were sexhounds before, they were two insatiable white trash manwhores after. All their new gear, toys, tattoos, and tit piercings had them feeling studlier and more raunchy than they had ever been. Roscoe commented one night a few months after that they had turned into some real pigs, and they couldn't be happier to feel like it was true. ---- And that's part four! Whoo! Writing this was killer. It's a long one, and you can probably tell just how much fun I had when working on it. I've quickly fallen in love with writing about these guys and their continuously nastier and pervier story, and I'm hoping my readers are enjoying it as much as I am. Stay tuned for part 5, where Harley and Wade meet back up with some guys from high school... I always appreciate any and all emails and you can find shortform stories/captions from me with photos on Twitter! Username is jghast31.