Previously: Nick and Pook have big plans for their final hours with Pete. But first, they spend hours edging him before the big finale. They don't know that Pete has a plan himself.
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Chapter 19
We made our way back to the condo and I can honestly say I've never been as horny. More than anything in the world, I wanted to take turns fucking my boys' brains out. And when I was done with them, I wanted them to do the same to me. I was insatiable.
Less than 24 hours ago, I had abdicated my role as Daddy. Now I was their sub (somewhat willingly I admit), who, in the last 18 hours, had sucked them off on my knees with my hands restrained behind me, been displayed and inspected by them, been reduced to a cuckold (tied to a chair), been blasted with their cum over my face and body, been pig-roasted and fed their second round of jizz, spent two hours on The Edge--a next generation sex toy that sadistically edges its victims, and finally, been put on display at the pool wearing next to nothing. I had produced more cum in the past few hours than in the past few months. My balls ached and I needed release, badly. And when you're that horny with testosterone pumping through your veins instead of blood, you think with your cock, not your brain. I was putty in their hands.
"All right, boys", I asked, "What next?" knowing this game was far from over.
Pook, who had now assumed the role of ringleader, quickly responded, "A little chill time for now, daddy. We'll have some dinner and relax, then we're taking you to The Eagle. Tonight happens to be `Daddy Night' so we're in luck, aren't we Nickie?"
Nick, who was having fun playing along, but slightly worried this was going too far, walked up behind me to give me a hug, and responded, "Daddy, there's nothing I'd rather do than show you off tonight. I'll be the envy of every other guy at The Eagle." I guess that was his way of saying, `Yup, we're taking you to The Eagle' but softening the blow a little.
"Of course", I responded. "Whatever you boys want. I'm ready for anything." I couldn't believe I heard myself say that, but like I said, I was thinking with my cock, not my brain.
"Oh...we're gonna have fun tonight!" Pook announced and gave Nick a high-five. "Let's get some dinner, have a few drinks. Bus leaves at 10. And Pete, Nickie and I have something special for you to wear tonight, don't we Nick?"
Now really getting into the mood, Nick walked up behind me, grabbed my package from behind, squeezed it (hard!) and answered, "We sure do, Daddy. We sure do!"
As I was still wearing nothing but the infamous white swimming suit, I immediately hardened up, again, which gave my boys, Pook in particular, great pleasure. "Keep it nice and hard like that, Pete, and you'll be VERY popular tonight", he quipped.
We settled into a quiet evening. Steak on the grill, bourbon on the rocks (more than one), and unceasing innuendo from my boys. If their goal was to elevate my libido beyond its already stratospherically high levels, they were succeeding. About 9PM, after a lovely buzz from the bourbon had set in, it was time to get ready to go. I had noticed Pook preoccupied with something (what now? I thought) and I was about to learn what.
While Pook was in his room getting ready, he yelled to me, "Hey Pete, Nick and I picked out your outfit tonight. It's on your bed waiting for you." Oh shit, I thought, here we go...
I eased into the room to find Nick already getting dressed. So far, all he had on was a tight pair of jeans and was shirtless. Given the past 24 hours, I shouldn't have been surprised to see what they had picked out for me: a pair of cutoff jeans so short they barely covered my ass, a pair of work boots, and...a collar and leash. I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, so I shouldn't have been surprised, but I didn't want to go down without a fight. "What the fuck is this?" I bellowed to anyone who would listen.
Nick was already in the room with me and had to stifle his laugh. Pook ran in to savor my displeasure. "What's wrong daddy?", he asked. "Remember, it's Daddy Night tonight and we want you to be the hottest one there."
I held up the remnants of denim that were doubling as shorts, and asked, "Seriously? My balls will be hanging out of these."
"Oh shit," remarked Nick. "We forgot this", and grabbed something from his drawer and tossed it to me. It was an army green Nasty Pig jock strap, just right for a raunchy night at The Eagle. "This should keep you....intact", he smiled.
I grabbed it as he tossed and sarcastically answered, "Thanks...makes all the difference."
As we were getting dressed, I continued to act non-plussed, but secretly was nearly pre-cumming in my tiny shorts awaiting the night ahead. We finished dressing (what little we were wearing) and met in the kitchen for one last bourbon. I looked at the three of us and wanted to cum on the spot. Nick was wearing tight jeans, work boots and was shirtless other than a leather harness. Pook was even hotter...like Nick he was shirtless and harnessed, but he was wearing assless chaps over a black jockstrap, and, of course, the requisite work boots. Seeing these two, I didn't feel quite as exposed, although the shorts were insanely tiny on me. They crawled up my ass so far you could see the jock straps jock framing my ass peeking out from the shorts. Pook handed Nick the leather collar and leash and said "You do the honors, Nickie", apparently indicating Nick would place the collar around my neck for the evening. I wasn't going to let them get the last laugh, so I walked directly to Nick, looked him in the eye and asked, "Would you like me to kneel, sir?"
