The Product By Gustav Rennick
This story was inspired by my favourite drawing by Etienne the very gifted artist of gay erotica and pornography.
Story codes: BBM/bd/inc
Characters:
Matt 16 yr old ,5'7" 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, 5.5" cock, grade 10 student
Mac 42 yr old, 6', 200 pounds, brown hair, grey eyes, 7" cock, former marine now construction worker
Jeff 17 yr old, 5'10, 175 pounds, light brown hair, hazel eyes, 6.5" cock, grade 10 student
The Product
Matt awoke to the sound of his father showering. He cursed under his breath as he did not have to get up for another 2 hours. Every morning they went through the same thing, Mac who worked construction would rise at 5am and prepare himself for work. Matt, a grade 10 student, would be wakened by Mac's noisy ablutions.
"Fucking hell and damn," Matt muttered. He never said anything to his dad because the former marine did not think it appropriate for a `junior' rank to question a superior. But Matt seethed in silence.
And now to aggravate the tension, Mac had refused Matt's request for money to pay for an opportunity to spend the summer at an actual archeology dig. Mac did not believe in archeology as a career choice for his son and told him so in no uncertain terms. Archeology wasn't manly enough for his son; wasn't what he wanted his son doing for the rest of his life.
If Matt wanted to go on the dig he would have to come up with the money on his own. Matt already worked 12 hours a week during the school term and saved what he could and with his school hours and his soccer practices could see no way to save enough money to pay for the expedition. When he told his dad he could stop soccer, Mac laid down the law, as he always did, that athletics were too important to let drop.
Matt had pondered his options and found no viable solution.
Mac finally left the house and Matt snuggled into bed hoping for another hour's sleep but it did not come. He tossed and turned alternating between ways to raise the money and ways to be rid of his father's domination.
Matt struggled out of bed and down to the kitchen for breakfast.
At 7:30 his buddy Jeff arrived for the daily walk to school. Jeff was Matt's best friend and had been since kindergarten. On the walk Matt again ran money-raising ideas by Jeff. Jeff was a practical sort who could always be counted on pointing out the shortcomings of ideas. Matt's spirit sank with every idea shot down.
On this particular day, Jeff joking asked why Matt didn't solve both problems by selling his dad.
"What?!?!" Matt asked.
"Well, we heard about this white slavery crap in Hansen's class. Maybe there is a white-slave ring that takes 40 year old ex-marine dudes." Jeff laughed at his own idea.
Matt however took his buddy more seriously. "How would you find a white-slavery ring in this town? Look in the yellow pages? Do a search on google?"
"Hey, man, I was kidding. What are you on about?"
Matt paused. "Dad won't help with the funding so how can I get the funding out of Dad? If I can't sell Dad maybe I can rent him."
"Rent him?!?! Rent him as what , a circus clown, a mercenary? Give me a break."
"You are right, I guess."
Although Jeff thought the matter was dropped, Matt mulled the notion throughout the day and raised it again as the boys walked home.
"What do you suppose someone would pay to have sex with an ex-marine?"
"What the hell...?" Jeff was astonished at the notion. "Are you suggesting your Dad prostitute himself to raise the money? Man, he wouldn't give it to you what makes you think he would sell himself? You would do better selling yourself."
"Or a friend..." Matt suggested, with a leer.
"Don't even think it, dude. Not my scene."
"I know," replied Matt, "but I wonder how much I could get guys to pay for having sex with Dad."
"Your dad's not gay."
"All the better, or maybe he's bi, but whatever. Sex is sex. Money is money"
"You have lost your marbles. Completely lost your marbles. How do you bring up the topic at the dinner table? `Gee, Dad, you want to be a prostitute for me in your spare time?' Get a grip."
"Maybe you're right but it seemed such a great idea in Math class."
They walked the rest of the way home in silence.
As Matt and Mac ate supper, making small talk as they always did, Matt was sizing up his father. 42 yr old 6' 200, brown hair, grey eyes, former marine now construction worker. Hard body, rugged features, not bad looking, straight. Nice selling features. Now how to get the product to market?
That night Matt spent a lot of time on the internet rather than on his homework. He discovered there was a market there for men selling their bodies. He discovered there was money out there.
Something else Matt discovered on the internet was that many marines were not adverse in selling their bodies to other men for extra cash. Many marines became porn stars and escorts.
Over the next few days, Matt plotted and planned. His goal was to turn his dad into a male whore -- even if Mac did not agree with the notion.
Matt joined a few chat rooms and bulletin boards on which he offered an straight ex-marine/construction worker for those interested. He got a great many inquiries. Not all serious but enough to make the prospects promising.
Once he had made his decision he recruited Jeff as a partner in the enterprise. Jeff was astonished that his buddy was serious but was willing to go along.
Matt had worked out most of the logistics. The unused room in the basement, fixed up with bed and other necessities was the perfect venue. The only thing missing was the product.
Actually, Jeff solved that one. He took some of his mother's tranquilizers and the boys introduced these into Mac's after work coffee. Soon after dinner Mac fell into a doze. The boys hefted his dead weight down the stairs into the room. They put a chain collar around his neck and secured it with a chain run under the bed back to the collar. The chain allowed Mac to raise his head about two feet. They handcuffed Mac's hands behind his back. And then stripped the bound hunk completely.
And waited.
Mac awoke and discovered his bound state. "What the hell is going on, Matthew?" Let me up! Now!"
Matt was calmer than he expected to be in the situation, "Can't do that, dad. You told me I had to raise the money on my own. That is what I am doing with your help."
"My help? What are you talking about?"
