The Hedonistic Telepath, Ch. 3 by: Dani R. email: derfgh12@gmail.com (send feedback!)
Not all fairy tales end up in the Brothers Grimm. Some are for a more... refined palate, one that can appreciate the exquisite struggle of an overactive libido. This is one such tale, salacious and forbidden. I'm sure many will turn away based just on the subject matter.
For the rest of you, welcome. Pull up a chair with your favorite cup of hot chocolate or your favorite sheets and pillows, raid your spank bank for some visual aid (I'll provide some light guidance if you'd prefer), and get ready to dive in. Be warned, it only gets smuttier from here.
But before we begin, some disclosures: first, if you're underage, get the hell out! Make sure you donate to Nifty to support its ongoing hosting. Regardless of whether you are of age or not, please do not read this if this kind of story offends you. Lastly and most importantly, men in these stories will be playing unsafely, which is not advised in real life. Please get yourself checked regularly and play safe out there.
Now, let's continue.
"C'mon boy," Bruce said in his sexy, gruff voice, "daddy needs taken care of."
He pushed me firmly by the shoulder into a corner of the maze, where a sling awaited our debauchery.
"Drop the towel, boy," he commanded.
I did as I was told, a hand swatting my backside and holding it firmly.
"Mmm, fuck yeah," he said. "This'll do."
He went for and grabbed my dick, stiff as a rod almost the entire time I'd been invading his mind.
"Packing good meat there, son. But we're not here for yours, are we?"
My God, that voice...! He could influence me to do anything he wanted with his voice alone. The `son' was not lost on me, either. Woof!
"No sir," I responded, "your pleasure is all that matters."
"Good boy," he said, giving my ass another swat.
He turned me by the shoulder and then pressed me to my knees.
"Taste it, boy."
I did as instructed, touching the tip of my tongue to the tip of both the P. A. and the piss slit it adorned. I pushed my tongue into the crevice, tasting his sweet nectar and tart piss all in one.
"Yeeeeeaaaahh," he huffed in one low drawl.
I then took his hard cock all the way to the hilt, the piercing teasing my uvula.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, "you've a talent, boy. Oh fuck yeeeaaaahhh..."
I sucked it slow, all the way in and out. I sucked on the head like a teat. I licked his hairy nutsack. Back to the cock head. Back down my throat. Over and over again, I changed the pace and procedure, and over and over again, daddy liked.
"You know what daddy likes."
I tapped into his mind and saw what he really liked; I took his whole cock in and held it there, squeezing the base ever so slightly with my teeth. I pushed a finger heavy into his taint. A second finger found his hole and teased it.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, "good boy... good boy!"
He tussled my hair, and whatever daddy issues I had went into overdrive at that. I sucked him faster, harder, for everything I was worth. I could tell he was getting close, and sure enough, he pulled me off his cock.
"Don't get greedy now," he said, making me stand, "this seed is for your hole."
"Yes, daddy."
I picked up my bottle of poppers as daddy proceeded to help me into the sling. First, I laid my full weight onto my back, grabbing onto the belts along my arms. Daddy Bruce helped one leg into its strap, then the other. Lying there, prone, naked, and defenseless, I felt right in the world.
"Fuck yeah," he said in his low growl.
He fisted his cock to full mast, massive and gleaming at the tip with metal and man dribble. He massaged the tip of his dick against my awaiting hole.
"You ready for me, boy?"
"Yes sir!"
I couldn't hide my enthusiasm, I was practically wiggling in my seat. He pressed the tip of his dick against my hole and let spit dribble from his tongue down to my taint. He used a rough finger to apply the lubricant into my soft pucker. He fingered me rough a hot second and then placed his dick against it once more. This time, he applied pressure, the P. A. leading the way to soft nirvana beyond. His glans pressed against my sphincter, stretching me open as Bruce slowly rammed all eight inches inside.
"Ooohh....!" escaped my lips.
Bruce wiggled his hips ever so slightly, sending shivers through his cock and up my spine, the piercing acting like an electric conductor. Every time it brushed against my flesh, I saw stars of pleasure... though that might've been Bruce helpfully lifting my own bottle of poppers to my one nostril. He did the other, and now I was really swimming in space.
"Fuck yeeaaahhhhh....!"
He knew he had me; Bruce went into overdrive almost immediately, working up to a loud tempo within moments of entering me. His thighs slap - slap - slapped against my own as his cock drove into me with about the speed and force of a pile driver. He stuck out his tongue, bragging; 'this is all of it all at once,' he was saying. It was phenomenal work. Slap... slap... slap...
