Vacuum Cleaner Boy 6
Sixteen year old Bobby is trying to make me his bitch. His crude technique is a sure sign that he is a novice at ass-fucking. I couldn't see his cock but felt it collapse several times at my pucker in his unsuccessful attempts to bury it inside me. Sitting on the sofa with my ass perched on his lap just isn't working for the kid. He lifted me up several times, only to have his soft cock slide along my cheeks and miss the mark. Daddy, who was sitting next to him, was amused at the teenager's embarrassing dilemma.
"Enough of this!", daddy said.
"Bobby, it's obvious that you aren't quite the stud that my wife and daughter think you are. Pass the cunt over to me, looks like I'll have to do it myself!"
This is what I had become... a cunt... a bitch to be used, passed among males like an object. Who makes these rules? Why are they so confident that I will not protest? Why do they think I won't just gather up my clothes and walk out the door? If I had any self respect, that's exactly what I should have done. Instead, I hung my head in shame... like an obedient, pathetic little cuntboy. Daddy owns me, pure and simple. I should hate him... but I don't. I love my daddy despite the way he treats me, or is it because of the way he treats me?
Bobby released his hold on my hips and I stood up. I turned around and looked at the two of them sitting beside each other on the sofa. Daddy opened his robe, allowing his 11 inch cock to emerge; strong, hard and ready. Bobby's cock seemed to wilt even more when he looked at it. Clearly, he was embarrassed at the difference in his size compared to daddy's and his inability to fuck me, as instructed. I saw daddy look at him... take pleasure in his shame. I knew that look... it was the same one he had when he was combing and trimming my pubic bush. It was a look of ownership, sexual superiority, only this time it wasn't directed toward me.
"Stand up Bobby and strip off your clothes! I want you naked."
"Wh...why... Mr. Robbins... why do you want me naked?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!! NOW, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH BEFORE I GET ANGRY!!!!"
Bobby looked scared shitless. He stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles, kicking them free before removing his shirt, shoes and socks. It was surreal, the way he submissively, almost mechanically, obeyed daddy's order.
"Take off Timmy's bra, Bobby. Maybe it's because he looks too much like a girl that has your dick soft. I think you might be more into boys than you thought!"
The naked teen stepped behind me and released the snap holding my training bra. He pushed the straps off my shoulders, letting it fall to the carpet. He started breathing heavy... his lips brushed the back of my neck... his hands cupped my asscheeks... his cock went from soft to rigid, stabbing my spine.
Daddy stood and removed his robe. Now all three of us were naked. I was facing him with Bobby pawing my asscheeks from behind, grunting with renewed passion. Both of us seemed to look at Daddy's muscular body at the same moment. He was so powerful, so deliciously hairy and masculine that my legs buckled. I wanted him to overpower me... take what belonged to him. His cock pointed at us, all veiny and thick, rising up from a thick matting of black pubic bush. His impossibly large nutsacks seemed very close to bursting. Their cargo of manseed had them puffed-up, aching to impregnate someone. Young Bobby's reaction on seeing daddy's naked body was similar to mine. His hands on my asscheeks suddenly felt clammy and I heard him whisper, 'Omigod'.
"On your knees, Tommyboy! Burrow your nose under my cock, wash my balls with your hot tongue, kiss them. I want you to show Bobby how to pleasure a real man!"
Without hesitation, I dropped between his legs and began to worship this man who has me under his spell. I will do anything he asks. I licked and laved his trophy-sized nuts. I didn't care what the teenager thought of me now. I only wanted to please my daddy, my master.
"On your knees too, Bobbyboy! Get down there with Timmy where you belong! If you can't handle a cunt like him... you can at least help stimulate my nuts so I can give him the proper fucking that you weren't able to!"
Bobby started to panic.
"i don't want to do that, Mr. Robbins... please don't make me... i... i... have to go home... my mom is waiting supper for me."
Bobby began to pick up his clothes until daddy yelled at him.
"ON YOUR KNEES, BOY! I DON'T THINK YOU WANT TO GO HOME AT ALL. YOU WANT SOME OF WHAT I HAVE... DONTCHA BOBBY? I have your supper right here!"
