Chapter 9
With a large cock working up his asshole and a hot mouth wrapped around his hard cock, Cody was beginning to wonder if he hadn't bitten off a bit more than he could chew. His ass was beaten raw with a belt and whip. Cody had decided it took a very special type of individual to get caught up in this advanced type of game playing. And, despite Tyler's constant assurances that Cody was a natural at the game, he wasn't all that sure Tyler was right.
Cody had admitted enjoyed his initial session of handcuffing Tyler to the bed and screwing his asshole. Cody had admittedly enjoyed the various sessions after that, which had eventually found him handcuffed to the bed, Tyler fucking his asshole.
But, this was decidedly different. The people who used this room were indeed a few steps above simple handcuffing and fucking. Frankly, the dungeon-like atmosphere of the room had scared Cody more than a little when he had first seen it. If Cody hadn't promised Tyler he would go through with it, if Tyler hadn't promised Cody everything would be all right, Cody would have finked out at the last minute. But Cody had gone through it -- or, rather, was even now going through with it. As to whether there would be any repeats, he doubted it.
Not that all of it wasn't a turn-on! Maybe the fact that it was a turn-on scared Cody a little bit, too. Despite getting his ass beaten and violently finger fucked in preparation for the real thing, Cody's cock had never once drooped. Quite to the contrary, Cody's cock had started out rock-hard and had stayed that way.
"Aaaagh!" Cody groaned at the sudden wave of pleasure and pain resulting from yet another butting of his prostate by the pulpy cock head screwing up his tight ass hole. The wave was accompanied by a leaking of goo that was quickly sucked away by Tyler's noisy mouth.
Anyway, Cody was pretty certain it was Tyler's mouth gobbling away at his cock. He was familiar enough with Tyler's style and technique to think he could recognize them even if Cody was blindfolded.
Cody wondered why he was blindfolded, though it did add a certain extra touch to the proceedings.
But Tyler had been so profuse in his descriptions of this master, if did seem a bit ridiculous that Cody wasn't even going to get a peek before all was said and done. Unless Tyler had been stretching the truth a bit, and the guy fucking Cody was really some humpbacked dwarf with buckteeth, bald pate, and pigeon-toes.
There was something about the feel of the man behind Cody that seemed to broadcast the presence of stud material. Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the scratching of the guy's chest and belly hair. Cody could feel the hardness of the guy's pectorals and abdominals. If the stud were a humpbacked dwarf with buckteeth, bald pate, and pigeon-toes, he was at least built like a brick shit house in other departments. And he had one hell of a big cock!
"Like it, stud? Like it?" a voice whispered in Cody's ear, accompanied by a sensuous blast of hot air. "Sure you do."
Cody was honest enough to admit that another aspect contributing to his enjoyment was the fact that the guy fucking his ass sounded almost as he imagined his father would sound with his voice gone husky with sex.
Sure enough, Cody was back to fantasizing sex with his father. Those fantasies had become more and more frequent since he had taken up getting his cock blown regularly by Jim while he watched his father working out in the Y exercise area.
In fact, Cody had been getting more than his share of sex lately, without venturing out on the streets. His afternoons had been spent with Tyler while Tyler's black eye finally faded back to normal. Cody's early afternoons had been spent getting blown by Jim beneath the bleachers while he watched his father turn sweaty pounding a punching bag. Now, he was getting fucked and sucked in a room that looked like some medieval castle. Cody figured he was due to slow down his promiscuous schedule, and these sessions would be the first to go. And, since Tyler was back in business, there would doubtlessly be even less time spent together. So, that left Jim at the Y. Cody would keep on there. He liked. Jim. He liked the fantasies possible while getting sucked off and watching Fletcher batter a punching bag across the room.
So, since these sessions with this mystery man were destined to be the first of Cody's busy sexual schedule to be jettisoned, he figured he might as well enjoy this one-shot experience while it lasted. Which really wasn't all that difficult to do, when he came right down to it.
As if to nail that point home, a new flooding of pleasure shot through his body, the result of the combination of hot mouth wrapping his hard cock and hot cock pumping up his clutching asshole.
"Yea, love it, don't you?" Fletcher asked, so turned on that it took all of his willpower to keep from blasting his nuts right then and there.
Cody hadn't yet decided whether his mystery master was talking just to hear himself or whether he was actually expecting Cody to answer. Cody's pleasure was swelling so quickly, he figured he would soon enough be grunting out just how much he was enjoying. Until then, Cody figured he would continue to play it by ear.
