PZA: Two Dads

So, after my brother, I hit a bit of a dry patch. Well, that's a bit of an understatement. Finding kids to abuse isn't as easy as stories sometimes make it seem. I managed to mess around a bit with a few teens (14-16yos) but only basic sucking and fucking. Never any of the more extreme stuff I'd learned to enjoy.

By the time I hit my late 20's I started to accept that I'd probably never get another opportunity like my brother, so I expanded my horizon and started meeting up with submissive adult guys. Which was OK. It gave me the chance to enjoy some fun stuff, although the need to allow the guys to have some say in activities, with things like limits, and the need to provide them with sexual satisfaction as well as myself, never really satisfied me the way my brother had.

I also delved deeply into online child porn, and the growth of the internet helped me with a well-developed fantasy life. I'd pretty much given up on ever being able to properly abuse another kid and had begun spending time chatting online with other pedos, hoping to meet up and enjoy some sex while chatting about abusing boys and looking at boy porn. That was a very slow process without much in the way of results. I'd chat for hours with some guy, and he'd turn out to be too far away to meet. Or I'd find a relatively local guy who didn't have the same way of thinking as me – you know, the kind of guy that thinks it should be a loving relationship with a boy, where the boy's pleasure comes first – not what I was looking for at all. And of course, the many, many, many, chats that started out promising, with like-minded guys, who eventually disappeared without warning.

Over time I met with a few guys and we had sex while looking at boy porn together and chatting about the things we'd like to do. It was a bit hit and miss – some of it was great, others not so much. I even ended up allowing one guy to fuck me – which I didn't enjoy – after that I started making it clear to guys up front that I was a top only, which further limited my choices. Anyway, over time I learned to accept that that was the way it was and learned to live with it.

About 18 months ago, I began chatting with a guy on a pedo forum. Over a number of discussions we discovered that we had similar tastes in both types of boy and what we liked to do, although he admitted that he had no actual experience. We both lived relatively nearby to one another, so after chatting for a few months we finally agreed to meet. And to my delight, although he admitted that he fantasised about dominating young boys, he was fairly flexible with men and was happy to be sub in our relationship.

Mike and I met for the first time in a nice safe public space and had coffee while chatting covertly about our interests. Then, having determined that we were compatible, we retired to a nearby hotel room I had rented and began to look at our collections of child porn, talking about the nasty things we'd like to do with each of the boys. It wasn't long before I was fucking him while we watched a video of a crying boy getting fucked and we both had the best orgasm we'd had in a long while. We met several times after that and became close and eventually I asked him if he'd like to move in with me as my boyfriend. He told me he'd love that, but before he did, he had to admit something.

"What?" I asked in a joking tone. "After all this time fucking and looking at kiddie porn are you gonna tell me you're a cop?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "How come you're here looking at kiddie porn and fucking with me if you've got a kid of your own to play with?"

"I've never done anything with him," he admitted. "I always wanted to, but was too scared he'd say something."

"No," he said. "She walked out when he was a baby. Hasn't spoken to me or him since."

"Well that makes it a bit easier," I told him. "Have you ever thought about home schooling him? That way he wouldn't have anyone to tell and you could do what you liked."

"I guess," he said. "But I wouldn't know how to go about it. Plus, I have to work full time, so I wouldn't have time for it."

"Well, just something to think about," I told him. "I have a teaching degree, although I only worked as a teacher for a few months before I decided it wasn't for me. And my current business is run from my home, so I could help out with the paperwork and look after him during the day."

We left it at that for the time but continued to meet on a regular basis and each time we talked about the logistics of what we could do and how we could do it safely. After a few more weeks discussion and working out what we could do, he finally agreed that we'd give it a try.

The first step was for me to move in with them and get things underway to sort out home schooling and to purchase a new place to live where no one knew us. So, we set things in motion. He introduced me to his son (Andrew) who was a bit standoffish at first, but reasonably accepting. He'd known his dad was into men so that wasn't an issue for him. He was a real cute little boy too. Blonde, blue eyes, passably slim, nice fair skin. I really wanted to just grab him and fuck him right there, but we needed to get things in place before we started anything. So, for the next few weeks we settled for continuing to look at porn and fucking while we chatted about what we were gonna do with Andrew.

We put my house on the market and began to look for a new location and began getting the paperwork together for home schooling. And man was that an effort. Do you have any idea how much paperwork is involved in home schooling? Lesson plans, goals, structures, and on and on. But eventually it was all approved. And we found a nice new place a couple of hours away from where they had lived, 25 acres with the nearest neighbour a few hundred metres away. And Mike found himself a job working as a mechanic in one of the nearby towns.

We'd spent the last few months discussing how we'd proceed once we got to the new place, and to my surprise, Mike (who'd been too scared to start anything originally) was gung ho on really getting into it quickly without wasting any time. Neither of us had any desire for Andrew to enjoy the experience or willingly participate, which made things easier. I'd spent much of our time living together working to get along with Andrew, picking him up from school, helping him with his homework, playing video games with him. So that by the time we were ready to move he'd pretty much fully accepted me.

He was a bit nervous about moving and not knowing anyone in the new area. And was upset about moving away from his friends (he didn't have many, but he did spend some time hanging around with other boys from his school). But he was also excited about moving to a new place and about being home schooled (he hated school and I imagine he thought that being home schooled he wouldn't have to do much work).

Finally, the day of the big move came, and we relocated to our new home. We had decided to give Andrew the first day to settle in while we got sorted and he spent his time exploring around the house and the yard. He was excited to have such a big outdoor area and especially a swimming pool (although being winter he thought he'd have to wait a while to go swimming). But the next day was the day his life changed. It was a Saturday, in early July. We called Andrew into the living room and sat him down to explain his new life.

I started first. "Andrew, we've decided it's time that you learned a few things about your dad and me," I began. "You know we're gay, right?"

"But what you don't know, is that we're both also pedophiles. Do you know what that means?"

His eyes grew wide as he shook his head. I'm pretty sure he'd heard the term before and had some idea what it meant but wasn't willing to admit it in the hope that he was wrong.

"That means that we like to have sex with young boys, like you," I said. "It means we like to put our cocks into little boys' mouths and into their assholes."

He continued to shake his head, looking at his dad, hoping that he would tell him it was just a silly joke. But his dad just nodded and said nothing.

"Your dad and I have been talking," I continued, "and we've decided that from now on, we're gonna start using you for sex. That means we're going to teach you how to suck our cocks and how to take our cocks up your ass."

"You don't get a say in it," he told his son. "We're going to do it and you don't have a choice."

"Well the first thing you need to learn," I told him, "is that what you want no longer matters. Now how about we get you out of those clothes, so we can get started."

Now he started to get really freaked out and again tried to get up. We grabbed him and held him in place as he started to yell.

"Listen, Andrew. You're going to do this whether you like it or not. You can either cooperate with us, or we can force you, in which case it will hurt you a lot more. It's your choice."

He started to pull away again, so I gave him another slap, this time a bit harder. Now Mike grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it off. Andrew began to fight harder as I held his arms and Mike reached down and started to pull down his shorts. Soon he was in just his underpants, standing between us, crying and begging us to stop. Mike just smiled and slowly pulled down his underpants, removing them and tossing them into a corner, leaving Andrew standing there completely naked. I knew he hadn't been fully naked in front of his dad for a number of years. He apparently got shy when he was around eight and insisted on bathing and changing on his own, freaking out if his dad ever went in. I'd certainly never even seen him partially naked, so it was really humiliating for him. I let his arms go and he immediately tried to cover himself.

"Andrew," I said sharply to him. "You're going to have to get used to being nude in front of us. From now on you're not allowed to wear clothes inside the house or in the pool area outside. Now move your hands away and don't hide yourself from us. You don't have any private parts anymore."

"That's OK," I smiled. "I'm gonna give you plenty of reasons to hate me, but you are going to learn to do what I tell you. And don't forget that your dad is gonna do everything I do too. So, are you going to take your hands away and show me what you've got, or do I have to give you another slap?"

He sobbed again, and slowly took his hands away and we got our first good look at his little cock. He was circumcised, the same as his dad and me, and very small. I reached out and gently touched it. He flinched and tried to pull away, but his dad held him in place and reached down and began to fondle his backside.

After a few moments of playing, we sat him back down on the couch between us to begin the next stage. He immediately placed his hands over his cock again, but a gentle reminder was all it took for him to remove them and spread his legs a little.

He was still crying a little as we sat down next to him. "The first of your new responsibilities we're gonna teach you is how to suck our cocks. I'm assuming you've never sucked a cock before?" I asked him.

"Well you may well find it disgusting," I said, "but that doesn't mean you don't have to do it. And I guess from your reaction that you have some idea what cocksucking means?"

He blushed a little. "Some of the boys at school joked about it," he said. "It means putting someone's cock into your mouth."

I grinned, "It does mean that, but there's a bit more to it, and with all the practice you are going to get I am sure you will become very good at doing it."

"Remember what I told you earlier? What you want no longer matters. We want you to learn to suck our cocks, so that's what you're going to do."

"To help you learn," he said, "we're going to show you some pictures and videos, so you know what to do."

He opened up some pictures first, of young boys with men's cocks in their mouth. We pointed out how the boy had to open wide and wrap his lips around the cock and explained about keeping his teeth away. Then we started on some videos, demonstrating the technique of licking the cock head and then sucking it down, moving the lips up and down the shaft. Finally, we showed some videos of guys cumming, and explained what it was and that when we did it in his mouth, he would have to swallow it all.

He was looking pretty freaked out by this point and once again began to beg us not to do it. But we made it clear to him that this was going to happen, and he could either do what we wanted, or we'd give him a belting on his ass until he agreed to do it. At that point Mike stood up and started to undress. I stayed in place just in case Andrew tried to run again, but he just sat there, I think he was in shock at this stage. Once Mike was naked, I got up and undressed as well. Andrew looked at our rock hard, almost 8 inch [20cm] cocks in horror.

"Well Andrew," I said. "I know we're not giving you much choice in this, but how about we let you choose which cock you'd like to suck first?"

"I know you don't," I told him, "but since you're going to do it regardless, I want you to choose which one. Me or your dad? Or would you prefer a belting first and then you can decide afterwards?"

Andrew looked at him and then to me and then down at the ground and mumbled quietly, "Dad's."

"Good boy," I told him. "See how much easier it is when you cooperate?" I reached over and gave his cock a gentle stroke.

Mike sat on the lounge with his legs spread, and we guided Andrew onto his knees in between them. He looked at the cock in front of him and made one final plea.

Andrew jumped in shock. In all the time we had lived together I had never heard Mike even raise his voice to him always cajoling and bargaining with him to get him to do what he asked. Andrew leaned forward until his lips neared his dad's cock. He paused. I placed my hand softly on the back of his head and gently, but forcefully pushed his head forward.

He sobbed again, but opened his mouth, and I pushed him down onto Mike's cock. We coached him as he sucked, reminding him to slide up and down, while sucking, and to keep his teeth covered. He coughed and spluttered a little, but kept going. It only took a couple of minutes before Mike was moaning in pleasure, and I could see him quickly building up to cum.

I placed my hand on the back of Andrew's head, knowing that when Mike shot his load, he'd try to pull away. Sure enough, a few moments later as Mike began to shoot, Andrew tried to pull his head away. I held him in place, reminding him to swallow it all, like a good boy. I held him there until Mike finished cumming and, sighing pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth. Andrew just stayed there with a shocked look on his face, a small amount of cum dripping from his lip.

He looked sad but didn't move as I swapped places with Mike and spread my legs wide around him.

He sighed, and bent over and took my cock into his mouth. The feeling was heavenly. I mean, he was a pretty ordinary cocksucker at that point, but having my cock in a boy's mouth again was amazing, and the feeling of power it brought me knowing he didn't want to do it was incredible. He gagged a lot and struggled to get any sort of rhythm going. And he could only get just over an inch [2.5cm] in his mouth, but I coached him along, telling him how good it felt and reminding him what to do. Before long I felt a familiar sensation growing and I grabbed the back of his head as I began to cum in his mouth. I held him in place until he had swallowed it all, then let him go and he pulled away from me with a grimace.

"That's OK," I told him. "You'll get plenty of opportunities to get used to it. From now on it will be your job to suck both of us off each morning when we wake up and any other time we feel like it."

"I know," I smiled. "And we've barely begun yet. How about we get ready for the next lesson?" He looked worried. "It's OK," I reassured him. "You probably won't like it, but you'll get used to it soon enough. But before we start, how about you go get yourself a drink of coke from the fridge, and bring back a couple of beers for your dad and me?"

