Sex Doll - Gemini 6: Reunion

Sex Doll: Gemini 6 - Reunion

Danny reunites with his college buddies and Brat joins in too.

This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. I recommend that you read the previous chapters to follow how we got here.

We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.

Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself. He may have bought more than he bargained for.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

Danny was on his last set of dancing for the daddies at The Tinderbox.

It turned out that his belly dancer outfit was a hit with the crowd. Danny had been a little nervous that it would be over the top for the rough, working-class crowd when he was getting dressed backstage. He found himself thinking, "What am I doing?" as he stepped into the diaphanous see-thru white harem pants that were tight on his hips but puffed out at the ankles. He could clearly see his pink thong through the wispy material as he buckled on the wide hot pink jeweled belt with gold trim that gripped the top of his hips and held the harem pants in place. After that he put on the short vest and slippers that were all in hot pink velvet with gold brocade trim.

Danny felt a little bit more in his comfort zone as he slipped on the generous amounts of costume jewelry. There was an assortment of rings, jangly bracelets, earrings, necklace and a jeweled headband that made the long-haired stud look like a sultan's rent boy. To finish off the look, Danny leaned into the mirror and applied a bit of eyeliner before stepping back with hands on hips to admire his look in the full-length mirror.

"Damn..." he thought as he stood with hands on hips and admired his reflection, "I'd do me..." It wasn't vanity either. Danny looked like he had stepped out of a gay Arabian Night fantasy. A trim, bejeweled, pretty, yet somehow still masculine looking harem boy that could only exist in a fevered wet dream.

The rough crowd initially did a double take when they saw the sexy harem boy hop up on the carpeted cube that served as a stage, but they quickly got into the scene when Danny started to grind his hips to the music. The daddies were almost spellbound by the sight of Danny's jewelry sparkling under the bright lights as he danced, along with the erotic vision of his bare legs and tattooed butt clearly visible under his almost transparent harem pants. Spying Danny's nudity through the diaphanous material of the harem pants as if they had X-ray vision made his taut legs and perky butt even more alluring to the horny crowd.

Like the vain cocktease he was, Danny not only basked in the attention but shook his hips faster to both please and tease the crowd. The daddies were generous with their tips, copping a cheap feel of harem boy leg or butt as they slipped their tips into Danny's costume.

The crowd gave out a fresh round of cheers and whistles when Brat joined Danny on the stage. Brat was also dressed like a sexy harem boy with eyeliner, but his gold trimmed black outfit was more macho than Danny's almost feminine pink and white costume. The contrast between Brat's more macho black and gold outfit and Danny's feminine pink and white ensemble was striking. The two dancers instinctively fell into sync, their movements complementing each other in a mesmerizing display.

Brat, with his trim, youthful build and cocky attitude, exuded a commanding presence. He matched Danny's hip movements, their bodies swaying and grinding in perfect harmony as Brat reached around and traced the outlines of Danny's defined abs. Pool games and conversations halted as the rough daddies paused to admire the entwined harem boys grinding in a display that was even more erotic than if they were screwing each other onstage.

Eventually, Brat patted Danny on his rounded butt to signal it was time for his break and the crowd gave out a groan of disappointment when Danny left the stage. A short time later, Danny joined Brat onstage again, but this time it was Danny grinding his pelvis into Brat's perky derriere. The crowd was almost drooling as Brat took on the attitude of a power bottom, aggressively grinding his butt back against Danny's crotch just like he did in the shower every morning. Several of the daddies adjusted their equipment at the antics of the cocky young hunk that was obviously ready and eager to take it up the ass.

Some of the younger bikers and construction workers in the crowd experienced for the first time having a burly older daddy sidle up to them while surreptitiously cupping and squeezing a meaty butt cheek, then whispering in their ear to follow daddy out to his rig if they wanted to become his brat. After a moment's hesitation, they invariably gave a guilty look around at the distracted crowd before discreetly following the big bear that had plucked them from the crowd, allowing themselves to be led out to his rig. Quite a few windshields were fogging up from hot and heavy man-action in the parking lot while the harem boys continued to dance for the increasingly horny crowd inside.

A short time later, Trent pulled his vintage pickup truck into the parking lot.

"You sure that this place is a gay bar?" his buddy Liam asked from the shotgun seat. "It looks pretty rough."

"Check it out..." Trent replied. Liam followed his gaze just in time to see a burly trucker help a younger biker dude into his cab by grabbing a handful of denim clad buttcheek and boosting the longhaired biker up into the sleeper cab.

Liam smiled, "I never should have doubted you..." Then he looked genuinely concerned, "Stay close to me in there. I wouldn't want some big old daddy bear to toss me into the back of his truck."

Trent smiled as he reached over and pulled his buddy in close. "I thought I was your truck-driving Daddy Bear, little buddy," Trent teased before he deep-kissed his bottom boy. The joke between the two thirty somethings was that they were both about the same age and height. Liam was still boyishly trim, with straight black hair and blue eyes that befit his Scottish ancestry, while Trent was a bear only in that he was a full top, while being a bit hairy and beefier than his smooth and lean lover.

Trent broke this kiss and Liam looked up with admiration into the brown-haired hunk's green eyes, "Damn, you taste good."

"You too," Trent smiled. "Let's go."

They exited the truck and headed for the entrance. Trent held the door open for his bud, stealing a glance at Liam's perky butt that he had been tapping all week during their "camping" trip. The two married men had been doing the "Brokeback Mountain" routine for several years, going on camping trips to the nearby state park three or four times a year to get away from the wives and kids, but mainly to indulge their need for man-on-man action.

To their minds, fooling around with an old college buddy wasn't cheating on their wives like sleeping with another woman would be. Trent slipped an arm around Liam's trim waist as they entered and scoped out the place. At first glance it appeared to be a typical roughhewn western themed bar except there were no woman and the rough crowd of bikers, truckers and construction workers were focused on two faggots dressed like belly dancers grinding against each other on the carpeted cube that served as a stage. Then they both froze...

WTF???!

They recognized the two dancers, but that was impossible. It was their old college buddy Dan... but they were BOTH Dan... one their own age, but the other was Dan exactly as they remembered him from college... except that the word BRAT was tattooed on his twenty-year-old buttcheek...

What The ACTUAL Fuck?!

The BRAT was grinding his crotch obscenely against older Dan's butt as they watched in disbelief. Then Brat gave Dan a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the butt, which signaled that it was time to yield the spotlight to Brat.

Danny was disappointed to be ending his final set. The harem costume had been a big hit with the crowd and he was considering talking to Brat about doing an encore as he headed to the back room as naughty hands patted his butt rudely as he wormed through the crowd.

Then he almost walked into Trent and Liam...

His jaw dropped open in shock and he blurted out, "What are you guys doing..." He paused when he noticed that Trent had his arm wrapped possessively around Liam's waist. His old college buddies were obviously a couple. A couple where Trent was clearly the top and Liam was the bottom. "Uhm, come on back. We should talk..."

Trent and Liam followed their old friend to the back room, wordlessly checking out Danny's exposed rear as he jangled toward the back room is his belly dancer outfit and noting the "DADDY'S boy" tattoo burned into his right bun. Both Trent and Liam immediately pondered just how fuckable that ass was...

Once in the backroom, Danny explained his sexbot situation while Trent and Liam confessed their own secret FWB relationship. Meanwhile, Brat was approached by the wannabe biker with the foot fetish while he danced. He wasn't bad looking with shaggy salt and pepper hair, trim physique going a bit soft in the belly and dressed in a gray henley with a black leather vest, tight worn jeans and biker boots. Brat leaned down while the pervert slipped a bill into his slipper, sneaking a feel of his foot with his fingers.

Brat smiled at the forty-year-old daddy, "Everything ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes, Sir. The delivery is scheduled for first thing in the morning," the man replied absentmindedly as his fingers stroked the arch of the young man's foot.

Brat smiled, "Good boy. A deal's a deal. Go to the backroom and tell Danny that I gave you permission to worship his feet."

"Ohhh... Thank you, Sir." The creep almost ran to the back room as Brat returned to performing for the crowd.

Scott, the tech engineer from the sex doll company, fleetingly pondered that maybe he should get some counseling about his foot fetish. He considered himself straight, but he had a serious fixation on men's feet. Scott had sucked an innumerable number of cocks and even been fucked a few times, permitting himself to be used by other men just for the privilege of worshipping their impossibly sexy feet for just a few minutes. Now he was about to debase himself again.

"I've gotta stop doing this to myself," he thought, promising himself that this was the last time he was going to do this, just like every other addict does as he knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

Scott entered the backroom to find Danny in mid-conversation with two other younger men at the far end of the room. Shit. There was going to be an audience to his humiliation, but that would only make indulging his secret kink sweeter.

