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My Construction Dad Part 5
Tyson's Dad
"Hey, Vince. What's up with you, man?" Tiny asks. "You been in a hell of a mood for the past coupla days. The Pussyboy ain't givin' you trouble is he? Shit, you know what to do if he does. Slap the bitch around and teach him who's boss. Sometimes a punishment fuck is all it takes and it's a hell of a lot of fun. Hell, that boy ain't happy unless his pussy is sufferin' around a cock. Cheer you both right up."
I look up at Tiny, his sledgehammer fists resting on a pile of invoices I'm supposed to have signed hours ago and sigh. His big black moon face is hovering over me with a big grin, his arms like columns coming down to support his upper body. It's a wonder my damn desk don't collapse onto the floor with the weight. But when a man's right, he's right. I've had a bug up my ass about something for the last couple of days and I don't even know what the hell it is. I been making mistakes, snapping at people over little shit and I don't know why. Tiny ain't exactly the most sensitive guy in the world, so if he's noticed, everybody has.
Something to do with that business the other night with Stone and Sons Plumbing, but I don't know what. I had a great time watching Dan Stone and his boys work the pussyboy over. And the look on the little bitch's face when I started pissin' in his ass, and after that when his guts were full and he was squirming around, about to lose it on the floor. His dick still hard as rock, of course. That don't change. Hell, when I snapped those clothespins on his titties with my dick up his ass, I thought he was gonna levitate off the fucking bed, yellin', "Oh God Daddy, fuck my ass! Fuck it hard" My house is on a big lot but yellin' like that might still be heard next door. Good thing I had a jock-strap right there to cram in the bitch's mouth to quiet him down. I worked on that jock for a week, workin' out in it, wipin' the sweat out of my ass with it, wearin' it to work, even pissin' on it the day before and lettin' it dry so it'd be nice and ripe for his mouth. Damn, by the time I got through with his ass he'd sucked that jock clean as new, ready for the fucking Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. I gotta check his room though, 'cause now a bunch of my dirty underwear has gone missing and I'm running out of clean pairs.
"I don't know what my problem is, Tiny. It ain't the kid. Hell, you know him. He can take a dickin' and keeps on lickin'."
We both get a good laugh out of that one, but it's the damn truth. We must both must have the same picture in our minds though, Ty with a cock up his ass and suckin' on another one like a damn vacuum cleaner, cause I feel my cock jump and I can see Tiny's plump through his pants. It's not like I'm lookin' or anything, but when somethin' that big moves, you see it.
Tiny joins in on the joke, "Yeah, that boy can take a beatin' and keep on eatin'!" His face straightens up. "I know what'll made you feel better," he says. "Let's get cleaned up, go by your place and take the bitch for a ride. I got some presents for him anyway."
I don't even wanna know what kind of presents Tiny's got for the pussyboy. Hell, maybe it's a bag of dirty underwear. The faggot can start takin' in wash.
"You wanna come over and double-team the little fuck?" I ask.
Tiny laughs. "Man, I ain't NEVER gonna turn that down, but that ain't what I'm talkin' about. Naw. I'm talkin' bout a real live road trip. Place out by the airport I know about. C'mon. Let's grab a shower and pick the bitch up. Get you outta this damn FUNK you been in."
Only places out by the airport I know about are titty-bars and takin' the faggot to one of those would be like taking a deaf and blind man to the movies. I decide to let Tiny have his head, though. He's a good man and he's got good ideas, especially when it comes to new ways to play with the pussyboy.
"Alright, man. You win. Hell, when I tell him you're coming by, the bitch'll meet us at door with his tongue hangin' out. Fuck, we could skip the shower and let him do the job!"
"Nah! We goin' OUT, man, and Pussyboy gonna need his energy!"
I put in a shower room at the construction yard last year so we're both cleaned up and in jeans and casual shirts when Tiny and I pull in my driveway. We've been making jokes the whole way about the boy and what a cockwhore he is, comin' up with new things we oughta try. I gotta admit, Tiny's got some ideas that put some lead in my pencil. I'm about ready to blow off the road trip and settle down to some ass fuckin', but maybe I do need to get out of the house for a while. I still don't have an idea what Tiny's got up his sleeve, but I bet it's good.
Sure enough the kid is waitin' for us in the foyer, bouncin' around like it's fuckin' Christmas. He's dressed in skimpy nylon running shorts and a hard-on, no shirt in sight, his tight gymnast's pecs topped by big nipples like a girl's. The faggot musta been twistin' and pullin' on em, lookin' forward to gettin' dicked, because they're red as berries. Tiny's carryin' a wadded up paper bag in his hand and steps ahead of me. Hell, It's his plan and I like to watch him take control of the boy, like head coach at Cocksucker Camp.