He nodded slowly and got up and padded softly out to the kitchen. I half expected him to make a run for the door, but he made no attempt to flee, he just grabbed a can and 2 bottles, and came back to the lounge room and silently handed them to us. We made him sit between us and he scoffed his drink down quickly, probably thankful to wash the taste of cum out of his mouth, and we settled in with our beers and began to explain the ins and outs of fucking to him. Once again, we showed him some pictures and videos to make the whole thing very clear to him. We were careful to show him videos of men with big cocks fucking small boys who were crying so he'd understand how painful it was going to be.

He immediately started crying again and said, "Please don't do that to me, it will hurt me."

"Yes, it will hurt you. Probably a lot. But it will feel really good for us, and that's what's important. Now there's no point resisting. You know this is going to happen."

Mike and I grabbed him and made him kneel on the ground bent over the couch. We stuffed a couple of large cushions under him to raise his little butt up. We had agreed the one who got sucked second would be the first one to fuck him, so I moved around behind him and rubbed some lube onto my fingers and began to run my fingers over his ass. His crying grew louder as his fear mounted and after a few minutes of rubbing my fingers over his hole, I began to push one into him. He yelled, and I could feel his ass clenching around my finger as he tried to push it out. Mike was holding him firmly in place and I had his legs trapped, so he couldn't move but he was shaking his ass and struggling hard to try to get away.

I pushed another finger in him and he yelled again, as I began to fuck the two fingers in and out. Finally, after about 15 minutes of fingering him, I decided it was time and withdrew my fingers. I could feel him sigh in relief as they exited his hole. I grabbed the lube and applied it liberally to my cock, which I then placed against his hole. Holding his hips firmly, I began to push and, after a moment felt the tip of my cock enter.

He shrieked like he was being murdered and began to struggle more fiercely. Mike and I held him in place as I began to fuck. I don't think I got more than three inches [7.5cm] into him, before I came, with his screams making the whole thing so much hotter.

After a moment I pulled my cock out and wiped the leftover cum on his ass cheeks. He continued to sob as I got up and took over from Mike holding Andrew in place as his dad got into position behind him. Mike lubed up as I held Andrew in place, and then lined his cock against Andrew's hole. As soon as Andrew realised that he was going to have another cock in him, he began to buck and pull away again.

I can't begin to tell you how turned on I was hearing him beg his dad not to fuck him. Mike, of course, didn't stop and began to push his cock in. It went in a little easier than mine, since the hole was already opened up a bit. But that didn't stop Andrew from screaming in pain again, as Mike began to fuck in earnest. It didn't take him very long to cum either, emptying himself into his son's ass, as he sobbed in pain. A minute later he pulled his cock out and we let go of Andrew, who just curled up in a ball on the ground sobbing.

"That was amazing," Mike said to me, leaning over Andrew to kiss me passionately. We gave the kid a few minutes to recover, then pulled him up and dragged him to the bathroom so he could empty the cum out of his ass. Mike then took him into the shower and washed him off. He was still in a state of shock, looking confused and dazed, and didn't resist, despite his obvious embarrassment at us seeing him on the toilet. After he was washed and dried, we told him he could go to his bedroom and rest for a bit.

"Remember the new rules," I told him. "You're not allowed to wear clothes in the house anymore. And no covering yourself either."

He moaned a bit but said nothing and wandered off to his room and lay down on his bed curled up in a ball.

Chapter 2

We gave him a couple of hours to recover then went to see him in his room. He'd relaxed a little and was stretched out on the bed, trying to read a book. We sat down next to him and I placed my hand lightly between his legs. He flinched, but didn't say anything. After playing for a moment, we sat him up between us and I put my hand back down on his crotch. Mike was gently stroking his chest.

"Now that we've introduced you to some new games," I told him, "It's time to tell you about some of the new house rules for you. Firstly, as we told you earlier, you're not allowed to wear clothes or cover up. We like to see your naked body so you're not to hide it in any way. Secondly, from now on you'll be sleeping with us in our bed every night. We'll want to fuck you before we go to sleep."

"I know it hurts," I told him. "But it feels really good to us, so we're going to keep doing it. So you'd best get used to it."

"Thirdly," I told him, "Each morning when we wake up you're going to suck our cocks. That's going to be your daily routine from now on. A fuck from each of us at bedtime and a suck each morning. Of course, if we want a suck or fuck during the day, we'll do that as well."

"That doesn't matter," I told him. "The only thing that matters anymore is what makes your dad and me feel good."

"The final rule, for now," I said, "is that from now on, when you need to use the toilet, you need to ask me or your dad for permission, and we're going to watch you go."

"And," I added, "you're not actually allowed to use the toilet anymore. We'll give you a tray that you can crap in, and you can empty it once a day."

"You might think so now," I told him, "But there's much grosser stuff to come. But for now, that's all."

We left him alone for another hour or so before calling him out for dinner. He came out reluctantly, his hands over his crotch, which we once again reminded him was not allowed. He reluctantly took his hands away and sat down at the table. Mike sat down beside him as I served up dinner, and he placed his hand in Andrew's lap, fondling him as they ate. Andrew looked uncomfortable and didn't eat much, but didn't say anything or try and stop him. After dinner we sat down together to watch a movie, again with our hands exploring all over Andrew's body. He didn't enjoy the movie much as he was so embarrassed at what used to be his private parts, being so openly touched.

Finally it was time for bed. We got up and led Andrew by the hand to our bedroom. As soon as we entered the room, he started up.

"Stop being stupid," he told the boy. "We already told you that we're gonna fuck you each night when we go to bed. We're going to bed and so now we're going to fuck you."

He bent the boy over a couple of pillows he had placed on the bed and lubed up his cock, before forcing it into him, bringing out another scream of pain as he forcefully entered. He leaned over to me and began to kiss me as he fucked.

"Oh, this is so amazing," he told me. "I wish I'd started this a long time ago."

Having already cum a couple of times that day, he was able to last longer this time, with Andrew reduced to occasional sobs by the time Mike let out a loud grunt and started cumming. After a moment to recover he pulled out and wiped his cock on Andrew's hair. Andrew pulled a face.

"Don't worry," I told him. "In a few days we're gonna have a much grosser way of cleaning up."

"I like to fuck in a different position," I told him. "Lift up your legs and hold them apart with your hands."

I placed a pillow under his back to raise him up slightly, then lubed up my cock and got into position. I pushed my cock in. He cried out once again as I entered. I gave him a few moments to relax, then started pushing in further. I paused again at half way, then continued until my balls were resting on him. He was sobbing now as I lowered my face towards his and began to kiss him.

He lay there motionless as my mouth was on his and I forced his lips open with my tongue and pushed it inside. He tried to turn his head away, but I held him in place as I began to slowly fuck him and continued to kiss him. Over the next few minutes I gradually built up my pace until I was fucking him in a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in hard, causing him to gasp in pain with each thrust.

Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and thrust into him fully as I shot my load deep inside his ass. I slumped on top of him, continuing to french kiss him, until finally, I felt my cock start to soften and I pulled out of him and rolled to one side. He continued to lay there sobbing, so I pulled him up as I didn't want a mess in our bed and led him into the bathroom. I guided him into the shower and made him squat down over the drain and empty himself. He was too worn out, by this stage, to be embarrassed as a puddle of cum and shit fell out of his asshole. We quickly showered him and washed the mess down the drain, before drying him off and taking him back to bed, where we placed him between us. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, but I don't think either Mike or I had much sleep that night. Both of us were way too horny and we were nervous about him waking up and trying to get away so we were on edge. But we'd agreed before we began that we wouldn't overdo things on his first day, so we let him sleep.

Finally, morning came, and with it an urgent need to piss. We woke Andrew, who admitted that he also needed to piss, so we took him into the bathroom and first watched him piss into a bottle we gave him as the cat litter tray was fine for shit but a day's piss would have overflowed. He was pretty embarrassed at that and it took him a couple of minutes to get things flowing. But he needed to go, so eventually he did, while his dad and I watched him. But that was just the beginning of his embarrassment.

Next, we ushered him into the shower and made him kneel on the floor with his hands behind his head, and a strong warning not to move. Then, without telling him what was going to happen, we both pissed on him. He gasped in shock and tried to pull away, but we grabbed an arm each and held him in place until we were finished. We wiped the last drops in his hair, then pulled him to his feet.

"So what?" I asked. "It doesn't matter if it's disgusting or not. If we want to do it, we will, and you have to accept it."

"Now do you remember the rules?" I asked him. "What do you have to do each morning?"

"Exactly right, you're learning fast," I said. "Now whose cock do you want to suck first today."

Mike spread his legs and Andrew reluctantly moved between them and opened his mouth before sliding it around the cock. I sat down next to him and began to coach him. After a couple of minutes of sucking I told him to take his mouth off it and began to instruct him to lick all around the shaft and along the base of his dad's cock, causing moans of pleasure from Mike. Then I guided him down a bit lower and told him to lick his dad's balls. He licked one a couple of times, then pulled away.

"Remember the rules," I told him. "It doesn't matter how you feel, only how we feel. And we like to have our balls licked, so you have to do it."

I guided him back down to his dad's balls and he began reluctantly licking them again, pausing every now and then to try to spit out a hair. Then I told him to open up his mouth and gently suck each ball, one at a time, into his mouth and run his tongue all over it. After a few minutes Mike was gasping in pleasure, and I guided Andrew back to the cock and he began to suck it again.

I encouraged him to open wide and get as much in his mouth as he could (which was only a couple of inches [5cm]) and soon after Mike grabbed the back of his head and began shooting in his mouth. After he subsided and removed his cock from Andrew's mouth, I lay back on the bed and motioned Andrew over to me.

"OK, now I want you to do all of them to me. I'm not gonna tell you what to do, you have to remember how to do it yourself, do you think you can do that?"

He hesitated a moment, clearly wanting to tell me that he didn't want to do it at all, but in the end, he just nodded. I spread my legs and motioned him to get in between them. He paused for a moment, then sighed and moved between my legs and bent down to begin licking my shaft. I'll give him credit. For a boy who had only the vaguest idea about blowjobs yesterday, he'd certainly learned fast. While it was by no means perfect, it still felt fantastic, and he did a great job with his tongue on my cock.

After a few minutes I nudged his head and pointed to my balls. He sighed but again moved into place and began licking them all over, before opening his mouth and gently sucking first one ball and then the other into his mouth. And then without fuss he moved up and slid his mouth around my cock and began to suck. Again, he demonstrated remarkable improvement from yesterday and it didn't take too long before I was cumming. I held my hand on his head as I came, but he didn't try to pull away. He'd clearly realised by now that swallowing was his only option.

Finally, we got up and had showers. We took Andrew in with us and washed him all over and taught him to wash us with a special focus on our cocks and asses. And then it was breakfast time.

"Since you're going to be naked most of the time from now on," I told him, "You won't need many clothes. So we're going to bundle up the good ones and donate them to charity so that kids who are allowed to wear clothes have some nice things to wear. Don't you think that's great idea?"

"You won't be wearing clothes," I reminded him. "You're going to be naked most of the time from now on. Besides, we'll keep a couple of things for you to wear if we go out somewhere. You just won't be allowed to wear them unless we say."

"Even when you are allowed to wear clothes, you're not going to need any underpants," I told him, "So we can get rid of all of those. We can't give them away, so we'll use them as dust cloths around the house."

I picked up a pair of his underpants and showed him how to cut down each side and along the crotch so that they became two separate pieces of cloth, completely unwearable.

"Now you do that to the rest of those," I said, pointing at his underwear drawer.

He sobbed a little, but after looking at his dad and then at me, realised he wasn't going to get out of it and picked up a pair of his underpants and began cutting them up. Meanwhile, Mike and I started sorting through the rest of his clothes, making decisions about what was good enough to donate, and what should be thrown away. We put aside an old singlet, and a pair of tatty shorts, he must have had for at least a couple of years judging from the size, for him to wear in public and quickly split the rest of the stuff between bags for donation and bags of rubbish.

By this stage he had cut up all of his underpants and we placed the rags into a bag which was placed in the laundry.

He didn't say anything as I picked up the singlet and shorts and led him out of his room. Mike took the bags of clothes for donation and went to get the car out of the garage, while I led Andrew to the front door. He paused there, expecting me to give him his clothes, and looked startled when I opened the front door and pushed him outside. He immediately tried to cover up.

"Let me get dressed first please," he said. "You said I could wear clothes outside."

"No," I said. "I said you weren't allowed to wear clothes inside the house. So now that you're outside you can get dressed."