"I am an entrepreneur and you, dear father you are my product."
Mac protested in vain.
Shortly after, the doorbell rang. The first customer had arrived. Wilton Maxwell was a local entrepreneur with a good deal of money to spend. He was 67, 5'10, 245 pounds. Matt greeted him and led the older man into the basement, collecting the money as they went.
Maxwell was hesitant doing business like this with a teenager but when he saw the product that hesitancy went away. "Hot! Why is he tied up?"
"Well, let's just say this wasn't his idea."
"I'm not sure I want to get involved in anything like this."
"It's up to you but before you lies a hunk of a man, naked and ready to be used." Matt lifted his father's legs and ran his hand along his ass crack. I can't guarantee he is a virgin but I can guarantee he hasn't given it up for a great many years. Right, dad?"
"Matt! You untie me right NOW!"
Maxwell watched the interaction and became more aroused. Father and son. Son selling his father. Son watching his father being used. "Gentlemen, I am here to fuck a straight ex-marine slash construction worker..."
"You are here to do what!?" roared Mac.
"He is here to fuck you and or have you blow him or whatever he wants for an hour, dad." Matt explained. "You have to learn about supporting my dreams. And right now one of my dreams is to watch you get fucked. By the way, you ever been fucked, dad? Any marine or sailor shove his cock into your ass?"
"Matt, let me up right now and I'll forget the whole thing."
"Mr. Maxwell, I'll hold his legs. You go for it."
"Don't do it, man, I'll press charges. I will see you are thrown in prison if you touch me."
Matt turned to Jeff, "Buddy, now is your chance to have your cock sucked. Shove your meat into his mouth."
"Uh... you sure about this, Matt? He..."
Matt grabbed his father's egg-sized balls and squeezed.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!" Mac bellowed.
"Dad, are you going to cooperate? `Cause I have a feeling you have had cocks shoved into you before, right?" Matt squeezed again. His father howled again. "Right, dad?"
"God, Matt..." Another squeeze. "Yes, yes. Stop please. I'll do it. Stop crushing my balls."
"How many men have you entertained with your ass, dad?"
"Uh... a couple." Matt returned his hand to his father's balls. "Ok, ok, around 15 give or take. I was a regular marine pussy, alright, I was used by some of the men I served with."
"So, you are used to being fucked and you are going to help me raise money, aren't you, dad?"
"Yes, son," Mac paused and something switched in his head, "... sir yes sir!"
"Alright, Dad! Welcome to the business. Jeff, shove your cock in his mouth and, Mr. Maxwell, ram your cock in his ass. Now. "
Maxwell looked at the boys and the bound hunk. "No, I won't. ... But I'll tell you what I want to happen now. You," he pointed at Jeff, "strip and get your blow job. You," pointing at Matt, "Strip and fuck your father -- hard."
The boys looked at each other, nodded and shed their clothing. Both were hard by the time they were naked. Eagerly, they stood by Mac's respective orifices and shoved their teenage cocks in. They were horny and not gentle. His son's 5.5" split his ass -- which had not been entered for 17 years. And Mac bellowed as best he could around Jeff's 6.5". His son was fucking him dry. And Mac's cock grew as hard as rock because of it.
Mr. Maxwell loved the sight of the two teens fucking the bound ex-marine. Especially the little 5'7" son standing on tiptoes to ram his cock into his father with enthusiasm.
The assault on Mac's body continued for only a short time because the sexual excitement was too much for the teens. Jeff blew first filling Mac's mouth with a heavy load that dribbled from his lips.
Matt could not hold out much longer at the sight of his best friend flooding his father's mouth and he rammed his cock all the way into his dad's ass and shot his heavy load deep into Mac's bowels. His load trickled out around his cock.
"Well done everyone. Hottest show I've seen in along time." Mr. Maxwell walked over to Matt and handed him an additional sum of money. "Look forward to a return engagement. Maybe some of your teen friends can join in next time. Four or five teens raping your dad would be worth a good deal of money to me." He then left the room.
The three left in the room looked awkwardly at each other. No one moved.
Matt then told Jeff to unhook the chain holding his dad to the bed. Before Jeff could move, however, Mac said, "Don't do that, sir. Because, sirs, you both need to fuck me again, sirs. I beg you, sirs, shove your cocks in me, sirs. Keep me tied until you have cum again, maybe a couple more times each, okay? Use me until I cum. Do what ever you want. Fuck me."
"Dad?" queried Matt.
"I have to thank you, son. This is the best sexual experience I have ever had. I have missed men using me like this. Thank you for making me a cum-dump. I have dreamed of being tied up and raped." Mac was adamant and spoke with a passion Matt had never heard before, "And I want to help you raise money for your expedition and maybe we can raise enough to pay for university, too. And a car and more."
Matt leaned over and kissed his father on the lips, tasting Jeff's load as he did so. "This is going to be a very productive enterprise. Jeff, how many of the guys at school do you think would like to perform for Mr. Maxwell? We could get them to pay us $50.00 to fuck dad and Mr. Maxwell would pay us whatever to watch. Not to mention the other guys from the internet who are interested in using dad."
"No. Not $50.00 your friends should pay $5.00 for an hour of using me. That would make it more exciting for me. A cheap whore. I want to be a cheap whore for you. Your friends: the more the merrier," Mac replied. "Promise me I will always be tied, maybe blindfolded, it turns me on. And I can play the reluctant victim so you can charge more money. That would make the product more exciting for your customers, right? What do you say, guys? The product is willing."
"Sounds good to me," Jeff answered.
"Me, too."
"Alright then, business partners, time to rape me again."
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