Tiny's voice gets hard and he booms out, "Bitch, you ain't dressed to go out! Take that raggedy shit off and put on some real clothes. I brought you some that oughta fit you real nice."
Tyson takes the bag out of Tiny's big mitt and withdraws a handful of cloth, frowning at it. He shakes them out and it's a pair of tiny, light blue terrycloth shorts and a white tank top cut from a T-shirt. He looks at them and frowns, about to balk.
I wonder if this, a set of clothes he don't like, is gonna be the thing that finally gets him to stand up and say, "No more." If he's like his mama it will be. That bitch wouldn't wear socks that didn't have a name on them and cost out the ass. He's been dicked more than a whore right before rent's due, but maybe a handful of cloth will be his breaking point. But no, the boy shrugs and drops his shorts and jockstrap and pulls the shorts on, twisting and pulling to get them over his muscular thighs. Sometimes I forget he even has a cock since the boy wears jocks all the time, but even I can see that it's a decent size. He knows better than to touch it when he's got me to please but the faggot just don't seem to have much use for it anyway, liking instead to get his pleasure from the joy buttons in his ass and throat. When the shorts are finally on, they pull up though the cleft of his ass, making his butt cheeks stand out like hard melons, the soft cloth makin' you want to run your hands all over them.
"Now that's what I like to see," Tiny says, cupping a buttock in one of his rough hands. "Now the shirt, cocksucker."
Ty drops the shirt over his head, barely enough cloth to cover him. The shoulder straps have been cut down to strips that curl into thin strands and drop down below his pecs, putting his big nipples on display. He looks obscene. A fuckin' hooker wouldn't wear this outfit, it's so obvious.
"Now let's take a look," Tiny says. "Oop. We need to get you cleaned up a little, bitch. Make you look presentable."
Tiny pulls my son against him, at 6 feet 8 inches towering over the boy by a couple inches more than a foot. With one hand on Ty's ass he reaches to the boys pecs with his other. He grabs hold of the dark hairs that've grown around the nipples and pulls them out, one by one. With each plucked hair Ty gasps and his ass trembles and jumps, riding the hand in the cleft. He kisses Tiny's arm, slobbering in pleasure as each hair is pulled. Groaning, he humps the air, his prick stone hard in the shorts. Tiny raises his hand and slaps his ass hard. Ty raises his head and moans, "Oh God, Tiny. Fuck my ass with your big cock." He whispers, loud enough for me to hear, "Make it hurt!"
Tiny laughs and puts him off. "Might get around to it before the night is through, bitch, but we got other plans for you right now."
Suddenly it hits me what's been bothering me all along. There is something in that boy that wants you to hurt him, some part of my son that begs a man to grind him under his heel. Some part of him, hard as a diamond that can't be broken, keeps asking you to try. Sometimes when I'm fucking his ass, I'll hold back a little only to find the little faggot looking at me calmly, like a damn cat, his eyes saying, "Go ahead. You know you want to," as clearly as if he was saying it aloud. Even as a kid he could take a spanking without tears and then look at you belligerently, like "That all you got, big man?" Sometimes I've really let loose on his ass, fucking it as hard as I can, deliberately making it hurt. That is when Ty yells the most, but what he yells is, "Oh yeah, Daddy. Just like that." He feeds on it.
The other night when the Stones were here, I thought I might have to break in and stop that asshole middle son, Dave, before he really hurt the kid. Macho Marine Dave was into it big time, holding a belt and whipping the boy with a free hand, over and over. I looked over the top of the camera and there was something in Dave's eyes snarling at the pussyboy like a rabid dog, wanting to savage him. I opened my mouth to stop it, but saw the look in Ty's eyes, howling right back up at Dave Stone, daring him to go further. Right then Dave landed a solid hit right on Ty's hole with the tip of the belt and the kid started shaking and came all over himself, inside his jock. I forgot about what I saw, watching that. Later the bitch begged me to fuck him, even after all the abuse he had taken from the Stones, and I did, hard. For the first time I kept Ty in bed with me all night, holding him. I woke up in the middle of the night, my cock buried in the boy's throat, the faggot thrusting down over and over on my meat, fucking his own throat hard under his own steam. After I shot in his throat, he fell asleep with my cock in his mouth. When I woke up, he was still there, awake, waiting for my morning piss. Ty doesn't want my protection, but Tiny's words from that first night keep ringing in my ears. "There ain't no 'too far' for him," and it worries me a little. I don't even know if Ty himself knows that it's there, or how deep that hunger is.