It was a quiet area and unless someone was driving past at that particular moment he couldn't have been seen. And even if someone was driving past, they'd have to be looking pretty closely at the house to really notice him anyway. But he was pretty freaked out and dressed quickly.

We jumped into the car and Mike drove to the nearest charity bin. I sat in the back seat next to Andrew and slid my hand into his shorts and fondled his cock and balls as we drove along. He sat there stiffly, trying to keep his distance without pulling away from me. We arrived at the charity bin – we'd chosen a time when there wouldn't be many people around – and we hopped out and grabbed the bags of clothes. I handed the first bag to Andrew and told him to put them in the bin.

"I don't like having to repeat myself," I snarled. "You don't need clothes anymore so we're going to give them to boys who do. Now put them in the bin."

He sobbed again and slowly, sadly, put the bag into the bin. I handed him the next one. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow and he sighed and placed the bag into the bin. Two more bags quickly followed, and we got back into the car, him quickly realising that I had been serious about keeping him naked.

We got back home, and Andrew and I got out and went to the front door while Mike put the car in the garage. I paused at the door and looked at Andrew without saying anything.

He sighed, and said, "Can't you at least open the door first, so I can go inside as soon as I'm nude."

I shook my head, "You don't get to make requests. Get naked, and I'll open the door when I'm ready."

He sighed again, but quickly stripped out of his shorts and shirt and handed them to me. He didn't quite cover his crotch, but his hand hovered nearby, as if to be ready if anyone drove past. He looked pleadingly at me, hoping I'd open the door.

He looked at me in shock, but seeing I was serious turned so he was facing the road.

"You have no right to privacy anymore, Andrew" I told him. "You have nothing that is private unless I say it is. If I want to show off your body, even in front of other people, you need to do it immediately. No questions, no fuss. Do you understand?"

"Good boy," I said. "You can go inside now." I told him, opening the door and watching him dash inside.

I followed him inside and Mike and I grabbed the remaining bags of clothes – that weren't suitable for donation – and led Andrew out into the back yard with them. We handed the bags to Andrew and told him to empty the clothes into a metal drum, which he did without fuss. Then I picked up a tin of petrol and poured it liberally over the clothes. I handed a box of matches to Andrew, told him to light one and drop it into the drum. He looked at me, wordlessly pleading. I just stared back at him until, after a moment he drew out a match, took a deep breath, lit it, and dropped it into a drum. He had to leap back as his clothes went up in flames with a whoosh and he immediately started crying again.

"Well there you go," I told him. "Now you only have one set of clothes, and we'll be keeping those locked away, except for special occasions."

Mike and I were rock hard by this stage, so we sat down and made him suck us while we watched his clothes burn. It didn't take long before they were nothing more than ashes, and by the time we'd both cum, he was shivering with cold. We took him back inside and let him sit and watch TV while we got some lunch ready.

After lunch came an event I'd been waiting for. He'd been squirming around over lunch, and I could tell he needed to go to the toilet, but he'd been holding off. Eventually he couldn't last any longer, so he moved close to his dad and mumbled something quietly.

Blushing, Andrew looked at me and then back at his dad, before saying in a slightly louder voice, "I need to do a poo."

"You don't need to do a 'poo','" he said scornfully. "You need to do a shit. And that's not how you ask for permission. If you want to do a shit, you need to ask, 'May I please do a shit, daddy.' And if you need to piss, you say 'May I please take a piss, daddy.' And that applies no matter which one of us you ask."

Andrew blushed even more deeply. He drew in a deep breath and, not daring to make eye contact with either of us, said in a rush, "May I please do a shit, daddy."

Mike smiled at him. "Of course you can, let's go get your toilet so we can watch you shit."

Andrew blushed brightly, but allowed us to lead him to the bathroom. Mike pulled out a child's potty and set it on the ground in front of Andrew.

He turned back to face us, his cock pointed into the bottle. It took him a moment to get started, the embarrassment of being watched making it hard for him. But after a minute he began to piss. A yellowish stream flowed into the bottle. Only a small amount for now, but we made it clear that he'd be continuing to fill it up as the day went on.

Then it was time for the main event. We made him kneel on the floor with his legs spread over the potty. He was completely humiliated and if there was any way he could have avoided it he would have. But he needed to go and soon after we watched his hole slowly opened and a dark brown turd appeared. Two more quickly followed and he stayed in place quietly crying in shame.

I looked at Mike. We hadn't actually discussed this, but I could see we were thinking the same thing. I shook my head and guided Andrew over to the toilet bowl. I grabbed his hand and pushed it into the water. He flinched and tried to pull away, but I held him in place and made sure his hand got nice and wet.

"Yes it is," I replied, "and you're going to do it anyway. Unless you want us to punish you as well?"

He paused a moment longer, then reached around behind himself and began to wipe his ass. As soon as he felt his fingers touching the shit on his ass, he pulled away and tried to reach for the toilet paper.

I gave him a solid slap and said to him. "You can use as much water as you want from the toilet, but nothing more."

He didn't speak again, but quickly dipped his fingers into the water and wiped them clean.

He gave a loud sob and once again reached around behind himself and gave another wipe, before quickly rinsing his hand off in the toilet bowl.

"I hope you don't think that's clean enough. We don't want to fuck a dirty ass." I told him. "I don't want to see even a hint of shit on your ass, so keep wiping until it's all gone, and if there's anything left when I check you'll get a belting."

He sobbed again and returned to wiping his backside. Over and over, he dipped his hand into the toilet bowl and then around to his ass, until finally he looked up again and said, "Is it clean enough?"

I moved around behind him and spread his ass cheeks widely. He'd done a pretty good job. Not perfect, but better than I'd expected. Not that I was going to let him know that.

"You missed a few bits," I told him. "So try again, and once you're done it will be time for your belting."

He was crying in earnest again now as he frantically started wiping his ass over and over until it was fully clean.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't clean yourself properly. You need to learn to do exactly what I say without fuss. The only way for you to learn properly is with proper punishment."

Mike gave me a big grin as he pulled Andrew to his feet and led him out to the living room. He was freaking out at this point, trying to pull away from his dad. But Mike kept a firm grip as he dragged him over to the lounge and pushed him down to his knees and bent him over the sofa.

Andrew started to yell and scream as I knelt down beside him and took a firm grip on his shoulders, holding him in place. Mike stood up and removed his belt.

"Your role in life is to do everything we say," he told his son, "No matter how disgusting, no matter how embarrassing, no matter how much it hurts. If we tell you to do something, you do it straight away. If you make even the slightest fuss, or try to refuse even for a moment, you'll be punished. And the punishment you're going to get now is nowhere near as bad as it will get if you continue to resist."

"Yes, you will," I told him. "But you didn't before so you still need to be punished."

I pushed his face down into the couch as Mike swung the belt and hit his ass as hard as he could. Even with his face buried in the cushion, Andrew's scream was impressive. He bucked and tried to pull away, but I held him in place as Mike swung the belt over and over, each stroke drawing a scream. Mike built up a rhythm and after a few minutes he was sweating. Andrew continued screaming, but gradually his screams died down into sobs as he wore himself out.

Mike had told me that he had never even smacked Andrew before, worried he might go to far so this was an amazing first introduction to corporal punishment for a boy to experience.

Finally, after almost 5 minutes, Mike gave a final strike and then stopped. Andrew's sobs were muffled, as I pulled him up and made him kneel next to me. I whispered into his ear for a moment.

He looked at me, a bit dazed, but then took a breath and said to his dad, pausing every couple of words for another sob.

"Thank you for punishing me daddy. I'm sorry I didn't wipe my ass properly when you said. I promise I'll try to be good from now on."

"I know it's hard, but this is your life now and you have to be the very best you can be. It's our job to teach you, and it's your job to learn and to do as you're told. Do you understand?"

I put my finger to his lips. "No buts," I said. "There is nothing that you can say that will change what is going to happen. You just need to accept it."

"Now," I said. "After a belting, you need to go and kneel in the corner," I pointed, "with your hands on your head so we can see your red ass. We'll tell you when you can get up."

I pushed him towards the corner. He went to get up but I held him down until he slowly crawled to the corner, knelt up facing it, and put his hands on his head. I leaned over and kissed Mike fiercely for a few minutes, then we got up and left him in place.

Chapter 3

We left him kneeling in the corner for over an hourbut his sobs died down after twenty minutes. Finally, we called him out of the corner and told him he could watch TV for a while until dinner. He found it difficult to find a comfortable way to sit, and we had to remind him a few times not to curl up, but to sit with his legs spread so we could always see his cock and balls.

After dinner, we sat and watched a movie together, which I think he mostly enjoyed, except for the fact that his dad and I sat either side of him with our hands roaming around his body the whole time. But after a while he seemed to tune it out apart from when one of us would squeeze his still very painful cheeks, and I even heard him laugh a little at some of the funny bits in the movie. Once it was over, though, and we told him it was time for bed, his face fell, as he realised what was about to happen. We led him to the bedroom, and I guided him to my side of the bed and pushed him on his back and lifted his legs.

"Unless I tell you otherwise, when it's time for me to fuck you, I want you to get into this position for me quickly and without fuss, OK?"

He nodded, his face pale, obviously scared about what was coming next, but also too scared to say anything.

I lubed up my cock and entered his well striped ass much quicker than I'd done before. Almost 4 inches [10cm] in a single thrust, resulting in an agonised shriek from Andrew. His eyes were closed, and I leaned in whispered for him to open his eyes and look at me. I kissed him, muffling his cries, as I pushed in deeper until I felt my pubes resting on his hole. He was moaning in pain as I held myself there for a moment, waiting for him to adjust. Then I slowly withdrew until just the tip of my cock was in him. Without warning I rammed in as hard as I could, bringing the loudest scream yet. Once again, I held in place, before slowly withdrawing, then ramming in hard. I repeated the process over and over again, each thrust earning a new scream. His ass was like a vice around my cock. I took my time, keeping my rhythm erratic so that he couldn't adjust and prepare for my thrusts. Eventually though, I couldn't hold back any longer and rammed in deep shooting inside him. I held myself inside him, kissing him deeply as my cock softened and slowly slid out of his ass. I crawled off him and moved up his body and carefully wiped my cock off in his hair. He flinched but didn't say anything.

"That was great, Andrew," I told him. "You're a really hot fuck. Thanks for letting me fuck you."

"I know," I smiled. "That's what makes it so good. And the best thing is that I get to do it whenever I want, and you can't stop me."

"Looks like your dad's pretty horny too. What do you think you should do about that?"

"Andrew," I said softly. "It's rude not to answer a question. I hope I don't have to punish you for being rude. Now answer me. What do you think you should do about your dad's cock?"

I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "I know," I told him. "That's what makes it so much fun. Now why don't you continue being a good boy and go over and give your dad's cock a nice big kiss and then ask him to please fuck you."

He looked at me pleadingly. I just looked back at him and raised my eyebrow. After a moment, he sighed and crawled over to his dad. He made a face and gave the tip of Mike's cock a very quick kiss, then looked up at him.

Mike gave a big smile and replied, "Of course, baby. Anything you want. And since you asked so nicely, how about we make it a bit more special?"

"Since you want my cock so badly," Mike explained, "we won't waste any time with lube. How about you just suck my cock a little bit to get it wet and then we'll get right to fucking?"

Andrew seemed a bit puzzled, but Mike pushed his face towards the cock and Andrew opened his mouth and began to suck on it. I suspect there was a part of him hoping he'd just have to suck his dad and not get fucked, but after a minute Mike pulled him off, dragged him to his knees and got into position behind him. He positioned his cock at Andrew's hole and gripped the boy's hips tightly and began to push in.

Despite his hole being full of cum, the lack of lube still made it hard to get in, and Andrew cried out and tried to pull away. Mike pushed harder, and Andrew gave a loud squeal as it entered him. Mike pushed all the way in and then immediately set about fucking in a hard and fast rhythm. Andrew gave a grunt at each thrust in. Before long, Mike let out a yell and held himself in deep as he emptied his balls. Finally, after a minute he lay down, keeping his cock up Andrew's ass and drifted off to sleep. I smiled at him and ran a finger down his cheek.

When I woke up the next morning, I could see Andrew still had Mike's cock in him. It was fairly obvious he hadn't slept much. Mike pulled out and some cum oozed out of Andrew's hole and slid down one of the stripes that still vividly decorated his cheeks.

