Belong 3

We were frozen, the three of us just staring at each other. What seemed like minutes passed before anyone spoke, and of course Mike was the one to break the silence.

"Dad? Do you mind? Kinda busy here," he said.

He kept his hand on the back of my head, preventing me from coming off of his cock. I felt it pulse twice, coating my tongue in more of his precum. I instinctively swallowed, and let out a low whimper. The taste was threatening to send me into a frenzy; my dick had never been harder. My sounds did not go unnoticed by his father who looked from my face to Mike's, like a deer caught in headlights. Finally his eyes landed on my new Daddy.

"You goin' gay on me son?" he asked.

I could hear small tinges of hurt and worry in his voice. My best friend, Mike's younger brother, had come out to his family a couple of years ago. They were very accepting, but I think his dad would be crushed if his only other child turned out to be gay too. He was still holding the mail he had come to deliver.

"What? No! I gave you grandchildren, what are you talking about?" Mike said. I heard his dad audibly sigh. "You know Dane has been sniffing around for years trying to get a shot at my dick, so I figured since I'm having a bit of a dry spell right now I may as well take advantage of the situation. Isn't that right whore?" He cuffed me on the back of my head, never taking his eyes away from his dad.

"Yth thr," I mumbled and nodded my head. I felt ashamed but also incredibly turned on. I could not believe this was happening.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you down there. What was that?" I saw the corner of his lips rise with his question.

"YETH THR!" I nearly screamed. He and his dad chuckled simultaneously, obviously enjoying my humiliating predicament.

"Plus this is one cunt I can't get pregnant, and I can be as rough as I want and he will keep coming back for more. You're welcome to stay. Dane would probably like that. He likes you, I can see it in his eyes right now." His dad glanced down to my face, taking in the scene before him. I could do nothing but stare back at him, my mouth stretched around his son's veiny cock.

"I woke up to him taking a mouthful of my dick. The bitch just couldn't wait."

He laughed down at me after he said this, then slowly started rubbing circles in my hair. I saw his dad mulling over his options. I couldn't help but continue to look at him. I've always been attracted to his dad. He is short, maybe five-seven, but a quintessential redneck. Bald, glasses, full mustache, and a muscular body that came from a lifetime of hard work instead of the gym. Thankfully he loves to be shirtless like Mike, so I always get a good fill of him when I come to visit. He has a thick southern accent that I have always liked. He is also genuinely a good person, and has treated me like his third son my entire life. I thought for sure that dynamic would make him walk out of the room and shut the door on his way out. Surprisingly, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. With one last glance in my direction, I saw his demeanor change.

"He any good?" his dad asked.

"Well, not yet. This is actually his first time on a real man's dick, isn't it faggot?" Mike asked me. I nodded my head quickly. His hand was still resting on my head, not allowing me to use my mouth for anything but his pleasure. "We are gonna work on that though. He came tome. Wanted me to turn him into my whore. So that's what I'm gonna do."

He was looking down at me now, his wicked sneer visible on his dark features. His dad leaned down near my ear. I could feel his mustache scratch the sensitive skin when he whispered to me.

"That true, son? You lookin' to be made into a whore?"

I squealed around Mike's cock. His dad had a habit of calling me son, but in this moment it threatened to send me over the edge. I had already cum once without Mike's permission the night before, and again while he was asleep. I didn't want to push my luck and disobey him again. I started breathing heavily, trying to control the tightening in my groin. My mind was oversexed and foggy, and I could feel myself descending into nothingness.

"I asked you a question Dane. You gonna let Mike turn you into a cocksucker?" His tone was softer, almost sweet.

Finally I felt Mike's hand release the back of my head, and I quickly came off his cock to give his dad the answer I hoped they both wanted to hear, any sense of pride lost.

"Yes! God yes! Use me. Break me. Make me your whore. Turn me into a cunt; a cocksucker. Please Daddy. Please. I need it. I need you." I dipped my head into his crotch, taking in his scent and lightly kissing his hefty sack. His dad twisted his fingers into my hair and jerked my head up, forcing me to look at him.

"Look at us! Keep going, slut. Tell your new Daddy all about it."

He was sneering, his salt and pepper mustache hypnotizing me as I babbled about the ways in which I wanted them to destroy me. Eventually it was nothing but word salad as I spouted the most depraved things I had ever fantasized about, his dad never releasing his hold on my hair. Finally, after what felt like minutes of my rambling, his dad pulled my face toward Mike's erection. It looked even bigger than before. The mushroom loomed, but I wanted nothing more in that moment than to taste it.

"Wow, that was quite the story. Looks like we have a lot of work to do, don't we son?" He directed that at Mike, who just snickered and crossed his hands behind his head. He was a sight to behold, and I just stared on in awe.

"Yup. Guess we had better get started, huh dad?" he said, looking down at me in all of my pathetic glory.

"You got that right. Glad I came home from work early, son. Now, let's make all of this faggot's dreams come true. Open wide, cunt. Let's get that hole fed."

I opened my mouth and was instantly impaled on Mike's cock. The suddenness of the intrusion made me gag and sputter around him, which only served to rile them up more. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and eventually leaked from my lips. His dad took his free hand and smeared what escaped into my face and hair. I was completely at the mercy of this man, who continued to bob my head up and down Mike's cock in spite of my virgin throat's protests.

"He is really terrible at this isn't he?"

It was a rhetorical question to the room. I felt hurt. I wanted this to be good for him, for both of them, but I was fucking it up. He again leaned down to my ear.

