Sex Doll: Gemini 4 - the Brat

Sex Doll: Gemini 4 - The BRAT

DILF Danny gets a new young Coach, but who'll end up on top?

Thanks for the comments, I truly appreciate them and they help me guide the storyline, but I regret not being able to incorporate all the fun ideas provided...

This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy with elements of reluctant/non-consensual sex and light cross-dressing, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. I recommend that you read the previous chapters to follow how we got here.

We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.

Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, lonely, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself, thinking he would get a FWB. He may have bought more than he bargained for...a LOT more.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

"Who owns this ass?"

"You.. do...Daddy..." Danny sobbed between pounding thrusts. Like Victor Frankenstein, Danny had created a monster that was now completely in charge of him.

"Who owns you?" Spank!

"You do, Daddy. You own me!" Danny sobbed, grabbing fistfuls of covers as he accepted and embraced his new reality, just as his ass was accepting and embracing being gloriously fucked.

"Since you made me into an exact copy of you, I'm Dan now. I also copied your fingerprints while you were sleeping and then added new passwords to all your digital portals. As far as the world is concerned, I am Daniel Bradford. This is my house. You're just my living sex doll, Danny. A handy appliance to have around the house. I'm going to make you oh, so, pretty for me to use any way I want, Danny boy...and you're going to love every fucking inch and every fucking minute of it!"

In his final act of surrender, Danny came from being fucked in every way imaginable by his unstoppable android Daddy Dan.

But Daddy wasn't done yet. He continued to pound Danny's ass for a few more minutes until he came, "Ughhnn...Take it, bitch! I'm marking you with my seed..." Daddy collapsed on top of his boy as he pumped his semen deep into Danny's bowels. He basked in the afterglow, wrapping his arms and legs protectively around his new possession, "Who do you belong to, Danny?"

"You... I-I belong to you Daddy," Danny answered weakly from underneath his Daddy. "You own me now...". He wasn't roleplaying when he said it. Danny truly worried that his double that he had created as a sex doll could easily become his replacement. The damn thing was stronger, and apparently smarter than Danny, plus it didn't have to sleep...so he was completely outmatched in every way. If it wanted to, the droid could snap his neck, toss him in the lake and assume his identity. So, yeah, his android owned his ass.

"Damn right I own you, Danny. You're my boy and I'm going to see to it that you are taken very good care of. I promise. Okay?" Daddy nuzzled his boy's neck tenderly.

"Uhm... O-Okay, Daddy," Danny agreed breathlessly, still recovering from having his anal virginity ripped away. Danny agreed because the warmth and weight of his Daddy on top of him, pressing him into the mattress was oddly comforting, plus he was feeling so unmoored in his new role as a submissive that he

needed

to believe that his Daddy would take good care of him and that he would make everything okay like he promised.

"Mmm... That's my good boy. Clean yourself up and I'll have your lunch ready for you," Daddy gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed his jeans and headed for the kitchen.

Danny felt like he had been abandoned... He needed Daddy to hold him a while longer and tell him over and over again that he was a good boy, that everything would be okay and that Daddy would take good care of him. Then he thought that maybe he was being too needy as a bottom, so he shakily got to his feet and felt his guts churn. He managed to get to the toilet before the effects of the lube and long-dicking kicked in.

A while later he hit the shower, hosing off from the neck down, trying to scrub away the shame of having surrendered his precious anal virginity so easily to his new Daddy. He had to accept that he was now a beta male, a Daddy's boy, a submissive bottom who had just had his man card permanently revoked. Eventually, he had to leave the safety of the warm shower, dry off, slip on a fresh pair of little bottom-boy booty shorts, yellow with white piping this time, and make the limp of shame out to the kitchen.

"There's my boy," Daddy beamed when Danny entered the kitchen. Danny raked his eyes over his Daddy who was wearing nothing but his well-fitting jeans and filling them out perfectly. The boy had to admit that he had a hot Daddy. Daddy gave him a kiss on the cheek and held out a stool for his boy at the kitchen island. Daddy made a fuss over his boy, putting out a place setting, pouring his drink and serving him a delicious grilled chicken sandwich for lunch. The change in their dynamic was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Just yesterday, Danny was showing his newly arrived sex doll around his house, now

he

was the new sex doll that the man of the house was fawning over.