We dragged him into the shower and positioned him on his knees with his hands on his head. He knew what was coming this time and closed his eyes as we began to piss on his face and hair. Once we finished, we handed him his bottle and watched him piss, before leading him back to the bed. Mike lay back and pointed to his cock without saying a word. Having been up Andrew's ass all night it was still slimy with cum and there were a few streaks of shit running down the sides. Nothing significant, but noticeable. Andrew looked horrified.

"Andrew," he said sharply. "Any mess on my cock is your fault. I'm not going to clean up your mess. That's your responsibility. So you clean it."

"Are you fucking stupid?" Mike yelled. "What the fuck do you need tissues for? Clean it with your mouth."

Mike pulled back and slapped him across the face hard. Andrew fell to the floor in tears as his dad grabbed his arm and pulled him back up.

"I haven't got time to fuck around with you today," he said. "I have to go to work. Now get to work."

He grabbed Andrew's head and pulled it down to his crotch. Andrew tried to pull away, so I reached down and grabbed his balls and gave a quick squeeze.

"Stop fucking around and open your mouth, Andrew," I snarled giving his balls a harder squeeze.

He yelped and opened his mouth and Mike shoved him down onto his cock. He gagged and tried to pull away again, but we held him in place and after a moment he gave up and began to suck. We gave him a couple of minutes then pulled him back off. He looked up at us confused.

"Use your tongue to clean all around the cock and the balls," I told him, still with his balls in my hand.

He moaned in disgust but stuck his tongue out and began to lightly lick around the cock. He kept gagging as he licked but didn't stop and soon the cock was clean, we nudged him down and he began to work on the balls too, and pretty soon they were clean too.

Andrew moved back up and started to suck his dad who, after the licking was already close to cumming. It didn't take long until he was emptying his balls once more into Andrew's mouth. He held his cock in place until he finished, then instructed Andrew to lick all around the tip to clean up all the cum. Finally, he lifted Andrew's mouth off, got up and headed into the shower, leaving Andrew in bed with me.

"So what?" I replied. "You've still sucked both your dad's cock and mine on several occasions now. That makes you a cocksucker. You'll never not be a cocksucker. So, cocksucker, here's my cock. Get sucking."

He made a face but knowing I was serious he moved over and began to suck my cock.

I stroked his hair and said, "See, not only are you a cocksucker, but you're starting to get pretty good at it too."

I let him keep going for a minute, then gently pulled him off my cock. "There's no rush, cocksucker. You don't have to go to school anymore and I don't have any urgent work to do. So we can take our time this morning and make it last. How about you spend some time on my balls."

"Now that you're home schooled, we can take the time to teach you how to properly look after our cocks. That's going to be your main responsibility from now on," I told him.

I slapped him across the face, hard. "I didn't tell you to stop," I said. "The first thing you need to learn is that when me or your dad tell you to do something, you do it immediately and you don't stop until we tell you to."

I pushed him back down to my balls and he began to lick them again, tears streaming down his face.

"Listen here boy," Mike said. "I'm going to work now and when I get home, I don't want to hear that you've been disobedient. If you have, I'll make sure your punishment is severe. Do you understand."

Andrew nodded, crying hard. Mike let go of his hair and Andrew quickly moved back to my balls, afraid of what would happen if he didn't.

Mike got dressed, then leaned over and kissed me. "You have a good day," he said.

"You too," I told him. "And remember what you've got waiting for you when you get home," I grinned.

Andrew looked up at me hopefully, thinking that I might let him stop now. I smiled at him and told him to keep going. He looked down again, but kept going. I began to give him some instructions guiding him to begin licking the stalk of my cock, making sure he slobbered all over it and making sure he continued to be enthusiastic in his efforts. Finally, after about 20 minutes I told him to put my cock back in his mouth and make me cum. It didn't take long at all before I was shooting my load. I made sure he swallowed it all and licked my cock clean, before getting up and leading him into the bathroom. I asked him if he needed to go to the toilet and he nodded.

"Good boy," I told him and gave him his bottle and stood back and watched as he pissed into it. He handed it back to me. "Now I need a piss too, so why don't you hop into the shower and get on your knees."

Chapter 4

I finished pissing on him and then pulled him out of the shower and made him squat on the floor as I showered and shaved. Then I dressed and called him to follow as I headed out.

"Well, you'd better start getting used to it," I told him and pulled him with me to the kitchen.

I got myself some coffee and poured cereal for both of us. I sat down at the table and put his bowl on the floor. He looked at the bowl and then back at me puzzled.

"Part of your new life," I told him. "It's not just about sex. You're our slave now. And slaves don't eat with their masters."

"The sooner you learn your place, the easier things will be," I told him. "Your breakfast is there. Eat it or go without."

I sat down to breakfast, and he continued to sob for a few moments longer, then slowly sat up and looked at his cereal.

I turned away and continued my breakfast. He sat there for a few minutes then his hunger got the better of him. He slowly lowered his face to the bowl and started lapping.

When breakfast was done, I had him stack the dishes in the sink and then stand in front of me. He instinctively covered himself and I slapped his hands away. His face was a mess, covered in dried cum, milk and bits of cereal, and tears.

"I've told you several times why," I said. "It makes me feel good. You'd better get used to it. Making me and your dad feel good is your only purpose in life now."

I smiled at him. "You don't get to decide what you do anymore. You're our slave now and that means you do what we want."

"I'm not kidding," I told him. "You're a slave and that means that you have to do whatever we want. Let me be clear. Being a slave means no privacy – that's why you're not allowed to wear clothes and why you have to go to the toilet while we watch. It means letting us use you for sex whenever we want. It means doing whatever we say, no matter what."

"It's OK," I told him. "I'm going to teach you how to be a good slave. And you just have to learn to be the best slave you can be. Now how about we go and give you a shower and then we can get started on your lessons."

I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom. I ran some warm water and pushed him into the shower. I let him soak for a few minutes as I undressed. He gradually calmed down, then I climbed in next to him and began to wash him. He complained a little at first ("I can wash myself") but allowed me to wash him thoroughly. I dried him, then led him out to the living room and sat him down at the computer.

"Starting tomorrow," I told him, "You're going to have some chores to do around the house. Things like washing the dishes, sweeping the floors, vacuuming, dusting, etc. Each morning I'll give you a list of the jobs to be done and you will do them while I work. Obviously, anything less than a perfect job will result in a punishment for you. If you're not sure about how to do a job, you need to ask, because if you don't ask and do it wrong you will get punished. If you finish your jobs before lunch, you will come and see me. If I don't have any other things that need taking care of you can have some free time. I don't expect you to dawdle doing your jobs. If you take too long, you'll be punished too. Do you understand?

"After lunch, most days you'll have some lessons. Some of it will be like regular schoolwork – reading and writing – but a lot of it, especially in the beginning, will be teaching you how to do sex stuff. Because today is your first day, I'm not going to do any work and you don't have to do any chores. Instead, we're going to spend the morning working on your cocksucking skills."

"We've taught you the basics," I said, "but you've got a long way to go before you get to the standard I expect. But don't worry. I'm a good teacher and with a lot of practice, you'll be the best cocksucker in the country."

I sighed. "You really need to pay more attention. How are you going to learn if you don't remember what I say? I said, 'what you want doesn't matter, only what your dad and I want'. And I want you to be the best cocksucker, so that's what you're going to do, OK?"

"Now I said, 'I want you to learn to be the best cocksucker', so what are you going to do?"

I tightened my grip on his balls slightly and he moaned, more in fear than actual pain, I think.

I sat him down in front of the computer and opened the browser. I opened a couple of saved pages with tips and techniques for giving a good blow job. I placed a notepad and pen in front of him.

"First of all, you need to read through these thoroughly," I told him. "Make notes, because I'll be checking on you later and asking questions to see what you remember. Once you're done with that, you can open this folder," I pointed to a folder on the desktop, "and watch the videos in there. Again, I want you to make notes about what you see and learn, and I'll be asking questions later. Don't think about skipping any of the videos because I'll know if you haven't watched one and I'll punish you. Do you understand?"

"Good boy," I told him. "I told you that you weren't stupid. Now," I continued. "reading and watching videos is very helpful and will teach you a lot, but as they say, 'practice makes perfect'. Now I'm sure you'd love to practice on my cock, but I've got other things to do so I got this to help you."

"This is smaller than your dad's and my cock," I told him. "So you shouldn't have any challenge with it at all. As you read and watch, I want you to use this to practice what you're learning. I'm going to do some other stuff, I'll be keeping an eye on you and in an hour, I'm going to come back and see what you've learned so far. I'm not expecting you to be an expert in an hour, but I do want to see some progress. OK?"

"You need to stop wasting my time with all this begging," I told him. "Let me make this very clear. You are going to do what I say, and anymore whining will earn you a belting, do you understand?"

"Good," I answered. "You may not like what we do with you, but it will always be easier for you if you do as you're told. Now, you've got some work to do, and I'll be back in a little while."

Chapter 5

After about an hour I came back to see how he was doing. I was pretty surprised that he'd done nothing. The browser pages were open but still sitting at the top of the page. The video folder hadn't been opened and there was nothing written on the notepad in front of him.

"What the hell is this?" I yelled. "I give you a simple task and you've done nothing."

He started to cry instantly, and I kicked him in the side, which brought out a scream of pain. I picked him up and carried him out to the garage, where we'd set up a punishment area. I hadn't expected to be using it so soon. He wriggled and fought me as I carried him, but he was a scrawny little kid and didn't have a hope against me. I threw him on the floor, and he lay there sobbing as I gave him another kick. Then I picked him up and bent him over a work bench we'd set up with some straps. I strapped his wrists and then his legs into place and he began to panic, trying to pull away.

"Listen, you stupid faggot," I snapped at him. "This is your fault. I asked you to do a simple thing and you refused. Now you're going to learn the consequences of disobedience. If you're smart, you'll learn quickly and do as you're told. If not, you'll be spending plenty of time here."

I moved around behind him and let fly with the belt on his bare ass. He shrieked, but I was just beginning. I let him have 3 more hard strokes, then paused and went back around in front of him.

I went back around behind him and began belting him in earnest. He shrieked with each stroke, begging me to stop.

After another 5 strokes, he yelled, "Please stop, I'll do what you want. I can't take any more."

"Now see how easy it is when you cooperate? You could have avoided this completely if you'd done what I asked straight away. I hope you learn from this experience."

"Now," I said. "When we go back inside, you're going to sit down and try to learn how to be a better cocksucker, right?"

"Good boy," I said. "But before we do that, there's just a small matter of your punishment for disobedience."

"No, no," I told him. "That was just motivation for you. Now that you've accepted your place, your punishment can start."

"Well, since this is your first punishment, I'll take it easy on you. I think we'll just give you 10 lashes of the belt. One for each year of your age"

"It's supposed to hurt," I said. "That will help you remember to do as you're told."

I walked around behind him again as he continued to beg and cry and commenced belting him again. Each whack brought a renewed scream, until finally when we reached 10 I stopped. I put my belt back on and undid the straps around his wrists and legs. He collapsed to the floor and curled up sobbing. I gave him a few moments to recover then knelt down beside him and helped him up.

"I know you don't want to," I said. "But you have to remember, you're a slave now and it doesn't matter what you want. Only what your dad and I want."

"Well as I said, what you want doesn't matter. Now you can either accept your place and cooperate and make your life as easy as possible, or I can put you back up on the bench and we can have another punishment session. Which would you prefer?"

I led him back inside and took him to the bathroom and helped him wash his face. I grabbed a coke from the fridge and let him have a few sips before guiding him back to the computer and sitting down next to him.

"It was probably a bit too much for me to ask you to do this by yourself the first time," I told him. "So, I'll stay here and help you.

I opened the browser to the first page and encouraged him to begin reading. As he read each section, I made sure he made notes and used the dildo to practice what he'd learned. He did a lot of squirming on the hard wooden seat because his sore ass made him uncomfortable and there was a lot of sniffling but he did as he had been told.

After he'd read both webpages and made plenty of notes, I made him repeat back to me what he'd learned. How to lick all over the shaft of the cock before taking it in his mouth. How to gently massage the balls as he sucked. How to relax his jaw and breathe though his nose. How to use his eyes and ears to judge how much pleasure he was giving. And one thing that wasn't made evident in the websites, but I made clear to him. Although I didn't expect him to be able to do it immediately, his long-term goal was to be able to swallow the entire cock.

He looked concerned at that. So far, he'd taken no more than a couple of inches of cock [5cm] and had clearly been struggling with even that. But I assured him that we'd help him to learn. He didn't seem overly reassured by that though. However, I turned his attention to the videos, and he started up the first one and we started watching together. I pointed out to him the techniques the boys in the videos were using and asked him to tell me if he thought they were doing a good job or not and why. He was pretty embarrassed discussing it but with my prompting, he managed a few responses.

