Two Daddies and a Boy by the Pool

Sorry everyone that it took me so long to write this. I struggled with this one, but it's finally to a place I feel good about. It's my first attempt at a sequel, so be gentle. I hope you enjoy.

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I finally made it back to my hotel room.

I had escaped from Hunter, barely, by using someone else's towel. Luckily, the maids had been in the room, so it didn't matter that I didn't have a key. I couldn't believe everything that just happened. I had to think. Hunter still had that video of me. No telling if he was going to release it.

I did the only thing I could think of. I texted my parents and told them to put their phones on airplane mode. "There's a virus in the cloud."

Their response: "Oh gosh thanks for letting us know. We'll just turn our phones off for now."

Whew.

My girlfriend, Sara, would be harder to trick. I texted her. "Ugh someone just airdropped spoilers to Bridgerton to anyone in the radius who would accept it. Why are people so annoying?"

"Ugh. Is nothing sacred?!"

"I know. It's so rude. Maybe turn off that feature on your phone before you get here."

"Cool. I'm still a ways out. I'll text you in a bit with my ETA. See you soon, honeycakes! Love you!"

Honeycakes was the nickname she gave me after she told me she wanted to peg me. I hated it.

I texted back, "Love you, too. Drive safe."

I didn't really know if this was enough to keep them from seeing the video. My main hope, my main prayer, was that Hunter got what he wanted, and thus, would not share anything that happened earlier.

I closed the curtains. I could hear the music from outside, a subtle thump thump thump of the base. It was dance music, but I wasn't familiar with the song. The pool party was still happening, but it was dark and almost quiet in my hotel room. As I was drifting off to sleep, all I could think was: That didn't happen.

That didn't happen.

That didn't happen.

No one can know that happened. Never tell anyone. Make sure no one ever finds out. And it's best that I just forget that anything happened. I didn't suck Hunter's dick. I didn't get fucked in the ass in front of other gay guys. I didn't cum the hardest I've ever came.

That didn't happen.

That didn't happen.

I just repeated it to myself over and over.

But now that I was resting in bed, I could feel all the different ways my body was sore. My ass hurt from being spanked. My jaw hurt from being used. And of course, my hole hurt from being used so hard.

The body doesn't lie like the mind does.

That didn't happen.

That didn't happen.

That didn't happen.

Finally, I dozed off.

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I don't know how long I had been asleep when I heard a knock at the door. I woke up in a daze. "Housekeeping!"

Fuck. I didn't put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door handle. I didn't think I needed to because the cleaning crew was already here when I came back. I yelled back, "No, not today!" I heard the door unlock, the slow creak of the hinges as someone opened the door, followed by footsteps.

I said, "No housekeeping! Come back tomorrow."

That's when a man rounded the corner. He was a large man, built like a lumberjack. His shirt was unbuttoned one notch lower than usual. His gray, brown chest hair poured out like latte foam. His name tag said "Otto Reinhardt: Hotel Manager."

I was confused and groggy. "Can you please leave? Why are you in here?"

He smiled at me, and said, "Looks like your little slut is awake."

Confusion and annoyance morphed into dread and worry. What was happening? A man was coming into my room, unannounced, calling me a slut. Not to mention I was naked under the sheets. I had the sheets up past my nipples, tucker under my armpits, the way a woman wears a towel to cover her chest. It's something I had always done. I have sensitive nipples, and they get cold easily.

"Huh?! Please. I don't need--"

That's when Hunter rounded the corner. It felt like an anvil dropped on my chest. My dread and worry morphed into panic. I didn't know what to do. I thought I was safe from this man. I thought I was safe behind a locked door. He wasn't supposed to know what I was staying. But none of that stopped him. How was this happening?

"What. No. Please..."

Hunter was still wearing his bathing suit and cowboy hat. He said, "Is that how you greet us? Is that how you say hello? I know I raised my boy better than that."

Otto said, "I'm sure we can teach him some manners."

"Look. Please. I'm not drunk anymore. That was a one-time thing. I'm not into this."

Otto chuckled. "Hunter, he looks as frightened as a deer."

"You should've seen him downstairs," Hunter said. "It's all part of the act. He likes to play hard to get, but he secretly loves it. Don't you boy?"

"What? No. There's been a misunderstanding." I put my palms up in a STOP motion. ''Look. That was a one-off. That's not going to happen again. That happened only because I had too much to drink and I made some bad choices. I shouldn't have tried to get free drinks -- that was wrong of me. And, look, I have a girlfriend. I'm not even gay. I was just drunk and stupid. And, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if one of my drinks was spiked with something."

Hunter and Otto chuckled.

Otto reached out his huge hand in a mock-acting, theatrical pose, "The lady doth protest too much, me thinks."

"Shiiit," Hunter's Texas drawl came out behind an impressed smile. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

Otto took a bow. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"True, but I know how much fun you like to have. And I think our sweet baby faggot Jakey is going to love it."

"What?! Wait... you guys aren't hearing me."

Hunter sat his cowboy hat on top of the dresser. Then he sat on the bed a few feet from me and leaned forward. His bathing suit got the bed slightly wet. I stared at his bulge. He was close enough that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Here's the deal, son. I have already promised Otto that he would have some fun with you in exchange for letting me into your room. And seeing as how that's not strictly legal, Otto's going to be upset if he doesn't get what he wants. Understood?"

"Mighty upset," Otto added.

Otto came to the other side of the bed, also just a few feet away from me, and leaned into my space. I scooted back against the headboard, but there wasn't anywhere I could go. I was officially cornered. "Don't be scared boy."

"I'm not scared. I--"

Hunter interrupted me. "--Boy, this is happening. What did I tell you about disobeying me?"

I didn't know what to do. I was cornered. I had a headache coming on, maybe a hangover. I was so panicked I couldn't think straight. I have been here before. The fear responses are flight, fight, freeze, or fawn. Fawn meant that would try to appease or disarm them. It meant that I would cooperate or even submit. I wasn't completely there yet, but maybe I could cooperate until I could run away. I knew I needed to use the word Daddy so I wouldn't get smacked. I said, "I'm sorry Daddy, I just don't feel well. I have a headache, and --"

Otto said, "Wow, you have him well trained, already calling you daddy. You know, I think the best thing to do is to keep drinking. Stave off that hangover."

Hunter stood up and opened the minibar. He wasn't wearing a shirt. When he crouched down, I could see all the muscles in his back shift. "Let's see what we have in here..." His Texas drawl gave me flashbacks to being down at the pool. He pulled out some mini bottles of vodka.

"Please don't, I don't want to get caught taking stuff from the mini bar. My dad will kill me."

"Boy, I'm your daddy now. I planted my seed in you and so you belong to me now."

My lower half was still covered by the sheets and comforter. Otto put his hand on the bed between us. "There is some aspirin above the minibar. It's not free of course, but I can waive that cost. Same with the alcohol, technically."

Damn. He was willing to waive the cost. Free alcohol. Alcohol is like a college student's Achilles heel. I looked to Otto gratefully, "Really?