I shake myself out of it. Tiny and the boy are hootin' and hollerin', playin' grab- ass together. Well, Tiny's playing grab-ass and the faggot is playin' grab-cock, his mouth hangin' open like it's dinner time and he's starved. He's bouncing around, asking "Where we going? Who's gonna be there?" His tight ass rubs against both of us in excitement, humping our legs and crotches.
I get into the truck and as soon as the passenger door opens, Ty jumps into the middle of the bench seat, till Tiny barks at him, "Bitch, get your fuckin' ass into the foot well. I'm gonna give you somethin' to shut you up till we get there." The faggot climbs between Tiny's legs excitedly. He's tuggin' at Tiny's zipper before the truck is even out of the driveway.
The stop signs and turns keep my mind off of the two of them, but soon we hit the highway and I have a chance to look over. Ty is posting himself back and forth on Tiny's big black log. Seen from the side like this, it's like watching a snake swallow a bigger animal. I can actually see his throat bulge as the cock pushes into it, the curved ridge of the cockhead visible as it goes down Ty's gullet. Tiny reaches down to ruffle his hair but the boy's hands snap up and grab them. He places them on either side of his head, the message clear, "You drive for a while." Soon Tiny is pumping the kid's head down fast and mean, fucking his throat hard. Soon the faggot's squealing and moaning around Tiny's meat, getting ready to blow. Tiny shoves him off just in time.
"Don't you fucking cum, bitch!" Tiny yells. "I want you beggin' for cock. Now sit your bitch ass on the floor and calm down"
He settles on the floor but keeps staring at the cock pointin' toward his face, cravin' it. The cunt leans forward to lick it but Tiny slaps his face hard. Barely fazed, he kisses the hand till Tiny pops two fingers in for him to nurse on. He sucks at them contentedly with his eyes closed, his breathing settling a bit.
I see an 18-wheeler up ahead with silhouettes of a nude woman on the back flaps and decide to show off a little, show Tiny my new game. I speed up till I catch up to the cab and then match their speed. I look up real quick to make sure the driver is a guy. It is, some redneck in a Mack Truck gimme cap. I use the motor on the seat to slide it back some, so the pussyboy's got some room to work between the steering wheel and my crotch. I unzip and pull out my cock. At the sound of a zipper the bitch's eyes pop open.
"Hey slut, you thirsty?" I ask. "I gotta go."
Ty jumps up from the floor, his small, muscular body layin' across Tiny's legs with his head in my lap. I honk my horn to get the trucker's attention.
The guy looks down into the pickup and I let go with my piss. Ty catches it in the face first, but moves his head so the flow hits his mouth, keeping his head pulled back because he knows his Daddy is putting on a show. I look up and another head has joined the driver's, a younger man. They're both yelling at what they see, cheering. Ty closes his mouth for a second to swallow and piss runs off his chin.
"Goddamnit!" I yell. "You got piss on my fucking pants, bitch."
Ty turns his head over so I can aim at his mouth and fill it before he has to swallow again.
Tiny says, "Bitch is getting' slack in his manners. Need to teach him a fuckin' lesson."
He starts spanking the faggot's ass over and over, as hard as he can in the limited room of the cab. The truckers next to us start to clap and pump their fists at the show. Ty is humping the seat, groaning deep in his throat, the sound muted by the piss in his mouth. Bubbles drift up through the collected brew from his moans.
"Better be careful," I warn Tiny, "or you're gonna make him shoot."
Tiny stops the blows and my stream slackens. Ty gulps down what's in his mouth then covers his Dad's cock to catch the last of it. When I'm done, he sucks out what's left, but then keeps sucking. That's against the rules and he knows it. That might cause a wreck.
I grab him by the hair and pull him off, then shove him toward Tiny. "Calm him the fuck down, willya?" I tuck my cock back in and zip up.
Tiny pushes the faggot back down into the foot well and starts force-feeding him cock again. The truckers are still at their window, watching with big eyes as Tiny's horse cock disappears down the bitch's throat. The little fucker is gettin' close to shootin' again so Tiny pushes him off but keeps jerkin' his log, the kid's eyes crossed to look at the tip. It ain't long till Tiny's huffin' and puffin', ready to blow. The mouth hovering in front of his cock opens wide, but Tiny snaps it closed with the hand he's not jackin' with.