Finally, after half a dozen videos, I unzipped my trousers and told him to show me what he'd learned. He sighed, but immediately got down on his knees and began to suck my cock. And he tried pretty hard. He still had trouble putting it all together, but he clearly demonstrated all of the things he'd learned. He showed definite improvement over what he'd done before. After a couple of minutes, I pulled him off my cock and he looked up at me.

He took a breath and nodded. He opened his mouth, and I pushed my cock in. I managed about 3 inches [7.5cm] before he started coughing and spluttering and pulled away.

"You can do better than that," I said. "This time, I want you to take it as deep as you can and hold it there for as long as you can."

He nodded again, and I pushed my cock back into his mouth. I got just past 3 inches [7.5cm] and he started to gag and began to pull away. I grabbed the back of his head and held him in place as he coughed and tried to pull away. I held him in place for 30 seconds, then let go and he pulled away gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face.

I reached around and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards me. He gave a sob but opened his mouth and I pushed in again. This time I pushed 4 inches [10cm] in. I could feel my cock pushing against the back of his throat as he gagged and tried to pull away.

He tried but was too overwhelmed to be able to concentrate. After a few more moments, I released him, and he pulled away with a sob.

He took another big breath and went back to sucking me and a few minutes later I shot my load into his mouth. He'd learned what to do by then and continued sucking as he swallowed, until I pulled out of his mouth. He continued to kneel, looking up at me, until I reached down and pulled him up.

"With a bit more practice, you're going to be an incredible cocksucker," I told him.

I made some sandwiches and sat down at the table. He sat down next to me. I shook my head at him. I placed his sandwiches on the floor.

He looked down and then went and knelt on the floor and began eating. He clearly didn't want to put his ass to the ground and I admired the stripes I had decorated it with. I left him alone for a good half hour and he settled down a bit and began to relax. After we finished, I told him to clear up our plates and wash them up. He took things into the kitchen and began to clean. He finished tidying up and I told him to take a break and go and watch TV while I did some work.

About half an hour later I heard him walking down the hallway towards me. I turned and looked at him.

"That's a good boy for asking so nicely, Andrew," I told him. "I give you permission to do a shit."

He looked at me as though he wanted to beg to use the toilet, then thought better of it and instead squatted over the tray and forced out his shit. When he'd finished, I guided him to the toilet and pointed his hand to the water. He gave a sigh and reached into the bowl, wet his hand and reached around behind to wipe his ass. He repeated the action with a disgusted look on his face until he was sure he was clean. I made him bend over so I could check that he was clean. I pulled his cheeks apart, squeezing his sore buns which elicited further moans. When I was satisfied, I told him he had done a good job which he had, not a trace of shit could I see. He looked relieved at that. Then I directed him to pick up the tray and led him out to the back yard and instructed him to empty it in the compost bin.

"Slave shit doesn't go in the toilet," I told him. "But it's good for the garden."

I sent him to his bedroom with his cocksucking notes and told him to review them and that I'd be back in an hour to ask questions and give him a test. He looked at me with a sour look on his face but took the notes and lay down on his bed and began reading them.

About an hour later I went in to see how he was going. He was still lying on his bed concentrating on reading his notes. I sat down beside him and pulled him into my lap.

"Let's see how you're doing," I said. "What's the first thing you do when you're going to suck a cock?"

"I lean in close and look at it lovingly and sniff the cock to show how much I love it?" he replied with a hint of fear.

With a bit more confidence he responded, "Then I move down and lick the balls gently and carefully, take each one into my mouth and suck it."

"Then I move up and run my tongue up the shaft of the cock and lick all around the tip," he said. "If the man has a foreskin, I push my tongue into it and run it all around."

"Then I take the cock into my mouth and suck on it, sliding my mouth up and down while licking underneath with my tongue," he said.

"Now just one more question," I said. "What do you do if the man asks you to lick his asshole?"

"Don't worry," I said. "You haven't learned that yet. I just want to see if you can work it out for yourself. Just tell me what you think you should do?"

"Good boy," I told him giving him a hug. "That's much better than your efforts this morning. Now how about you suck my cock again and demonstrate what you've learned, then you can take a break."

I lay back on his bed and positioned him on his knees between my legs. He made no fuss but bent over and moved his head towards my cock. I heard him breathe in through his nose, inhaling the scent of my cock as he'd learned, then he moved down and began licking my balls. He paused for a moment to pull a hair off his tongue but went back to his job without fuss. He opened his mouth and took one ball in and began to suck gently on it, running his tongue around it as he looked up at me for approval. I smiled at him and ran my hand through his hair.

He took his time sucking on my ball before opening his mouth and letting it roll out and moving onto the other ball. He repeated the process, eliciting moans of pleasure from me. Again, he released the ball from his mouth and slowly ran his tongue up over my balls to the base of my cock, and then up the underside of my cock until he reached the tip, where he spent a few moments running his tongue around. It was amazing just how good he'd gotten in just a couple of days.

Then he took a breath and opened his mouth and slid it around my cock. He sucked as he bobbed his head up and down and gently wriggled his tongue. Every 4 or 5 bobs he would push down until my cock hit the back of his throat, causing a slight gag, whereupon he pulled back off and re-established his rhythm. It was good to see that he was aware of his obligation to swallow as much of my cock as he could, although there was clearly a long way to go. Deep throating would take time and practice, but I had no doubt that he'd get there.

I lay on his bed and tried to focus on delaying my cum as long as I could. He was doing an excellent job, but I could see his jaw was beginning to hurt. Every now and then he'd reach up and rub his jaw, but at no point did he try to stop or complain about it. Eventually I could hold back no longer, and I began to shoot into his mouth. I resisted the urge to hold him in place, wanting to see what he'd do. At the initial spurt he'd pulled back a bit in shock, but he kept my cock in his mouth and swallowed as quickly as he could without releasing my cock.

Finally, I stopped cumming and I lay there as he continued to lick around my cock, cleaning up the last traces of cum, until I sat up and pulled him off my cock. He'd done a good job of swallowing, there was only a small amount of cum running down the side of his mouth. I wiped it up with my finger and pushed it towards his mouth. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and licked it clean. I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him gently.

"That was fantastic, Andrew," I told him. "You've come a long way. I'm so proud of how much you've learned. You're going to be an amazing slave."

"I know you don't, Andrew," I responded. "But as your dad and I have already made clear, you don't have a choice about that. All you can do is try to be the best slave you can. And you've made a good start today, since your lesson this morning."

I heard a sharp intake of breath as he gasped in shock. He looked at me fearfully.

"Now, Andrew," I said sternly. "You've been doing really well since this morning's punishment. You don't want to start misbehaving now, do you? We had this discussion a few minutes ago when I was testing what you'd learned, and you gave me the right answer then. You haven't forgotten it have you?"

"What was the answer you gave when I asked what you'd say if I asked that question?"

"That's right," I acknowledged. "Now I've asked you to do something, so you need to do it, don't you?"

He shook all over, and pleaded with me, "Please don't make me do that. It's nasty."

"Andrew, you know it doesn't matter whether it's nasty. The only thing that matters is that you do as I say. Now you've got two choices. One – you can do what I've asked without any more fuss. Or two – we can go back to the garage and have another punishment, and then you can do what I've asked. Either way you're going to end up doing it. So, which one are you going to choose?"

"That's better," I said. I lay back and lifted my legs, so my asshole was showing. He looked at it in dread.

"Do you think a slave gets to decide whether or not to do a job based on whether it's dirty or not?"

"Then get to work. If I don't feel your tongue on my ass in five seconds, we'll be going back to the punishment bench."

He sobbed again and bent over to my ass. I saw him lean in close and then pull away a couple of times. Just as I thought I was going to have to say something again, he leaned in one more time and I felt his tongue swipe quickly across my hole.

"Good," I said. "Now this time, I want you to keep licking back and forth and keep your tongue there."

He leaned in again and began to lick. He swiped his tongue back and forth with increasing confidence. He'd realised that my ass was clean and didn't taste as bad as he'd feared. Still, having his tongue on my asshole was disgusting to him, and I could tell from his face that he was completely degraded by doing this. I took my time with him, instructing him how to place his mouth on my ass and circle his tongue around my hole, letting him know what a good job he was doing.

Finally, I told him to make his tongue into a point and push it against my hole. He struggled with that a bit, but then I felt his tongue pushing gently against my hole. I forced my hole open and felt his tongue slip inside. He immediately pulled away in horror. I looked at him and told him to get back to what he was doing. His eyes were wide as he moved back in and placed his tongue back in position. I forced my hole open again and his tongue slid inside again. I told him to push it in as far as he could and lick around inside as deep as he could. He did his best and after a few minutes I reached down and patted his head and lifted him up.

"Good boy," I said. "As long as you keep being obedient like that, things will be better for you."

"That's a long way from the most disgusting thing you're going to have to do," I told him. "But that doesn't matter. No matter how disgusting, you'll do it won't you?"

"Next time, my ass might not be as clean as it was now," I said, "but that doesn't matter. I'll still expect you to do a good job."

"That's all for now," I said. "You can go to the living room and play some video games."

He got to his feet shakily and quietly walked to the living room. I went and did some work in my study and left him alone for the rest of the afternoon.

The only interaction I had with him was when he softly came up behind me and said, "Please may I do a piss daddy?"

I told him to go to the bathroom and get his piss bottle and bring it back so he could go in front of me, which he did without fuss. Just as he'd quickly gotten used to his nudity, with the horror of other activities to distract him, so too had pissing in front of an audience quickly become normal for him.

Other than that, I left him to himself for the rest of the day. Just before Mike was due home, I went to the living room and told him to finish up his game.

"When your dad gets home," I said, "I want you to meet him at the door and welcome him home. Then I want you to tell him that you've been learning about cocksucking and offer to show him what you've learned."

Before long we heard Mike pull into the driveway. I led him to the door and when his dad opened the door, I nodded to Andrew.

"I … I've been learning about cocksucking," Andrew stammered. "Can I show you what I've learnt?"

Andrew grimaced, but took his dad's hand and led him to the bathroom. Without a word he went into the shower and knelt on the floor and put his hands behind his back. He was learning the routine quickly. Mike pulled out his cock and began to piss on him. Andrew knelt there in silence. Mike wiped his cock on Andrew's hair and then helped him up.

He pulled his pants off and lay back on the bed. Andrew took a breath and climbed between his legs and lowered his face to his dad's crotch. He inhaled deeply smelling his dad's scent, then stuck out his tongue and began to lick his dad's balls. Just as he had with me, he sucked first one, and then the other into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue, producing loud moans from Mike. Then Andrew slid the balls out of his mouth and began to run his tongue back up the balls to his dad's cock.

"Before you go any further, Andrew, I think you should show your dad the other thing you learned."

I motioned lower between his dad's legs. Andrew let out a little groan, but lowered his head and began to run his tongue down between his dad's legs until he reached the asshole. He began to play with it with his tongue and pressed his lips against his dad's backside, and I heard Mike moan as Andrew pushed his tongue inside.

After a few moments, I signalled to Andrew, and he pulled away in relief and began to work his tongue back up to the cock. His mouth opened and swallowed the cock and he quickly set up a rhythm of sucking, pushing in as deep as he could then pulling out for some small sucks, over and over, until Mike grabbed his head and began to cum. Without warning he pulled out his cock and, to Andrew's shock, directed his last few spurts of cum onto Andrew's face. Andrew sat there stunned, cum dripping down his face.

His father groaned and said, "That was pretty amazing. You've improved a lot since this morning."

He pulled Andrew up and began to kiss him. After a moment's hesitation I saw Andrew remember his role and respond, accepting his father's tongue into his mouth and responding with his own. Finally, Mike pulled away and sat up.

"So how was the little faggot today?" he asked me. "I see you had to strap him."

"Oh, he was mostly pretty good," I replied. "We did have a bit of an incident this morning, when he didn't want to do his studies, but after a punishment, he was OK."

"Didn't I tell you there'd be a severe punishment from me if you were disobedient?"

"It's OK," I said. "You don't need to punish him. Andrew has learned his place, haven't you Andrew."

"OK," said Mike. "No punishment for now, but next time you disobey I'll make it a double punishment."

We headed out for dinner. Andrew's dad had brought home Chinese which I had put in the oven to keep warm. He and I sat at the table to eat. He motioned to Andrew.

Andrew looked disgusted but quickly dropped to his knees and crawled under the table and began licking his father's feet.