"Really," he responded with a grin.

Otto scooted an inch closer. "Look-- here's the thing. Hunter just promised me that I would have some fun. We didn't say what we would do, not exactly. Now, he DID say that your ass was the best ass ever and he also said I would blow my biggest nut. I know that's a big expectation. Real big. I've blown some big nuts. Like a water sprinkler. You may not be able to do all that, but I believe it's reasonable to say that we should meet in the middle..."

I had no idea what middle ground was for this guy. I waited for him to finish.

"... I think I should at least get off, based on the terms set forth by Hunter."

I looked back and forth between Hunter and Otto trying to read the situation. I wanted to cooperate as much as I needed to before I ran away. And honestly, watching someone jerk off was not nearly as bad what I worried might happen. Hunter raised his eyebrows at me, "That's literally the least you can do, boy."

I gulped. Getting off? Okay... How hard would that be?

It's like Otto read my mind, because then he said, "I can get off really easily."

"Is it okay with you if I remove my clothes and jerk myself off?"

I hesitated.

Hunter said, "Say, yes boy. It's the absolute least you can do. He's not asking for you to do anything."

I hesitated and thought it over. "So, if I let you jerk yourself off, you'll leave?"

Otto nodded. "Yes, I'll leave as soon as I cum. I have to get back to work after all. I'm technically on duty. Shouldn't take more than five minutes."

Here's the thing. I knew what Hunter was capable of. I couldn't even imagine what the two of them could do to me. I felt sort of lucky for getting away with so little with Otto. All I had to do was let him jerk off. Straight friends do that together all the time. Fine. No problem. I felt my dread slowly drip away and hope filled its place.

I gave the slightest nod.

Hunter said, "Good boy."

Otto slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gave me a thirsty look.

Meanwhile, Hunter handed me the aspirin on the counter and grabbed the vodka from the minibar. He threw the aspirin first, which I caught. I'm embarrassed to say, that simple catch made me feel proud in front of these two manly bears. But Hunter didn't give me time to enjoy it. He threw the small mini vodka right after that, which I caught with my remaining hand.

Otto patted my shoulder. "Good catch, kid. Fuck yeah. Now, let's get this sheet out of the way."

Otto started to pull at the sheets. I held on to them with my elbows because I didn't have free hands. I didn't want to give him the green light just yet. I looked back and forth between Hunter and Otto. My brain was scrambling. Being naked while he jerked off definitely raised the stakes. Just looking at Hunter made me worried. His arms were crossed and resting on his gut. His unblinking stare seemed to hold me in place.

Hunter reached over and grabbed the sheets and tugged them hard, pulling them completely off the bed onto the floor. Despite myself, there was a small tent growing in the sheets. I tried to hide it, but Hunter winked at me in recognition.

"Looks like you're having fun already." Otto had his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned. A layer of grey and brown hair sprawled across his chest. When he moved, the muscles under his chest moved, casting odd shadows over his body. He was built like Hunter but slightly older.

Otto slowly removed his pants. I looked down just as his big, girthy python snapped into view. It was still growing, and he gripped it with his hand. Even I, a straight man, had to admit that there's something mesmerizing about a growing dick. All the blood rushing to this one meat rod, filling it up, making it firm and powerful. It went from a flaccid worm to a log. Log, that was the perfect word for it. It was like something you could hold on to and float in the water after a shipwreck.

Otto jerked himself slowly. "You're right, Hunter. I think he likes it."

I could feel myself blushing. "What, no. I just zoned out for a second!"

Hunter chimed in. "I told you. He can't get enough."

There was a moment of hesitation after I twisted off the cap. What was I doing? This was sure to lead to something. They wanted me to drink more. The more intoxicated I was, the more pliable I became. Drunk Jake did not make good decisions. Drunk Jake was unrecognizable to sober Jake. But, then again, who was I to turn down free drinks? I'm a broke college kid. Free drinks were all I've wanted since I got here. I put the small bottle next to my lips and I threw it back the best I could. Then another, and another. I felt the Vodka burn my throat and warm my chest. I could feel myself relax, as if something heavy was being lifted off of me. The tension in my shoulders seemed to weaken. I was getting warm.

Otto continued to jerk himself. I could see precum glistening on the head of Otto's dick. I tried to look away, but I kept glancing back to it. Saliva was thickening in my mouth. I felt myself becoming more sensitive to the air in my room. The cold air pinched my nipples. I was getting goosebumps. I didn't know what was wrong with me.

Otto moaned quietly. He was staring me up and down. "Fuck- I'm getting close."

I smiled. Was this really going to be that easy? This I could handle! I mean, it was weird and awkward but at least I could handle it. Not as bad as earlier, that's for damn sure!

"Hey, kid, turn around and stick out your butt out for me."

It wasn't a question. His voice was guttural and rough. It wasn't as kind as it was before. His German accent was stronger as he was getting hornier. This meant that his pitch was flatter and more authoritative.

I hesitated. Turing around really wasn't asking a lot especially compared to what I've been through. But I was worried that it would make me more vulnerable. Putting my ass in the air was like a universal symbol for I'm ready to be fucked. I mean, if I 100% knew we would stop there, I would do it. The problem was that exposing my ass was sort of a slippery slope. I started to comply but hesitated. "You promise you're going to cum soon?"

"Yes, boy."

Hunter added, "Do what he says, or I'll make you do it."

I hadn't forgotten how Hunter can maneuver my body like a pretzel. He was so strong I felt like an action figure compared to him. It's best to do what he says, as long as it's not asking too much. I turned onto my knees and chest, making sure to point my ass in Otto's direction. I looked over my shoulders and past my buttocks, which eclipsed Otto's body from this viewpoint. Otto stuck his tongue out like he was tasting the air between us, like he was imagining himself licking my hole. The hunger in his eyes was so powerful they burrowed into me. It revealed a deep, primal desire for what he was looking at. It looked like he wanted to devour me. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

"Fuck yeah, you weren't kidding. His ass is amazing. Fuck yeah. Arch your back."

I arched my back reflexively, not realizing how much control he already had over me. I immediately regretted it. It was the first time I complied without a moment's thought. I would not be doing that again. I needed to regain control, but I wasn't sure how.

"That's right. Yeah, jiggle that ass boy."

I hesitated. My mind started sending up red flags, 'Stop, Stop, Put on your clothes, Run,' but my body wasn't listening. I was scared and I froze. He still wasn't asking a lot, but I was starting to feel degraded and helpless. I needed to decide how far to take this before it went too far. But that's when Hunter spanked me -- SMACK -- breaking me from thought process.

I decided that shaking my ass was okay. It wasn't sex, it was just exhibitionism. I jiggled my ass. I gave in. Honestly, I used to get made fun for my ass. All those jokes and all that laughter that I just had to put up with. Now, it was the opposite. My ass was a good thing. A great thing. A powerful thing. It made strong men hard. Something about it being such a turn-on was flattering. I think even as a straight guy I can be flattered by a guy liking my ass.

That, and the alcohol was certainly working.