Danny recognized him, "What do you want?"

"Uhh, uhm... Brat said I could worship your feet, Sir..."

The three men glanced at each other and broke out laughing. Scott may have blushed in embarrassment, but he felt a hot thrill of public humiliation rush through his core.

"Did he now?" Danny laughed with false indignation. "Then crawl over here on your belly and ask me nicely, slave."

Scott glanced nervously at the two men on either side of Danny, they were simply dressed in jeans and tee shirts which provided a sexy contrast to Danny's feminine outfit. Having these other men witnessing him lick Danny's feet was going to make this a memorable moment and future jerk-off fodder.

Scott dropped to his knees, bent down to all fours, then paused for only a moment before slowly lowering himself to the floor.

"Good boy," Danny complimented. "Now, crawl."

Scott crawled slowly towards the belly dancer like a good boy, his cock rock-hard in his jeans brushed along the cruddy tile floor as he crawled towards the three men. The bigger one on the left smiled as he placed a hand in the small of the belly dancer's back, "I gotta admit, Danny. Your new life as a Daddy's boy is anything but dull." They all looked down at the slave whose head was now nestled amongst the three men's feet.

Scott could smell the earthy leather of the hiking boots the men wore along with the sweet perfume of Danny's feet in his pink velvet slippers. He looked up at Danny as the three men looked down at him mockingly and begged, "Please, Sir. May I worship your pretty feet? I'll make them feel good... I promise."

"Well, since you asked so nicely... go ahead slave. Worship my feet." Danny tapped one slippered foot, teasing the foot slave.

Scott bent his head down and kissed the soft pink velvet toe, inhaling the scent of Danny's perfume and the deeper aroma of the sweaty toes within. After planting several kisses on the toe of the soft slipper, Scott gently slid it off Danny's foot revealing his monogramed toe rings.

"D-B?" Trent asked as he watched the moaning foot slave get to work lapping Danny's exposed foot.

Danny blushed deeply before explaining, "Daddy's boy..."

"Oh, right. Cute."

"How come you never get me pretty things... Daddy?" Liam teased his buddy sarcastically as he lifted Danny's necklace with a finger. He had never referred to Trent as his Daddy before, and didn't realize the implications of his little joke on his future status.

Trent looked at his bud seriously, "You want me to be your Daddy... boy?"

Scott felt a pang of regret in his core as he lapped at Danny's toes. Why had none of the men he had submitted himself to never asked him that? The reasoning part of his brain fought back, reminding him that he was straight, even though he continued to suck on another man's toes.

Liam was a bit taken aback and paused a moment before responding, "I-I want to be your boy... and I want you to be my Daddy." Liam glanced down sheepishly at the foot slave as he said it, then he glanced at Trent's foot, realizing that he would love nothing more than to get down on his belly right now and worship his Daddy's feet.

Danny felt his crotch stir at hearing Liam's submission to Trent, aided by the slave lapping his feet. "Let's make it official. Hand me those toe rings, slave."

Scott was eager to comply... maybe he would get to worship Liam's toes too. He took the rings off Danny's toes and held them up to Danny while continuing to suck on his now bare tootsies.

"Seriously...?" Liam asked breathlessly as Danny handed the rings to Trent. The idea of wearing little toe rings that would mark him as Trent's sexual property was both ludicrous and incredibly sexy.

Trent's tone was serious as he looked up from the rings in his hand and instructed his boy, "Take off your boots and socks."

Yes! Scott thought down below, anticipating being at the booted feet of a Daddy and the bare feet of two boys. He eased Danny's other slipper off and went to work on both feet with glee as Liam obediently peeled off his boots and socks for his Daddy. Scott glanced over to admire Liam's pale feet. They looked almost as deliciously masculine as he had imagined and he basked in their ripe scent while he continued to make out with Danny's sweet-smelling feet.

"Give me your left foot, boy," Trent ordered.

"Yes, Daddy," Liam answered softly, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder as he proffered his bare foot to Trent.

Danny had an evil thought, "Wait." His buds looked at him slightly annoyed at the interruption. "Do you Liam, accept Trent as your Daddy? To love, honor and obey from this day forward?"

Liam smiled at his Daddy. He could have just said "I do." But the scene was so hot he wanted to draw it out, so he repeated, "I Liam, accept you Trent, as my Daddy. I will love, honor and obey you from this day forward." Trent smiled at his boy as he slipped the D ring on his ring toe, claiming his boy as his sexual property from this day forward.

Danny turned to Trent, "Do you Trent, claim Liam as your boy? To use, cherish, to have and to hold from this day forward?".

Trent looked deeply into his boy's adoring blue eyes, "I Trent, claim you Liam, as my boy. I will use you, cherish you, have you and hold you from this day forward."

Scott moaned slavishly into Danny's foot as he listened to the twisted ceremony happening above him. He glanced over at the rings that now adorned the toes on Liam's left foot, wishing he was Liam... wishing he had a Daddy... wishing he was owned.

"You may now kiss your boy," Danny pronounced. Trent grabbed his boy and kissed him deeply, taking full possession of his property while Liam moaned in surrender as his Daddy squeezed his butt like he owned it. Which he now did... which he always had... and always would.

"Congratulations! You two make a hot couple."

Everyone looked over towards the door in surprise to find that Brat had witnessed the entire ceremony. They had all been so caught up in the moment that they hadn't heard him enter.

Danny started to explain, "This is Trent and Liam, they're...

"... your old college buddies," Brat finished Danny's thought. "I recognized them from the photo of you all." Brat walked over to them and stepped on top of the foot slave, his slippered feet planted in the small of Scott's back. "Why don't you take your buds back to the house and show them a good time while I finish up with the foot perv..."

Danny was taken aback. He had never considered his old friends as sexual partners before and now he was being ordered to become their boytoy for the evening. "You mean...?"

"Get a move on. I'll bring your regular clothes with me after I'm done with Scott."

Danny was stunned. He couldn't imagine leaving the sanctuary of the bar while dressed like a belly dancer! Trent just smiled and slipped an arm around Danny. "Thanks, Brat. I'll take good care of your boy. See you later..."

Liam grabbed his boots and socks as he felt Trent slip an arm around his waist, steering both boys out to the bar. "Can I put my boots on first?"

"Nope. I want my boy barefoot so everyone can see your toe rings," Trent teased as he led his boys out to the bar. He basked in the looks of admiration he received from the rough patrons as he steered the two boys under his control, one a barefoot stud and the other dressed like a gay genie, through the crowd towards the exit. Liam felt simultaneous waves of humiliation and pride as he allowed himself to be led barefoot through the crowd. He was an owned Daddy's boy now... and he had the toe rings to prove it.

In the backroom, Brat stepped forward on Scott's back to stand between his shoulders, "You did a good job, boy. Anyone question the purchase?"

Scott chuckled, "They were glad to get rid of their, uhm, problem... and get some money back."

"I bet they were... well you earned your reward." Brat finally got off Scott's back, both figuratively and literally, then sat down on a chair. He took off his slippers and bent his knees, pulling his feet up onto the seat. Scott moaned with lust at the sight of the twenty-year-old studs perfectly shaped masculine feet. Scott had actually helped design those feet as part of his job, but that they were attached to a young, dominant stud was a dream come true for the foot fetishist.

Then Brat pulled down the waist of his pants and thong, freeing his cock and tucking it under his balls. Shit. Scott knew exactly what Brat wanted him to do. If he was going to be allowed to worship those feet, he was going to have to suck cock too.

"Come get your reward boy," Brat ordered with a smirk on his deceptively innocent face.

Scott crawled the short distance on his hands and knees to the feet of his young master. His reticence disappeared as soon as he pressed his lips to those perfect feet. Scott moaned slavishly as he started to lap at Brat's right foot licking between his toes before starting to suck on them.

"Suck my cock too, boy."

Scott swallowed what little pride he had left as he obediently sucked on Brat's cock, servicing his young master like a good boy before moving onto his left foot. Scott's engineering side rationalized his antics be calculating that he was only spending his time sucking cock, which gave him a two to one advantage in foot worship. On the downside, he was essentially edging Brat, so he was going to be on his knees for a long time. For a foot slave like Scott, that felt like winning.

Danny was experiencing a wave a trepidation as he approached the exit with Trent and Liam. Up until now, Danny had viewed his Daddy as a protector, but he had been lent out to his old college buddies by his owner like a piece of sexual property. He felt a wave of betrayal and an underlying sense of menace as the door loomed before him like a portal through a barrier that he was about to cross, never to return.