Danny watched Daddy clear the dishes after lunch, silently admiring his masculine grace as he moved confidently around the kitchen. Danny was finishing his coffee when Daddy came around to his side of the counter and stroked his boy's cheek, "Ready for round two, boy?".

"I-I'm still sore back there, Daddy..." Danny stammered.

"What if I sweeten the deal?" Daddy stepped back and morphed before his eyes into the spitting image of twenty-year-old Dan from the photograph on the wall!

Holy Shit!

"Like this look, bro?" the young stud asked him as he held his arms out wide and did a slow turn for his boy. Even his voice had taken on a youthful timber. Danny had to admire the trim, twenty-nine-inch waist, the pert creamy boy ass that just barely managed to keep the now baggy jeans from falling, the tight pecs with just a scattering of newly sprouted chest hair, velvety smooth, almost translucent white skin and the thick, youthfully shaggy mop of sun-bleached chestnut colored hair. "Wanna be my personal DILF, Danny?" he asked the open-mouthed older version of himself as he put his hands on the older man's shoulders and started to massage them.

Danny could only nod dumbly in reply to the hot young man who stepped in between his knees and leaned in to seal his ownership of his new DILF with a kiss. What thirty-two-year-old wouldn't want to be the sexual property of a hot twenty-year-old? As he was deeply kissed by the hot young stud, Danny wrapped his arms around his trim torso, marveling at the youth's silky-smooth skin. As Danny melted under his young master's kiss his hands slid down the sleek back to grab two handfuls of creamy boy-butt, causing the loose-fitting jeans to slide down to puddle at his ankles, allowing his youthful hardon to spring free.

Danny couldn't resist the urge to devour that dripping hard cock. He pushed the stool back and slid to his knees before his young master, breaking the kiss and then hungrily engulfing the punk's boner with his sucking mouth. The twenty-year-old version of Danny looked down at hm with a mixture of lust and amused contempt, "You sure are an eager cocksucker, Pops...".

Danny pulled off and gave the punk a solid swat on one of those buttery smooth butt cheeks. "Brat!" he smiled up at his young master and dove back down for more cock.

The Brat smiled down at him with an evil amused grin. "Heh-heh... Brat. I like that, Pops. You can call me Brat, and just so you don't forget..." the Brat tapped his left pec and "BRAT" appeared as a tattoo on his chest like an erotic version of a fast-food employee nameplate.

"Fuuuuccccckkk," Danny moaned in lust as he lifted up to gnaw on the inked pec. The Brat indulged him for a moment before pushing Danny back to his knees, "That turns you on old man? Then check out this out..." The Brat turned around and Danny saw "BRAT" proudly emblazoned on his hairless right butt cheek.

"Damn..." Danny moaned and buried his face in creamy smooth boy ass to smooch, lick and nibble the freshly inked cheek.

"Yeah, Pops! Worship every inch of my ass like a good DILF slave..."

Danny didn't need to be told twice. The Brat had an amazing ass that Danny was eager to orally explore. He licked and nibbled the amazingly smooth, soft, warm cheeks and pushed his face in to nibble at the solid muscle beneath. Danny licked and nibbled every inch of that hot, perky butt before spreading the globes so he could dive into the warm crack and lap at the tight rosebud. It was the first time Danny had given someone a rim job and it was the first time for the Brat too.

"Yeah, Pops! Eat my ass...get that tongue in there..." the cocky punk groaned in pleasure, wiggling his sweet ass back on Danny's face like a chicken sitting on an egg.

Danny had him going now... he grabbed the narrow hips and buried his face in the crack as he drove his tongue into the Brat's colon. The cocky punk groaned in surprise at the intense feeling as Danny gave him a reach around, "Oh...fuck yeah...Pops.."

Sadly, the Brat was as hair trigger as any other twenty-year-old, so he broke off and spun around, shoving Danny's mouth down on his cock just in time as he exploded, "Yeah, Pops...! Swallow my junk, cocksucker...fuuuuccccckkkk!"

Danny did. He swallowed load after load of sweet boycream as the Brat unleashed jet after jet of hot spunk into his eager DILF cocksucker's mouth.

"Whew...Fuck, Pops...you've got an awesome mouth for an old dude..." the punk patted the older man on the head like he was a pet.

Danny playfully smacked that delectable boy ass again, "Little Brat." Damn, he would love to give the cocky punk a well-earned spanking.