"That's right. Keep jiggling that ass. Fuck boy, I'm so fucking close. I'm about to cum. Yeah, keep doing that and I will cum. Fuck yeah. I'm getting so close. Show me your hole. Show me that that boypussy."

"And then you'll cum?"

"Yeah, I'm so close fuck, yeah I know I'll shoot once I see that boy pussy. Aahh fucck."

I knew how this was starting to look. His moans were full of anticipation. His face was scrunched into that extreme focus. It just seemed obvious. I really thought Otto was so close to cumming. In my mind, all of this could end, fair and square, if I just showed Otto my hole so that he'd shoot his load.

It's true that I was slipping farther down the slippery slope, but I was still aware of my boundaries. I knew when I wanted this to stop. I absolutely knew. I had decided to draw the line at oral or anal sex. Hard stop.

So, I reached back and pulled my cheeks far apart, like I was parting the Dead Sea. I felt the cool air on my asshole. It gave me goosebumps. My asshole had never felt so exposed. It felt so demeaning, but I just closed my eyes, counting the seconds until Otto came.

Hunter rubbed my face, "Good boy."

Otto groaned. "Yuuum, fuck yeah. Hold it just like that. Perfect, look at that cute pink hole." He smacked my left ass cheek. SMACK. Then he hit my right cheek. SMACK. Back and forth. Back and forth. Before the pain of the first one receded, another hit came, reverberating pain like an echo that built and built and built until I couldn't stand it any longer. I gritted my teeth and clenched the sheets.

"Spanking wasn't part of the deal."

"Fuck -- I'm getting so close. Look back at me and tell me how much you want daddy to cum. Tell me how bad you want it."

I paused. I couldn't bring myself to say that.

Hunter spanked my ass. SMACK.

Then Otto spanked me. SMACK.

Hunter spanked me harder. SMACK! "Boy, do what he says before I hit your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for days."

I couldn't think. The pain was interrupting my thoughts. Fuck, no, this was crossing my boundary, right? Or, wait, was it? Yes. No. I mean, I wasn't being penetrated. This feels so sexual but isn't technically sex. I still wanted to say no.

"Please cum for me." I said, unenthusiastically.

Hunter spanked me, SMACK. "You got to be more enthusiastic than that."

"Please daddy--"

SMACK! "Make him believe it boy! Look into his eyes and beg for it."

I mustered all the energy I could, all my acting skills, and said, as enthusiastically as I could, "Daddy Otto, Daddy, please..." I looked imploring into his eyes, "Please daddy. Cum for me."

Otto grinned wickedly. "That's right boy, where do you want it?"

"Uhh" I hadn't thought that far.

"Tell Daddy Otto you want him to cum on your hole."

"Say it boy!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

"I want it. I want it sooo bad. I want your cum, Daddy. Please, I need it. Please."

"Tell Daddy to cum on your hole."

"Uhh--" I hesitated.

SMACK! Hunter spanked my ass immediately, like he knew I was going to hesitate even before I did.

SMACK!

SMACK!

I knew this would be over faster if I just did what they said.

SMACK!

My ass burned from the pain.

SMACK!

"Ow! Fine! Fine! Cum on my hole!" I gritted my teeth and clenched the sheets.

"Fuck, yeah! You want this load. You need this load. Fuck look at the pink hole. I'm so fucking close to cumming. Let me know how much you want it."

"Please Daddy, please cum on my hole. Please."

"Good boy, I can't want to see my cum drip down that hole."

"Yes, daddy. Fuck, yes." I think they could tell that my heart wasn't in it, because Hunter was looking at me harshly. I bit my lower lip hoping it would make my words more believe. I even shook my ass a little bit. Hunter's domineering stare was enough for me to work a little harder, enough to push me to be a little but sluttier.

"Your hole is staring at me. I feel like it's talking to me. Your hole is like a magnet for my dick. It's pulling me towards it."

My entire body tensed up. I knew he was leading up to something. Fear and dread mounted in my thoughts, sending alarm signals through my body. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

"I'm just going to place my dick up against your hole when I cum."

"What?! No."

Otto leaned over me and whispered. "It's okay. It's okay. Let me put my dick right up against that hole. I know once my dick kisses that tight hole, I'll shoot my load."

"No, I don't want that."

SMACK!

"Please no Daddy no."

"Don't worry. I won't go in. Just let the tip touch it. Just barely touching your hole. Kissing your hole, like a first date. Just a little peck."

"That wasn't part of our--"

SMACK!

At that moment, I felt Otto inch forward towards my ass, shifting the weight in the mattress. Then, I felt his wet precum, like warm frosting, graze my hole. I got flashbacks to being in the cabana with Hunter. I suddenly felt hot. My heartrate sped up. My entire body was clenched. I pulled my ass away and turned to look at him. Otto's dick was fully engorged, and the head was throbbing.

SMACK! Hunter spanked me on the ass. "Boy!"

I stammered. "Sorry, I just go startled. I didn't know what to do."

Hunter said, "I'm really disappointed in you, boy." He grabbed me and firmly moved me up closer to his eye level. I was again reminded how strong he was and how malleable I was. I didn't think I could ever get used to that feeling. It came as a shock, then a thrill. It was a reminder of his strength and power. He was in control. I knew it in moments like that. Even if I couldn't fully accept it, when he picked me up, it was undeniable. He looked me dead in the eyes. "This is how we're going to do it. You will be facing me, okay. Look right into my eyes. Don't look away."

I was in the doggy position. My back was arched. Hunter held my head in his hands. "That's right. Look in my eyes. Okay, boy, daddy's got you."

My heart was beating fast and hard. I was filled with fear. Still, I wanted to get this over with. I believed Otto when he said he was close to cumming. But, really, what option did I have? Even if he was lying, I still had to play along. These two could clearly take me. Not to mention, Hunter still had the video of me! And as sexual and gross and gay as it was, it still wasn't technically sex. I still hadn't crossed my boundary!

I took a large gulp, as if I was swallowing a large pill. I mumbled, "Okay fine. Right up--"

"-- I can't hear you boy!"

"Fine. Right up against my hole, but only that. Not any farther. I don't give consent to go any farther."

Hunter nodded, "Good boy." He was holding laser-focus eye-contact with me. It wasn't like he was just looking me in the eyes, but was looking past my eyes, into something deeper. It was intimidating. I've never shared eye-contact with someone for that long.

I heard Otto's voice behind me. "Okay. Okay. Assume the faggot position."

I reflexively assumed the position. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I knew what he meant by faggot position. Arched back, knees forward, butt in the air. Considering that I'm straight, I know too much about what it means to be a faggot.

I took a deep breath in. If Otto was telling the truth, then this was going to be over soon.

My asshole clenched as Otto smeared his precum on my hole. Up and down. Up and down. Fuuuck, that cum. Drooling on my hole, lubing up my hole, marking my hole as Otto's territory. Something about the warm precum smeared against my hole made my hole betray me. At first, I thought my hole was clenching, closing its gates so to speak, to keep Otto's dick out. But that wasn't it. It's like it wanted to absorb the huge log instead of shielding against it. It was sucking in, like it had a mind of its own somehow. Without realizing it, I bit my lower lip in arousal. What was happening to me?