The door swung open before them, held open by a bearded trucker who was just coming in. The man paused a moment as he drank in the sight of the trio, then smiled and held the door as he waved them through with mock politeness. Danny felt Trent's hand in the small of his back push him inexorably forward from the cozy safety of the bar out into the cool, dark night.

The scent of cigar and cigarette smoke enveloped Danny, emanating from the small groups of smokers outside. One of them wolf-whistled at the scantily clad harem boy. Danny blushed furiously at his public exposure and he desperately wanted to run back inside, but Trent's strong guiding hand pushed him forward into the parking lot.

Liam winced as he walked barefoot over the gritty asphalt, but he meekly allowed his new Daddy Trent to guide him past the smokers, several of whom noticed his bare feet and toe rings that marked him as an owned boy.

"Damn..." one of the younger construction workers blurted out. It was a mix of envy that Trent had two hot boys under his control, but also an acknowledgment of how erotic the situation was playing out before them

"It is hot, isn't it, Johnny?" an older black biker asked the thirty-something worker, sensing an opening.

"Huh...?" Johnny responded a bit flummoxed that he had let his guard down and momentarily surprised that the older black man knew his name, until the man glanced down at his name embroidered on his workshirt. "Oh, right... Uhm... Yeah, it's pretty hot how he's controlling his boys."

"Damn straight. Take off your shoes and socks."

Johnny wasn't sure if he heard him right. Johnny was a divorced dad of two, who only came to the Tinderbox occasionally to get a hot, no-strings-attached blowjob to take the edge off. He had even screwed a couple of guys in the back of his van, but he had never bottomed or sucked a dick, now this stocky older black biker was giving him orders like he was just some cocksucker. Johnny started to protest, his mouth moved, but no words came out...

The biker never broke eye contact as he took another puff on his cigar, "Now, boy." His sonorous voice was deep and even, he didn't bark like a drill instructor, but he left no doubt that he fully expected to be obeyed.

Johnny caved. In disbelief he lifted his left foot, undid the laces of his workboot and pulled it off his foot. His sock followed. The crowd of smokers went silent as they watched the handsome white man surrender to being claimed. Long drags were taken on cigars and cigarettes, equipment was adjusted as the rough crowd watched Johnny unlace his other boot, revoking his mancard.

"I'm assuming that's your van," the biker asked, taking another puff on his cigar and nodding to the high milage vehicle that had the same logo as Johnny's shirt.

"Uhm... yes sir," Johnny mumbled, his head awhirl as he removed his other boot and peeled off his sock. Why was he blindly obeying this complete stranger? Why was he so turned on? Johnny straightened up, barefoot, boots in his left hand, nervously awaiting his next command.

"Cool. We'll take it there after I settle up with Charlie," the biker flicked away the stub of his cigar and turned towards the bar door. "Hold on to my belt, boy."

"Ye-Yes, Sir," Johnny lightly took hold of the man's belt right in the middle of his back, allowing himself to be led barefoot by his new black daddy through the crowd and back into the Tinderbox. He felt like a jailhouse bitch being paraded through the cellblock by his new owner. Admiring glances and smirks greeted them as they wound through the crowd to the bar. Johnny knew that as soon as the biker settled his tab he would be led out to his own van where he would suck his first cock and was probably going to be fucked. He kept his eyes downcast, avoiding making eye contact with the other patrons who were witnessing his shame. While he was looking down, Johnny couldn't help but notice his Daddy's solid protruding butt cheeks and thick thighs in his form-fitting black jeans. He felt his trepidation rising as he considered the powerful pounding those muscles could and likely would be delivering to his tight virgin hole, but for reasons he couldn't fathom, he found himself unable to release the older man's belt and simply walk away. Johnny's fate was sealed.

Danny felt the same way as they reached Trent's pickup truck in the parking lot. Trent opened the passenger side door with mock chivalry, "Ladies first. In you go, Danny."

Danny swallowed his pride and climbed inside, his dangling jewelry tinkling as he moved. He almost yelped in surprise when Trent helped him in by possessively grabbing a handful of butt cheek and boosting Danny inside. He slid to the center of the bench seat of the vintage truck to make room for Liam as Trent helped him inside the same way, by grabbing a solid butt cheek and boosting him up, "Up you go, boy,"

Liam blushed and teased back, "Thanks, Daddy." Liam buckled up as Trent walked around to the driver's side. Danny dug around in the seat cushion searching for his belt as Trent climbed into the truck. Seeing Danny's problem, he took the excuse to reach under Danny's butt to find the belt. When he found it, Trent buckled Danny in and pulled the belt tight, securing his new toy in his truck like cargo.

It was a tight fit inside for three grown men, so Liam put an arm over Danny's shoulders and pulled him in tight while Trent put the address for the lakehouse in his phone. Danny was starting to feel claustrophobic, like he was a girl trapped between two lecherous men. As Trent started the truck, Liam made it official, saying, "You look very pretty, Danny. I'm digging the long hair."

"Uh-uhm, thanks..." Danny replied, feeling even more uncomfortable when Trent placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it through the filmy material.

Liam started to nuzzle his neck, "You smell pretty, too. What are you wearing?"

"It's Cindy's old perfume," Danny confessed.

"Mmm... a pretty scent for a pretty boy," Liam cooed in his ear while starting to massage Danny's right thigh.

Despite his reservations about engaging in sex with his old friends, Danny's cock sprang to life of its own accord. Being sandwiched between two masculine men while dressed as a harlot while they were feeling up his legs combined with the feel of Liam's scratchy stubble on his smooth cheek was pushing all of Danny's buttons. He couldn't resist sliding his own hands to the tops of their thighs.

Trent squeezed his leg, "We're gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight, princess." Danny squeezed back. He knew Trent was right, they were going to have a lot of fun using him tonight.

Liam went from nuzzling to wetly kissing his cheek as he took Danny's hand from his thigh and moved it to the hard bulge in his jeans. Danny turned his head to Liam and yielded his mouth to Liam. Danny moaned softly as Liam aggressively ravished his oral cavity with his tongue and squeezed Danny's hand hard on the tentpole in his jeans. Danny got the message. Liam had spent the past week bottoming for Trent, so he was desperate to slide his cock into a hot hole. Liam was going to take Danny tonight and the pretty harem boy would slide down yet another notch on the masculinity status chart, from being a bottom boy to being a bottom boy's bottom boy.

Liam broke off the kiss and husked, "Tell me you're going to be my woman tonight."

"I'm gonna be your woman tonight, Liam," Danny agreed softly.

"Hell, you're both going to be my women tonight!" Trent chuckled. He squeezed Danny's thigh as his bottom boys went back to making out with each other. It was a hot scene but Trent forced himself to focus on his driving.

Back at the Tinderbox, Johnny winced as sharp pebbles stung the soles of his feet as he followed his new black Daddy across the parking lot to his van. As they drew near, Daddy ordered, "Open her up." Johnny released Daddy's belt to hit the button on his keys. The side door of the van rolled open. Johnny had walked through that door hundreds of times, but now it seemed like the black maw of a beast that was about to swallow him whole. "In you go, boy," Daddy ordered as he grabbed a handful of Johnny's left buttcheek and boosted his victim up into the empty void before following his prey inside.

A moment later the door rumbled closed and sealed shut with a thud that echoed through the van, sealing Johnny's fate...

A short time later Trent's truck pulled into the long driveway that led up to the lake house.

"Nice," Trent complimented when the house came into view. "Let's go ladies..." He hopped out and opened the door for his boys. They all walked to the door with their arms entwined around each other. Trent leaned over and kissed Liam deeply while Danny entered the security code and opened the door. Once they were inside, Trent turned his attention to Danny, kissing him deeply. He savored the flavor of the only male he had ever kissed other than Liam. Trent's hands reached around and cupped Danny's buns, kneading them deeply, eliciting a moan from his new bottom boy. Not to be left out, Liam moved in behind Danny, nuzzling his neck while reaching around and exploring his exposed abs.

Trent reached up and grabbed his boys behind the neck as he broke off kissing Danny and switched to tasting Liam. After a moment, he playfully pressed his boys faces cheek-to-cheek and they engaged in a three-way kiss, their tongues dueling, sucking, probing and swapping saliva as their breathing grew ragged with lust. Danny pulled Trent's shirt front out of his jeans and slid his hands inside to explore the beefy stud's hairy chest. Trent broke off the kiss to pull his shirt off, "Bedroom."