"On your face, bitch. On your fuckin' face." Tiny blows a big load all over the kid's face, the forehead, the cheeks, the nose, the chin, even a little in the hair where it hangs in drops. "Now leave it," Tiny says. "I want it to show. Don't worry, faggot, you'll get plenty in your mouth in a little bit." He does use his thumbs to clear the cum off the bitch's eyelids so he can see.
He turns to me. "Next exit, Boss."
I speed up to pass the truck and in about a mile I take the exit. In the rearview mirror I can see the 18-wheeler take the same exit and follow us. The strip alongside the highway is full of shit businesses, Pay-day Loan places, used car lots, hot-sheet motels and lots of titty-bars. I don't have any idea where we're going. A passenger jet rumbles overhead, takin' off from the airport.
"See that big yellow sign up ahead?" Tiny points. "Turn in there."
As we get closer I can see that the sign reads, "The Toy Boxxx: Videos, Magazines, Intimate Apparel, Sex Toys, Viewing Booths."
Tiny says to me as I turn in, "Every boy needs some toys to play with, don'cha think?" He looks down at Ty's cum covered face. "We're here, bitch. The toy store." Then he grabs the kid's titties, squeezing them hard and making the pussyboy hiss. By the time he's done, the nipples are fiery red and throbbing.
The parking lot is crowded. As we all pile out and head to the store I see the 18- wheeler slow down. The parking lot here isn't big enough for the rig. They drive further down the road and pull into a motel parking lot. I'm sure we'll see them later.
Lots of erotic boutiques have popped up near the nicer neighborhoods. Clean, well lit places where the soccer moms can go to pick up a small vibrator, some lubricant, or rent a video and not feel too trashy, maybe even feel like they're being daring.
This isn't one of those.
This place has TV's in the corners showing a video of some bleached blonde whore getting' her pussy banged by a black guy with a cock big as a baby's arm while she blows another black guy. Ratty wire spinner racks sit on dirty concrete, holding cheap DVD's and shrink-wrapped magazines. The walls are lined with what used to be called "marital aids": dildos, rubber pussies, vibrators, butt plugs, and other assorted gadgets. Clothing racks hold hooker-wear. A curtain covered doorway on the left wall leads to the viewing booths. Florescent tubes, many of them out or flickering, light the main floor, which is fronted by a long glass case that I guess has the expensive stuff in it or at least the small stuff that steals easy. Before you go through the electronic security bars there's a place where you can pick up a small shopping basket. Tiny grabs a shopping cart like you use at the grocery store instead.
Inside there are maybe twelve guys looking around, a mix of all types. White, black, Hispanic, and who-knows-whats. All of them men. Down and out guys getting a cheap thrill from the covers of magazines, guys that look like they just got off a plane, salesmen maybe, who want to pick up jerk off material for the hotel because it's cheaper than a hooker, guys looking around like they're afraid to be seen by somebody they know. The men from the other cars must be back in the booths.
The pussyboy is frozen just inside the security gates, looking obscene in his ass hugging shorts and a tank top showing off his bloated nipples. His face is still coated with Tiny's wad, some of it beginning to dry around the edges but most of it shining on his face, looking like nothing other than what it is, cum dripping off a pussyboy's face. In case there is any doubt, his titties glow like beacons, pinched and red as if he's got lipstick on 'em. He's probably never even been in a place like this before but here he is, the belle of the damn ball.
"Get your bitch ass in here," Tiny says. "If we're gonna get your pussy some playtoys, we gotta look around some."
Ty shuffles in, head hanging, staying close to us. The big muscleboy behind the counter, dressed in a tight black T-shirt with a leather muscle-band snapped around his bicep, checks us out. His eyes stop on the faggot for a while and his eyebrows raise. Then he looks Tiny and me up and down, maybe in a queer way. I don't know. Tiny stands out in any crowd, big as he is. The guy looking at me makes me uncomfortable. I've had plenty of time to think about it while I'm bangin' the faggot's ass or throat, but I'm not queer and neither is Tiny. Like Tiny says, a mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole, what it's attached to ain't that big a deal. The little bitch is lucky he shoots off like a rocket with a cock in his mouth or ass because neither of us gives a shit about that part of him. We just care about the parts that are tight, warm and wet, and can suck a man's cum out of him no matter which end you use. He came to me begging for cock, I'm just riding the free ass and mouth train I found. I'll admit I like to watch other men bang him around too, but that's just 'cause he's such a damn pig about it. There's sometin' about watchin' him stuffed full of cock that warms my...well; it ain't my heart it warms.