Otto said, "Your hole keeps tightening and loosening. It wants my dick."

Fuck. Even Otto could see my hole was betraying me.

I came up with an excuse for Otto, "I'm just getting tense."

"I swear it's talking to me. It's trying to tell me something. It looks like your hole wants me to fuck it."

"That's not it. I'm just really tense."

Otto continued to use his dick to play with my hole. "Fuck! It looks like it's trying to pull my dick in, it's like it needs it. It's trying to grab my dick. I think I should fuck it."

"No, please! I didn't agree to this."

"You say that, but your boypussy is telling me something different."

"I'm saving myself for marriage."

Hunter chimed in, "Boy, I don't know what you're holding onto but it ain't your V-card."

I looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm not sure about this, Daddy. I'm scared. His dick is almost as big as yours."

"I know you're scared, but it's going to be okay. Why don't you have some more to drink?" Hunter grabbed several mini bottles of Vodka and drained them into my mouth, two at a time. "Good boy. That's right."

I couldn't really go anywhere. Daddy was holding my upper body in place and Otto was holding my ass in place. I really didn't want this, but Otto was right. My hole was betraying me. Fuck. It was like all those years in school getting erections that I couldn't control. Now it was my butthole that was betraying me.

"Daddy Otto, you said--I thought you said you were close and you wouldn't..."

"I know I know. I didn't mean to lie, baby boy. But I did, okay. I lied. But you're lying too. I can tell how bad you want it. I can tell how cock-hungry you are just from looking at your hole. It's the most cock-hungry hole I've ever seen in my life. And I'm from fucking Germany."

Daddy Hunter was holding my head in his hands. Hunter's eyes seemed to pierce my soul. Like he could see deep down into me. It was like he was a witness and herald to my true faggot nature. "I got you baby boy. I got you. Daddy's here for you. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. I know you secretly want this."

The head of Otto's dick pushed against my hole.

"Daddy, please, I don't know about this. Can we just pause for a minute?"

"I'm looking right at you, and I can see that you do want this. I can feel your goosebumps. I see the lust in your eyes. Your dick is throbbing. I know you're scared. I'm scared too. I don't want anyone to hurt my baby boy, but I know how to make you feel good. You remember earlier, you remember how good that felt?"

I shook my head. "I didn't feel... I didn't..."

Daddy Hunter shushed me calmly, "Shhh... shhh... shhh--"

I shook my head. "--But daddy--"

I felt a stronger pressure at my hole. Otto's huge dick was trying to push in somewhere that it was too big for. The mushroom head was preparing to stretch my hole.

"Wait-- I'm not ready."

Hunter took deep breaths. "Breeeaaatheee. Breeaaathe. That's right, in and out. Deep breaths. Do them with me. Any time you want to say no, just say 'use my hole' instead. Train yourself, trick your brain. Use words like 'please' and 'thank you.' Let your moans out."

Daddy Otto spoke in my ear. "That's true. That's how you be a good boyhole, that's how you treat Daddy."

Hunter smiled at me. "It will probably help get him off faster."

Daddy Otto spoke in my ear. "That's true, too."

There was a blunt pain. It was that feeling of something hard and unforgiving forcing its way forward through my clenched hole. His precum was so warm and plentiful. It was the one thing that made it easier as he pushed his dick into me. But it also seemed to send an electric current through me, something forbidden but tantalizing. I wanted more of that, but with less pain.

"AAaaaahhhhh" Hunter and I took deep breaths together. Innnn... ouuuttt. IIiiinnnnn... ouuuuuuut. Innnnnnn... "Fuuuuuck Gaaawwwwd Fuck fuck fuck."

One inch of Otto's huge log had made it past the seal and was now throbbing inside of me.

"AAHhhh --Wait wait wait-- Ahhhh, fuck. It's too big. It's too big."

I tried pulling away, but they held me in place.

"Shhh... shhh... it's okay. Don't pull away. Daddy's here. Daddy has got you. He knows how strong you are. He knows how much you can handle. Daddy wouldn't give you anything you can't handle, okay. Just trust Daddy okay."

Otto pushed another 2 ... 3 inches inside of me.

"AAAaahhhh oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmygod."

Daddy Hunter was still holding my head firmly in place as he stared down into my soul. He was staring deep into my eyes. He nodded his head, and told me, almost telepathically, yes, I'm so proud of you. If I hadn't already had goosebumps, then I would have had them after that. It was primal. It was like my brain knew that Hunter was in control, even as someone else fucked me. He was letting Otto fuck me. Hunter owned me and it was up to him.

Otto pushed even a couple inches farther. I gasped for air. I held on to Hunter's shoulders for dear life.

"MMMM... Aahhh..."

I was starting to feel so full. The pressure was almost blinding. That's when Otto said, "Half way there boy!"

I moaned. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Daddy's proud of you. Look at you. You're taking his dick so well. You're so strong baby boy."

I shook my head. Tears were pouring down my face. I felt like I was being impaled. ""Oooowww. OWWwww. Owww. God damn it it's so big. I don't know if I can take any more of this. It's so big. I don't even know how."

Right now, there was only pain of being so full, as he stretched my too-tight hole to accommodate his huge rod.

Daddy Hunter was nodding at me, as encouragement, and wiped some of the sweat from my eyes. "Good boy. Good boy. You're doing great. I'm so proud of you."

"AAaghhhh!!! OOOOHhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

Otto pushed in the final few inches, until I could feel his sweaty chest up against my back. He let out a guttural moan "AAGGGHHHHH" as he let his weight drop onto my back. I could feel his warm breath on neck.

Otto continued to groan in my ear. "Fuuuck yeah. Fuck that hole is tight." His deep, powerful, hungry voice boomed in my ear. It made my dick throb. I didn't even realize how hard I was, but I noticed I was leaking precum. Otto wrapped his arms around me, holding me even tighter. The movements, though slight, sent seismic shocks throughout my body.

"Aaagghhhhhh AAhh fuuuuck oh my god fuuuck," I moaned.

Hunter nodded in encouragement. He looked me straight in the eyes. Otto held me so tight. He was taking his time stretching me open.

"Fuuuck it hurrts it's so big."

"I know I know I know. I see how hard you're taking it. I'm so proud of you. Be proud of yourself. Take pride in being used by Daddy Otto. You're being such a good boyhole. Pleasing daddy is the only thing that matters, okay."

I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing, but there was no going back now. The only thing I could do at this point was lean in and ride it out. I couldn't stop. They were holding me in place. I was WAY outside of my boundary, but that didn't matter. I thought of the famous quote 'The only way out is through' and I definitely felt like Otto was fucking his way through me.

I took a deep breath in. I wanted to say stop, but instead, I tricked my brain and said, "Daddy... please... please... Daddy fuck my hole."

Daddy Otto whispered in my ear. "Oh yeah. You want to be fucked?"

