The College Twins - Part 8 (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ 

BDSM

I returned to the changing rooms whilst my dad remained in the pool with an old friend of his. The quicker I managed to change, the less likely it was that I'd be seen wearing this damn cage again.

The whole situation might have been somewhat arousing if the constant image of my own dad wasn't running through my mind every few moments. It seemed entirely unlikely, but both twins had hinted that it wasn't them. I sighed to myself as I yanked off my swimming trunks and dried my naked body.

"So you like showing off?" The voice startled me, and I wrapped the towel around my waist as I turned to find Mack Allen staring hungrily at me, "very risky wearing that next to your dad".

"I uh... It's a joke" I said as politely as possible, pulling my underwear onto my wet legs and struggling to get them up.

"Is it really?" He grinned, and perhaps the conversation would have been mildly better if he too wasn't naked. "Strange joke, huh?"

I forced a friendly smile and continued trying to drag my wet underwear up, but I was tangled now, and the stress wasn't helping.

"I bet a young man like you gets real horny all locked up like that".

"Honestly, I'm not..." My voice trailed off as my eyes landed on Mack's cock. It had grown three or four times the length it was just a moment ago, and despite the fact that the man was easily in his forties, I couldn't help but swell in the cage.

"What's that boy?" He smirked, sliding his hand up and down his fat shaft, "you're not interested?"

I glanced from his pole to his face, and back to his pole again.

"I um... No, I just meant I'm... I uh..."

"You talk to much for a slave" he cackled, and stepped toward me, "now use that mouth for something useful".

His strong hand slid around the back of my head, and with surprising force, he yanked me down to his crotch. I slipped on the wet tiles, my legs wrapping together around my tangled underwear, and before I had a chance to say a word, Mack's cock was pushing into my mouth.

"Mmmph!" I grunted, not because I didn't want this, but because we were right in the middle of the communal changing rooms, which my dad would be entering any minute now.

Mack seemed oblivious to it. He pulled my head down his cock like I was a cheap Fleshlight. My throat filled with his meat and I gagged until he slid it back out and repeated.

"Oh yeah" he grunted, "that's a good slave".

Being called a slave should have been humiliating, and I guess it was to an extent, but the cage was bulging painfully every time he mentioned it, and I was enjoying it.

He tasted fresh, yet I could smell his scent from him. He wasn't particularly muscular, but he wasn't in bad shape either. He yanked me forward until every inch of his large cock was embedded into my throat, and I coughed saliva out my nose.

"That's it" he snarled, squeezing my hair, "make it nice and wet, boy".

I gurgled violently as he impaled me with rapid speed. Breathing was almost impossible unless I timed it to perfection, something which I had yet to get the hang of, so I simply tried to relax and let my dad's friend terrorise my throat for almost ten whole minutes.

"Gulp this down, slave" he hissed, and I felt his balls begin to tense against my chin.

Tears trailed my cheeks, but more from choking than anything else. He kept me in place with his strong hands, humping his seed directly into my throat and groaning like an animal, until finally he let me go, and I fell back onto the tiles.

"Not bad" he nodded as his cock began to soften, "but whoever has those keys has a lot of work to do with you".

Mack Allen sneered to himself as he squeezed the last bead of cum from his thick cock on top of me and walked away. Barely ten seconds had passed when footsteps sounded outside, and I scrambled back to my feet and finally managed to pull up my underwear.

"I was wondering where you'd gotten to" my dad smiled as I wiped the cum from my mouth, "it's not like you to finish up early".

"Yeah" I smiled awkwardly, "cramp".

"Cramp? Well here, let me help"

My dad's hands wrapped around my naked thigh, and I almost darted from the spot.

"I'm good!" I yelped, "thanks".

He stared at me with a look of confusion on his face. I felt awful, but now I was questioning everything. How many times had he massaged me after a particularly gruelling swim?

We dressed in silence until we returned to the car and he looked at me.

"I'm sorry" he said, and my heart began to race, "I guess I still look at you as my little boy" he continued with a sad smile, but the pit in my stomach was growing larger by the second, "you're an adult now though, it won't happen again".

"What won't?" I pressed, not entirely sure if I actually wanted the answer.

"What?"

"What won't happen again, dad?"

His eyes narrowed and his brow lowered. "Um... I won't help you with cramps?"

A wave of relief washed over me, but it wasn't enough. I needed to know the truth and I needed to know it now.

"Have you been in Troy's room recently?" I asked him, and he looked no less confused.

"The student?" He questioned, and I nodded.

"Not since before they arrived, no. Why?"

I stared at him. He'd always been a terrible liar, but nothing about him appeared to be dishonest. I sighed and sat back.

"Whats going on with you, bud?" He asked as he backed out of the parking lot, "you seem a bit off".

"It's nothing" I said, and now I was relieved, "I think I'm just tired".

The twins were playing with me, that much was clear, but why? Why were they trying to make me believe something so disgusting happened? The safeword rang out in my head, yet so did all the other things.

Having sex with the twins was phenomenal. Being treated like a depraved little slave was also amazing, and already I'd managed to suck a dick just by being caged. The entire thing was up there with the best that had ever happened to me, yet the question remained, why had they done it?

By the time I got home, only Troy was in the house.

"I better go and collect your mom and brother from Becca's place" my dad smiled, and left a moment later.

Troy sat in the living room with his muscular arm over the back of the sofa and glanced at me.

"Better get those clothes off, boy" he smirked, "I have some friends calling over".