Cody and his father weren't the only ones having a good time. Tyler, kneeling in front of Cody's hung body, his face buried over Cody's hard prick, was really turned on by being the third party in this father-son sex scene. In fact, Tyler had become so excited he had pulled out his cock and was busy beating on it while he sucked. What he wanted to do was time his orgasm so that it happened simultaneously with the ejaculation of Cody's cum into his sucking mouth and throat.
Now, if only Fletcher could coordinate his orgasm to coincide with Cody and Tyler's blastoffs, there was the possibility of something really wild and wonderful happening here.
There was, of course, nothing Fletcher would have liked more than feeding his son's asshole with cum at the exact moment his son's hot, thick jizz was erupting from his pulsating prick. But wanting and getting were not always one and the same, especially when the incestuous implications of this fuck were an additional turn-on.
"Father cock," Fletcher whispered in Cody's ear. "How would you like father cock rammed to father balls up your tight, clutching asshole?"
Cody was shocked into new awareness, trying desperately to realize how this complete stranger had somehow successfully managed to intrude himself into Cody's fantasies. Search as he could, there was nothing Cody could remember saying during the course of this evening which could have given any hints as to his frequent fantasies. Nor, Cody was positive, had he ever mentioned his father-related fantasies to Tyler.
What Fletcher had been expecting when he had made his obscene references to father cock had been an indignant outburst from his son, and kind of what-in-the-fuck-are-you-saying-you-pervert-degenerate-sonofabitch type of response. When Fletcher didn't get it, he thought maybe Cody was just planning to bear whatever Fletcher had in store without saying much of anything. Cody, after all, had said very little throughout this whole session. Still, if he were able to so easily accept the reference to father cock, maybe he was closer to being capable of accepting the real, thing than Fletcher could imagine.
"Father cock," Fletcher whispered again. "Your father's cock, jumping to a climax up your asshole. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Cody? You'd like the incestuous pump of your father's cock working up your asshole, wouldn't you? Go ahead, stud, you can admit it. Why not tell me the truth? This is only a game, isn't it? Why not pretend?"
"Ugggahhhh!" Cody moaned, shaken by the pleasure inherent in having some one else a part of his incestuous game playing. Before, Cody had found it necessary to mentally put words into his partner's mouths. But here was a man apparently willing to pretend he was Cody's father. And suddenly, Cody realized how glad he was for the blindfold. Because, not seeing, it was now possible for Cody to pretend this man really was his father. And, Jesus, what a turn-on that was!
Tyler, his face anchored over Cody's cock, could tell better than anyone how Fletcher's words had excited Cody. His cock was pulsing like crazy, alive with a blood heartbeat that Tyler could feel against his sensitive lips. Cody's cock was leaking lubricating juices even more profusely with each hint Fletcher gave.
Tyler's fucking face bounced faster. Tyler's gripping fist beat his cock raw, going slow and then going fast as Tyler maintained his efforts to keep his cum at bay until that exact moment when Cody's prick was to spray cum with fire-hose intensity.
"Why not pretend I'm your father?" Fletcher asked, his cock sliding out to his cock head, then sliding in to his balls. "What's the harm? What's the harm in just pretending, for Christ's sake?"
Fletcher gritted his teeth. He was far gone. It wasn't going to be too long before he was thrust over the brink.
"Call me Father!" Fletcher hissed in Cody's ear. "Call me Father, Goddamnit!"
Cody opened his mouth but shut it without saying anything.
"Call me Father!" Fletcher commanded again, wondering if he were going to be able to hold off blasting until he got his wish. "Son, stud, Son, call me Father!"
Inside Tyler's mouth, Cody's cock swelled larger and released more salty juices.
"Call me Father... call me Father!" Fletcher insisted, his leather chaps flapping as each forward thrusting of his hips buried his cock hard and fast up Cody's ass hole. Fletcher's belly and Cody's ass cheeks were wet with sweat.
"Faaaaaaather," Cody moaned. Not loudly. Just loud enough to experiment with the type of gut reaction he would experience by indulging as fully in the game as his fucker was inviting.
Cody found his voicing a verbal aphrodisiac that took hold of him, making him only that much more hungry for the feel of cock working up his hugging ass hole, making hut only that much more hungry for the feel of salivating mouth working over his burgeoning erection.
"Father... Father... fuck me... Father," Cody ventured realizing more sexual thrills. "Fuck me, Jesus, fuck me, Father... Father... Father...!"