"Yes Daddy, yes, please."

"Oh yeah. You want to be fucked like the faggot you are."

"Yes, daddy, please daddy."

He went slow at first.

Slowly, he pulled his dick part way out and pushed it back in.

"Fuuuuuucckkk fuck fuck oh gaaaaawwwd."I moaned, both soft and loud moans, each moment a different level of intensity, a cascading effect. "Thank you daddy Oh Oohh OOhh."

He repeated the in and out motion, never pulling his dick all the way out. Iiinn and ouuuttt and iiinn and ouuuttt.

He was hitting my prostate, not pounding it, but rubbing it almost, like rubbing a genie's lamp. It felt so good, but it wasn't as good as the pain was bad.

Daddy Otto grunted in my ear. "Oh yeah. You like that! You want to be fucked?

"Yes, Daddy, please."

"You like it when I go slow."

"Yes, Daddy, thank you Daddy."

He gained momentum, but the rhythm was strong and smooth. I stopped trying to fight it. I stopped trying to do anything. I just felt it. I was getting adjusted to it, and I think Otto could tell. He picked up his pace even more.

"I can feel your hole stretching open."

"Yes, Daddy."

Otto groaned in my ear. "I'm going to show you how we fuck in Germany."

He shifted his weight so that his body was on my back and I was effectively holding him up and he could move his arms. I was holding myself up by hanging on to Hunter and Hunter was holding me up by my arms. I was squished. Otto reached his hands up to my chest, pinched my nipples between his index finger and thumb, and twisted.

"Oooooowwwww. Fucck. Noo... That fucking hurts! Why? It already hurts so much. Stop." I tried to wiggle away and when that didn't work, I tried to swat his hands away but he was too strong."

He relaxed and twisted again. "Fuccckkk fuck fuck fuck. Stahhp."

Daddy Hunter looked right in my eyes and said, "You don't tell Daddy when to stop. Okay? Okay? I need you nod that you understand me. Make sure to say you thank you even when it doesn't feel good. Even when it hurts. That's when you want to be most grateful. Because he's teaching you. Say Thank you, when it hurts."

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

He twisted my nipples again.

"Ow! Fuuuucck -- Thank you, daddy!"

"Good boy."

Then Otto used his grip on my chest and pulled my entire body towards him, my hole sliding back on his dick. It wasn't enough that he was hitting my prostate with his thrust, he had to also pull me towards him for maximum impact. I might as well have been a horse and my nipples been the reins. His pace quickened to a slow gallop. His dick was hitting my prostate, sending intense waives of pleasure through my entire body.

"Owww fuuuck ohmygod ohmygod."

"That's right!!! Take it boy."

I couldn't think, the pounding was getting harder, faster. His grip on my nipples loosened as I got sweat, so he worked harder to pinch and pull them. My nipples were raw within minutes.

"Fffuucck!! Ooo wwww!!!!!"

"Oh that's right boy, fucking take it."

"NO NO No no no Please Stop that's too much that's too much fuuuuuuu!!!

Daddy Hunter smacked my face. He locked eyes with me. "You can do this boy. I know you can."

"I CANT. I fucking CAAANNNTT!" He was hitting my prostate like a battering ram.

We locked eyes, Hunter held my cheeks with his hands. "Yes you can baby boy. Daddy knows how good you are. I know--"

My eyes were watering. Tears and sweat dripped from my face.

"OOOwww fuuuuuuuuucck."

With every thrust, Otto's body smacked against my huge ass creating a clapping sound. CLAP -- CLAP -- CLAP. He held on to my nipples. This led to painful and pleasurable sensations from all over my body, which sent my mind into an abyss. An abyss where there were no thoughts, just pain and pleasure.

"FUUUUUCCCKKK GAAWWWD OOOOWWWW. AAhhh AAAHhhh AHHHH It's so fuuuu biii OOOwww fucck pllllll puuuuuu!"

Hunter looked me dead in the face and said, "Use your words. Daddy wants to help you, but you got to use your words, boy."

" Puuuuuuhhh ppuuhh plleee sttaaaaaa..."

"Use your words."

"Pllll sttttaaaahp."

"Okay, if you're not going to use your words, then I'm going to give you something else to do with that mouth."

Hunter pushed me down towards his crotch. "Open up."

I didn't even hesitate. Hunter shoved his dick inside my mouth. He started face-fucking me. His familiar, giant dick in my throat. Had he even washed his dick since he fucked me earlier?

I didn't know what to do. I just gripped onto his waist and moaned through my dick-filled mouth. "GRRuUUGh"

"That's right boy take my dick. Fuck, that mouth feels good."

Hunter held onto my head. His dick was going so deep into my mouth. My eyes were watering. I could barely breathe through my nose.

"Yeah... let that drool fall down my balls. Fuck yeah. Play with my balls."

Otto said, "Fuck yeah take that you fucking piece of fuckmeat." I could still hear the CLAP -- CLAP -- CLAP of his waist hitting my huge ass. Each CLAP accompanied by intense hit of his dick to my prostate.

"Ugghnnn uuggnn" I moaned.

"Fucking taking it you little bitch."

"That's right be a good boy for Daddy moan for Daddy."

"Ugghnnn mmmmm uuuuuggnn" I moaned as my eyes started to water.

I garbled on Hunter's dick. It was so much I couldn't even handle it. His dick was stretching my mouth beyond control. I was moaning and squealing. How did I end up here? Again? With two people! In the same fucking day! I was being used by two beefy gay Daddies. It's that fucking slippery slope. I thought it was going to be harmless and easy. But now my prostate was getting hit over and over and over. The pain started to lean more into pleasure. It was confusing. My body didn't know what was happening, but it knew that it was starting to feel good.

Every time Otto's huge log pressed that button inside my hole that sent waves of pleasure through my body. And then, while sucking Hunter's dick, I remembered this was the dick that gave me so much pleasure earlier. This realization did something to me. I could feel myself giving in even more. It was my duty to suck that cock with all the love and gratitude I had to offer. I started gagging on his dick. I felt like I was choking. There was so much drool, precum, and sweat, my sweat and his sweat. It was in my hair and in my eyes. And the more I leaned into it, the more enjoyable it all became. Every time that huge dick railed my prostate, it felt like a batting ram hitting a gong. I felt an intense jolt sending insane shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck, yeah -- I love hearing your boy moan like a little pussy faggot. He sounds like a girl. You can hear how much he loves it. It hurts so fucking good, doesn't it boy?"

Hunter pulled me up off his dick, even though I still wanted it in my mouth. My resistance was basically gone at this point. The alcohol was clearly having an effect on me.

"Tell me how much you love getting fucked by Daddy Otto."

We locked eyes. "I love it."

"Tell me how grateful you are for me letting Daddy Otto fuck you?"

"Daddy, I'm so grateful. Thank you so much for letting Daddy Otto fuck me."

"Do you want Daddy Otto to keep fucking you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Hunter grinned.

Otto pulled his dick out of me slowly.

"Wait. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Please keep going."