"Yes, Daddy, that would be appropriate", he responded.
I knelt before him, lowered my head, and for some reason it was intensely arousing. He respectfully placed the collar around my neck, tightened it and attached the leash.
Tugging on the leash, he said, "You can stand now". As I stood, I leaned into him, slid my tongue into his ear and whispered "This is so fucking hot, boy. But remember, what goes around, comes around".
Feigning disgust at Nick's and my impromptu make out session, Pook said, "Don't make me have to pull you two apart," and quickly added, "Ok, now let's ramp up the fun", and unexpectedly pulled out a joint, lit it, and took an exceptionally deep drag. I hadn't done weed in quite a while and quickly debated in my mind whether I'd partake. I typically love the high it induces, but it usually it makes me extra horny, and I didn't know if I my body could withstand any more sexual stimulus. Nick then closed his eyes, took a deep drag and handed me the joint. I stared at it solemnly still debating. Should I? Shouldn't I? Damn, I thought, I'm in this far, might as well go all the way, and took a slow, long, deep drag. I held it as long as I could, slowly and fully exhaled, and almost immediately felt its impact. I don't know exactly what it was or where Pook sourced it, but it was exquisite. The frustration caused by the cum denial of the last 24 hours nearly evaporated. And the residual anxiety of knowing I was nothing but a sex toy for these two studs melted away. I could feel my shoulders lighten, my back relax, and a swoosh of pleasure swept into my groin.
We leisurely, and with a more than a few giggles, passed the joint between us until the last shred of cannabis had been smoked. We were equally relaxed, giddy, and horny as shit. By now, Pook had taken control of the evening and suggested it was time to get going. As we were walking out to catch our Uber, we stopped at the floor-to-ceiling mirror to take one last look at ourselves. Holy shit' I thought to myself, the three of us were--if I say so myself--like gods. I looked at myself and thought You are one swole daddy'. I work hard on my body and it shows. My muscle definition glistened in the dim light. Pook, on one side of me, now 39, with baby smooth skin stretched over his taught, muscled frame. His chaps hung low on his waist accentuating his cum gutters that virtually ordered you to drop to your knees and beg for his cock. Nick, on my other side, slightly younger, and with the most athletic frame among us. Slightly hairy, incredibly muscular pecs and arms with a treasure trail that competed easily with Pooks cum gutters. With me in the middle of the two of them, just looking at the three of us in the mirror made me hard.
That's all it took. I resolved to surrender to these two incredible specimens. `Make me your bitch', I thought to myself.
We made our way to the Eagle and got there a little after 10, just as things were starting to heat up. We had the Uber drop us off about a block away so we could smoke another joint before heading in. The first one hadn't started to wear off, so the second one elevated our moods even more. My anxiety was replaced by a growing sense of sluttiness, so when Nick stopped me before we entered to leash me, I wore my collared leash like a badge of honor. I was owned by these two men tonight, and felt like the sexiest slut in Dallas.
Although I shouldn't have been surprised as we entered the club, my senses were assaulted. Most notably, the smell of beer, smoke, sweat, and the slightest essence of dried cum. Wall-to-wall shirtless, leather-clad men. Harnesses, collars, leashes, armbands, biker's caps, chaps, and, of course, work boots. All pure men. Daddies, and the boys who love them. Talking, drinking, smoking, dancing, grinding, all to soundtrack of thumping, sexually-charged music.
Nick, who held my leash, guided me through the crowd and it was almost as if the sea parted to let us through. I don't think there were three hotter men there that night, and we were definitely noticed. Nick and Pook led me to a bar toward the back where it was darker and slightly more intimate. Pook got us each a beer and when he returned with them he said to us, "You've made quite an entrance, Pete. If you haven't noticed, there are a lot of guys here who want to fuck you tonight."
I was so insatiably horny, I almost answered "bring them on', but I still had one iota of self-respect left. For how long, who knows?
The three of us stood, drinking our beers with Pook and Nick taking turns squeezing my thickening cock or twisting one of my nipples. I'm pretty sure it was as much a signal that they owned me as it was a base desire to feel my flesh, and in the state I was in, both were ok. At one point with their hands all over me, I pulled their faces to mine for a 3-man kiss. Our mouths got a good workout as we explored each other's faces with our tongues and by the time we were done, Nick had his hands down my barely existent shorts and was grasping my hard cock with an intensity that revealed his horniness and heightened my own. I wanted his hand to remain there for the rest of eternity.
The night progressed as you might expect. We drank some beers, flirted with other hot daddies, danced, groped each other relentlessly. And I was getting more than my fair share of attention. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, Nick gave my leash a tug and said, "Let's take this to the back room, your boy is getting pretty horny watching everyone drool over you".