"Come on faggot, I know you can do better than that. I want to see your nose buried in those pubes. Devour my son's cock. If you do a good enough job on him I may even give you mine. Doesn't that sound nice? You want two cocks to service?" I nodded my head as best as I could in his vice grip. My cock was straining beneath me; I was so hard it hurt. "Then show me how hungry your throat-­cunt is pig."

He pulled my mouth out of his son's lap with an audible pop. I glanced up at Mike to find him looking down at me, arms still crossed behind his head. He looked like a god, and I felt privileged to be the one basking before him. I took in the sight, and then he laughed. I was lapping at the air like a dog. I knew nothing except that I needed him inside of me again.

"Alright son, say 'ahhh'," his dad whispered, mustache tickling my ear again.

Hearing him call me 'son' in his heavy Southern drawl was sending my brain further into a spiral. I had lost my will, and I knew that they were going to break me. Nothing would stop me now; I was where I belonged. As soon as I said 'ahhh,' his dad forcefully shoved my head straight down onto Mike's cock. I felt his mushroom head break through my throat's resistance and bury itself deep in my gullet. My throat instantly contracted, trying to rid itself of the sizable intruder. I retched and started flailing. His dad moved onto the bed, sitting on my back and pinning my body beneath his strong frame. I felt a sizable basket press into the crevice of my spine as he found a comfortable position. I hoped he would let me taste him. He kept the pressure on my head, not allowing me to buck Mike's dick from it's place in my throat. Tears were making a mess of my face. His dad was in my ear again.

"Shhhh. It's okay, son. Don't fight. Relax. Breathe. If you want to please him, you have to learn how to deepthroat. We are gonna train you right, don't worry. You want to be useful to us right? Shhhh. Relax. There is only a little bit more to go. You can do it. Swallow that cock."

As his dad cooed into my ear, I brought my tear stained eyes to focus on Mike. His head was thrown back, mouth open in an expression of pure bliss. Seeing that stirred something within me. I was making him happy; he was feeling good because of me. I steeled myself, galvanized by bringing him pleasure, and started trying to follow his dad's instructions. I started breathing through my nose, keeping my lips firmly locked around the thick base of his shaft just above his balls. I lolled my tongue around my mouth, tasting every inch I could reach. His musky smell was like a drug, relaxing me and allowing me to take pleasure in what was happening. I swallowed once and took the remainder of his cock into my throat. I had hit bottom. Without thinking I stuck my tongue out and lapped at his balls, truly tasting them for the first time. My eyes rolled back, my brain overloaded. Mike snapped his head down and looked at me.

"Fuck! That feels amazing. Jesus. You better get used to that position faggot, because you are going to be spending a lot of time with my cock stretching your face from now on."

With that, he flexed his cock twice and I lost it. Deep guttural moans escaped from my mouth, impeded by his cock. His dad's weight prevented me from convulsing too much, but it was obvious what was happening. Mike and his dad stared down at me mouths agape. After a second, his dad recovered and took the opportunity to send me spiraling further. He again leaned down to my ear, pressing his bulge against me. His cool breath sent shivers through my body.

"What's wrong slut? Did you just cream yourself? Did Mike find a clit in your throat? Did he hit your button?" On and on he went, causing me to moan around the cock that was still lodged in my windpipe.

"Oh fuck, keep going dad. His moaning feels amazing on my cock. And don't worry faggot, I am keeping a tally of the number of times you have cum without my permission. This makes three does it not?" Mike said, looking down at me. His eyes were glazed over with lust, mischievous.

I froze. He had tricked me. A spark of realization crept over my face. He saw it and laughed. His dad was still in my ear whispering profanity laced comments into my subconscious. I continued to moan and descend further down the rabbit hole with each passing second while Mike cemented my new position in life.

"Did you really think I would miss your first taste? That was too good to pass up. Don't worry cocksucker, I'm going to give you what you want. You want my load?" he asked.

I vigorously nodded my head. His dad was still on my back, pinning me in place and now humping his crotch into me.

"Get ready cunt. He is going to feed you for the first time. You will never be the same after this. Don't be scared. We will both be here to make sure you get fed as often as you need, probably even more so. We will keep you so full of cum the smell will seep through your pores. Every man you pass on the street will know what you are. Are you ready for that slut? Huh? Are you ready for your new life?" His dad then licked my cheek and picked up the pace of his humping.

As one last moan escaped from my lips, my throat clamped down on Mike's length. I felt his cock flex once, and then erupt into my throat. One shot. Two. Three. Four. His balls emptied themselves into my stomach. I was greedily swallowing, not wanting to lose a drop of his cum. He pulled his dick out of my throat and let it rest on my tongue, the last few shots of his heavy load landing in my mouth. My taste buds exploded. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. It was his essence, and I knew I would be hooked on it for the rest of my life.Another deep moan left my lips as I devoured his offering and then dove back down, taking him back into my throat. At that moment, I felt weight shift on top of me and his dad freed his hard prick, unloading onto my back. I ran my tongue along the length of Mike's cock, savoring every flavor I found there. I cleaned every inch and found every ridge and vein, not wanting to miss a drop of him.

"Fuck. I'm going to go clean up and give you two some privacy. And don't worry faggot, you will get plenty of chances at my cock later tonight." With that, his dad left the room and I heard the shower turn on a few seconds later. I looked up at Mike, still nestled between his strong, hairy legs. He was resting his head against the wall, eyes closed. As I moved to get up, he curled one leg over my cum covered back and held me in place.

"Did I say you could move slut?" He looked down at me. "You are going to stay right there. Since you couldn't wait to get to know my body this morning, we are going to get you fully acquainted. Open." I did, and he placed the head of his cock back in my mouth. "Suck it faggot. we got all day."