Otto pushed back inside of me but slowly. Painfully slow. So slow that it didn't even hit that button that sends pleasure through my body.

Hunter patted my head. "Good boy. You're working so hard for daddy. I'm proud of you. Fuck, I'm so proud of you. You might the best boy bitch I've ever had. I'm proud of you for being so good. I know deep down you know your purpose. You still have a lot to learn but you're still Daddy's best little bitch boy. What do you say?"

I was hearing what he was saying, but Daddy Otto was just toying with my hole. He teased my hole with the head of his cock. I couldn't focus. I just said, "Thank you, Daddy."

The thing about being fucked like that, is that it alters your brain chemistry. Your body and mind begin to adjust and adapt. It begins to expect those hits of pleasure. And when they stop coming, it leaves you feeling so empty. It's worse than 'blue balls.' It's 'empty hole.'

"Please let Otto keep fucking me, Daddy."

Hunter shook his head. "I'm not sure you're grateful enough."

"Please Daddy? I want it so bad."

"It's not about what you want."

"Please Daddy." I turned around and tried to be the little faggot they wanted me to be. "I just want to be a good hole for Daddy."

"Oh, you're such a good hole."

"Daddy Otto, does my hole feel good?"

"Yeah boy, it feels so fucking good."

I knew I was doing something right, because Daddy Otto pushed his dick back inside of me just a little. "I'm not sure I completely believe you."

He pulled his dick back out.

"Daddy I just want to be good hole. I'll do anything to be a good hole for Daddy."

"Anything?"

"Yes please Daddy I need it so bad."

Otto pushed in again, and again, and again. I was addicted to this feeling, and I was finally starting to get my fix, but then he slowed down again. Otto pulled his dick out of me abruptly. My hole started to ache from the emptiness. A terrible sadness came over me.

Otto said, "I have a wicked idea."

"What?" I wondered aloud.

I didn't hear him say anything, but he must have pointed or mouthed what he wanted to do, because Hunter just said "Fuck yeah" in an excited tone. "I bet our little piece of fuckmeat will love that."

Hunter reached his arm under me, in-between my legs. I thought for a second he was about to grab my hard-on. That's when I realized how much precum I had leaked. There was a pool of it on the bed, and a long string of hanging from my dick. Fuck. It was a lot. In one swoop, Hunter picked me up completely off the bed and positioned me comfortably in his arms. He started carrying me towards the balcony.

"Wait, what's happening!?"

"Otto had an idea."

Hunter and I stood at the balcony door while Otto started to pull back the curtains.

No no no no no.

I tried to get out of Daddy Hunter's arms. I scrambled and wiggled, but Hunter really was so strong.

Then Otto opened the sliding door.

Music and heat hit me like waves.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

"You're not going anywhere." Hunter carried me out onto the second-floor balcony. All three of us, completely naked, and hard, for everyone to see. "Otto wants to fuck you out here."

I looked at Daddy Hunter in shock. "Please no! Please no." I flailed and squirmed to get out of his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. Stop squirming or I'll drop you over the balcony into the pool."

Would he actually do that? Fuck... I stopped squirming, begrudgingly. "There are people looking over here."

"Yeah, but they're not seeing anything new after what they saw earlier in the cabana."

I shook my head. "Please, daddy, please, I'll do anything. Please."

"Oh -- boy -- trust me. You will do anything. That's not changing. You will always do what I say. You already told us inside that you would do anything."

"I'm scared, Daddy." The heat was so hot and heavy I could feel my sweat working overtime.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you."

"I really don't want my parents to see."

Daddy said, "Look over my shoulder, boy. You see your parents down there?"

I looked for them but didn't see them.

Hunter whispered in my ears. "Did I forget to mention that I ran into them after you scampered off. That's right, I introduced myself as a friend of yours.

I scanned Hunter's face for any sign that he was lying or joking. But he was telling the truth. "Daddy, why?"

"They were looking for a cabana. Your silly folks didn't know that you needed to reserve one during Pride weekend. So, guess what? I let them borrow mine."

I looked down and I saw my mom and dad. They were casually lounging at the cabana where Hunter had just fucked my brains out earlier that day.

I looked at Hunter in horror. He was diabolical. It was clear that he was in control.

"Please, Daddy. I don't want to -- can Otto just fuck me on the bed? I promise to be a good boy. I can be better. I'll be a really good hole for Daddy. Please, Daddy."

"Oh-- I know you're going to be a good boy. Because I know how much of a cock-addicted faggot you're becoming. Don't be scared. Don't look at the crowd. Look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

I turned my head away from the pool. If I turned my ahead away, hopefully they wouldn't notice me. Even if they did notice something happening, they wouldn't be able to confirm it was me 100%, right?

Hunter said, "Look at me, look me in the eyes."

I looked him straight in eyes. But my eyes kept darting to my parents, wondering if they could see me from this angle.

SMACK! I felt burning pain on my ass.

"I said to look at me, okay. Don't look away."

"Yes, daddy."

Hunter was holding onto me with such ease. He turned me in his arms, so that I had to lift a leg over his head, my ankles landing on his shoulders. He lowered me in that position as Otto came up behind me.

Oh fuck people were starting to watch. I heard more cheers and whistles. I was sweaty and nervous. I felt like I was losing my grip, holding myself up just by my hands around Hunter's neck.

"Don't be scared, I got you boy. Don't pay attention to them. You want to get fucked don't you boy?"

"Yes, but can we do it inside?"

"No, we do it how I want to do it. And the only way you're getting fucked is if we do it outside. Otherwise, we're not fucking you ever again."

I was drunk. I was hot, horny, and cock-addicted. My dick was throbbing uncontrollably. It's too much to have blue balls. It's too much to have an empty hole. But having both, that's unbearable. So, I had a choice to make. Never get fucked by these men again OR get fucked by them in front of countless other people. It really wasn't a choice. I couldn't stop now. Being fucked felt so good and it was clear my body needed it. I was addicted and I needed my fix. And Daddy Hunter was right. It didn't matter what other people thought. I just knew what I needed. And I needed a cock in my ass. I looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

"Gooood boy!"

I felt Otto come behind me and lift my plump ass as like he was holding two watermelons. He bounced me up and down probing my hole with his dick. My dick pulsed violently. I wanted him back in my hole and tried to shake and maneuver as much as I could to get his dick back in me.

"What do you say?"

"Please, Daddy fuck me."

"Yeah, you want to be fucked right here in front of everyone?"

I paused and looked around. Hunter smacked my ass. SMACK!

I nodded and mumbled, "Yes."

"I can't hear you, boy. And if I can't hear, I can't believe you when you say you want it."

I didn't even think twice this time. I was too far gone. "Please daddy I need it! Please. Please Daddy, PLeeeeasse. I need Daddy Otto to fuck me so bad."

Hunter looked me in the eyes. "Louder, faggot!"

"YES!! PLEASE Daddy Fuck me."