Nick pulled me on my leash through a sea of sweaty guys to "the back room" as it's referred to. And it was exactly as you'd imagine. Dark, shadowy, with the sounds of flesh slapping and men moaning. Nick immediately moved behind me to put his arms around my waist. He unbuttoned my shorts, leaned in and said, "Lose them" as they dropped down to my ankles. Fortunately (or not) there was virtually no inseam, so they slid right over my boots and I found myself in nothing but my jockstrap. That was how my boys apparently wanted me because Nick pressed in from behind and Pook from the front and began the most sensuous make out session in the history of making out. With the ambient sounds and smell of raw sex surrounding us, the three of us had collapsed into one, writhing unit. Essentially, Nick and Pook were making out with me in the middle. Both sets of their hands roughly manhandled me, pinching, slapping, groping, with their fingers quickly finding their way to my exposed hole. At one point they simulataneoulsy penetrated me with their middle fingers at the same time. It was like begin DP'd, but with two fingers instead of two cocks. My uncontrolled groaning added to the cacophony of eroticism in the back room. At one point I became so noisy, I attracted others from outside the room to see the action they were missing.
Although what Nick and Pook were doing to me approached assault, they were also incredibly protective of me. They consistently and aggressively pushed away onlookers who wanted to be part of our threesome. They were hungry for me, and unwilling to share. Although I was out of my mind now with lust and probably would have agreed to anything, they guarded me with their lives. They were more than happy to show me off, but no more. Look, but don't touch.
I felt Nick, still behind me, unbuckle his belt and lower his pants, including his jockstrap, so his torrid cock rubbed up and down my crack. "Like that Daddy?" he whispered. "Fuck yeah, Nick. Fuck your Daddy", I ordered.
After some time of teasing my hole, he spit in his hand and used it to lube my hole and then his cock. I would've preferred actual lube, but saliva was all we had and were hungry with lust. He put my head in a headlock and placed the tip of his cock squarely on my hole. Pook was still grinding away from the front of me, and Nick pulled Pook closer to me and whispered to him, "I'm gonna fuck my Daddy now." Pook pushed his face close to my ear and whispered, "I've always loved you Pete; kiss me while your boy fucks you", and put his lips to mine with the most emotionally charged kiss imaginable. At exactly the same time, Nick pushed his cock into my hole very, very slowly. I arched my back to better take him, but it wasn't easy. "Nick, I love it when you're in me", I whispered to them both. Meanwhile, Pook continued to kiss me hungrily. I could've died and gone straight to heaven then, and it would've been a letdown.
Nick, knowing we still had an intense night of sex in front of us, decided this was not the time or place to breed me, pulled out and whispered, "On your knees, Daddy". I happily dropped to the floor to find Nick's rock hard cock that had just been lodged in me, begging to be sucked. Almost immediately Pook dropped his pants as well leaving me with two beautiful cocks to worship. The night was getting even better. Without explanation, Pook's hand dropped down and handed me a fresh bottle of poppers. I don't use them often, but when I do, watch out. I'm on my knees in nothing but a jockstrap sucking off two hot men in front of an audience that was hungrily watching two young men abuse their daddy. It doesn't get any better than this, I thought.
I took two long, slow hits of the poppers and handed them back to Pook who did the same, along with Nick. All three of us were now insanely on fire. All I wanted was their cocks as deep in my throat as they'd go. And then even further. All they wanted was to feel my tongue and mouth caress their manhood. Looking up, they were making out passionately while I knelt below them adoringly, sucking them as if my life depended on it. And in a way it did. I knew I'd never have this chance with the two of them together again and I wanted it to be unforgettable. I alternated between them. Nick's pace was slow and methodical; he savored the warmth of my mouth. Pook pummeled me. It was like his loving revenge. At one point, I reached back up asking for the poppers, took another long hit, and resumed the task at hand. The poppers have a strange and wonderful way of relaxing the muscles in your anus and your mouth, so I opened as wide as I could and took both my sexy boys' cocks in my mouth at once. When they felt what I was doing, they groaned in unison using the confines of my mouth to press their cocks together and heighten their ecstasy. I loved having both of them in me at once. Earlier, I had each of their fingers in my hole at the same time; now both of their cocks in my mouth. What if this pattern continues, I thought to myself...
I started to hear the group of men around us verbally participate. "Fuck the bitch's mouth" said one. "I want that daddy when you two are done" said another. And finally, "Let's carry him out to the pool table and gangbang him." As much as I was enjoying my boys' cocks in my mouth, the bourbon, weed, and poppers had taken me to a state where I would've done anything, including getting gangbanged on the pool table. Thank god my boys were watching out for me.
I could feel the boys starting to get close and, no surprise, they pulled out and brought me back up to my feet. "Daddy, I think it's time we take you home and get you in bed. We've only just started with you", Nick bluntly informed me.
Secretly disappointed, I pretended I was relieved that I wasn't getting fucked on the pool table. But I still couldn't prevent myself from leaning into Nick and whispering to him, "My hole aches for you Nick. Please take me home and use me" and dropped into his arms.
My day had been non-stop sex, and I hadn't cum once. Something had to give.
End of Chapter 19