Tiny starts off into the store pushing the cart. The first thing he drops in is a bottle of lube the size of a two-liter Pepsi. Continuing on, moves past the rubber pussies and blow-up dolls saying, "You ain't got a real pussy between your legs but it'll do till one come along!" as he passes. He moves over to the dildos and picks one off the shelf claiming to be molded from some porn star's cock. "Sshee-it. I put a dick twice that long up your ass all the time." He picks up one that has to be ten inches around. "Maybe one of these days, faggot, if you keep workin' at it as hard as you do." He gives Tyson a wink.
Tiny's deep voice carries and when I turn around and every eye in the place is on us. Some of them are amused. Others are looking at the boy like meat just dropped in a cage. Before I turn back I see that Ty's edged away from us embarrassed, but his attention is caught by a display of alligator clips connected by chains. Nipple clamps. He's lifting the clamps up and trying them out on his finger. The ones with the sharp teeth must hurt too much, because he takes them off immediately. The pair with rubber over the ends slip off when he tugs on the chain so he puts them back. He must like the pair with smaller, rounded teeth because he leaves them on his finger and his other hand strays to his chest and thumbs his nipple. Tiny's cum is still wet on his face in places. I nudge Tiny and nod toward the boy. Tiny heads his way.
"Mmmm. We need to get you some of those, don't we faggot?" He says. "Let's try some on."
He snaps off the tag in the middle and muscleboy at the counter heads toward us, but Tiny's big black hand waves him off. "We're buyin'! If we use it we buy it." The guy stays outside the counter though, watching the show like everybody else.
Tiny puts the clamps on the pussyboy's nipples and lets them squeeze. The faggot's breath starts coming in pants, and his ass cheeks squeeze and flex, trying to eat the fabric of his shorts. His cock springs up hard, tenting the shorts in front. His ass humps the air behind him, looking for something, anything, to fuck it. Tiny takes them off and the pussy's grinding slows down but doesn't stop. Tiny drops the first pair in the cart and picks up another pair, these with a second chain hanging down from the middle of the first. "Let's try these" Tiny says. "They've got a leash on 'em." He snaps the clamps onto Ty's nipples and the pussy dance begins again, this time faster, the boy shaking with desire.
Tiny grabs the leash and pulls the faggot back to the dildos, nipples pulled out in front of him and his ass trying to eat the air behind him. I smack his ass hard and he gasps. I lay my hand on his ass and he backs up, riding the space between my thumb and hand. He's torn between Tiny pulling at his nips and the hand on his ass, bent over to accommodate the tugs in both directions. Pussyboy is riding my hand like a wind-up toy, gasping in pain, hunger, or both. I take my hand away and he stumbles, still bent over, closer to Tiny. Finally he straightens up, ass still doing its pussy dance.
Tiny whips a box off the shelf and rips it open, pulling out a long thick dildo, as thick as him and longer than either of us, longer than humanly possible. He snaps his fingers, pointing at the floor. "On your knees, bitch!"
Ty fights it for a moment, but desire and training take over and he drops to his knees. He starts to bend over but my hand on his shoulder stops him.
"He ain't gonna fuck your ass with it in public, faggot." I say. "He just wants to check the size. I'll fuck you with it in one of the booths when we're done shopping." Tiny grins at me over the faggot's head. I see his plan now and I'm with it.
Men gather at the ends of the aisle now that Ty is on his knees. I move back so they can see the fuckmeat on his knees, nipple clamps on, his ass fucking the air. Some of them are groping themselves openly. A Mack Truck hat catches my eye and I see the two truckers who watched the faggot take my piss and catch Tiny's load on his face. The young one gives me a thumbs up, his eyes wide. The counter guy is standing amazed, probably having seen everything in the world before, but not this.
Tiny holds the dildo like a dagger, the head of the fake cock just above the faggot's lips. He pulls on the leash so his titties are pulled out to points. "Kiss it, bitch," He says. Fuckmeat's lips purse up and his tongue snakes out, licking the end. He's drooling now, spit dripping from the sides of his mouth, refreshing the dried cum on his face. Other spots are still wet, clinging in clumps. Tiny mashes the dildo into his lips, spreading them over the head of it. The bitch opens his mouth and takes the head in, sucking on it hard. Tiny pushes it deeper, placing it at the entry to his throat. "Open wide, faggot."
Tiny stabs down and the dildo enters the cunt's throat, making it bulge as it fills full of simulated cock. He stops when the faggot has about the length of his and my cocks buried in him, then takes his hand away. The end of the dildo pokes out of the cocksucker's mouth like a sword swallower's trick onstage, his head tilted back, throat undulating around the fake cock, milking it like he does a real one. Prolonged cocksucking and swimming lessons have taught the cunt to hold his breath for a long time. His lips reach up and massage the sides of the dildo. His tongue even pokes out a little and licks the fake cock like he can pleasure it.