"Not good enough. I know you love being Daddy's little whore in front of everyone. Letting Daddy's friend use you. You want everyone to know how much you need it. You're just scared and that's okay. Just give into it okay. Now tell everyone how much you want it. I want them to be able to hear you in the back."

I hesitated. I looked out through the corner of my eye. I heard more cheers and whistles. Hunter smacked my ass, hard. SMACK!!!

I mustered up as much strength and courage as I could. "PLEASE DADDY FUCK ME!!"

I just had to pray that my family couldn't hear more. Or, at least hope they couldn't discern that it was me.

Finally, Otto dug his huge dick into my hole and I held onto Hunter for dear life. Otto grunted right in my ear. "Fuck that boypussy feels good."

"Ohhhh fuck yeah. Fuccck yeah."

"Tell us how much you love it."

"IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD DADDY. AGhhh YOU were right DADDY I NEEEEEEEEEEEE it soooo fffuuuuucckkk badd."

I felt the push and pull of his huge rod. At first, it was shock. You can never get used to a dick that big. But instead of being scared or tense, I just relaxed the best I could on it. I held onto Daddy Hunter as Daddy Otto fucked me.

"Fuuuuck Thaaank you Daddy."

Otto pushed in steadily but paused when his dick all the way in me.

Daddy Hunter looked deep into my eyes. "You want Daddy to fuck you?"

I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me."

Suddenly I felt Hunter's dick pressing against my hole. Daddy Otto's was all the way in me.

"Wait wait wait. Not at the same time."

"Yes, boy. We're going to fuck at the same time."

"No, I'm not ready for that..."

"Your parents are not looking over here right now. But your mom is looking around. I bet if I called her name she would look up. She would look up and see Otto's dick in your ass. Do you want me to yell her name?"

I looked down. People were pointing and looking up at us. Some of them had their phones out to video-tape us. Thankfully, my parents were oblivious.

"No, Daddy please."

"Daddy knows you're ready for this. It's this or not being fucked at all. You can choose? Just know, Daddy would never give you anything you can't handle."

I had to choose between them not fucking me at all or them fucking me at the same time in front of countless gay men and my parents. Fuck, my parents. It will be act of god if they don't see me. Again, it wasn't really a choice. I was addicted to that feeling. Before I had the chance to answer, Otto pulled his dick out of me. An aching longing washed over me. "Wait wait wait -- don't stop."

"You want us to both to fuck you right now?"

I gave the slightest nod. My body really wanted to be fucked.

"Say it. Loud."

"YES DADDY I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY BOTH OF YOU."

"WOOOOOO!" I heard cheers and hollering from the pool. Daddy Otto slipped his dick inside of me as far as he could. He bounced me up and down on his dick while holding on to my huge loaves. Suddenly, Daddy Hunter was pushing into me, using the strength of their arms and gravity to leverage my hole against their dicks. I was still bouncing and it was like that moment on a rollercoaster before the first big drop. Any second my hole was going to give way and let Daddy Hunter into me.

"Good boy, Just relax. Let me in. Let daddy in."

"Fuuuck Daddy I don't know if it's going to fit."

"Just relax, baby boy, I know you got this. I know your true faggot nature."

"But, Daddy, you both are just so fucking big, I don't know--"

And with a blinding pop, his dick squeezed past the sphincter. "AAAAAgg gghhhhhhhh Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--" I held on to Daddy as hard as I could. I even tried to pull away, but I was too sweaty and fell back even more on his dick. "OWWWWWW FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"You're doing great. You're doing great. Daddy is so proud of you."

I just closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. It was so insane. I was being stretched so hard. I was being held up and squeezed by two bears, sweating profusely in the heat. But now, it didn't matter, they were both holding me. If I fell back anymore, I just slid back on his dick. If I pulled myself towards Hunter, I slid right back onto their dicks. It was like a perverse slip 'n' slide. Two bears and gravity fucking me, and it was so fucking intense.

Otto was all the way in me. And Hunter just inched his dick deeper and deeper.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuckfuckfuckfufufufuuuuuuuuck."

I could feel Otto grunting in my ear. "Fucck boy you feel that. You like feeling our dicks inside your tight little boypussy. Fuck, we don't even need lube I've leaked so much precum."

I squeezed Daddy hard as he probed around Otto's dick in my hole.

"Oh, you're going to love this so much. Just relax your hole. Open up for us. Open up. Ooohhhhhh... I can feel it wanting to swallow both our dicks. I know your boy pussy wants it so bad. Just relax. Just let it happen. Just let it happen baby." He whispered in my ear, "It's going to feel so good. It's going to be okay. I know you're just a faggot hole. I know you love to put up a fight. I know you love to make it seem like you don't want to, but I know how strong you really are."

I shook my head desperately, my hair flinging sweat. "No, I'm not, I promise."

"Yes, you are. In fact, I promise if you don't cum like a fountain in five minutes of us being in there, then we'll stop. If you tell us to stop, we'll stop."

"Five minutes?"

"Yes, but don't look, but I'm guessing that that girl that just-- I said DON'T LOOK-- walked to up to your parents is Sara."

I was immediately terrified. I felt like my life was ending. I looked over at the cabana and it was true, Sara was there even though I barely got a glimpse of her.

Daddy pulled my chin to face him. "I told you, keep your eyes on me. Keep looking into my eyes."

"But, Daddy--"

SMACK!

"Daddy, please no, I'll certainly get caught."

SMACK!

Daddy smacked me again.

I was stunned. The idea of Sara seeing this was terrifying. But something about that fear made me leak even more. Hunter and I looked down to see I was leaking cum. Hunter grinned, the diabolical bastard. "Otto I think we have something we can use as lube."

"Oh yeah?"

"Our boy here is leaking like a faucet."

Otto reached around to my dick and gathered copious amounts of cum onto his hand. And then he reached down and used my cum to lather my hole. "Fuck, this boy is amazing."

"I told you. He's a proper faggot."

I gasped. "Aaaaahhhhh." I held on to Hunter for dear life. "Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck."

I looked to my family and Sara to see if they noticed me. Hunter pulled my focus back on him before I could notice if we had caught their attention.

They started by slowing bobbing my ass up and down on their dicks.

"GGgaaaaahhhhhh fffuuuuuuuu u ahhhhhhhh."

"You're doing so good. Daddy's proud of you. You're doing so good." It felt like they were rearranging my insides.

They bounced and jiggled me on their dicks for everyone to see, and I didn't care. And with each bounce it felt like Daddy Hunter's dick was plunging another centimeter inside of me.

"AGGHHHHH."

I could see ourselves in the window reflection. My legs were over Hunter's shoulders, so I looked like a malformed pretzel. Their beefy bodies were hard and statuesque. My ass bounced up and down, even in circles, like two twin water ballons tumbling in the washing machine. The sweat glistened on my ass cheeks. If I squinted, it looked like two statues impaling me. Each up and down motion was another hit to my prostate and was another centimeter deeper on Daddy Hunter's dick.

"AAGGGHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK."

Up and down.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK."

"That's right take our dicks you faggot."

Up and down.

