... Michael smirked and spoke nonchalantly to the perfect stranger in the adjacent booth.
"Tell me if you've ever even HEARD anything like this. One of my slaves was experiencing pretty severe withdrawal symptoms...
"Withdrawal?"
"Yeah, once they're addicted into human cocksleeves and I find some other guy whose life I want to ruin. Jake was really struggling when I moved out and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse to get me back, even for a little while. He convinced his dad and brother to come visit for a week. It took three days but ...."
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Roger Penrose groaned and tried to think how events had led to this moment. He watched in shock as his son Jake's roommate, Michael, fucked his other son Tommy in the ass on Jake's own bed. Tommy lay flat on his stomach as Michael drove almost a foot of the thickest dick Roger had ever seen in and out of his virgin hole, his face pressed into the sheets, turned in the direction of his father. Tommy's eyes were unfocused and all he seemed capable of doing was weakly grunting every time Michael slammed into him.
Michael stopped his thrusting, his monster cock buried to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck, Tommy boy! Y'know, if I was blindfolded, I think I could still tell that you and Jakey were brothers because your assholes grip me the same way."
Michael's bellows of laughter were evil personified. He started long-dicking the older Penrose brother again.
Roger remembered how excited he and Tommy had been to take the flight out to visit Jake. It had been two years since they'd all been together. Jake had seemed different. Withdrawn, meek, and guilty looking. And seemingly subservient to his old roommate, Michael, who was also gonna be staying over during the visit.
Roger had felt a little jealous, hoping to maximize the time spent with just him and his two sons but that feeling had ebbed quickly. Michael was friendly, intelligent, well mannered, and he knew how to have a good time.
The patriarch of the Penrose family didn't think he could really keep pace with the three young men but the drinks were always flowing, the joints were always at hand, and when Michael offered to do some lines, Roger didn't want to be hypocritical. Like so many others, he had dabbled in coke in his youth and he was too wasted to muster some dusty old anti-drug homily.
The first night Roger had slept in Michael's old room and Michael, Jake and Tommy had all stayed in Jake's. The two rooms were adjacent and Roger half-remembered waking to some strange noises coming through the walls and his dreams were troubled.
The next morning, Michael was the only one who didn't look haggard from the previous night's festivities. Both Jake and Tommy looked utterly exhausted, Tommy, especially. And what was weirder was that Tommy's lips and the skin area around his mouth looked chapped and almost raw. And Tommy's eyes had the look of someone who had been crying for a great length of time.
When Roger had asked Tommy if he was alright, Tommy's "Yeah, sure" seemed like it was coming from a mile away and he didn't make eye contact with his father for the reply or for the rest of their late breakfast.
When they'd all showered and gotten ready to go out to catch a baseball game, Michael had said he and Tommy weren't 100% and they were gonna hang back and keep recovering. Roger was disappointed but it was only a few hours out of the whole week and he was looking forward to some one on one time with Jake.
If only he'd known what Michael could do to Tommy with a few hours of one-on-one time, he would never have left him behind.
Now, it was too late. Far too late.
There was a second night of hard partying which he didn't remember huge chunks of and a third in which he'd blacked out pretty quickly only to find himself awakening to witness the previously unthinkable.
In his booze-and-drug addled brain, Roger really took notice of Michael's body. Michael was built to dominate, 6 foot 2, heavily muscled with the look of endurance training, as well. He had always been able to aesthetically appreciate the male form but something about Michael's presence and the way he moved and spoke made Roger appreciate his physique in a new way.
Michael had one huge hand pressing Tommy's face into the mattress and the other held both of Tommy's wrists behind him at the small of his back while he never broke the rhythm of his downward thrusts.
"Have you thought about my proposal some more? It's pretty generous, I think. Win-win!"
Roger whimpered and tested the ropes tying his hands and feet to the chair which had been brought into the bedroom and positioned about 8 feet away from the bed. No good. Not even a little give. He should have felt a little more self-conscious about being naked but that was far from the most fucked up thing about this scenario.
He was so ashamed. He was starting to consider accepting Michael's proposal.
His eyes drifted down from the depravity on the bed to the depravity directly in front of him. Since the moment he'd awoken tied this chair, forced to watch Tommy being defiled by this twisted sadist, his other son Jake had been naked on his hands and knees enthusiastically blowing him.
And after all the initial yelling in horror and revulsion and then all the twisting and turning in his restraints, Roger had learned a terrible, horrifying truth; his son Jake could suck a mean dick.
Roger had already been semi-hard from whatever had preceded the blackout and getting tied to the chair. But within the first minute, Jake had licked and sucked him to full rigidity. For the next 15 minutes, Jake had maintained a steady, slow rhythm bobbing up and down on his 7 inches. And for the last hour or so, it was impossible to tell how much time had really passed, Jake had alternated between that slow deliberate bobbing and giving Roger's shaft and balls the most exquisite tongue bath.
At some point, the slow buildup to orgasm had become uncomfortable, then it had become painful, and finally, Roger had been groaning in agony. His balls were full to bursting and he needed release.
"Isn't Jake amazing? The first time he sucked me off he could only take about 4 inches before gagging and he was way too impatient for my load. But I taught you that good things come for cunts who wait, didn't I?"
Jake responded with his lips in his father's pubes deepthroating the cock that had sired him with a moan (the vibrations felt amazing) and a garbled "um-huhn."
"He can do that all night, Mr. Penrose. Would you like that?"
"You're sick! Oh, god, fuck!"
"I'm used to getting blown by Jake all night but you don't look so great. Do you need to blow your load? In your son's mouth?"
Roger gritted his teeth and shook his head. Jake's tongue began sliding back and forth under the head of his dick (it had taken Jake's mother months to figure out that that was a weak point of his when they had started dating in college. His son was a fast learner and a far superior cocksucker).
Michael gripped Tommy's hair tight and pulled his head off the mattress as far as it would go. Tommy groaned in pain and... something else...., gritting his teeth. Michael went from deep-dicking his tight ass to shorter thrusts buried almost all the way in.
"It seems like we both want some satisfaction so I'll make you a deal. If you beg me, really sincerely beg me to cum deep in your son's ass, then I'll allow Jake to finish you off with that oh-so-talented mouth of his. Sounds fair?"
"Fuck you!"
"Brave words. Let's give it another half hour."
At some point in the next half hour, Roger had managed to push past the pain of his full-to-bursting balls and had roared defiance at Michael and Jake. Then, he had hurled homophobic slurs at his son and the young man who'd turned him out, denounced both of them as perverted freaks. Then he had begun begging Jake to untie him and help him end this insanity. All the while, Jake had seemed deaf to his words. The only time he would stop giving the most succulent blowjob of Roger's life was to briefly take a swig of water from a nearby bottle before resuming the oral plearuring.
And then, after all the condemnations and bigoted statements towards his own son, the ultimate humiliation (for the next five minutes or so).
"Please, Jake. Make me cum. Please!"
Roger's abject humiliation had about as much effect on Jake as all the other things he'd said.