Tiny turns to me. "What do you think? Big enough?"
"Yeah, I guess. Is that as deep as it goes?" I ask. There are gasps from some of the men watching.
Tiny puts his hand flat on the base of the dildo and pushes down, sinking another two inches into the faggot's throat. That seems to be too much, so Tiny pulls it out so the cunt can grab a breath. Then he fucks the bitch's mouth with it right there, on his knees, on the dirty concrete floor of a low-class porn store. He pumps it fast into the waiting throat, then pulls it out and long-dicks the kid a couple of times, shoving it deep and pulling it free each time. Fuckbitch's pussy is whipping back and forth and the front of his tight shorts are dark with pre-cum. He's about to pop, so Tiny pulls the dildo out and drops it in the cart.
"Oh yeah. That one does the trick, don't it, bitch? Let's do some more shopping before you blow a load in your shorts." Tiny pulls the fuckmeat to his feet by the nipple clamps and heads down the aisle, pulling him behind by the leash. Something has woken up behind Ty's eyes and he's no longer folding his shoulders in, trying to hide. He's walking just as confidently as he does when he mounts the blocks at the pool before a race starts or at the edge the mat, right before he takes off and vaults into a complicated series of flips and turns. He checks the men out openly when they move aside to let him pass, pleased at the show of hard-ons and pre-cum damp pants. My cock is uncomfortable, twisted in my own damp jeans. Tiny sure knows how to put on a show.
The shopping goes faster from then on. Tiny picks stuff up off the shelves and drops them in the cart; a vibrator, a buttplug, two pairs of shorts with a split up the ass, a pair of cuffs with lamb's wool covering the insides and a chain connecting them, a big black enema bag with a metal wrapped hose and a steel nozzle, and finally an adjustable leather collar and leash. I see something called "pleasure rings," connected gel rings that go around your cock so your bitch has some extra bumps to ride when you push in. I grab two packages of them and toss them in the cart. The large size, so they'll fit Tiny and me. Some men follow us as we do our shopping, their eyes big, imagining the stuff being used on the cocksucker. We head to the front and Tiny unloads the cart onto the counter. He pulls out a leather riding-crop and raises his eyebrows at me. I shake my head. I didn't put it in the cart either. The pussyboy stands there with a face covered in dried cum, smiling to himself, his cunt still doing its dance.
"You want your ass whipped, huh bitch?" Tiny asks. "I think that can be arranged."
Tiny tells the muscle guy behind the counter to throw in batteries, a box each of D-size and C-size. After it's all been rung up he adds, "Give us three admissions to the booths." "No charge," muscleboy says. Tiny hands over a credit card and looks at me. "My treat. Consider it rent on the Pussyboy's ass. Plus, I got a favor to ask you later."
The clerk puts all the stuff up in two big bags. I take one, Tiny grabs the other and we head toward the video booths, the faggot behind us, dawdling a bit so the leash pulls on his titties. The cash register behind us is chiming away as our audience lines up to buy admission for the booths too, tickets for the next act.
Through the curtain the room is big and dark, the sides lined with tiny viewing booths with flimsy plywood doors and a few columns down the middle. Some of the doors are open and I can see TVs with porn showing on them, straight stuff, queer stuff, and in one a pretty bitch with huge titties and a big cock between her legs is banging the holy hell out of a guy with his jeans dropped to his knees. The soundtracks blend together into a mix of cheap music, loud moans, and faked exclamations. "Oh, you're so big!" "You like that big cock in your pussy?" "Fuck my ass, man." The place smells like an unwashed man's crotch, ripe and cummy, with a little Pine-Sol laid over top of it. Somebody must come through every once in a while and give the place a half-hearted wash, but it ain't clean. There's a drain in the middle of the floor, but patches of dried jizz and God knows what else cover it like leopard's spots.
Men from the store are beginning to file in and stand around, watching us. None of them make for the booths. Muscleboy from the front counter has joined the group. Either he has locked the doors or he's found somebody to take over the front while he watches the show. The two truckers from before are front and center, groping themselves. One businessman-looking guy whips out his cock and plays with it, clear strings of pre- cum dripping to the floor in puddles. One of the black guys pulls out a cell phone and I hear him tell his wife or girlfriend that he's gonna be a little late. A few guys come out of the booths to see what's going on.