"That's right! This pussyhole belongs to us. This is what you were made for."

Up and down.

"Pplllleeeeee Fuuuuck ohhhhh god oh god oh god fuccck ssttttaaaahhh--" I was trying to tell them to stop, that I needed a break, that all of this was overwhelming, but I couldn't form the words. The pain, the pleasure, it hurt so good. The pleasure obliterated my thoughts. I just couldn't even think about what was happening, let alone form words. They were fucking me into oblivion.

Up and down.

"Pplllleeeeeease stttttaaaaaahhh staaaaaaahhhhh--"

Otto grunted in my ear. "Use your words boy, use your words."

Daddy hadn't made it in all the way, but he pulled out a little, pushed back in, and pulled out, and pushed back in. He started jackhammering me, while Otto kept his dick all the way in me. I couldn't make sense of all the feelings. It just felt like two blunt instruments going at my hole.

I shook my head frantically. "Nooo uhhhhhh oh mmyyy gaaaaaawd."

"Use your words faggot."

"Iiii ffuuuuckkkkkkkkk nnnnnnnn uuuuuuuuuuuuggg ggggaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhhhhh"

"I want to hear you moan louder, faggot."

Up and down. Up and down.

"Fuuuuuck itttt feeeels sSOOOOOoooo fuuuuUUUUUUUuccking gooood ffuuucckk fucck"

"LOUDER."

" GAAAAAAWWWD FUUUUCK DAAADYYY!!! IT FFEEEEEELLL UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGG FUCCCCCK MEEE DADDYY."

And fuck me, they did. I went limp. They were fucking me so hard, I could hear the CLAP -- CLAP -- CLAP noises of my ass cheeks hitting someone's waist. The intense pleasure was unbearable. My legs started to shake like they were convulsing. Like my body did know how to interpret the various shocks of plain and pleasure. They just pounded away. I turned to a messy glob of fuckmeat, just bouncing up and down like a rag doll. I think Daddy Hunter had made it all the way into me, but I couldn't even tell for sure at this point. Even who was saying what to me and what exactly they were saying was barely registering, if at all. My brain couldn't process information. I just turned into a mindless fucktoy.

"Oh fuck you're such a little faggot whore."

"Tell us how much you love it."

"Ohhh AGGHHHHHHH gawwwwd Fuckk Fucccck --"

"Louder, faggot."

"AAGHHHHHHH Uhhn Uhhh Uuuh ohmygod ohmygod ohmygood," My uuuhh moans turned into fragile high notes that sounded like a girl singing. My Aghh noises were like I was gasping for air. I don't know what fucking does to your voice, but my moans became a one-man symphony of unspeakable pleasure.

"AAGHHHHHHH Uhhn Uhhh Uuuh--"

"Use your words, faggot!"

"IT FEELS SO FUUUUUUUCKING GOOOOOOOOOD. UHHH UUUUHHH I CAAAAANNNNN'T CCCCAAAAAAN'TTTT OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD THANK YOU DADDY THANK YOU DADDY FUCK DADDY THANNK YOU I JUST WANT TO BE A GOOD FUCKHOOLEE UUUHHHHH UUUUHHHH AGGGGGGHHH!! AMM I GOOOOD FUCK HOLE!?!"

"Such a good fuckhole. Whose fuckhole is this?"

"MY HOLE BELONGS TO YOU DADDY!!!"

"Tell everyone who owns your boypussy. Tell the crowd."

"DADDY HUNTER OWNS MY BOY PUSSY. FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK IIIITTT FEEEEEELS SOOOOO GOOOOOOD DADDDY HUNNTER OWNS MY BOYPUSSY!!"

"And you like it when DADDY fucks you with his friends?"

"YES DADDY I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK ME WITH YOUR FRIEND I LOVE IT UUUHHH FUUUUCKK UUUHHHH FEELS SO GOOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU DADDY FUUUUUUUCK. UHHHHH! PLEASE USE ME! PLEASE USE MY HOLE!"

"You're going let Daddy and his friends fuck you every day."

"YES DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME EVERY DAY PLEASE FUCK FUCK FUCK AGGGH GAWWWD!"

"Are you going to be a good boyhole?"

"YES DADDY, I'LL DO ANYTHING DADDY."

"You'll do anything."

"YES DADDY, ANYTHING DADDY."

"What's your room number?"

"My room number is 214."

"Louder, faggot! Tell everyone."

"MY ROOM NUMBER IS 214."

"And you love being fucked by Daddy and his friends."

"MY ROOM NUMBER IS 214 AND I LOVE BEING FUCKED BY DADDY AND HIS FRIENDS. UUHHH UUHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU DADDY FUUUCCKK THANK YOU DADDY THANK YOU DADDY. THAAAANK YOU DADDY HUNNTERR THANKK YOU FUCCK YOU BIG DICKS FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU FOR USING ME THANK YOU FOR USING ME YOU WERE RIGHT I NEEDED THIS OH MY GAWD YOU WERE RIGHT DADDY THANK YOU DADDY THANK YOU DADDY FUUUUUUCK FUUUUUCK!"

More cheers and screams from the pool. I clearly wasn't worried about being caught anymore.

"You want our loads?"

"YES! FUUCCCK PLEASE CUUM IN MEE!! DADDY PLEASSE I NEED ITT SO BAAADD."

Their huge dicks just took up more space, widening, engorging as they got closer to cumming. "AAAAHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKKK AGGGGH!!!"

That's when Hunter leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue probed deep into my throat and my moans turned to garbled "MMMmmmmm" sounds. Their dicks expanded against the walls of my tight hole and their fuck frenzy built towards inevitable explosions. I could feel it about to happen any second. That's when I started cumming, spraying, as Hunter said, just like a fountain. My cum even landed on our faces and necks. Some of it maybe even landed on the crowd. Hunter leaned forward to lick it off my neck and face as he continued to fuck me. It was so primal I felt myself cumming even more. Both Daddies started grunting like animals.

"Fucck my boy is being such a good hole. I'm so proud of you fucking take it take it that's right fucking take it."

"Take it bitch Take our dicks take our loads you fucking cock-addicted faggot. Take your reward!"

And then it happened, ecstasy. They both exploded inside of me, grunting, sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I felt their loads splash their insides. Such strong feelings overcame me, I was wondering if I was mistaking them for love. That would be crazy. Still, I had to admit that it felt so fucking good. "FUUUUUCCKKKK DADDDDY"

"You like that boy?"

I kissed Daddy Hunter all over, showering him with affection. "Thank you daddy That felt so fucking good."

I was eternally grateful. Glistening drops of cum and sweat dripped from our bodies. I was suddenly so proud that I could make them feel this much pleasure. It was a glorious gift and it was important that I didn't throw it away. I was destined to be their little boy whore. I wasn't doomed, I was meant to be used and to feel such intense ecstasy in the service of other men.

I looked over to see Sara looking this way. She was covering her mouth and taking off her sunglasses for a better view. Luckily, my parents were oblivious with their headphones on. I ducked to the ground, hopefully before she could confirm that it was me.