"Son... Son... Son," Fletcher chanted, becoming more and more lost in the ecstasy of the moment, not believing Cody had been persuaded to come this far in accepting the possibility of getting fucked in the ass by his father's cock.
"Faaaaather!" Cody moaned again.
"Tell me how much you want my father cock," Fletcher said, his cock growing fatter with the friction of his blood-glutted shaft pounding back and forth within Cody's snug asshole. "Beg me, Son, stud. Beg me!"
"Give it to me!" Cody obliged by begging, swinging his hips to first sink his ass over his father's cock and then sink his cock deep into Tyler's hungry mouth and throat.
"Give you what, Son, stud? Give you what? Father cock? Is that what you want? Father cock?"
"Give me father cock!" Cody pleaded, losing himself in a fantasy that made his pleasure more intense. "Fuck my ass, Father! Fuck my ass with big father cock! Screw me... screw me... fucking screw me!"
Tyler, whose sole attention was centered on the spit-slicked inches of Cody's cock as it first disappeared into his mouth and then slipped out of it, thought Fletcher had already removed Cody's blindfold.
"Take it!" Fletcher grunted. "Take my father cock!"
Fletcher was really pumping his prick now. Its swift movements caused small, fart-like noises where suction combined with the juices leaking profusely from Fletcher's hard cock. Fletcher's nuts were pulled so snugly to the base of his cock that they seemed almost lost.
Fletcher flattened his palms over Cody's naked chest, feeling the hardness of the taut nipples. Fletcher tented his fingers, pinching the erect nipples.
"Fuck me, Father!" Cody groaned. "Fuck your son's funky asshole!"
Suddenly, Fletcher wanted Cody to know the truth. Cody was so involved in the assumed charade, Fletcher could certainly hope the discovery of the reality would only make the young man's pleasure even more intense.
Leaving the fingers of his left hand to tweak Cody's left nipple, Fletcher moved his right hand behind Cody's head and began fumbling with the knot of the blindfold.
"Noooooo!" Cody moaned in protest. He no longer wanted to see his attacker, more content with believing he was being screwed by his father.
Cody was afraid being able to see would only act in shattering the perfect illusion.
Fletcher released the blindfold.
Cody kept his eyes tightly closed. He couldn't imagine wanting to see. No matter how studly the owner of the fat cock up his ass might be, how could that man possible match his fantasy of his father's studliness he thought.
"Cody, look at me," Fletcher groaned. "Look at your father, you handsome bastard. Look, Jesus, look!"
Something about the sudden familiarity of Fletcher's voice did make Cody open his eyes, did make Cody turn his head, did make Cody see his father.
"Dad... Jesus, Jesus... Dad?" Cody asked in continued disbelief.
"Stud, Son!" Fletcher grunted, whacking his hips forward to bury the total length of his cock into Cody's ass for one final time.
Tyler reached upward between Cody's open legs. He pressed his left thumb into the bulk of Cody's balls, then clamped his fingers into the bulk of Fletcher's compact scrotum. Tyler clutched his hand to mate Cody and Fletcher's balls. Father and son's nuts rolled together within Tyler's massaging grasp.
"Ohhhhhh, Codyeeeiiii!" Fletcher squealed, feeling all of his guts seemingly drop to his finger-clutched balls and begin the mad dash up the entire length of Fletcher's ass-buried cock. "I'M CUMMMMING, CODY, SON, STUD, SLAVE, SON, I'M CUMMING!"
"Dad! Dad! Jesus, Dad!" Cody shouted.
And, as Cody's cum erupted its deluge from the pulsing mouth of his cock, Tyler's throat was right there to take it all.
"Mmmmmmumph!" Tyler hummed over his mouthful. His tight hand was moving so fast over his prick, it was merely a blur.
Tyler swallowed twice, each time taking down a mouthful of Cody's cum which threatened to drown him.
"Aaaaagghhhuuurrrggh!" Tyler groaned, gargling on his latest mouthful of cum as his balls were finally coaxed into ejaculating their big load.
The three became, totally sucked up into the sheer ecstasy for their simultaneous orgasms. It was good. It was very good. It was the best sex Fletcher and Cody had ever had. It was possibly the best sex Tyler had ever experienced.
And, what was really totally unbelievable was that this ecstasy was only the beginning of the total sexual pleasure these three would be sharing in the days, the weeks, the months, and the years to follow.