When we'd first started talking about molesting Andrew, we'd decided that he'd always serve us during dinner and not get his until it was cold. So we sat there chatting about our days and ate our dinner, while Andrew continued to lick his dad's feet. Once we were finished, I tipped the leftovers onto a plate which I placed on the floor. After having him lick my feet for quarter of an hour as we finally told him to eat. He complained about it being cold and his dad gave him a cuff across the head and told him to shut up and eat or go hungry. He cried a bit but ate some of the congealed food. Then we told him to clean up, so he collected the dishes and began to wash up.

After he'd cleaned up, we had him sit with us in the living room as we watched TV and ran our hands over his body. He sat their stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, but made no move to pull away or stop us. After a couple of hours, we switched off the TV and stood up.

"Andrew," I said firmly. "Your dad asked you a question. What does it mean when we go to bed?"

"That's right, we're going to fuck you hard. And remember that you have to clean our cocks when we're done."

Andrew looked slightly sick at the prospect but said nothing as his dad grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Andrew crawled into position, looked back at his dad and begged, "Please don't hurt me daddy."

Mike sneered at him and said, "If you don't want it to hurt, you'd better get it nice and wet and relax your hole for me."

Andrew cringed and turned round to suck on his dad's cock, making a great effort to wet it. Mike was clearly keen to get on with it because after only a few seconds he pulled out and pushed Andrew roughly back down, positioning his cock at Andrew's hole. He gripped him tightly by the waist and pushed in hard, producing a squeal of pain from Andrew. He began to fuck his son roughly, pulling nearly fully out before slamming in again, slapping against the boy's still marked cheeks. Andrew howled in pain, tears streaming down his face. I leaned over and kissed Mike as he fucked his son. It wasn't long before he let out a yell of pleasure as he shot his load inside his son's ass. He pulled out and turned Andrew around to face him.

Andrew looked at him in fear, and quickly ducked down and began to suck his father's cock clean. I gave him a few minutes, then called him over.

He looked at me sadly but crawled over to me. I pointed to my cock and he leaned over and began to suck it. I let him suck for longer than his dad but only just and then pushed him onto his back and pulled his legs up and forced my cock deep into his ass in a single thrust, causing him to squeal in pain. I fucked him hard and fast, giving a few slaps to waken the stripes on his butt and before long I was shooting my load inside him. I pulled out and pushed my cock towards his mouth. It was covered in a mix of my cum and Mike's with streaks of his shit. He pulled a face of disgust and pulled away. I grabbed his hair and pulled him close.

He started to cry as he opened his mouth and I pushed my cock inside. He gagged a few times at the taste but carefully licked my cock until it was clean. I pulled out and wiped it dry on his hair, then lay back and went to sleep.

Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke to the sight of Andrew sucking his dad's cock. Mike was holding his head and thrusting in and out. Soon after I heard him grunt as he thrust in and filled Andrew's mouth with cum. He pulled his cock out, wiped it on Andrew's hair and grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the shower. I followed and we both pissed on him. Andrew knelt there with his eyes closed and a look of disgust on his face. Then Mike had a shower while I brought Andrew back to the bed to suck me. I pointed to the drops of piss on the tip of my cock and made him lick them off before sucking me, which he did with some reluctance.

"Might as well get used to the taste, faggot," I told him. "We'll teach you to be a proper toilet before long."

He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear. I pushed his head down onto my cock and he began to suck me. This was beginning to become routine for him and he sucked me to orgasm with no fuss and swallowed my cum.

I led him out to the kitchen and made up two bowls of cereal. I placed his on the floor and sat down at the table with mine. He looked up at me for a moment.

He looked at me sadly, hoping I'd relent, but I pushed his face down towards the bowl and he sighed and began to lap up the cereal. I went back to my breakfast, ignoring him. Mike came in, ready for work and grinned at me.

Mike leaned over and gave me a kiss, then gave his son a light slap on the ass before heading off to work, telling him to be good for me. I sat back and enjoyed my breakfast. Andrew finished before me but stayed kneeling on the floor quietly until I was done. Then I told him to clear the table and wash up, then come and see me. About 15 minutes later he came in to see me.

"Good boy," I told him. "Now, I've got a lot of work to do this morning so it's time for you to start learning your chores."

"Go collect the washing from the basket and get it in the machine," I told him. "Then while it's washing you can sweep the floors and vacuum the carpets. Once that's done you can take the clothes outside and hang them on the line."

"Of course not. Slaves don't wear clothes unless their master wants them to. But there is one thing you can wear. I was going to give it to you later, but since you brought the subject up you may as well have it now."

I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a collar we'd purchased for him. It was a thick black dog collar. I showed it to him.

He reluctantly knelt down and looked at me as I placed the collar around his neck and did it up. Then I snapped a small padlock on it so he couldn't take it off.

I reached down and stroked his cock gently until he was hard. It took sometime as he clearly didn't like me doing it but no boy's penis can resist the physical stimulation. He looked ashamed as it rose up.

"Good boy," I told him. "Now why don't you show me what a good little slave you are by getting your chores done quickly. When you're done you can come back and see me. I'm sure my cock will be ready for some more fun by then."

I settled in to work, listening to him in the background working. After about 45 minute I heard him head outside to hang out the washing. All was quiet for a few minutes, then I heard a warning beep from my phone. I looked out the window and sure enough, Andrew was creeping down the garden, hiding behind bushes and moving quietly towards the road. What he hadn't realised was that the collar I'd put on him had a GPS chip that alerted me if he moved too far away from me. Fortunately, due to his wish not to be noticed he wasn't moving fast. Being naked obviously still concerned him and he was trying to get away without being seen. I knew being naked still concerned him and I doubted that he had thought about what he'd do if he actually about that if he got away. I headed out the front door and raced around to get in front of him, taking care not to be seen. Then when he got close, I jumped out and tackled him to the ground. He let out a scream of fear as I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up.

I punched him in the stomach before he could respond, and he slumped back to the ground. I grabbed him and dragged him up again and began dragging him back to the house. He was sobbing in pain and fear as I dragged him into the garage and threw him across the workbench. I quickly strapped his arms and legs in place as he began to beg.

I punched him hard in the balls and he gasped in shock and was silent for a moment as he struggled to suck in some air and not throw up his breakfast.

"Listen, faggot," I said. "I've been exceptionally patient with you, and you've done nothing but resist learning what I try to teach you. This time you're going to get a proper lesson that you will remember."

I pulled off my belt and began to lay into him. I focused first on his ass but gradually began to cover his back and legs and even focused a few directly on his balls. His shrieks of pain were a joy to hear, especially when I hit his balls, you could hear his voice crack during his screams.

Eventually his screams gave way and he just lay there gasping in pain. I was out of breath so slowed down but kept beating him seeing the red welts build up all over his body. After about another 30 slashes, I dropped my pants and rammed my cock into his ass completely dry. That got another good reaction out of him as I fucked him hard. As soon as I came, I pulled my cock out and moved around in front of him and shoved it in his mouth. He quickly sucked me clean, probably hoping that this was the end of his punishment. But I just picked up my belt and gave him another couple of hard slashes. He began to beg.

"Please stop. It hurts. I won't do it again. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want. Please."

I paused for a moment and walked around in front so he could see me. Then I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

"You're right," I told him. "You won't do it again. And you will do whatever I want. But your punishment is only beginning. You tried to run away. That's just like stealing from me because you're my property. And thieves need to be punished. So, your punishment will continue until I decide otherwise. And when your dad gets home, he's going to punish you too."

I moved back around behind him as he began to sob again and resumed belting him. Eventually I got tired, so I gave his balls another punch and left him tied in place and went back to work. Throughout the rest of the day I went out periodically to belt him again. Once I had him suck my cock first. He did it very enthusiastically, probably hoping that if he made me happy his punishment might end. I pissed on him a couple of times too. Every time I went out, he begged me to give him another chance and a couple of times he told me he was hungry and begged me to give him something to eat. I didn't respond to anything he said. By late afternoon you could see some serious bruises coming up on his back and ass. Finally, Mike arrived home and I took him out to the shed.

"Unfortunately, the little faggot caused some trouble today," I told him. "He tried to run away."

He picked up the belt and began to hit Andrew, focusing on the areas that were the most bruised. Andrew began to cry out in pain again. I'll freely admit that Mike hit a lot harder than I did. After a while he paused and moved around in front of Andrew.

Andrew opened his mouth quickly and began sucking his dad, eager to do anything that would cause the pain to stop. Mike grabbed his head and forced his cock in deep, making Andrew gag and choke but he kept going, thrusting in as hard as he could until he stiffened and shot his load. He pulled out, leaving Andrew coughing and spluttering, and wiped his cock on Andrew's hair. He moved around behind Andrew and punched him in the balls making Andrew shriek in pain. Then he turned and walked away.

We both headed inside and sat down for a while before preparing dinner and sitting down to enjoy our meal. Following dinner, we headed back out to see Andrew. He looked completely broken, covered in welts and bruises, tear streaks down his face. I walked around in front of him and lifted his face, so he was looking at me.

"I tried to run away. I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me anymore," he mumbled with a cracked voice.

"Because I'm a slave," he said quickly, hoping that by giving the answers he knew I wanted his punishment would be over.

"Good boy," I said. "You're learning. Now do you think that you'll be able to do what we say from now on?"

"Well then I think you should apologise for trying to run away and thank us for punishing you, OK?"

"That's a good slave," I told him. "Do you think you're ready to come to bed and be fucked now?"

I untied his feet and arms. He started to stand then collapsed as the blood rushed to his limbs. I gave him a couple of minutes, then reached down and pulled him up by his arm and dragged him, limping, into the bedroom.

I handed him his piss bottle, that was still half-full from the previous day. He quickly opened it and began to piss, clearly relieved after holding it in for quite a while. He finished and handed me the bottle. I handed it back to him and shook my head.

He pulled a face, but took the bottle from me and stepped into the shower. He opened the lid and looked at me pleadingly. I said nothing and just looked back at him. He shook a little and then lifted the bottle and quickly tipped it over his head. I smiled at him.

He started to cry, but squatted and cupped his hands under his ass. He grunted and pulled a face as the shit fell into his hands. He finished and looked up at me.

"Take it outside and put it in the compost, then come back for your shower and don't make a mess in the house."

He nodded meekly and slowly stumbled out, carefully holding the shit in his hands. The look of disgust on his face was mixed with fear as he made his painful way out of the bathroom. It was several minutes before he managed to limp back, holding his hands away from himself. I could see bits of shit still on them. He looked longingly at the shower. I shook my head and pointed to the toilet.

He sighed and dipped his hands into the toilet and began to wipe his ass clean. When he finished, I turned on the shower on the coldest setting and pushed him under. He squealed and tried to avoid the downpour but I ordered him to stand under it. The cold would probably help his punished body to recover although that wasn't my main reason, why waste hot water on a slave boy. He quickly washed himself, oohing and aahing as he touched his tender skin. I made sure he washed all the areas with the strap marks more than once, insisting he scrubbed his balls hard. When he was sparkling clean, shivering and crying again I turned the water off and pulled him out and dried him roughly and led him to the bed.

I pushed him down on his back and put my cock near his face. He quickly opened his mouth and began to suck. After a few seconds I pulled out of his mouth, lifted his legs in the air and pushed my cock into his ass. He grunted in pain but made no move to resist. I fucked him hard and quickly. I could see the pain on his face, but he avoided making any complaints. Before long I shot my load, pulled out and wiped my cock in his hair. I pushed him over towards his father and he quickly got into position so his father could fuck him.

Mike didn't bother getting him to suck his cock, he just pushed straight in, forcing a scream from Andrew, even though his hole was already fairly open. He fucked hard for a few minutes, then paused and leaned over his son and whispered in his ear.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you every day," Mike told him, speeding up his fucking.

Mike gripped him tightly and thrust in deeply as he began to cum. He pulled Andrew's face towards him and began to kiss him.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled away and said, "Well aren't you a lucky boy then, because you're going to get fucked every day now for the rest of your life."

He pulled his cock out and pushed it into Andrew's mouth, who quickly sucked it clean. Then he pushed the boy aside and lay down to sleep. Andrew lay between us, quietly sobbing until the events of the day finally caught up with him and despite his pain and hunger he fell asleep.

Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke early. Andrew was still fast asleep. I watched him lying there peacefully for a couple of minutes, then reached down and gave his balls a hard squeeze. He woke suddenly yelping in pain.

