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'Son-in-law gets a hard breeding from two old studs.'
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Hugo was ready to relax on that Sunday morning. The week had been slow and turbulent with his pregnant-to-the-brims wife ready to burst, and there was a month to go still. She had needs, and Hugo did his best to satisfy each one, going to the grocery for the tiniest desire, or the drugstore at any second of the day, even her libido was on an all time high.
Today, she had been shipped off to her parent's house. Her mother was an angel, trying to do everything herself, visiting every day. When she was present, Hugo relaxed. Those visits also brought Dante close.
While the women took care of themselves, the men could spend time together. They had to be furtive. A blowjob in the garage was the most dangerous thing they did while their wives were in the house. Hugo had been angry because his father-in-law continued with their charade where he would humiliate Hugo in front of the others. It began in the Gym a few days ago. Hugo realized he liked a little humiliation only because he could pay back, and that blowjob in the garage was his payback for Dante's condescending tone, patronizing comments, jokes about his job, about his body.
It was so outrageous that his daughter told him to stop, almost having a fight, while Hugo was having a secret erection.
He took his father-in-law to the garage and told him to kneel. He ignored the apologies, grasped his hair and pushed his hard dick inside his mouth. He watched as the father-in-law bobbed and drooled all over it.
On that Sunday morning, the Mrs. was staying with her mother. Dante took her there but would be back. It had been Hugo's idea, he would try to 'reconnect' with his father-in-law. The women thought a great idea.
But Phil would be coming too.
Dante had invited him Yesterday at the gym, after he put on a show of humiliation that really pleased the old chump. Dante had slapped Hugo in the face in front of him by the end, not too hard, but showing superiority. Hugo bit his inner cheek, holding his anger inside, and flustered. Phil was fascinated at how tame Hugo behaved, lowering his head and accepting the slap like a good dog. For a moment, he looked at Dante like he was a rockstar.
Hugo was in the lawn of his backyard, grilling a slice of ham and sausages. He was shirtless, droplets of moisture going down his hairy belly from the sun and heat. He wore light shorts, revealing a third of his thigh. He was feeling warm, exposed and sexy.
A gust of wind made his skin shiver. He turned over the meat on the grill basket with a spatula and went to sit down by the table where he had left his beer. That was where Dante and Phil found him when they arrived at the backyard.
"Wow, it's smelling fantastic," Phil said. Hugo stood to shake his hand. "How you doing, son?"
"Very good," I said, smiling. "Glad you came, Phil."
They were both wearing shorts. Phil was about Hugo's height, where Dante was like a tower. Hugo arranged chairs for them under the shade of a parasol and grabbed more beers. He was making a show, of course. He wanted to appear subservient. Dante was in on it.
"Don't give him compliments," Dante said, smiling cruelly. "I don't want to spoil him." Phil looked at Hugo to see his reaction, expecting something, any kind of resistance. He was always impressed when Hugo just accepted to be talked down to. Hugo was furious. He would remember everything later when it was payback time. But for now, he lowered his head. They all sat down and began nibbling at the food.
"This is so strange," Phil said between a chuckle. He looked at father and son-in-law like two weird beasts. He turned to Dante. "So...Hugo is really your..."
"My bitch," Dante said. Again they looked at Hugo, who lowered his head. Phil laughed.
"God, this is hilarious. However did you manage?"
"I knew just by looking at him. Son of a bitch thought he could fuck my daughter. Well, I made sure he knew who the man of the family was."
Phil was impressed.
"Damn," he said. "Damn."
"He got something right, though," Dante said. "It's damn hot today." Dante removed his shirt, revealing wide-shoulders, flat and hairy abdomen, and defined chest. Phil followed suit, and he was also not bad to look at. He had specks of blond hair in the middle of his chest, making a trail all the way down. His body a bit chubby but very muscular too.
Feeling a stiff in his junk, Hugo got up to tend the meat and left the two older men to have a conversation between themselves. They talked about Hugo like he wasn't even there, hearing everything. It was very arousing.
"Did you know what he did? He complained to my daughter, and we almost had a fight. The little shit. I almost smacked his face right there to show those women what this little bitch really is. But I held myself."
Phil's chuckle seemed forced. "How...does he just take these stuff?"
"Man, don't worry about him. I'm telling you, he's in my pocket. I think maybe he likes it."
"Likes it?" Phil said with a tone of voice that indicated that he didn't think it was possible. "No way."
Hugo went back to the table with a few sausages on a plate. His cheeks were burning from embarrassment.
"Yeah. He's gonna serve us today. And you won't hear a word of complaint. Will we?"
"No, sir. I love serving you." His voice was shaky from the thrill. He was both in control and totally losing it. "You too," Hugo said to Phil, who was taken aback. He smiled broadly.
"I'll be damned. You are a little bitch."
"There you go," Dante said. "You can call him that when we are alone."
"Okay," Phil said. "Bitch boy, go grab me another beer."
When Hugo stood up, both men gasped. His cock was tenting the shorts. They laughed at me. Dante leading the charge, making Hugo feel like hiding. That was the thrill. Shame seemed to burn his skin, but he managed to let it go.
"Fuck me! Dante, did you see that? He likes it. Do you think he's a little on the faggy side?" Hugo heard Phil ask before he entered the house. He didn't hear Dante's response. But he did hear them laugh out loud.
Poor Phil. He was getting pulled to the faggy side in that very moment and didn't know it.
Hugo brought them beers. He was aware of the looks towards his crotch which was still damning. It did not look good for a good married boy. He sat down.
"Get up," Dante said. "You can't sit down anymore. Stand up so we can see your shame, pussy boy."
Phil snorted.
Hugo stood upright and so did his cock inside his shorts. He couldn't hide it. Dante stared at it, but Phil seemed uncomfortable even though he clearly wanted to.
"I broke him," Dante told Phil. "See, look at him. He's mine."
Phil's eyes went down to his plate, as if he was conflicted. Dante was talking some homoerotic innuendos mixed with male domination.
"Are you fruity?" Phil asked. Very direct.
"No, sir!" Hugo said.
"Then why do you have a boner right now, little bitch?" Phil continued, and Dante only smiled and let him.