"Your turn, Vince," Tiny says. "Give these motherfuckers a show." He hands me the leash to the pussyboy's nipples.
I pull open the door to one of the booths and check it out. It's tiny, the size of a closet, and there's a bench built into the back wall. On the right side there's a TV built in so the screen is even with the wall. On the left side there's a hole in the thin panel separating it from the next booth. We place the bags on the floor and I pull out the big bottle of lube and hand it to Tiny. "Open that, will'ya?" I ask. I pull out a pair of bright blue lycra shorts with a slit up the back and hand them to the faggot, saying, "Put these on, fuckmeat."
Ty drops his shorts immediately, standing out in the open. His cock is hard and dripping, pre-cum hanging off it in a string. A guy reaches out and grabs it, playing with it. Ty lets the guy go at it for a little bit, then pushes his hand away and puts on his new fuck-me shorts, putting his cock away. Pussyboy knows where his fun is at. Just like the old bra commercial, the shorts lift and separate. When he turns around, the cheeks are pulled apart and his hole is on display, impossibly small, considering what's about to happen to it. I pull the faggot over to me by his leash and hand him the collar. He puts it on, no words needed. I point to the bench inside the booth.
"Get your bitch ass on the bench, feet on either side of the door." He rushes in and sits, then lifts his legs and puts his feet on the door at about my thigh level. "Higher, faggot. Show everybody your pussy." He scoots forward on the bench and lifts his legs up high so his cunt is aimed up and out. His hole is twitching, waiting for something to feed it. "You want somethin' in your cunt?" He nods frantically. "I hand him the bottle of lube and he puts it next to him on the bench. "Then get it ready, bitch."
Men crowd around me to watch him squirt lube from the pump dispenser into his hand and start fingering his hole. I know he's already lubed up. He always is, like good fuckmeat, ready in case a cock wants to fuck his ass. He starts with two fingers, then quickly works up to three, then four. His eyes are dreamy and focused off in the distance, off in pussyboy heaven. I hand him the dildo that was in his throat out in the store and hang the leash in the crack between the door and the wall so it hangs down swinging, still tugging at his nipples. Tiny pulls the vibrator out of its packaging, dropping batteries into its base.
"Grease it up, faggot, then hand it back to me. I'll do the fucking." He takes the dildo and squirts more lube in his hand, jacking up and down on the rubber cock, getting it ready for his hole. He hands it back to me and he's done a perfect job, leaving me a dry place at the bottom so I can get a good grip. "You ready to get fucked, cunt?"
His lips are puffed up and open, red with need, his breathing ragged. "Oh yeah, Daddy. Bust my pussy wide open." The crowd behind me mutters, wondering if I 'm really the kid's daddy.
I place the tip of the dildo against his hole. He pushes out and gives it a kiss with his ass-lips. I thrust in fast, giving him a quick seven inches. He gasps, but he's already trying to push up on it further, insatiable little whore that he is. I fuck him deep with it, till my hand is against his hole. He's moaning and rolling his head from side to side, his pussy-lips stretched thin around the big dildo. I pull it out slowly so his cunt lips pull back with it, thin and translucent, as it slides out of him. I pull it all the way out, so it's resting once again at the opening. "You ready to get fucked, faggot? Tell Daddy all about how much you want it."
Given a taste, the fuckbitch is desperate for more and starts begging for it. "Oh God, yes. Fuck it hard and make it hurt. Give it to me. Please give it to me. Give it to me till I scream. Please, Daddy, fuck my ass."
I love to see the bitch like this, desperate for it and begging. I would draw it out, but we've got an audience and they've seen how bad he wants it. I shove it in and start force fucking him deep and fast, thrusting into his hole over and over, pushing it deep and rolling the end around in circles, stretching the hole and making the part buried inside twist and work his guts. Fuckbitch is panting words but they aren't clear until I start pulling out all the way and long-dicking him with the rubber rod with each thrust, shoving it in until air splutters out of his hole when I sink it deep.
"Oh. Oh God. Cock. In my mouth. Please let me suck your cock. I need cock to suck on. Fuck my throat. Cum in my mouth."