He tried to pull away for a second, still not fully awake, then opened his mouth and began to suck without fuss. I lay back and relaxed as he gently sucked me. A couple of minutes later Mike woke up.

I pulled Andrew off my cock and pushed him towards Mike. He moved over and began sucking without complaint. We spent the next few minutes swapping Andrew between our two cocks as we chatted about the day ahead. Eventually Andrew's dad pushed him up onto his knees and pushed his face onto my cock. Then he moved around behind and shoved his cock into Andrew's ass. Andrew grunted in pain, which felt amazing on my cock. As Mike began to fuck in earnest, Andrew struggled to keep a rhythm on my cock, so I grabbed his head and guided it up and down on my cock, in time with Mike's fucking. Before long we were both cumming.

We had Andrew lick us both clean, then Mike headed to the shower. I led Andrew out to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for Mike and I. Then I poured Andrew a bowl of cereal which I proceeded to piss into. I placed it on the floor in his usual spot then sat down with my breakfast. He looked at me in shock.

"Better eat fast," I said. "You've got a lot of chores to catch up with from yesterday, plus today's chores, which you'll need to get finished before lunch."

"A bit of piss isn't going to kill you," I told him. "Now stop whining and eat your breakfast quickly, unless you want me to give you a reason to whine."

"Andrew," I said sharply. "I know you're not stupid and you know I'm not going to back down. Eat your breakfast now or you can eat it after I punish you. Your choice."

He sighed and knelt down on the floor with his cereal. He looked at it sadly and then back at me. I just stared at him. He sighed again and bent over to begin lapping the cereal up. He gagged a few times but my expression each time he looked at me made him quickly turn back over to his breakfast. Mike joined me and we ate together in silence watching Andrew lap up his piss covered cereal. Finally, Mike leaned over and kissed me.

I sat and watched Andrew for a while longer, then when he was almost done, I gave him a light kick in his backside.

"Time's up," I said. "If you get hungry because you didn't eat enough, don't complain to me. Now grab the plates and go wash and wipe up. When you're done, come and see me for your next chores."

"Good boy." I said. "Now I'm going to teach you what I want to see from you in future when you've finished a chore and are ready for the next one. Instead of coming in and telling me, from now on you will knock on the door and wait for me to tell you to enter. When I tell you to enter, you will enter on your hands and knees and crawl across the floor to me. Then you will rise up, still on your knees, with your leg spread wide apart, hands on your head, so I can see your body properly. Then you will wait in silence until I tell you to speak."

"I knock on the door and wait for you to tell me to come in. Then I crawl to you and get up on my knees with my hands on my head," he replied.

I pushed him down onto his knees and guided him to spread his legs so that his knees were slightly further apart than his shoulders.

"Like that," I said. "Straighten your back. That's better. Put your hands on your head. Perfect. Just like that. That's your waiting position Whenever you're waiting for me to tell you what to do next, that's the position you should be in unless me or your dad have told you something different. Now go back to the kitchen and show me how you enter the proper way."

He nodded again and left quickly. I shut the door behind him. Moments later I heard a quiet knock at the door.

He opened the door and crawled in on his hands and knees and quietly rose up next to me with his hands on his head and waited. I continued working, ignoring him for 10 minutes or so, then turned to look at him.

"Well firstly, you did well on your entering and waiting position. But I think you need to remember that you're a slave now. And a good slave always says 'Master' when speaking to their master. So let's try that again."

"I've finished washing the dishes M-Master," he stumbled a bit. "What should I do next?"

"OK how about you go and rewash the clothes you left without hanging them out to dry and finish the vacuuming that you were supposed to do yesterday. Be quick because you haven't even started today's chores and you don't want to earn another punishment, do you?"

I gave him a smack on his bottom, which still clearly showed the signs of yesterday's punishment, and he got to his feet and hurried off. I continued working as he hurried through his tasks.

Once again, he entered on his hands and knees and got into position and waited for me. I made him wait for 20 minutes this time and, aside from a little bit of shuffling, he remained quietly in place until I looked at him and nodded.

"I've finished the vacuuming, master," he said quietly. "The washing machine is still running so I came to see what you wanted me to do."

"Well, I'm sure the machine is finished now, so in a minute you can go and hang the clothes on the line. But first I'll show you your next task."

I helped him to his feet and led him to the bathroom, where I'd set out an array of cleaning items. Showing him how to use each one I told him that once the clothes were on the line he could come back and start with the toilet, then the shower, then clean the sink, and mirror and finally the floor.

"Make sure you do a thorough job," I told him. "Because once you're done, you're going to show me how clean it all is by licking each of the surfaces, including the toilet."

"And I'm sure you're not going to do anything stupid like yesterday and try to run off again, are you?" I said grasping his balls in my hand.

I released his balls after giving them a small squeeze and left him to get back to my work.

It took him almost an hour and a half, but eventually he was back, on his knees, in position and waiting for me. I made him wait for almost half an hour before I gave him permission to speak.

I led him to the bathroom and, to be honest, he'd done a pretty good job. He'd clearly put in a lot of effort to make sure he didn't get another punishment. I pointed out a couple of areas where he could improve his effort, but told him that for his first time, he'd done a good job and he looked relieved.

He'd been expecting this, but clearly wasn't keen. Still, he took a breath and bent down and gave the floor a quick lick. I told him that wasn't a real test and made him repeat it over a much wider area. I pointed him to the shower telling him not to shirk on that testing or he would be punished, and he did the same there licking several parts before looking to me for permission to finish. Then I pointed inside the toilet. He took another deep breath and looked at me pleadingly. I didn't say anything, just stood there looking at him. After a few seconds, he leaned into the toilet and licked one side. Then he looked back up at me. When I frowned, he quickly bent down again and licked right around the bowl before looking up at me again, hoping I would be satisfied now, which I was.

He actually smiled a mixture of relief and pride, I think, which demonstrated to me that he was starting to adapt.

"OK," I said. "I'm pretty horny now. How about we have a quick fuck before lunch. What do you think?"

I could see his brain turning over, trying to work out if I was seriously giving him a choice, or whether this was a trap. Eventually he made the smart choice.

Although I was pleased at his choice, I couldn't let that go and insisted he responded properly by saying, "Yes please, Master."

I sent him ahead of me to get ready while I took a piss. When I got to the room, I was pleased to see him lying on his back with his legs raised in the position he knew I liked. I pushed my cock into his mouth, and he quickly began to suck me. Then I pulled out of his mouth and pushed into his striped ass.

"You've been very good today," I told him as I fucked him. "I know you didn't want to be a slave, but I'm proud of you for starting to learn to behave properly."

He grunted as I fucked hard, but he didn't say anything. I leaned over and pushed my tongue into his mouth, kissing him until I reached my climax. I pulled out and pushed back into his mouth and he sucked me clean without fuss. Finally, it was time for my lunch.

After lunch it was time for school. Even though the priority was his slave training, I still intended to give him a reasonable education. I sat him down on the floor in my study with a wooden footstool as his desk and gave him a series of short tests on each subject to find out where he was at. He was fairly average in most subjects. A bit behind in maths, and quite advanced in science.

Although he would be doing normal subjects, I wanted to include sex and slavery whenever possible as the main part of his education. So, for history, I pointed him to a couple of websites and gave him an assignment to research the history of slavery and write a report for me. I warned him that, in my school, poor quality work didn't get bad grades. It got punishments instead.

He was quiet for the next hour as he carefully read and wrote. After what I felt had been enough time, I asked him to give me what he had done to mark.

"Not too bad," I told him. "We'll have to do some work on your writing, spelling and grammar. I count 7 spelling mistakes, 2 missing apostrophes, 3 missing commas and 4 crossings out. So that's 16 errors that will each earn one smack. But there's one more mistake that is by far the worst mistake. You've put the wrong name as the author of your essay. So there will be an extra 5 smacks for that mistake."

"That's the name on your collar, so that's your name," I told him sternly. "Andrew no longer exists. There is only Faggot, the slave boy. If you forget that, there will be punishment. Now what's your name?"

"That's better," I said. "Now since you got your name wrong, you agree that you deserve a punishment for it?"

"I gave you the collar yesterday and showed you the name tag," I told him. "It's not my fault if you were too stupid to realise that your name tag would have your name on it."

"So," I said. "Sixteen spanks for your spelling and grammar errors and another five for your name. How many is that?"

"Good boy," I replied. "So we can get this over easily and quickly or you can make a fuss and I'll change the spankings to a belting instead. Which would you prefer?"

"OK then," I said. "Bend over my knee and I'll give you your punishment. Count each smack out loud so I know where I'm up to. If you don't count, then the spank won't be counted, so make sure you don't forget."

I pulled him into position over my knee and smacked him hard on his still clearly sore butt.

"Well I guess you're not too good at keeping count," I said. "Let's start again."

"You haven't counted 'one' yet," I warned him. Until I hear 'one' you don't get to move to 'two'."

I continued on as he continued counting. At 'five' he reached up to rub his butt. I pulled his hand away.

"When you're being spanked, you need to keep your hands away, so they don't interfere," I told him. "If you do that again, well start from 'one' again."

He quickly pulled his hand back and we continued. I got to 'twenty one' with no further issues. He kept count carefully through his tears, and, despite a few twitches, he refrained from moving his hands.

Once I was done, I gently rubbed his butt, before lifting him up and giving him a gentle kiss. Then I directed him to kneel facing the wall with his legs spread, hands on head, nose pressed against the wall.

"This is your 'after punishment' position," I said. "Remember this and from now on whenever you get punished, you should immediately get into this position unless I tell you otherwise. I don't want to have to remind you to do it, you should do it automatically as soon as your punishment is finished."

I left him in his punishment position for 30 minutes before calling him over to give me a blowjob, which he did without fuss. Then I told him to go to his room for some free time.

About 15 minutes before Mike was due to get home, I called Andrew (or Faggot as I should start calling him now) and told him to wait in his display position at the door. He looked confused for a moment, then quickly tried to remember what he'd been told. He got onto his knees and spread his legs and placed his hands on his head. I encouraged him to spread his legs wider by slapping the inside of his thighs hard half a dozen times on each. To get him to straighten up more I twisted and pulled on his nipples, then I told him to wait for his dad and I left him there.

When Mike finally arrived home, he was thrilled to see Faggot kneeling at the door waiting. Without a word, he unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock, and shoved it into Faggot's face. Fortunately, the boy was smart enough to realise what was required and opened his mouth quickly to swallow the cock.

Mike grabbed his head and forced it onto his cock, face fucking the boy hard, making him gag and struggle. It didn't take long before he was cumming deep into the faggot's mouth. When he finally finished, he pulled out, holding the boy up by his hair as he wiped his cock on the boy's face. Then he let go and Faggot fell to the ground sobbing.

Mike came over and kissed me and we headed to the kitchen to talk about our day, leaving Faggot lying on the ground. When I came back a few minutes later he was sitting up, looking around, unsure what he was supposed to do. I nudged him with my foot.

"Back in the display position," I snapped. "Once you're in that position, you stay there until you're told otherwise."

He quickly straightened up back into position really spreading his legs and stretching his chest up, so happy to see what a quick learner he was turning into, I left him to it as I went to prepare dinner.

I checked back on him now and then as I cooked. He was clearly starting to get uncomfortable in that position, and I had to give him a few reminders to keep straight and not slouch. Finally, after about an hour, dinner was ready, so I called him.

He almost collapsed in relief. He struggled to his feet and limped into the dining room. I served up dinner for Mike and myself, and motioned Faggot to get under the table.

"Lick our feet while we eat," I told him. "Take your time, but make sure you take care of both of us."

He pulled a face but crawled under the table and began to lick his father's feet. We took our time over dinner, chatting and relaxing as Faggot crawled between our feet. We gave him a couple of light kicks whenever we felt he wasn't putting in enough effort. But mostly we ignored him while we enjoyed our meal.

Once we were done, I dumped some of the leftovers onto an old tin plate and placed it on the floor in front of him.

Mike and I retired to the living room to watch some TV leaving Faggot to finish his meal and clean up. Eventually he finished and came to join us in the living room.

He quickly fell to his knees and got into position. We ignored him for the rest of the evening. He stayed in position, although he moved around from time to time to try to get more comfortable. Finally, it was time for bed.

Chapter 8

The next morning, after our (now regular) blow jobs, I gave Faggot a cold shower and left him to drip dry as I had my breakfast. When I finished, he was reasonably dry, so I brought him to the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal for him, which I then proceeded to piss into, as I had the day before. He looked up at me with a look of frustration and disgust.

He shook his head quickly, knowing that I wasn't going to tolerate any argument.