Danny led the way with barefoot Liam pulling his shirt off as he followed Danny. Trent followed closely behind his boys, checking out their fuckable asses. They struck a hot contrast, blond versus black hair and masculine versus less than masculine, and they both belonged to Trent for the entire evening. But first things first. As soon as they reached the bedroom, Trent put a hand on his boy's shoulders, exerting downward pressure. Danny and Liam got the message and dropped to their knees, facing each other. Trent took hold of the back of their heads and pushed their faces close together. Liam took the initiative and kissed Danny deeply. Danny moaned softly in response and reached out to explore Liam's trim torso.

"Good boys," Trent husked at the hot scene before him. He and his buds had been as close as the three musketeers in college, Trent had always been the leader of the group before, but now he was the sexually dominant alpha male of the group, and his two beta males were obediently making out on their knees before him, ready and eager to serve him sexually. Trent was so turned on that he almost tore open the crotch of his jeans in his zeal to free his achingly hard cock.

Back in Johnny's van, Johnny found himself kneeling on the drop cloth he had placed on the floor of his van earlier for his cocksucker. Johnny had no clue at the time that he would find himself kneeling on it while being deeply kissed by an older black man. Daddy pushed Johnny's baseball cap off his head and ran his hand through his white boy's thick curly hair. A submissive moan of white boy turn-on escaped from Johnny's core as he sucked on Daddy's tongue and tasted his sweet saliva tinged with cigar smoke. His black Daddy exuded such easy masculinity, that Johnny was enthralled... the man even tasted like a masculine Daddy

Daddy broke the kiss and half stood up in the van, hunched over his boy, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. "Take it out, cocksucker," Daddy husked. Johnny knew what was expected of him. He looked down at Daddy's crotch and with trembling hands unbuckled Daddy's belt. Johnny felt like he was having an out-of-body experience as he watched his hands undo the snap and pull down the jean's zipper to reveal a bulging pair of tighty-whities that seemed to glow with masculine black power in the dark van. He gulped as he had to reach around the back to peel down the tight black jeans over Daddy's protruding buttocks. The reasoning part of Johnny's mind screamed, "Dude! What are you doing?!" but his hands moved of their own volition as they copped a feel of his black Daddy's solid butt cheeks as they slipped into the back waistband, pulling down his underwear.

Daddy's hard ebony cock popped free of his underwear, pointing straight at the white boy's mouth like a sexual divining rod. Johnny swallowed hard as he felt his Daddy grip the hair at the back of his head and pull him forward towards the long, thin rod of manmeat. Johnny's mouth dropped open of its own accord as his head was pulled onto his first cock. A slightly salty-sweet taste filled senses as the head entered, he closed his lips around the black cock and instinctively started to suck on it and bob his head...

Daddy sighed as his latest conquest started to bob his head and tongue his cock with more enthusiasm. He'd seen this with straight white boys before. They were initially hesitant to go down on his black cock, but once it was in their hot, sucking mouth, their inhibitions fell away and they turned into the most eager, hungriest cocksuckers you could ever find. Wet, sucking, slurping sounds echoed off the metal walls of the van as Johnny sucked his first cock. Daddy moaned and stroked his boy's hair, "Good boy... you're a cocksucker now, Johnny boy."

Danny moaned as he sucked hungrily on Liam's probing tongue. Damn, Liam was a good kisser. Danny was basking in the erotic thrill of being a bottom boy's bottom boy when he felt something warm and blunt pressing against his cheek. He opened his eyes to discover that it was the head of Trent's hard cock!

Trent's cock pressed against their lips until it hit their dueling tongues, "C'mon guys. Let me feel those hot tongues making out around the head of Daddy's cock."

Liam moaned in passion at Trent's words; he officially had a Daddy now and they were consummating their new relationship in a hot three-way with Danny who had officiated their impromptu joining ceremony. Liam did what he had promised and obeyed his Daddy by making out with Danny around the tip of his cock. They sealed their lips around Daddy's cockhead while their tongues lashed the head and lapped at each other. Danny pushed forward and hungrily engulfed the first few inches of Daddy's cock, so Liam licked and fluttered his tongue along the shaft while enjoying a close-up view of Danny sucking Daddy's dick.

Fuck, Danny looked fucking hot! Liam grooved on his tight body, perky ass, long highlighted hair, plump lips, his blue eyes done up with eyeliner, those tattoos and all topped off with his slutty harem outfit. Liam couldn't wait to fuck the little slut. He'd been bottoming for his Daddy their whole trip and couldn't wait to dip his cock into Danny's hot pussy. He moved forward, pushing Danny off until they were kissing around the swollen cock head again before he dove down on his Daddy's dick like he had done countless times this week.

Trent moaned at the sensations and looked down at the incredibly hot sight of his "boys" on their knees before him, jockeying for position to take turns sucking on his hard cock. He gently stroked the hair on the backs of their heads, signaling his approval and encouraging his cocksuckers to keep up the good work. It was so sexy watching his buds eagerly going down on him. He idly considered getting a harem boy outfit for Liam too. Trent imagined how hot their next "camping" trip would be with Liam running around the campsite dressed like a slutty version of Aladdin.

Then his cocksuckers changed things up, working as a team they worked his cock from the tip to the root with their tongues lapping the underside of his shaft. His boys were looking into each other's eyes, the tips of their tongues dueling as they slowly moved up and down the rigid shaft, wetly servicing Daddy's cock. "Fuck that's hot boys. Go faster. Work Daddy's dick like good cocksuckers..." Trent husked as he tightened his grasp on the hair on the backs of their heads.

The boys smiled at each other as they worked Daddy's cock. They had him going now... they applied more pressure to the underside of the shaft and wiggled their tongues faster while moving from the root to the tip and back, faster and faster, edging Daddy to the brink of orgasm.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum..." Trent warned causing his cocksuckers to rush back to the head, their cheeks pressed together and mouths wide open like hungry baby birds. "Oh... fuck..." Trent groaned as he unloaded rope after rope of thick cream onto their waiting tongues.

As soon as Trent stopped shooting, they engulfed his softening cock head with their mouths again, making out and sucking out the dregs from his shaft, sharing Daddy's load...

"Fuck..." Trent exhaled and backed off on shaky legs to lean back against the door. He watched his cocksuckers continue to make out, kissing deeply, slowly swallowing his load. "Damn that was hot..." he moaned as he slowly came back to earth and his cock started to stiffen anew as he watched his boys kiss with increasing passion.

As Danny made out with Liam, he realized that he was kissing a real boy and had just engaged in his first gay sex with real live, flesh and blood men. Up until now he had only kissed, sucked and been fucked by his sex doll, so it was like losing his virginity all over again. He had just sucked a living cock and swallowed his first load of real cum.

There was no chance of denying the truth anymore.

Danny was a cocksucker.

For real this time.

He now found that he couldn't wait to surrender his anal virginity to a real man's cock. Danny reached around and kneaded Liam's solid butt through his jeans as he sucked on his bud's probing tongue. Danny also wanted to experience the feeling of fucking a real live bottom boy's sweet ass and Liam had the perfect ass to be his first.

But Trent was having the same thoughts about Danny's perky butt. "Get your sweet ass up on the bed, Danny," Trent ordered as he pulled his boys apart. Liam was a bit disappointed that he had been delegated to third wheel status in the three-way, but he hoped he would get a crack at fucking Danny before the night was over.

Danny crawled towards the bed, using the moment to work his butt like the natural cock tease he was before clambering up onto the king-sized bed to present his ass to Daddy Trent while looking enticingly back over his shoulder like a slut. Trent peeled off the last of his clothes and approached his new boy with an evil smile. he climbed up onto the bed on his knees, grabbed Danny's hips and flipped the little harem slut onto his back. "I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch, Danny," Trent husked as he leaned down and kissed the longhaired bottom boy deeply. Danny moaned submissively and wrapped his arms and legs around his new Daddy.

Liam stripped himself naked as he approached the bed and tossed the bottle of lube on the nightstand to Trent while waiting for his opening to get in on the action. Trent broke the kiss, pulled Danny's harem pants and thong down over his hips, then started to lube up his own hard cock. Liam gazed down upon Danny, drinking in the beautiful sight of the slutty harem boy lying on his back, legs willingly spread for his deflowering, arms akimbo with palms up in surrender and his long highlighted hair fanned out around his head like a halo as if Danny was an angel that had fallen to the carnal temptations of earthly delights. Liam knew that this beautiful vision of pure homoerotic male submission would be burned into his memory forever.

Trent moved forward and pressed his cock slowly but with unrelenting determination into Danny's open quim. Danny gasped at the penetration, his mouth opening in a perfect "O" as any last vestige of virginity was wiped away by the flesh and blood cock breaching his well-used boy pussy.