Daddy opened the pizza box that was laying on the end table next to the sofa. He took a piece and smeared it all over his groin and my face, then let it drop down on his feet. From my knees, I stole a glance upward to look at Bobby. I saw his resistance melt and his eyes glaze over. Without uttering another word, he kneeled down beside me, picked up the pizza slice and devoured it. He licked the cheese and pizza sauce from the top of daddy's feet, between his toes and around his ankles. He kissed his way up daddy's left leg... I moved aside to give him room. While I licked one nutsack, Bobby licked and laved the other. The mixture of mansweat and pizza toppings had both of us reeling with desire. Bobby paused momentarily to lick the sauce from my face before finishing the tongue bath he was giving to daddy's nutsack.
Daddy had managed to conquer both of us! I dared not look up toward his face but I knew he had to be smiling. After a few minutes, daddy cupped my chin with his hand and whispered for me to get the shaving gear. When I returned, daddy had hold of Bobby's ears while the teenager slurped the underside of his upturned cock. He released him, then took another pizza slice, smearing it in his pubic bush. A third slice was wiped up his hair trail to his bellybutton, sternum and pecs. He watched with a wry smile as Bobby broad-tongued his way upward, frantically licking and swallowing the cheese and sauce like a starved puppy.
"Prepare the little shit for me", he said. "Take him to the bathroom, wet him down in the shower and lather his body with shaving cream. I'll be up in a few minutes to denude him. He's proven that he doesn't deserve to keep his hair."
On hearing that, Bobby pleaded: "please... please Mr. Robbins... not that... let me try to fuck timmy again... i can do it... i know i can... please give me another chance."
Daddy's answer was to spin Bobby around and slap his asscheeks.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Bobby was shocked! He hadn't been spanked in years.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Bobby looked confused when I took his hand in mine and led him up the stairs. He was totally defeated, resigned to his fate. I adjusted the water temperature, grabbed a sponge and stepped under the spray with him. I used the sponge to sluice his body from neck to toe. Then I shut off the spray and released large dollops of shaving cream into both my palms. Bobby just stood there with his head down as I covered his hairy young body in rich, thick lather. A few minutes later, daddy came in the bathroom and ordered Bobby to sit up on the vanity. Tears streamed down the kid's face as daddy worked the straight razor with surprising speed and efficiency. Within a few minutes, all of Bobby's hair and youthful masculine bravado were gone. He was ready to take his place in servitude to his new master.
"Rinse him off", daddy said to me.
I turned on the shower, coaxed Bobby off the vanity and led him back in the stall. All the foam and hair washed down the drain as Bobby stood there, still unable to raise his head. Mission complete, I took his hand again and we stepped outside. Daddy had us stand side-by-side while he toweled both of us dry. We were a stark contrast, Bobby was taller, more muscular and had a much bigger cock than me. The only thing we had in common was our smooth, denuded, boy bodies.
"I guess you know what has to happen, don't you Bobby?"
"wha... what's that Mr. Robbins?"
"You're going to be fucked... that's what! You want to be fucked, don't you Bobby?"
"nooooo! please Mr. Robbins.... nooooo!!
"What do you mean... no? You're shaved and ready like all little cuntboys should be! I wonder what Debbie would think of her macho boyfriend now! Look at yourself in the mirror! Now look at my cock! Your smooth body has me hard, boy. I'm going to ask you once more. What's going to happen to you?"
"i... i'm going to be fucked... aren't i Sir."
"You have to beg me Bobby. I don't believe in raping boys. It's your choice. Beg me to fuck your bum or go back downstairs, get dressed and leave!"
This was Bobby's last chance. I thought for a moment that he was going to go home. Then he said in a little-boy voice: "please fuck me sir! you own me, Mr. Robbins... i... i belong to you now... my ass needs your manly cock buried inside it... please fuck me sir, please!
Daddy ordered him to lean over the toilet seat. He blubbered like a baby as daddy pole-axed his virgin ass with relentless, long, hard strokes. Pizzaboy had delivered his ass and received the biggest tip of his life... the tip of daddy's huge cock.
the end for now.
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