I look over my shoulder and now all the men watching have their cocks out and dripping, watching me fuck the bitch's ass. Sizes are all over the place, but I catch the eye of the trucker in the Mack Truck hat and nod my head toward the empty booth to the left. He's been watching us the longest so I give him first crack at the faggot's mouth. He disappears into the booth and soon there is a hard cock through the hole, thick, uncut and gamy. I turn back to the fuck bitch and say, "What're you waitin' for cocksucker? Dinner's on the table." He sees the cock poking from the wall and dives for it, taking it all in one go then sucking on it like his life depends on it. He starts bobbing up and down, sucking like the cockwhore he is. The trucker must be pretty worked up because he doesn't last long and shoots his wad in the bitch's mouth after a short while. The kid sucks him clean and then smacks his lips, savoring the load in his mouth. The whole time I'm fucking the hell out of his ass with the dildo. Immediately the fag's calling out for another cock, any cock. The younger trucker is up next and he's got a cock made for the whore, thick and long. Ty deep-throats it then fucks himself on it. After a while he just places his open mouth against the hole and lets the trucker fuck his mouth, getting deep dicked at both ends. Another load for the cocksucker's mouth follows soon and he's calling for more. I send the black guy in next since he's got to get home to his girl. He's thick and average length, but shoots big ropes of cum into the pussyboy's mouth. My arm is getting tired so I switch hands. The muscleboy clerk follows next and he's got a big one for the whore. He's got a piercing through his cockhead and the faggot tugs at it with his teeth, teasing it before talking it all at a gulp. Muscleboy fucks the pussy's throat till he lets out a yell and feeds the bitch more cum. Another black guy follows him. This guy's got a bull-cock like me and Tiny, long, thick and cut. When the cunt gulps it down in one go I hear him gasp out, "Oh shit yeah, take it ALL baby," through the thin wall of the booth. The guy powerfucks the faggot's throat until the kid is in cock heaven and blows a load in his shorts. Neither of us stops feeding him cock and he keeps sucking till he gets his reward, another mouth full of cum.
My arms are worn out so Tiny hands me the even thicker vibrator. I bury it deep, no lube and in one push, till only the end sticks out of fuckmeat's pussy. I find the "on" switch, flip it, and the vibrator takes off in his ass, buzzing like a hand sander smoothing the edges off a rough piece of wood. The cocksucker sucks off more guys that way. The only work that is required from me is when the vibrator starts to ooze out of his ass. I just put my foot against the base and grind it back into his cunt, deep. We all stand back and watch the kid go, taking load after load.
After that we move on to the buttplug. It takes batteries too and has a remote on a thin wire with settings from low to high. At its widest, it's bigger around than anything so far and maybe eight inches long from the part that the faggot's hole grips. When it goes in it rests there for a minute, not turned on. Then I swear fuckmeat's pussy starts chewing on the damn thing, pushing it out and pulling it back in like a baby sucking on a pacifier. I turn it on and then it really starts to move. With it lodged in his cunt, fuckbitch comes out of the booth, dragging his leash behind him, and goes from man to man on his knees, blowing guys in the middle of the filthy floor. Every time he takes a load I turn up the power a little, as a reward. A few cocks down the line while he's getting' face fucked, by a big one of course, the faggot blows another load in his shorts. He keeps going.
Finally the faggot finishes all of them off. There are a few guys waiting around for seconds, but that's too damn bad. I turn the buttplug off, pull him up by his nipples, and tell him to get dressed. He starts to roll down his new fuck-me shorts, but I tell him to just pull the cloth pair on over them. I leave the plug in. When he's got the terry cloth shorts back on I tuck the remote in the waistband and take the clamps off his titties but leave the leather collar on.
On the way back to the truck Ty walk ahead of us with his ass full of buttplug, a little pigeon toed, butt poking up and out. The legs of the lycra shorts poke out from beneath the cloth ones, which cling to his ass cleft and show the base of the plug sticking out of his hole. When he stops at the door and turns around, I see his knees are almost black from crawling from man to man on the filthy floor.
As soon as we hit the highway back toward home, the faggot reaches into one of the bags and pulls out the set of nipple clamps without the leash and snaps them onto his titties. "Please, Tiny, Sir. Let me suck your cock again."
"Damn baby, ain't you had enough yet? I was keepin' count and you took fourteen loads tonight. Fourteen!" He whistles. "If you want to make yourself useful, suck some of this mess outta my pants. I was leaking like a damn faucet watching you blow all those men." Tiny turns the buttplug on low and rests back in the seat with his arms folded behind his head, waiting for the boy to suck clean his pre-cum soaked pants.
Before the bitch can bend over and get to work, I grab him by the hair and turn him to face me. "Besides, faggot, tonight's the night your gettin' your ass double dicked by me and Tiny." I look over at Tiny. "Turn that plug up to the max and keep his pussy hot." I push Ty's head down so he can start sucking the jizz outta Tiny's pants leg and head toward home, humming a tune as I listen to the buzzing in fuckbitch's guts as he cleans Tiny's pants.
...To be continued...