Adam's Dad - Part 4 (Patreon)

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Triggers: Hardcore.

Voices sounded. They were muffled at first, but slowly grew louder until they stood right outside the door. My heart raced frantically. What did Tom mean by you only know some of them?! How many people were there? Who were they? The questions ripped through my brain until the living room door finally opened, and Tom returned.

“On your knees, slut” he grinned, and I awkwardly got into position, my knees splashing in the puddle of urine, and watched with wide eyes as three men entered behind him.

“This is Ray” Tom told me, as a burly man wearing jeans and a leather jacket stared down at me. He looked like a biker, and had a thick beard and moustache to match. He was bald on top, but I could see from the opening of his jacket, a thick clump of black chest hair. I instinctively covered my aching boner.

“I don’t think I need to introduce you to Michael” he continued, and my eyes moved from Ray to a man whom I had known for many years.

Michael worked in the local repair shop, but he’d been a guest in my house hundreds of times since I was a kid. He went to school with my mom, and the two had remained close ever since. I let out a gasp as he smirked at me.

“Didn’t expect to see you like this, Noah” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice, until his lip curled. “Look at you down there, covered in piss and spit. Move your hands”.

I wanted the ground to swallow me. Michael was insanely attractive, but he was still Mike! How would I ever look at him the same again? How would he ever look at me the same again? My stomach churned, but I dropped my hands and he chuckled.

“Smaller than I expected, too” he teased, and walked over to where Ray was sitting.

“You might remember Dilly Robinson” Tom continued, and I certainly did. Dilly Robinson was the type of guy who appeared almost everywhere you went. He cleaned windows, mowed lawns, painted houses. He fixed bikes, tractors and trucks, but the man was the son of a local farmer, and spent the majority of his time at the bar.

“You remind me of one of the pigs” he sneered, and I scowled at him. Dilly had always been quite nice to me up until now.

Tom closed the door as Dilly sat down, and my mind continued to race. What was going to happen now? Surely these men weren’t going to be involved in this? I felt Tom’s hand on my wet shoulder, and then he spoke.

“For the rest of the evening, gents” Tom said, squeezing me, “this right here is Slut Puppy”. He grabbed the back of the collar and attached a leash before dragging me to my hands and knees. “Slut Puppy is gonna’ do whatever you fine men want him to do, but first, I’m gonna break open his little shitter”.

My eyes widened. Hearing Tom speak about me like this was painfully arousing. My cock twitched and leaked, and suddenly I was being mounted.

“This little slut is still a virgin” he told his friends, and stuffed a finger inside me as I gasped, “but after tonight, Slut Puppy’s gonna need a fucking diaper”.

Tom pushed deeper into my hole and I groaned. Feeling the man inside me was everything I’d ever wanted. He dug into my rectum, curling his finger and prodding my prostate as pre-cum leaked down my erection.

“Look at me, Slut Puppy” Dilly said, and although I cringed, I turned my head just in time for my face to be splashed with spit once more. The three men laughed, and I moaned.

“What would your mother think?” Mike asked, grabbing hold of my hair and yanking my head back. “Huh, slut? Would she be proud of her son like this? Having his pussy fingered? Covered in spit and piss?”

“N… No sir” I gasped, as he added another load of saliva to my drenched face.

“Open your slut mouth” he snarled, and I obeyed him instantly.

Seeing him like this was both confusing and hot. How many times had he been to my house? How many times would he be to my house after this? He cleared his throat and shot another wad into my mouth.

“Don’t swallow it” he warned, and squeezed my face to keep my lips parted. He hocked another into the back of his throat and spat it onto my tongue again.

My eyes rolled back as Tom slipped a second finger into me and pumped my aching hole. The taste of Mike was making me shiver with pleasure, until Ray leaned forward, and added his own saliva to the mix.

My mouth was beginning to overflow as the three men took turns spitting into me. I felt filthy, like some sort of urinal, but my cock poured.

“Gargle it” Mike said, holding me up by my hair, “swish it all around your mouth, slut”.

I don’t know what had come over me. It felt like the men had me under a spell. Everything they said, I did. Not because I had to do it, but because I wanted to.

I gargled with the saliva of three grown men and felt it foam up in my throat. They all stood around and grinned, and Tom continued to spread open my hole with his fingers.

“Drink it” Mike said, slapping my cheek gently.

It took three full swallows before it all went down. They looked impressed.

“Who wants to see Slut Puppy lose his virginity?” Tom asked, and the men nodded eagerly. “Get on the table, boy” he said, pulling his fingers from my stretched hole and using the leash to drag me toward the coffee table. I crawled, just like a dog, and got into position.

“Perfect height” Ray said, and he was correct. The men’s crotches were now at face level, and as Ray said the words, he shoved his groin out and held my face against it. “Can you feel my meat, Slut Puppy?” He asked, tensing his long rod through his jeans. I felt it swell against my cheek.