Liam saw his opening and climbed onto the bed, feeding his own hard cock into Danny's open mouth, savoring the warm moist oral ministrations of his fallen angel. Both men started to pump their hips, savoring Danny's warm, moist orifices as they slowly spit-roasted the moaning bottom boy.

Johnny howled into Daddy's hand covering his mouth as his virginity was roughly torn from him. He was bent over a spackle bucket in the back of his van with his ass vulnerably presented to his Daddy while his flailing arms and legs couldn't gain any purchase on the vans floor. The black cock that skewered his innards felt like a baseball bat was jackhammering his colon.

The pain went down a bit from blinding to sharp as his ass finally surrendered to the unfamiliar invasion of his most private place. "Hand in there Johnny boy," his sweaty black Daddy husked in his ear as he continued to plow his boy's creamy white ass. "It will get better. You're gonna love it. After this you'll feel empty without a big black cock inside you."

Daddy was right. The pain started to subside a bit and Johnny started to feel a deep pleasure emanating from his guts. He grabbed fistfuls of the drop cloth and grit his teeth to tough it out. Daddy recognized his white boy's surrender... they always surrendered their squirming ass pussy to his black cock, "Yeah, boy... take my cock in your pussy... you never forget your first one, Johnny boy..."

"Is this a private orgy or can anyone join?" Brat interrupted Trent and Liam's spit-roast of Danny. The two men turned in surprise to find the cocky twenty-year-old version of Danny, still dressed in his harem boy outfit, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, pelvis jauntily thrust forward.

Liam was thrilled to see Brat. Danny had told him that he fucked the young brat every morning, so now he wouldn't have to wait to get some boy pussy. Liam pulled his dick from Danny's sucking mouth and quickly approached Brat when a thought struck him, "Can you make your hair longer?".

Brat gave him a cocky smile. Liam obviously had a thing for dudes with long hair. Brat took a step closer to Liam, almost challenging the older man, "Say when..."

Liam's eyes went wide as Brat's chestnut hair quickly got longer, brushing his shoulders before cascading over them, going lower until it passed his shoulder blades, dropping lower and lower...

"When!" Liam had been so fascinated, not to mention turned on, watching Brat's hair get longer that the young man's hair was down to the small of his back before Liam told him to stop it.

"Damn..." Trent husked. He had momentarily stopped fucking Danny to watch Brat's quick transformation.

Liam pulled Brat over to the bed, "Lay down next to Danny." Brat smiled as he hopped onto the bed, flipping his extra-long hair out as he laid back on the bed next to his creator and spread his legs to give Liam easy access. Liam climbed between Brat's spread thighs, yanking the young hunk's harem pants and thong down his hips, exposing his boy pussy. Liam lubed his cock and rammed home in the velvety, furnace hot chute in a single thrust,

"Yeah... fuck me, Daddy..." the Brat moaned as he was impaled.

Liam didn't have to be told twice. After a week of sucking cock and taking it up the ass, he was finally the one doing the fucking. He grabbed Brat's legs behind the knees and pushed them to his chest as he slammed into the creamy young boy ass with pent-up fuck lust.

Trent continued to fuck at a more leisurely pace, enjoying Danny's hot quim along with the even hotter view of Danny and his twenty-year-old clone being fucked side by side with their long hair deliciously fanned out over the squeaking mattress. The two moaning bottom boys looked like slutty older and younger brothers in their harem outfits; older Danny was dolled up like a bejeweled belly dancer in his pink outfit while younger Brat looked slightly more masculine in his black and gold costume.

Danny wrapped his legs around Trent's hips and ran his hands over the stud's hairy chest, relishing the innate masculinity of the sweaty dad bod above him almost as much as the sense of quiet authority that Trent exuded as he fucked him. Trent fucked his boy with that same steady, inexorably confidence that Danny knew so well back in college when he would direct he and Liam with the simple directive, "Let's go..." which could mean it was time to go somewhere, engage in some activity or that it was time to leave. Danny suddenly realized that Trent had led he and Liam around like a couple of obedient pups for four years... so it now almost seemed inevitable to Danny that they would become his willing bottom bitches.

His epiphany continued. After his marriage collapsed, he had replaced the photo of him and Cindy with one of the happiest of times, the seemingly innocent photo of Danny and his college buddies. But Danny now understood that it was really a photo of Trent smiling triumphantly with his arms over the shoulders of his boys Liam and Danny, who had their arms wrapped around their Daddy's waist, grinning stupidly and proudly at their status of owned boys!

That was why Danny had ordered a clone of himself but with all the traits that he had secretly admired in Trent, a daddy figure to take charge of him and his life. Danny craved having a Daddy to serve, just like Liam did, but instead of just an occasional sexual "fix" Danny had unwittingly signed up for full time servitude with his live-in Daddy sex doll.

He gazed up with a sense of hero worship at the two hot DILF's fucking Danny and his clone side by side. Trent was everything that Danny wanted to be but could never achieve while Liam had found the perfect sweet spot, being a solid husband and father who also got to drop to his knees to discreetly serve his Daddy Trent on a regular basis.

Danny looked up at Trent with worshipping eyes. "Take me, Daddy..." he begged, wrapping his legs tighter around Trent, who smiled and picked up the pace of his deep strokes.

"Shit. I'm getting close..." Liam groaned.

Trent stopped fucking. "Let's switch."

Liam obediently stopped fucking like the good boy Trent had trained him to be. "Good idea, dude. I gotta try me some of that Danny pussy."

Danny was game. He felt a thrill in his core at being fucked by Liam and suffering a demotion in his status by becoming a bottom boy for a Daddy's boy.

"Let's do them doggy style," Trent chuckled. "Up on all fours, bitches... and face the mirrors."

Danny quickly flipped over and clambered into position, presenting his ass to Liam, causing the two DILF's to chuckle. Liam patted Danny's upturned butt, "Looks like someone is eager to be bitched."

Not to be outdone, Brat got on all fours side by side with Danny, flipped his hair becomingly to one side and looked back over his shoulder at Trent, "I'm ready for you Daddy." Brat arched his back and wagged his butt suggestively, almost daring Trent to mount him.

The little brat may have gotten too cocky for his own good. Instead of kneeling up on the bed behind the youth, Trent took a firm grip of his narrow hips, pulling his prey back to the edge of the bed. Unconcerned about damaging the sex toy, Trent lubed his cock and in one thrust rammed it to the hilt up the tight boy pussy. Brat's pussy may have been artificial, but his reaction was completely real. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned loudly and grabbed the covers in an attempt to crawl away. But Trent had a firm grip on his hips preventing Brat's escape. Trent started to fuck that creamy college boy ass full bore, pistoning the full length of his hard rod in and out of the youth's spasming colon.

Having only fucked Brat from behind in the shower, Danny was mesmerized by the reflection of Brat's facial reactions to being fucked, his mouth hanging open and the way his eyebrows arched each time Trent bottomed out in his ass. But his attention switched to Liam standing behind him when he felt the blunt head of the bottom boy's cock pressing against his own loosened entrance. Liam popped the head of his cock into Danny's rosebud, breaching his sphincter before using a series of quick short thrusts to inexorably work the full length of his cock up inside Danny's core. Danny buried his face in the comforter and grunted with each thrust. Liam's cock was thinner than Trent's so it was easier to take, but Danny found it a little disturbing that if he were blindfolded, his ass could recognize a man's cock.

Liam started to rabbit fuck Danny with short strokes, forcing a staccato moan from his boy. "Fu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uck..." Danny groaned into the mattress.

SMACK! Danny popped back up onto all fours when out of nowhere Liam smacked him on the ass... hard! "Head's up, Danny. We wanna see your face while I fuck you."

"Ye-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-es.... Da-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-dee..." Danny flipped his long hair back out of his eyes and looked back at Liam in the mirror. The former bottom boy was now indeed in full daddy mode, fully in charge of his bottom bitch. Damn, he was a sexy DILF... Liam grabbed two handfuls of Danny's hair and pulled back, raising his head and forcing him to arch his back.

Trent grabbed a handful of Brat's long hair and did the same while using his free hand to spank his tattooed butt cheek. "Yeah, ride that cock like a pony, bitch!" Trent ordered. Brat started to push back in time to Trent's thrusting cock. "Yeah... ride that cock my pretty pony..."

