Adam's Dad - Part 5

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

My wrists were bound to the legs of the coffee table. My knees were bunched up under my chest, keeping my fucked ass still presented to the men. Dilly finished tying me down, and stood back to admire his work.

“Ain’t no escaping now” he chuckled, and I almost smiled to myself. As if I wanted to escape, anyway.

They all sat down behind me. I couldn’t even see them now, but they could certainly see me.

“He’s got a nice hole” Ray said, “I reckon we can fix that before the night’s out”.

“The night hasn’t even started” Tom replied, and more beers cracked open as they enjoyed the sight of my leaking pussy whilst his warm load began to ooze from me.

What had I become? Two nights ago, I’d only ever dreamt of something as depraved as this. Adam’s dad was indeed the hottest man I’d ever known, but up until now, he was a fantasy. A secret. A wet dream that nobody in the world knew about. Now I lay bound to his coffee table with his cum buried inside me.

“How far you think he’ll go?” Mike asked, and I heard a cigarette lighter click, and then got the sharp stench of smoke as he walked around to me. “Huh, Slut Puppy?” He smiled, crouching down and blowing the smoke into my face. “How much of a fucking slut are you?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Mike, too, had entered my dirty dreams more than once, but unlike with Tom, I’d never allowed myself to dwell on him. He was almost part of the family by now.

“Answer me you little shit” he said, and slapped me across the cheek. My cock swelled at the treatment.

“I’ll do anything” I breathed, because it was true. Despite the fact that I didn’t have much say in the matter, I’d let these men do whatever they wanted to me. In fact, I’d beg them to.

“Is that so?” He grinned, pushing his thumb into my warm, wet mouth, “you’ll do anything, huh?”

“Yes sir” I mumbled, sucking his salty flesh.

“We’ll see about that” he whispered, leaning close, “we’ll see how naughty you really are, Noah”.

They took a short break and spoke casually about things that you’d hear at the bar. Dilly complained about his wife and kids. Tom spoke about a football game. Mike and Ray argued over who started the bar fight a week prior, and all the while, my naked body silently begged for more abuse.

“You ready for round two, Slut Puppy?” Tom asked, slapping my ass.

“Yes sir”.

“Dilly, you tied him down so he’s all yours”.

Dilly rubbed his hands together. He wasn’t the most handsome man in the room, but he wasn’t unattractive, either. He was rugged, in a I shower when I feel like it type of way, but I didn’t mind.

He was already naked from the waist down. His cock grew in front of me, until it reached it’s maximum length. “You like the smell, Slut Puppy?” He asked, rubbing his wet helmet across my upper lip.

“Yes sir” I replied, because it was true. The ripe musk from his sweaty junk wafted up my nose with each breath, and caused the pool to deepen where my hard cock strained against my thighs.

He pushed it between my lips and his sharp taste filled me. At the back, I felt the coolness of a beer bottle being slid around my rim.

“I bet Slut Puppy’s real thirsty” Ray said, edging the neck of the bottle into my swollen hole, “what say we give him a drink?”

The cold beer glugged into my used rectum, filling me up as I gagged on Dilly’s cock. I felt my insides tingle as it fizzed, and slowly my bowels were inflated.

“Gotta add my own juice in there, I think” Mike announced, and I turned back to watch him as he stripped from his clothes.

“Oi!” Dilly barked, grabbing my hair and forcing me back to him, “you keep your eyes on this cock you little slut!”

“Yes –”

He rammed it back into my throat and held me in place as I choked.

“Yeah, keep him like that” Mike said, and slapped my wet hole with his half hard rod. “This is what he was born for”.

I moaned as he pushed his head into me. Feeling my sphincter clamp down around Mike’s cock was like nothing I’d ever expected before. What would our relationship be like after this?

“Hope you’re not feeling too full, Slut Puppy” he said, “because I ain’t fucking you just yet”.

I felt his cock expand inside me, and suddenly the cold beer was replaced by something warmer. Mike was pissing in me.

I groaned as my bowels reached capacity. I felt them bulge and strain, but Mike kept pissing until my eyes rolled back from the pain.

“Yeah, he’s nice and full now” he said, and dragged his cock out. “You got something to plug him with?”

Tom got to his feet and left the room, and by the time he came back, Dilly was shooting his load onto my face. It was thicker than the others’, and strung from my eyebrows to my nose, cheek and lips. I felt the heavy warmth of it as it glued to me.

“Found this” he said, holding up one of Adam’s small rubber dumbbells that he used to use.

“That should do” Mike said, and took it off him, before edging one of the larger sides into my burning asshole. I gasped and groaned as he stretched me, and let out a sigh of relief when he slid the skinnier handle all the way inside, plugging me completely.

“Alright Slut Puppy” Tom said, pulling my legs from under me so that I lay flat on my stomach. “Time to tenderise the meat”.

The belt crashed down between my shoulder blades. I hissed with the pain, but now my cock was pressed against the cold wood, and I was certain that a few more strikes and I’d shoot my load up my chest.

Another one. I wasn’t sure who was responsible, though, because all four men stood around me with their belts in their hands.

One belt licked my ass and made me grunt. Another lashed the back of my thigh. Two hit at the same time, welting my lower back. They went again, each of them belting me with force. Again after that. I was close. I was so very close to orgasm, until someone ran their belt across the sole of my foot, and I growled in pain.

“Oh, Slut Puppy doesn’t like his feet being tortured” Mike laughed, “Dilly get some more rope, maybe he’ll prefer something a little… Funnier”.

I twisted my head and tried to find Mike. What did he mean funnier? Tom whacked my ass and I yelped once more.

By the time Dilly returned, the entire backside of my body was burning. They all stopped as my ankles were tied together and bound to the table.

“Such soft little soles” Mike said, as they stood around me. I felt his fingertip slide down my left foot, and tried desperately to jerk it away. My feet didn’t move an inch.

“What’s up, bud?” He grinned, “you didn’t like the belt, so I thought I’d be a little more gentle”. He trailed his finger lightly up my foot again, and the feeling made my toes curl.

“No!” I winced, as the sensitive tickle darted through me, “Mike…” I let out a laugh. It was an accident, but I couldn’t help it. “Mike!”

He laughed along, crawling his fingers up the flesh as I screamed with laughter.

“Mike, please!” I begged, my eyes filling with tears as I choked. I jerked my legs, yanked my arms, but I remained bound firmly.

“I think he likes it” Tom teased, slipping his fingers under my exposed armpit.

“No, Tom!” I screamed, barely catching my breath through the fit of giggles.

Dilly and Ray chuckled as sweat poured down my body. It was hell on earth, but the men continued to tickle me all over.

Tom tortured my feet in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. His touch was so soft, and yet, it was worse than the belt.

“BELT ME!” I screeched.

“Why would we hurt you when we can just play with you?” Tom asked, his fingers still digging into the warm flesh of my armpit.

Someone was squeezing my sides, sending darts of electricity through me as the tickle torture continued, until finally, as piss poured from my squirming body, Tom let up.

“Alright, I think Slut Puppy’s had his fun” he said, and I lay there, doused in sweat and urine, trying to catch my breath.

“You didn’t think it would all be enjoyable, did you Slut Puppy?” He grinned, dragging me up by my hair.

I looked deep into his perfect eyes and once again, my cock twitched.

“No sir” I breathed, and he smiled at me before waving his cock in my face.

“Suck, slut”.