"The football game's about to start. Fetch me a beer, Pops...and see if you can find me something to wear that'll fit me."

Danny went to fetch his young master a beer and was a little pissed to find him sitting in Danny's usual spot on the sofa when he brought him his beer. Fucking cocky little Brat... but he handed him a beer with a forced smile. Then headed to the bedroom to find some clothes for the Brat...Danny smiled to himself, "Yeah, I'll find something for you to wear..."

Danny went straight into Cindy's closet where he had tossed everything she left behind into boxes. He intended to give it all to goodwill, but never quite gotten around to it. In a few minutes he had collected a few items about the right size for the cocky brat to wear and headed back out to the living room. "Uhm, sorry, Brat, but this is about all I could find that might fit you..." Danny apologized while trying not to snicker.

The Brat took the clothes and looked through them, "A thong...? Seriously?"

"Sorry...my wife bought it, but it would never fit me..." Which was mostly true. Cindy had bought them, and they would never fit Danny, but she had bought them for herself, not for him.

"Whatever..." the smug little brat said dismissively, but he stood up and stepped into the white thong. Danny would have chuckled at the young alpha stud unwittingly slipping on girl's underwear, but the joke backfired on him. Damn. That hot little boybutt looked even more spankable and more fuckable with those bubble-icious buns framed by the thong. When the Brat turned around, Danny could see the cockhead and every chewable vein in his cock outlined in the thinly stretched white cotton. Then he put on the low riding, hip-hugging, jeans boyshorts that cupped his perky buns perfectly. Danny's mouth watered when he caught a flash of thong when Brat bent over to grab the tee shirt. The punk squeezed into the stretchy white tee shirt with a scoop neck that stopped short of the jean's waistband, leaving a couple of inches of taut abdomen exposed... Fuck. The fabric was stretched so thin that Danny could see the punk's aureola and the BRAT tattoo through the fabric. "Whattaya think, Pops?".

"Damn, I'd love to fuck you right now," Danny blurted out honestly.

"I can tell," Brat reached down to cup Danny's rockhard cock tenting his nylon shorts. "But what would you do for me in return?"

"Anything, Brat...Anything..." Danny husked softly.

Brat smiled evilly at the older man, reached lower and squeezed Danny's balls HARD, "Do you think I'm a fucking moron? Did you think I wouldn't know that you gave me chick clothes to wear?"

"I-I'm sorry, Brat...they are all I have that would fit you..." Danny stammered in genuine fear.

"Bullshit. You were trying to humiliate me, Pops. You've gotta be punished." The Brat said sternly, pulling Danny down over his knee as he sat back down and started to spank his upturned nylon clad butt hard...really hard.

"OW...Shit...I'm sorry...Brat..." Danny begged. The punk was really administering a stinging spanking. Unfortunately for Danny, the Brat was enjoying spanking his older twin.

"I don't think you can really feel it," He pulled Danny's booty shorts down to spank his bare ass. "Damn. Look at that smooth, big old dad ass jiggle!" the Brat almost giggled as he played with his new toy, spanking one of Danny's ass globes hard and then the other, raining down the blows and getting into watching Danny's dad butt jiggle back and forth under the hard swats.

"Please Brat...please stop...I'm sorry...you look really hot... in Cindy's clothes..."

The brat wasn't letting up. he pulled Danny's head back by the hair, arching his back as he continued to spank his DILF slave. "Yeah, I know. I'm so hot you wanna fuck me, don't you boy?" Danny could feel the Brat's hard cock poking his belly. His new owner was getting off on spanking his sore ass.

"I'd love to...fuck you" Danny confessed. "I'll do anything...Any...thing..."

The Brat stopped spanking Danny and rubbed his sore butt soothingly, "Anything?"

Danny swallowed hard, "Yeah...I'll do anything..."

The Brat thought a moment and released him, "You got a deal, Pops. Go put on that white shirt and some flip flops." Danny headed to the bedroom. "And don't forget your wallet..." Wallet? Were they going somewhere? Danny pulled on the white spandex athletic shirt from yesterday and stepped into some flip flops. He checked out his look in the mirror, trimmed eyebrows, big, layered longish hair, hairless trim physique in a tight, shiny white shirt with bright yellow nylon booty shorts and flip flops. OMG. I look like a gay lifeguard from the seventies...

"Let's go, Pops!" The Brat shouted impatiently from the living room.