Danny watched Brat moan, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck" as Trent rode him with long strokes while Danny moaned, "Fu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uck..." as Liam delivered short rapid strokes to his colon causing his costume jewelry to jingle like sleighbells. The two DILF's were indeed riding Danny and his clone like a couple of stud jockeys riding their ponies hard towards the finish line, using their long hair as reins while riding their ponyboys bareback. Danny certainly felt himself racing to his own finish line as he felt an impending orgasm building from Liam's cock rapidly jabbing at his prostate. "I'm get-ting cl-cl- cl-cl-ose... Da-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-dee..." Danny stuttered as his cock started to shoot ropes of cum onto the bed.

But Liam wasn't ready to finish yet, "Yeah, who's your Daddy, ponyboy? Take my cock like a little bitch..." Liam kept up his rapid strokes as he pulled back on Danny's hair harder, his hips spanking Danny's rounded rump, causing the cheeks to jiggle from each impact. Danny wailed as he was fucked post orgasm, grabbing fistfuls of comforter in a futile attempt to absorb the shock of having his guts jackhammered by hard cock. With his hair pulled back, Danny was forced to watch in the mirror the reflection of his old buddies sodomizing the two moaning harem boys kneeling on the bed like dogs. But the slutty harem boys in the mirror were reflections of Danny's true self. Brat was submitting to Trent just like Danny had when he was in his twenties, only now it was more honest in its extreme form of complete sexual submission.

Trent smacked Brat's reddened ass again and pulled his bitchboy back harder by his hair, which tipped Brat over the edge to orgasm in the ultimate act of surrender to another male. "I fucked the cum out of you, didn't I, bitch?" Trent spanked Brat again while speeding up his thrusts. "Let me fill you back up, you little brat." Trent then grabbed Liams butt and shoved a finger up his ass, "Let's cream these sluts together, boy."

Liam came from his Daddy's finger sawing in and out of his pussy, "Yes, Daddy! I-I'm coming..." Liam unloaded into Danny at his Daddy's command like a good boy just as Trent filled young Brat's colon with loads of his manly seed. The two DILF's pulled their harem boys back by their long hair onto their cocks as they injected shot after shot of hot semen into their bowels.

The image in the mirrored wall would forever be burned into Danny's memory of himself dolled up like a belly dancer on all fours, pulled back roughly by the hair onto Liam's cock as he took a real man's load up his open quim while next to him his moaning younger self was being impregnated by the alpha male Trent while dressed as a harem slut boy. It was like seeing his past, present and likely future being rewritten, all pointing to an inevitable fate for Danny of a lifetime of sexual servitude as a compliant bottom boy for real men.

The Daddy's collapsed on top of their spent bottom boys. Danny basked in post-coital bliss, enjoying the warm feeling of Liam's full weight on his back pressing him into the mattress as he whispered the same sweet nothings into his ear that Danny used to tell his wife; how amazing his pussy was, how beautiful he was, that he was a hot little cock slut, etc. Danny moaned softly in response as Liam's cock went soft in his ass until his pussy expelled it along with a dribble of warm gism. After months of playing at being a bottom boy, Danny finally accepted that this was his true place, lying beneath a man and being gently cuddled after having just been roughly used by him sexually. This was his bliss...

Liam was still coming down off his sexual high when he felt Trent wiggle the finger still lodged in his ass. He looked over at a grinning Trent who explained, "We still have to consummate our uhm, marriage as Daddy and boy..."

Liam grinned back, "Good thing we have a couple of bridesmaids here to help out."

Trent chuckled as he looked from Brat to Danny, "You ladies ready to help me make my ownership of my boy official?"

Danny and Brat looked at each other, uncertain about what Trent had in mind. Danny finally asked the question, "What do you want us to do?"

Trent got up and gave Liam a playful pat on the butt, "Get my boy ready for his wedding night..." He headed for the door, "I'm gonna grab a beer and a snack. Let me know when my boy is ready for me."

There was a flurry of activity for the next forty-five minutes. They had Liam prep, take a quick shower and Danny gave him a close shave. He was going back to his wife tomorrow so they couldn't do anything noticeable but did their best to get the Daddy's boy ready for a memorable night. What to do for his wardrobe was a problem since Liam refused anything he considered "too fruity". Danny did talk him into wearing some subtle eyeliner to enhance his eyes and Brat added a short braid to his hair that hung becomingly over his temple.

Finding something hot for Liam to wear for his special night was harder. Danny's little booty shorts weren't butch enough for Liam's taste, but luckily Brat had an outfit that he was planning to wear at the Tinderbox before he switched to a harem outfit to match Danny's. The two harem boys quickly got Liam dressed and Danny called down the hall to let Trent know that his boy was ready for him.

Trent entered the bedroom and was surprised to find that the harem boys had quickly transformed it into a honeymoon suite. The bedclothes had been replaced by a white satin comforter with matching pillows and sheets; romantic lighting was provided by scented candles and smooth jazz played from hidden speakers.

Liam was kneeling on the carpet at the foot of the bed. His head bowed, he was draped in a white satin sheet that made him look like a hooded monk. The two harem boys stood behind the kneeling boy and as Trent approached, they each grabbed an end of the sheet and pulled. The sheet unfurled, revealing Liam to his Daddy.

"Wow..." Trent exhaled when he saw his boy bride.

But Liam looked nothing like a bride... he was all in black. The kneeling young stud was wearing a black jockstrap with chrome studded black leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. A black leather studded harness cross-crossed his chest and a wide matching dog collar was buckled around his neck with a dangling dog tag that bore the title, "DADDY'S boy". Just in case that was too subtle, "DADDY'S boy" was also scrawled in red lipstick across his chest while further down on his abs was the damning addendum,

"NOW

&

4EVER"

Liam was holding out to Trent a heavy chain leash that was attached to his collar. He looked up to his Daddy with a combination of lust and admiration and offered up his leash to his Daddy, relinquishing control and surrendering use of his body to his master... now and forever.

Trent took the proffered leash and gazed down upon his boy, chucking him under the chin, admiring how the eyeliner brought out his blue eyes while running a thumb over his smooth freshly shaved cheek before tracing his boy's soft lips. He couldn't help but admire what a beautiful boy Liam was. He knew that this image of a supplicant Liam kneeling before his Daddy in his leather sex slave gear would be burned into his memory forever. Trent pressed his thumb inward and Liam dutifully sucked on it with such enthusiasm that Trent's cock rose back to full mast. He pulled out his thumb and pulled on the leash, applying inexorable pressure that pulled Liam so close that he could feel his boy's breath on his cock head.

Liam's two harem boy "bridesmaids" knelt down next to him and like having a devil on each shoulder, whispered not-so-sweet nothings in his ears, "Do it, Liam. Wrap your lips around your Daddy's cock."

Liam didn't need any encouragement. He eagerly opened his mouth, leaned forward and took Trent's cock into his mouth.

"Atta, boy. Lick the head. Make your Daddy feel good..."

Trent moaned softly above them. "Good boy. Please your Daddy." Liam felt one of his devils stroking his back soothingly while the other stroked the hair on the back of his head.

"Suck Daddy's cock nice and slow. Savor it..."

"This is your place now. You belong on your knees sucking Daddy's cock..."

"You belong to him now. You're Daddy's cocksucker... now and forever."

Being called a cocksucker stung Liam's straight boy pride, calling someone a cocksucker was an insult that he and his buddies had tossed around since high school, but now his bridesmaids were offering soothing encouragements as he slowly bobbed his head on Trent's cock.

"Don't fight it... accept it. You promised to be a good Daddy's boy... his personal cocksucker"

"Think of how many times you've already sucked his cock... you've been practicing for this moment for years..."

Both Trent and Liam moaned at the memory of the first time that Liam had sucked Trent's cock and the countless times he had dropped to his knees and sucked Daddy's cock since. Trent looked down at the sight of the three hot bottom boys kneeling before him as Liam picked up the pace of his cocksucking. The harem boys started stroking the back of Trent's hairy calves and thighs as they continued to stroke Liam's hair and back, urging Daddy and boy on in their hot cocksucking session with their soft hands and gentle urgings.

"Think of all the hot loads from your Daddy you've swallowed over the years."

They both moaned again at their shared memories.

"All that Daddy protein you swallowed is part of you now boy."

More moans.

"Daddy's already in every cell in your body, boy."

"From your head to your toes."

Trent pulled harder on Liam's leash and started to jerk his hips in response to the incessant dirty talk. He was getting close.

"You've got Daddy under your skin..."

"In your bloodstream..."

"Daddy's been marking you as his property for years..."

"Inside and out."

"Daddy owns you."

"You're his cocksucker."

"Now and forever."

Trent growled, "Fuck... I'm gonna cum..."

"Don't swallow it yet..."

"Save it..."

Trent came hard, pulling on the chain with one hand and grabbing Liam's shoulder for support as he bent over his boy and unleashed one hot track of semen after another into his cocksucker's mouth... Liam's mouth and the dirty talk had induced one of the best, knee shaking orgasms Trent had ever experienced.