“Y… Yes sir” I managed, as Tom spread my cheeks apart and spat onto my sensitive hole.

“Looks like Slut Puppy took a spanking” Dilly said, and lashed his hand against my bruised ass. I winced and gasped into Ray’s crotch.

“Plenty more where that came from” Mike chuckled, “this little whore is gonna’ learn what happens when he plays with the big boys”.

Tom was naked now. I twisted my head back to get a good look at the man who I’d been desperate to seduce. His hairy body glistened in a sheen of sweat, and his large cock stood out from his body like a flag pole.

“You ready to get your holes stuffed, son?” He asked, lining his cock up with my asshole.

“Yes sir” I swallowed, and although I was nervous, I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

Ray and Dilly unzipped their pants. Ray dragged his jeans over his boots and did the same with his boxer shorts, revealing a long, drooping cock with a tuft of black and grey pubic hair above it. Dilly was younger, but only marginally. He was already hard, and looked about six inches.

Mike remained clothed, but watched me hungrily. How long had he wanted me? Would he use me again? In my own house, perhaps? The idea sent a ripple of arousal through my body as the men took position.

“Get your tongue under my foreskin, Slut Puppy” Ray snarled, pulling my hair.

He presented me with his flaccid tool and instantly I took it into my mouth. Even soft, Ray was quite large, and his prick felt heavy on my lip. As Tom pushed against my sphincter, I slipped my tongue inside Ray’s cock, and tasted the sharp saltiness of his glans.

“Damn, Tom” Ray hissed, as his rod twitched to life, “how come you never told us your boy had such a pig of a friend?”

“Never knew” the man grunted, and forced his helmet into my pucker. I groaned, but continued running my tongue around the inside of Ray’s foreskin. “Little slut kept it hidden until the other night”.

“Well good job the secret’s out, huh?” The man chuckled, “because the boys down at the biker bar love a good slut”.

My eyes widened and my heart raced through the pain of being split open. I couldn’t dwell on anything now. There’d be time enough for that later.

“Fuck he’s tight” Tom mumbled, pulling my spanked ass cheeks further apart as he added more spit and punctured me deeper.

Ray was now fully erect and his foreskin slipped back behind his glans. He thrust it slowly into my mouth, and kept his fist clenched around my hair. “You look up at me when you’re sucking my cock, Slut Puppy” he told me, and I did so immediately. His dark eyes pierced me as I gagged on his meat, and when I winced from the pain in my asshole, he laughed.

“I think you’re wrecking his tight little boy-pussy” he told Tom.

“That’s the point” the man replied, and rammed the rest of his rod deep into my bowels.

I yelped, but both men continued to fuck me, and it didn’t take long for the pain to melt into pleasure.

This was it. This was what I had been craving. Complete, filthy, unadulterated sex. I needed it.

I remained on my hands and knees as they used my body to pleasure themselves. The stench of sweat and piss mixed and filled my lungs with each deep breath. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than this, and I would be forever grateful to Tom for arranging it.

Ray held me by the back of the head and rapidly dragged me back and forth on his cock. I didn’t care that I was choking. I didn’t even care that I could hardly breathe. I wanted to please the man in whatever way he desired, and this seemed to be working.

“He’s got one hell of a mouth” he groaned, driving all seven inches of his wet prick inside, and holding me on it as I gagged.

“One hell of a pussy, too” Tom added breathlessly.

The older men sped up. Tom ploughed me mercilessly, his heavy balls smacking against me with each rough stroke. Ray thrust in long, slow movements, forcing me to feel every inch of his cock slide deep into my throat.

I knew that it would take only seconds more before my balls exploded with pent up arousal, until Tom clasped his hand around them and squeezed.

“Sluts don’t cum” he said, and shoved himself so deep inside me that I was sure he’d damaged some organs. He gasped loudly, held himself in place, and I knew that the man was cumming in me. I whimpered and moaned, and just as Tom filled my rectum with thick, hot daddy seed, Ray grabbed his own cock and began to wank it furiously into my mouth.

“Drink up, whore” he spat, as a thick rope of semen burst from his cumslit and splashed across my tongue. I gulped it down as more and more of it erupted from him. He was like a water sprinkler, and the more I swallowed, the more he provided.

The two men filled me up with their heavy loads, and I took them happily and hungrily until they were both drained. Tom slipped out of me with a squelch, and Ray stepped back.

I was exhausted. My whole body begged for orgasm as I sweated and panted. I could feel my asshole remain open even when Tom sat back down and poured a drink.

“Did you enjoy that, Slut Puppy?” He asked, sitting down in his chair, with his wet, dripping cock between his legs.

“Y… Yes sir” I sniffled.

“Good” he replied, a smile on his perfect face, “because that’s just an induction. Get the ropes, Dilly, it’s time to have some fun”.