"Ooooh yeaaahhh.... fuuuuuck..."
Daddy Bruce closed his eyes and threw his head back, holding the harness by the belts, thrusting with his entire lower body, his cock driving in deeper and deeper each time. I started grunting involuntarily, louder and louder, drawing a crowd. I didn't dare use my power, too many had slipped in within eyesight.
"Fuck that's hot."
"Fuck yeah, boy...!"
"Fuck!"
A cloud of man sweat and obscenities had gathered around me. By the time I counted, we were seven strong, cocks in hands, one pounding into my sweet, tender hole.
"Ungh...! Ungh...! Ungh...!"
Bruce and I were one, and the men gathered could see that. They were respectful, turning to play with each other around us, adding to the debauchery gravitating around us. None of this was lost on Bruce, lost in lust and exhibitionism, flexing his muscles as he impaled me.
"Fuck yeah, son," he said in his deepest growl, "such a good boy."
The man closest to me tussled my hair, his cock touching my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out and was rewarded with the cock's head.
"Good boy," Bruce said, "suck your uncle's dick."
I hand't cum harder before than in that moment; I had no idea someone had taken a hold of my cock and squeezed my cum out expertly. I was a team player, I didn't lose grip on either cock impaling me. I did grunt and groan like a pig roast, but that just made the men happy. High fives!
"This boy's a fuckin hottie," said a bald stud, tiger tattoo on his chest. "Fuck yeah dude."
Jake approached me, cock leading him like a guided missile, right for my mouth. As he buried his cock, I burrowed into his mind. Jake... thrity-two years old. Single. Gayer than Christmas. Hmm... interesting.
"Fuck yeah I'm gonna cum," Bruce announced all of a sudden.
Jake buried all of his cock down my throat, making tears stream from the corners of my eyes. It was ten inches. Holy shit! I hadn't had this much cock in me at once in my life! Bruce's cock seemed to grow a full two inches as it throbbed and spurted like an animal, spewing Bruce's seed deep in my guts.
"Unnnggghhhh!!!!"
Spasms ran through Bruce like bolts of electricity, his body jerking violently with each wave of his orgasm, his cock stabbing ever deeper against my beleaguered hole.
"Fuck," he sighed, smiling. The spell was broken, and it was just as well. I'd stopped hiding my eyes a while ago, so I openly invaded the group's mind and bought them into the same assumption: color contacts. I divined Bruce's contact info and tucked him into my proverbial 'black book' of sorts. Bruce disappeared into the crowd as more and more tops crowded around hungry bottoms. Jake removed his cock from his mouth and blocked a silver daddy from taking the helm at my hole.
"Naw, bro. It's my turn," Jake said, laying lion's eyes on me. Woof... His claim on me was animal. I'd barely invaded his mind, and he was already about to claim me in the most intimate way, and with such a big member... could I even take it?
As if reading my mind in kind, Jake produced a small vial of lube and squirted a generous amount on his anaconda.
"I get this feeling we're gonna exchange phone numbers," he said confidently, stroking himself slick.
"We did," I snapped back, much to his confusion. I didn't care.
Firmly, and with a sexy look in his hazel eyes, he drove himself halfway through me.
"You okay?" he asked. The crowd was watching, stroking, loving every second. Live porn man... doesn't get better unless you ARE the porn.
"Go for it," I said, smiling, a little out of breath.
Jake winked at me as he drove the rest in.
"Hah!" I gasped, filled deeper than I had been in a long time. Jake meant to take it slow, but I was too wound up to let him. I commanded him to treat this like a porn, and me like the professional I was. Jake opened his eyes, and when they meant mine, I was shocked to find them glinting silver like mine were. I never knew I could...
"Fuck yeah!"
Jake started piston pumping into me faster and faster, harder and harder, revving up his engine. My grunts turned into a rhythmic moan, higher and higher in pitch.
"Fuck! I'm not gonna last!"
And in that moment, I saw something I'd NEVER seen before. The silver glinting in Jake's eyes... turned red. Blood red, like the harvest moon.
"FFUUUUCCCKKK!!!!"
Jake came harder than he'd ever done before in his life, pulling out halfway through his orgasm as more of his seed spilled onto my dick. I didn't bother trying to match him, I was just too dumbstruck and... shocked.
Another one like me...?
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