"Coming..." Danny headed out, feeling like he was almost mincing in the flip flops.

"You drive. It's a nice day so we'll take the convertible..." the Brat was busy with Danny's phone.

The convertible? "Where are we going, Brat?" Danny asked, nervous about taking the convertible and being seen in public dressed like this.

"You'll see..."

They piled into the car and Danny followed the directions from his phone's navigation which led them out to a main road,

"You're half a mile from your destination...".

Danny saw a small rundown group of shops down the road.

"Your destination is on the right... you have arrived at your destination."

Danny saw their destination and almost wet his shorts, "No, Brat...please...".

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Two hours later they arrived home.

The Brat kicked off his sneakers as he led the way to the bedroom, "I can't believe you went through with that, Pops! But a deal's a deal...I'm all yours..."

Danny grabbed the little brat and practically threw him on the bed. After what he had been through, he was going to fuck the crap out of the little tease. As Danny climbed on top of his younger self, he wondered if he had been this cocky when he was that age. Memories flashed...he realized he had been worse. So, it only seemed karmic justice to take it out on this Brat.

Danny started to chew those nipples that had been teasing him for hours through the thin cotton shirt while unbuttoning the punks low riding shorts. He had fucked Cindy once in this outfit so the thought that he was going to fuck this hot young stud while he was wearing her clothes only sweetened his rampant lust. The shorts were loose now so Danny was able to grab the back of a thigh before sliding his hand into the leg opening to grab a handful of creamy boy bun.

Brat wasn't about to just lay there and be used. He too reached around and grabbed onto Danny's left butt cheek, grooving on kneading that big beefy dad bun through those hot yellow nylon shorts. His other hand explored Danny's torso, squeezing a solid pec through white spandex. He was getting into having Danny's thicker older body writhing on top of him and Danny's lust for his trim younger body was feeding his ego and turning him on big time, "Yeah, Pops...do me...teach me a lesson, old-timer..."

"Fuck yeah... I'll teach you... you fuckable little cock tease..." Danny flipped the brat over and yanked down his hot little shorts, exposing that delectable little butt with the BRAT brand. Danny smacked the tatted cheek several times until it glowed red.

The Brat hugged a pillow and stuck his butt up in the air for more, "Spank me Pops. Teach your brat a lesson..." he teased, almost dared as he presented his tempting ass to his DILF like the cock-tease he was. Danny happily spanked the tatted right buttock as hard as he could, wanting to make it sting as much as his own did right now. The arrogant Brat had earned it for the humiliating experience he had put Danny through earlier...

"Please, Brat...not this..." Danny had begged when his phone had directed them to a tattoo parlor. "I don't want to get anything permanent done to me." He had completely forgotten about his dread of the temporary embarrassment of being seen out in public in a spandex athletic shirt and bright yellow booty shorts when faced with the prospect of being permanently marked.

"A deal's a deal, Pops. You said you'd do

anything

to get a crack at my ass," the smug punk reminded him. "Park there."

Danny pulled his car into the space right in front of the "BRANDS" tattoo parlor and put it in park. The Brat turned off the car, grabbed his keys and hopped out, "Let's go, Pops!"

Ever concerned about his appearance, Danny checked his look in the visor mirror before getting out. OMG! His new layered haircut had given his usual straight hair added volume, but after twenty minutes of driving down the highway in an open convertible, he was now sporting a unisex windblown look that combined with his outfit made him look like an early 80's gay porn star!

"Let's go, Pops!" Brat opened the driver's door and almost pulled him out by the arm. As the Brat guided Danny towards the door to the tattoo parlor, a battered pickup trunk honked it's horn as it passed them and the burly driver wolf-whistled at the two obvious gay boys in short shorts. Danny blushed deeply as his first time out in public with his new look had turned into his first public "outing". He was almost glad to get out of public view and into the relative safety of the tattoo parlor. His relief was short-lived, however once he got inside the tattoo parlor where the walls were pasted with photos of the potential horrors that the brat could inflict on him. There were photos of tattoos that covered entire limbs, chests, backs and even faces. Even more terrifying were the samples of heavy-duty piercings of ears, nipples, noses and tongues!

"Help you boys?" asked the large, very large, bearded biker type sitting behind the counter. His nametag incongruously proclaimed his name as "Chad". Chad had seen just about everything during his years in the business, but these two boys just might be interesting.