"Good," I replied. "Because this is now your normal breakfast. You'll be having cereal with piss every day from now on. And you'd better remember to thank me for it too," I said sharply.

He opened the door, came in and assumed the display position, waiting for me to respond to him. I ignored him for about 10 minutes as I finished a few tasks then turned to him.

"You've been much better behaved over the last day, since your punishment," I told him. "Are you starting to understand that it's better to be an obedient slave than a disobedient slave?"

"Well, I know that," I laughed. "But that's not an option. Your only choices are to be an obedient slave or a disobedient one. So which do you think is the better choice?"

"Good choice," I responded. "Now I've done up a roster of your daily chores. So from now on, after breakfast you can get started straight away on your chores without disturbing my work."

Faggot's Chores

Day	Chores
Everyday	Wash and wipe up all plates and cutlery after every meal. Wipe table clean. Sweep floor. Take out trash and recycling. Clean swimming pool (vacuum if needed, scoop out floating leaves, add chlorine as needed)

Monday	Mop kitchen, dining room, and laundry floors.
Tuesday	Vacuum and dust living room and guest bedroom.
Wednesday	Wash clothes from laundry basket and hang them out to dry. Once dry, collect them and bring them inside.
Thursday	Iron and fold clothes and put them away.
Friday	Clean bathrooms Wash and replace towels
Saturday	Vacuum bedroom. Change and wash sheets. Mow lawns (t-shirt may be worn for front lawn).
Sunday	Vacuum and dust office. Weed garden.

First Saturday of each month	Wash cars
Second Saturday of each month	Clean refrigerator
Third Saturday of each month	Wash house windows
Fourth Saturday of each month	Specific tasks to be assigned

"We'll post this on the fridge and each day you can check what your chores are. Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do all the chores you're unsure about. But make sure you do your best, because a second-rate job will earn you a punishment."

"Now, today's Thursday, so that means you've got ironing and folding to do. Let's go so I can show you how to do that."

I led him out of the office and showed him where to find the iron and ironing board, how to get himself set up, and how to iron and fold different types of clothes, which clothes needed hanging, and which ones went in drawers. It took some time, but he got the hang of it, and I left him to complete his task.

I went back to work and he was busy for the next couple of hours. When he finished, I went to inspect what he'd done. He'd actually done a pretty good job, but I made a point of picking out the few errors he'd made and each spot where the ironing was less than perfect. I reminded him that near enough wasn't good enough and he needed to learn that nothing less than the very best was expected from him.

"So, even though you've tried hard, you'll still need to be punished for not doing the job properly," I told him. "Do you want to get the punishment over and done with for now, or would you prefer me to save it until later?"

"I know you did," I told him. "But being a slave isn't about doing your best. It's about doing what I say. And your best wasn't good enough. So you get a punishment to remind you to do better next time. Make your choice about now or later, or I'll punish you both now and later."

"That's better," I told him. "And good choice. Because if you'd chosen later, I'd have made sure that the punishment later was much worse than the punishment now. Go and bend over the end of the couch so I can give you a spanking."

He let out another sob but quickly got into position. I walked over and gently stroked his backside.

"Just remember, I'm doing this to help you be a better slave. You might not want to be a slave, but you are one, and since that's the case, you need to be the very best slave that you can be. I'm going to help you do that, but you need to ensure that everything you do is at the highest standard possible."

"I know you will," I told him. "But that doesn't get you out of your punishment. I'm going to spank you ten times and I want you to count out loud as I do it."

I spanked him again even harder, waiting a moment before giving him a third. I tried for even harder but not sure if he was able to tell the difference as both got a loud squeal of pain.

"You know, if you don't keep count, then I won't know when to stop," I told him. "I can keep going for a long time if necessary."

I kept going and he kept up the count, despite his tears. When we reached ten, I paused and gently rubbed his ass.

"Good boy," I said. "Now next time you do the ironing you'll do a better job, won't you?"

"Now just one more thing," I told him. "When I told you that you needed to be punished, you questioned me and didn't instantly obey. When you don't instantly obey me, you need to be punished. So I think you need another three spanks, don't you agree?"

He hesitated, obviously not wanting to agree with me, but realising quickly that disagreeing would only make things worse.

I pushed him back down over the couch and quickly gave him three more spanks. He sobbed as I did so. Then I pulled him back up.

"That's better. It's much nicer to be obedient and get your punishments over and done with quickly, isn't it?"

Without hesitation he bent over and sucked my cock into his mouth. He knew what to do and it wasn't very long at all before I was shooting into his mouth. He swallowed without fuss and continued running his tongue around my cock until I pushed his head away. I pointed to the wall.

"Punishment position," I said quietly, and he silently crawled over to the wall and got into position, while I went off to prepare lunch.

For lunch, I introduced the boy to a new aspect of his regular diet. I'd made him a protein shake, as flavourless as possible, with added vitamins. For some reason he wasn't a big fan of it, but I made it clear he'd best get used to it the same as with his breakfast regime.

"You're going to have to work faster in future," I warned him. "You've still got to sweep the floors and clean the pool as well as clean up after lunch, and it's already time for your schoolwork. I'll give you 30 minutes to get the remainder of your chores done and you'll get a spanking for every minute you go over."

He did a good job, but sadly for him he was 3 minutes over the time limit, so I told him that he'd need to be punished again. His face fell.

"Don't worry, we'll do it a bit later," I said. "After all, you've still got your schoolwork to do, so you might earn some more punishment yet."

I smiled at him. He scowled but said nothing. I led him into my office, made him sit on his sore butt on the floor and handed him a number of worksheets to work his way through.

He sat quietly working on his schoolwork, shifting on his sore butt not enjoying the irritating carpet for the next couple of hours.

"Well, let's see," I replied. "Why don't you come over and suck my cock while I check your work?"

He sighed and crawled between my legs as I unzipped my trousers and freed my cock. He quickly began to suck me as I began to work through his schoolwork, highlighting the errors. He'd done pretty well and I only found seven mistakes.

I pulled him off my cock and went through each of his mistakes, showing him where he'd gone wrong and explaining how to do it correctly. Once I was sure he understood, I reminded him that mistakes meant punishment.

"It's the only way to be sure that you'll learn from your mistakes and not make them again," I told him. "Plus, I still need to punish you for taking too long on your chores."

"I know," I said. "But a punishment will make sure that next time you find a way to do better. Now let's get this over with. Or do you want to whine a bit more and make me increase the punishment."

"That's better," I said. "Go get my belt from my bedroom and then get into position for your punishment in the living room."

He quickly ran off and I walked out to the living room and waited for him. He was back in just a short time, handed me the belt and leaned over the arm of the couch.

"Seven mistakes on your schoolwork and three minutes late on your chores. That means ten strokes of the belt, right?"

"I asked a question Faggot," I snapped. "Is ten strokes the right amount of punishment, or do you want more?"

I lifted the belt and slammed it down on his ass. He yelled in pain. I paused for a minute, waiting for him to count, but he didn't speak.

"This is going to take a long time if you don't count," I warned him. "Let's start again."

We got through the rest of the punishment without any further fuss, although he was crying pretty hard by the end of it. He managed to keep count though, so I told him he'd done a good job.

"Now how about you finish that blow job you started before your punishment and then you can have a bit of free time until your dad gets home," I told him.

He wiped his hand across his face to dry his tears and, without a word, bent over to suck me.

When his dad got home from work, he found Faggot kneeling at the door waiting for him, in the position I'd made clear to the boy was to be the regular greeting for his dad.

Tonight, Mike wasn't in the mood for a blow job. When he walked in the door, he grabbed his son by the hair, and dragged him into the bedroom, threw him onto the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He climbed on top of his son and forced his cock into the boy's red ass with no lube.

Faggot let out a shriek of pain as his dad's cock entered him. Mike settled into a rough hard fuck while Faggot continued whimpering. Horny myself, I climbed onto the bed with them and pushed my cock into Faggot's face. He moaned but opened his mouth and began to suck me. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads and Mike pulled out and soon as I withdrew he shoved his cock into Faggot's mouth for cleaning.

Once his cock was clean, he pulled Faggot into the bathroom so he could take a piss on him. Then he left the boy kneeling in the shower dripping with piss.

"Dinner time" I told him. "Your dad and I need our balls licked while we eat and you'd better make sure you do a good job, because if we're not completely satisfied we'll give your balls a good belting."

We sat down to eat and Faggot crawled under the table and began licking our balls, first his dad's, then mine, every few minutes we'd push him towards the other. Desperate to avoid his balls being punished, he went all out, making sure his tongue worked over our balls thoroughly. We took our time eating, making him use his tongue for over an hour and when we finally finished, it was clear he was pretty exhausted. Then we put his dinner on the floor for him to eat. Tonight, it was some stale bread, dry, and without anything on it.

He looked up at us sadly, wanting something more, but knowing better than to ask. But after spending so much time licking our balls his mouth was dry so he needed something.

I looked at his dad and we grinned at each other, knowing we were both thinking the same thing.

I grabbed a glass, pulled out my cock and pissed in it until it was nearly full. I placed it on the floor next to his bowl.

He looked at me in horror. He'd been learning to take piss with his morning cereal, but this was the first time he'd had to drink it without something else to flavour it.

"God you're fucking stupid," his dad told him. "Drink it now and if you're sick you can fucking lick that up too."

"I think you're smart enough to know better than to argue by now, aren't you?" I asked him while lifting my foot and gently tapping his balls.

His head slumped and he reached down and picked up the glass. He slowly brought it up to his mouth, paused for a few seconds, then took a tiny sip. He pulled a face and gagged.

"You'd better not be sick," his father warned him. "Now hurry up and finish it."

He lifted the glass again and took another tiny sip. He pulled the glass away and made another face of disgust.

"Stop wasting fucking time," Mike yelled. "You've got 30 seconds to finish the glass."

Faggot lifted the glass again and took another tiny sip. Then, as he saw his dad looking at his watch, he took a deep breath and began to gulp the rest down. He finished and bent over gagging, holding his mouth, trying desperately to avoid throwing up, while his dad and I watched in amusement.

After a couple of minutes of gagging and heaving, he managed to straighten up, having avoided throwing up.

His dad grabbed the glass and filled it again. "Don't want you to think I am meaner than your other dad."

I did wonder if he would manage to drink the second glassful but although there were lots of moans and some gagging. once he was given another 30 seconds to finish, he managed to drink it down and keep it down although at one stage I thought he was going to be licking up his protein shake.

"Good boy," I told him. "A couple of days practice and you'll be drinking that straight from the source with no fuss at all."

"Finish your dinner and clean up, then come and join us in the living room," I told him.

He joined us in the living room a short while later and I motioned him to kneel on the floor, bent over. I picked up a butt plug, lubed it slightly and pushed it into his asshole. It wasn't a large one, maybe 4 inches [10cm] long, and an inch [2.5cm] wide at its thickest point, but it was enough to be uncomfortable for him.

I gave him a couple of minutes to get used to it, then made him stand up. He got up but was clearly uncomfortable and tried to hunch over to try to find a comfortable position. I made him stand straight and told him that he needed to get used to it. Once he managed to straighten up and not fidget for a few minutes, I sent him to the kitchen to get beers for me and his dad. Watching him walk was funny. Every step moved the plug in his butt, making him spasm with each step. He tried to take it slowly, but I warned him to hurry.

"Well, it doesn't matter how you feel, does it?" I replied. "As long as you do as you're told, right?"

"Then, you'd better get used to it," I told him. "Jog on the spot for a few minutes."

"It'll hurt a hell of a lot more if I have to give your balls a belting before you agree to do it," I warned him.

He let out a small sob and started to jog on the spot. Slowly at first and making minimal movements, barely lifting his feet up off the ground. I quickly corrected him, making him pick up the pace and lift his knees above waist high.

In a very short time, he was moaning in pain at each step, but I made him keep going for almost 15 minutes. When I finally told him to stop, he nearly fell over. I made him stand up straight again.

"I'll give you a choice," I told him. "You can keep jogging while your dad and I watch our movie, or you can spend the movie with your tongue licking our assholes."

We settled back, raising our knees to expose our hairy sweaty assholes, to enjoy the movie as he knelt down and began to work on one asshole after another. Each time he shifted position, he let out a little moan of pain as the butt plug moved but over time, he gradually seemed to get used to it.

As the movie progressed, he began to get a bit tired, and we had to slap him a couple of times to keep him licking enthusiastically. By the end of the movie, I think he was actually relieved when we told him it was time for his nightly fucking.

Boyman Two Dads

Edited by Dave

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