His cock soon softened and slipped from Liams mouth. Like a good boy, Liam had saved it all in his mouth, cheeks swollen like a squirrel with Daddy's cum.

"Show it to Daddy."

Liam looked up at his Daddy and opened wide, showing Trent the massive load he had coaxed out of his balls.

"Swirl your tongue around so you can savor it." Liam did as he was instructed like a good boy, savoring the flavor of Trent's semen. It was an acquired taste, but Liam was addicted to it... like his morning coffee.

Trent was still catching his breath as he gazed down at his cocksucker, twirling his huge load around his mouth with his talented tongue. Only one sight could be hotter and Trent couldn't wait any longer to witness it, "Swallow my load, cocksucker."

Liam moaned in submissive excitement. It was the first time Trent had ever called him a cocksucker and it thrilled him to his core.

Liam swallowed... and swallowed again. It took a couple of tries to get the viscous load down into his gullet. Liam unconsciously rubbed his belly, knowing now that Trent's load would be digested and distributed throughout his body, becoming part of him like Trent already was... from his hair to his toenails. Yeah, he had his Daddy under his skin...

The harem bridesmaids leaned in and sucked Trent's cock clean, then pulled Liam in for a three-way makeout session and tongue lashing of Trent's cockhead. It didn't take very long for Trent to get hard again.

"Let us get your boy ready for you, Daddy Trent," Brat said as they picked Liam up by the back of his knees and harness, easily bearing him over to the bed, resting Liam's head against the pillows on the headboard. Liam felt like a sacrificial lamb being carried to the altar for slaughter.

Trent watched as the harem boys lifted Liam's hips off the bed and slid a wedge shaped pillow under his hips. They knelt on either side of his boy as they each took hold of Liam under the knees, lifting and spreading his thighs, exposing his hole to his Daddy. Danny held out a bottle of lube to Trent, "Your boy is ready to be claimed by you, Daddy Trent."

Holy shit... Liam thought as he watched Trent climb up onto the bed and move towards him. This all suddenly seemed very real. He was about to be claimed as a boy by his Daddy. Trent had been fucking Liam for years and it had all been great fun, just a couple of buds fooling around, but this time was different. This time it seemed... ceremonial, like his wedding had been. He was about to officially become Trent's boy in a twisted pagan ceremony where he was little more than an object... an offering, a prize.

Liam glanced up at the Dannys dressed in harem outfits, like they were some kind of priestesses presiding over this twisted ceremony, holding his legs vulnerably open as Trent lubed his spear to gut him like a pagan priest making a sacrifice to the gods!

Liam instinctively tried to sit up, one last pathetic attempt to escape his coming impalement, but the priestesses easily pressed him back into the mattress and each of them put a knee on his shoulders, pinning him down while holding his legs spread wide for his Daddy.

Trent smiled down at it with an evil grin, "You're not going anywhere, bitchboy. You're mine now. All mine..." Trent moved forward, holding his lubed cock like a weapon.

Contact.

"Wait..." Liam managed to beg weakly before Trent's cockhead popped inside him. His eyebrows arched in response as Trent easily slid into his lubed boy pussy. It was done. Liam had been officially taken by his Daddy.

But the ceremony wasn't over.

The boy had yet to be claimed.

Trent started to slowly fuck his prize. Liam looked around wildly for rescue, but he two harem boys above him were starting to make out again.

"Look at me, boy," Trent commanded.

Liam complied, looking up into his Daddy's amazing green eyes, transfixed as he had always done whenever Trent fucked him on his back. But again, this time was different, each stroke of Daddy's cock in his ass was claiming him as property. Liam started to moan each time Daddy bottomed out in his boy pussy, his hands clutching handfuls of white satin as his body betrayed him. His mouth opened wide into an O and his eyebrows arched with each new penetration, pleading with his Daddy to stop this process before it was too late.

Then Brat reached down and pulled his harem pants and thong down under his balls, freeing his hard cock which he rubbed against Liam's smooth cheek. Oh god, no... Then Danny did the same on his other side, leaving Liam with two drooling boy cocks laving tracks of pre-cum on his cheeks.

Trent gave him that same evil grin of conquest, "Do it, cocksucker."

Liam's tongue lashed out and lapped at the cockheads like an obedient cocksucker, his eye contact with his Daddy remained unbroken. Even as Liam lapped at the cocks of the Dannys making out above him while they had him pinned to the mattress, this was somehow the most sexually intimate moment he had ever shared with his Daddy. Daddy was claiming him as his boy, now and forever.

Trent shifted forward and started to seriously fuck his boy, driving his cock harder into Liam's pussy that was elevated to just the right angle for a deep dive by the sex pillow. "Yeah, work those dicks, cocksucker while I fuck you into my owned boy," Trent growled down at his boy.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Liam whimpered in submission as he worked his hands free to grab Danny and Brat's cocks, sucking on one head, then the other. Liam had finally broken. He was now a Daddy's boy... Trent's boy. He would now and forever obey his Daddy without question.

Danny and Brat broke off their kissing to behold the hot scene of straight, married dad Liam eagerly sucking their cocks while maintaining his eye contact with his Daddy. After all, he was sucking them for his Daddy...

That's what he told himself, but the truth was that Liam was enjoying being at the bottom rung of the male pecking order. It was somehow liberating to stop trying so hard to be a top man and just relax into the roles of a pussy boy and cocksucker. Liam wanked the two cocks hovering over his mouth, taking Brat's cock into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head on it while looking up at his Daddy and grunting on each impalement of Daddy's cock deep up his boy pussy. Then he pulled off with a pop and switched over to bobbing and sucking on Danny's cock.

Trent shifted forward as he watched the hot gay porn scene of his boy sucking on hard Danny cock so he could piledrive with increasing urgency into his boy's pussy. Liam moaned loudly around Danny's cock, "Owh... Dahh.. dee..." as his ass was reamed by his Daddy.

That moan of bottom boy turn on was all Trent needed to hear to kick it up a gear. He leaned over his boy, grabbed his harness and started to slam into Liam's defenseless hole. Liam almost wailed as Daddy's hips started to spank his upturned butt with powerful thrusts, stirring his guts mercilessly.

Liam started to jerk the harem boy's cocks faster and harder as Daddy fucked him faster and harder...

Danny was the first to lose it, "Oh... god... I'm gonna..." He never finished the sentence as he shot load after load on Liam's cheek and into his open gasping mouth. That drove Brat over the edge, adding his own glaze to Liam's smooth-shaven cheeks and filling his mouth to the brim with cum.

"Get ready to take my load up your pussy, cocksucker," Trent growled as the sight of Liam gulping cum while getting a bukkake facial from the two pretty boys pushed him to the edge of his own orgasm. Trent pulled hard on Liam's chest harness, yanking Liam off the mattress so he was sitting skewered on Trent's cock. Trent shoved his hips forward hard, driving his cock to new depths as his cock blasted load after load into Liam's core. "Yeah, take Daddy's load up your pussy," Trent growled as he filled Liam's colon. "I'm marking with my cum. You feel it? I own you, Liam. You're Daddy's boy, now.

"Now and forever, Daddy," Liam sobbed and buried his face in Trent's shoulder. Liam had no idea why he was crying like a lost boy... especially now that he was no longer lost, he had a Daddy to take care of him now and he knew that everything was going to be okay. It was like a dam had broken and all the tears Liam had held in over the years because big boys don't cry, started pouring out of his soul. Trent was taken aback by Liam's sobs, only now realizing how deeply his boy was broken. He wrapped his arms around Liam and held him tight, gently stroking his back. "It's alright, boy. Daddy's got you. I got you. You're my good boy... Everything will be fine... Daddy's gonna take good care of his boy..."

While Trent was soothing his boy, the harem boys busied themselves tidying up. Danny brought Trent a warm, damp washcloth and a towel while Brat extinguished candles, turned down the bed and fluffed pillows. Trent wiped the cum from Liam's face with the washcloth and dried him with the towel, all the while whispering soothing words to his boy. He removed Trent's sex slave costume; unbuckling his collar and harness, removing his cuffs and jockstrap, cleaned and dried his messy crotch. Daddy lifted his boy up tenderly and slid Liam into bed, climbing in behind him to spoon his boy and pulling the covers over them. A moment later, Danny and Brat slid under the covers with Brat spooning Danny. Brat morphed back into Dan as he recharged, the LED light on his charger cast a dim glow across the room and Trent started to snore softly as he snuggled his boy.

The two bottom boys, Danny and Liam were left facing each other in the dim light.

"You okay, Liam?" Danny asked with genuine concern.

Liam was embarrassed about loosing it and sobbing like a kid, "Yeah, I think so... I don't know what came over me."

"It's alright," Danny reached over and gently laid his hand over Liam's. "Totally surrendering yourself to your Daddy can be a little jarring..."

Liam paused a moment before taking on the gorilla in the room, "Danny... are you gay now?"

It was Danny's turn to pause before smiling at Liam, "I don't think so... I'm just a total Daddy's boy."

Liam smiled back, "Me, too."

Danny tickled Liam's toes with his own, "... and you've got the toe rings to prove it!"

Liam chuckled softly, "... and you've got the tats!"

The two boys chatted while their sleeping Daddys spooned them. To finally have a buddy in the same situation that they could share a real heart-to-heart talk with was cathartic for them both. They talked for over an hour before snuggling back against their Daddys and drifting off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Johnny was still taking the longest, hottest shower of his life in a futile attempt to scrub away the shame. What the hell had happened? He had humiliated himself in public by following a black man around barefoot in a gay bar, made out with him, sucked off his cock and then willingly bent over a spackle bucket in the back of his van to allow himself to be fucked!

Suppose he picked up a disease?

He ran the soap over his tender hole for the thousandth time and gently inserted a soapy finger to clean himself out. He winced as he inserted the full finger in there to clean things out, but just as Daddy had promised, the memories came flooding back... Johnny vividly remembered all the sounds, smells and sensations of the hellish encounter. His black Daddy's eyes, hard cock, solid butt cheeks, his demanding tongue filling his mouth... Johnny's practiced right hand sought out his hard cock and he started to jerk off to the memories as he finger-fucked himself. Daddy was right, Johnny already missed Daddy's hard cock up his ass, he felt empty without it inside him. Formerly straight Johnny added to his shameful exploits of the evening as he jerked himself off to the memories of his first time with his black Daddy until he finally shot load after load of white boy spunk on his shower wall...

Dan woke Danny early, but instead of their usual morning workout, they had a quick shower then got busy getting breakfast ready for their guests because Trent and Liam had to get an early start for the long drive home. Danny threw their clothes in the wash and laid out some sweatpants and a top for Trent but for Liam he put out a pair of his short shorts with a matching top.

Liam hesitantly came out for breakfast at Trent's urging in his booty shorts and matching top. They were turquoise blue with hot pink trim and a blushing Liam kept trying to pull the embarrassingly short hem lower on his nylon short shorts. Liam blushed even more furiously when he saw that Danny was wearing the same type of form-fitting shiny stretch nylon tank top and booty shorts but in hot pink with turquoise trim. Seeing how tempting the tiny booty shorts made Danny's butt look as he set the table made Liam blush to realize that his outfit was something that only an owned boy would wear to show off his physical assets for his Daddy.

"Morning guys. Grab a seat and help yourself to coffee." Dan gave Liam a once over and winked, "Looking good, Liam."

Liam blushed. Being seen in this outfit was as embarrassing and humiliating as one of those dreams where you are in school in your underwear. Trent goosed his nylon clad butt playfully.

"Daddy...!" Liam almost squealed in surprise and reflexively covered his crotch and held his knees together. Shit... it was such a girly response, but Liam also felt a rush of desire for his Daddy sweep through him.

Trent laughed, pulled his boy close and kissed his cheek before steering Liam to one of the stools at the island. Liam slid his tender butt onto the stool. He was still sore from the pounding he got from Daddy last night.

Danny noticed how the dynamic between his old college buddies had changed since yesterday. They were no longer equals. Liam was now obviously Trent's sexual submissive and owned boy. Liam sat with his knees together and hands in his lap while Trent was manspreading with his thigh pressed against Liam's bare leg and his arm around his boy, idly stroking his back through the thin nylon tank top. They made a hot couple.

The dynamic continued as they ate breakfast with the Daddy's and boys sitting opposite each other, having separate conversations that occasionally spilled over into each other very much like straight couples would. While the Daddy's made plans for Trent and his boy to stay at the lake house during their next "camping" trip, the boys were chatting quietly about all the sexy outfits and jewelry Liam could borrow on his next trip, tips on prepping for their Daddys, even blowjob techniques.

All too soon it was time for Trent and Liam to get on the road, but it was too soon for Liam to breathe a sigh of relief and get back to his straight life. As they went to change into their normal clothes Trent asked, "Hey, is it okay if Liam hangs onto this sexy outfit for the long drive home?"

Daddy Dan smiled, "Sure, Trent. You might as well get every mile out of your boy as you can." He gave Trent a wink. Liam was stunned. The thought of driving shotgun all the way home while dressed like a gay slut was daunting, but he also realized that he would be expected to give Daddy at least a couple of blowjobs during the long drive.

Trent winked back, "Thanks, bro." Trent put a hand in the small of Liam's back and steered him back to the bedroom to change. Liam felt like the walls were closing in on him as he realized that he was now expected to provide sexual services to his Daddy beyond their regular "camping" trips. Once they got to the bedroom, Liam tried to talk to Trent about how this was spiraling out of control, but instead found himself on his knees, giving his Daddy a quick morning blowjob.

After feeding his boy dessert, Trent quickly got dressed in his own gear but Liam's last-minute appeal to wear his own clothes was denied, so he sullenly remained barefoot in his bootie shorts. Not allowing him to get dressed or even wear socks and shoes seemed petty, emasculating and humiliating to Liam, but as he looked down at his bare toes decorated with his new "Daddy's boy" toe rings it all seemed right to him. Liam was just a cherished plaything for Trent, and that thought gave him a thrill in the core of his being.

Trent finished dressing and handed Liam his own clothes and shoes to carry, "It's time we got on the road. Let's go, boy."

"Yes, Daddy," Liam felt that thrill again and meekly followed his Daddy like a good boy, admiring his Daddy's solid back and butt, contemplating how hot his Daddy was and that he already wanted to taste another load of his Daddy's hot cum.

They said their goodbyes to Dan and Danny. While Trent and Dan discussed when they could visit again, Danny hugged Liam and gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, "I enjoyed chatting with you last night. You have my number, give me a call anytime you need a boy-to-boy talk."

Liam hugged him back, "Thanks, Danny. I will, I promise."

Trent took hold of Liam's bicep and steered him toward the door, "Sorry to break it up boys, but we gotta get on the road."

They all said goodbye again and Dan and Danny watched Trent lead his barefoot boy Liam out to his truck. They got in and Trent started the truck but it didn't move. Danny could see that there was some discussion going back and forth until Liam hung his head, unbuckled his seat belt and slid over from riding shotgun to the center seat. Danny felt a twinge of sympathy for Liam. Sitting in the center seat next to his Daddy would advertise his status to everyone they passed on the long drive home. Trent put the truck in gear and tooted as they pulled away. Dan and Danny waved back, but Danny put his hand up to his ear and mouthed, "Call me" to Liam.

Danny waved goodbye again as the pickup truck headed down the long wooded driveway and he saw Trent put his arm around Liam and pull him close just before the truck disappeared from view. Danny was truly sorry to see Liam leave. It was nice to have another Daddy's boy around for company, even if only for one night. He turned to head back inside, but Dan stood unmoved looking down the driveway.

"You coming inside?" Danny asked a little confused. Then he turned around when he heard a vehicle coming down the driveway. Danny recognized the van as one from the sex droid company.

"Right on time..." Dan said.

"Huh?" Danny wasn't sure what was happening. Was Dan expecting a visit from the droid company? Then he saw four men get out of the van and walk towards them. Danny recognized the driver as the foot pervert from the Tinderbox. WTF?

"Daniel Bradford?" the driver asked.

"Yeah, I'm Daniel Bradford," Dan answered before Danny could say a word.

"I have a delivery for you. I just need your print."

"Sure," Dan put his thumb on the proffered screen. "You remember my houseboy Danny."

Danny's head pivoted at Dan. Houseboy? That feeling of foreboding returned. Now he was a houseboy in his own home. The screen chimed, accepting the droid's thumbprint as Daniel Bradford.

The foot creep smiled at Danny, sending a chill through him and making him feel foolish and vulnerable in his hot pink booty shorts. "Sure, I remember Danny. What a lucky houseboy you are to get three more daddies to serve."

Three more daddies...?

Danny was gob smacked. The pieces all fell into place. The three other men were the delivery from the sex droid company. Danny gave them a quick once-over, they were all tall, older and of different races...

He had three more daddies to service now... and Danny didn't feel very lucky about it at all.

Next Chapter: Danny has Four Daddies

To be continued...

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