Daddies Little Toy
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'So, you want us to top you then?' He said, looking me straight in the eye.
I looked away, 'Yes.'
'Yes what?' Said the one with the crooked nose, as he got up off the couch.
I glanced up, catching them both staring at me, grinning, enjoying my nervousness. 'Yes I want you both to top me.'
'Come on!' Retorted the one with the crooked nose, 'You said you were looking to be topped by two Daddies – so call us Daddy!'
It had started yesterday and as men do, the chat was brief. The message was 'Party?' with four pictures attached. I didn't know their names, but they were older than me, one of them hairy and carrying timber, the other lean like a jackal. At the time I didn't realise what party meant.
So the next day I was a back of nerves and I still was, as I stood in the front room of their flat, with the sun streaming through the blinds, thinking about turning tail and running.
Timber was already in front of me, but he moved closer, as Jackal moved behind me.
'Gonna give you a right fixing lad,' Said Timber, as he put his hands on my hips.
'Oh this is nice,' approved Jackal, as he patted and grabbed at my butt, 'Give him some poppers?'
'Aye,' Agreed Timber, as he pulled out a stubby bottle and unscrewed it, his eyes drilling into me.
I didn't look up until Timber's hand lifted my chin and held the bottle under my nose.
'Sniff,' He commanded, placing a finger over my nostril, 'This will make you feel right lad.'
I sniffed, a lengthy hit of this chemical mixture.
'Again,' He demanded, as Jackal lowered my tracksuit bottoms.
At this point I felt a deep thrum inside my body, building and building until it was soaring inside my skull.
With the bottle away, Timber started french kissing me, forcing his tongue inside my mouth, his stubble grazing my tender cheeks.
I was overwhelmed, powerless and about to be used and I loved it. My arms subconsciously d****d around Timber's neck and I poked my butt in the air giving it to Jackal.
'Very nice!' exclaimed Jackal as he spread my cheeks, 'He really wants it this one.' He bent down and spat on my exposed hole, 'He's tight and pink,' He Chimed in with, as he stood and started rubbing my hole with his finger in a circular motion and slapping it gently with his hand.
I was moaning and pushing back, accepting and wanting to be their slut.
'Let's get out the marching powder?' Queried Jackal.
Timber broke the embrace, 'Aye,' And led me over to the table.
'Strip off whilst we get ready' Said Jackal.
I striped off the rest of my clothes, my head still throbbing slightly from the chemical rush. Timber sorted out a few lines of white powder on the coffee table. Normally I would stay away from this sort of stuff, but after the poppers and the kissing, I was willing to do whatever they wanted. I stood there, naked, as Timber prepared the powder and Jackal undressed.
'Go on lad,' Said Timber, patting the floor.
I was shaking as I bent down over the table, my naked arse in the air.
'Go on, you'll have the best sex ever,' enthused Jackal, as he rubbed his hand up my thigh and cupped my butt.
Immediately after, I was rewarded with a sense of accomplishment, a euphoria and desire to get down and dirty with these two men.
'Oh! That's amazing,' I exclaimed, feeling Jackal's fingers explore my crack.
Timber pounced straight away, his uncut cock out and in my face. It was semi hard and about seven inches – but very fat! The girth must have been wider than an empty toilet roll. I engulfed as much as I could, tasting and getting lost in his scent.
'Good lad!' He said, gripping my hair and pushing me deeper onto his hardening member.
At this point Jackal had lubed up my arse and had his two index fingers in it, testing it and trying to stretch it open. I moaned into Timber's cock.
'Very nice. Very fucking nice,' marvelled Jackal, as he worked both index and middle fingers into my hole. 'Getting nice and loose. I think this young slut gets fucked a lot.'
'He's a good little cocksucker,' Said Timber, after huffing the poppers.
The poppers seemed to send him wild, as he was soon forcing his cock as deep as it would go. I was soon gasping and gagging for air, spit and cock juice over my face. He kept this up, keeping me on the edge and needing air, holding my head against his wiry pubes.
'Pass me the poppers,' Said Jackal, or at least I think he did, as I was too lost in my own world of this giant cock being rammed slowly down my throat.
The next thing I know is tension against my hole.
'Gonna fuck your pussy good,' Said Jackal, as I was given a lovely reprieve of licking and sucking Timber's salty tasting balls.
The head of Jackal's cock was thrust right in. I moaned like a little slut at this, arching my back for more. 'Oh, thank you Daddy!' I cried. With my mouth open, Timber stuffed his cock back in. I was truly lost, being bulldozed at either end, the sensations of a thick cock slamming into me and my mouth subdued by a hefty white shaft. Jackal would keep alternating the tempo and rhythm, each time sending wave and wave of pleasure into me.
'Let me have a turn,' Said Timber, pulling his cock away.
'About to cum!' Declared Jackal, but he stopped anyway. I felt empty and in need when he pulled his cock out, like a cat in heat.
Timber manhandled me, his strong powerful arms flipping me gently, but forcefully, onto my back. He lifted my legs and inspected my hole. He nodded, 'Good little slut this. Proper little bitch,' pulling on my flacid cock, which had shrunk to the size of a teat on a baby's bottle, 'Just how I like 'em.' He then whacked his cock against my hole, causing me to mewl and shift my weight against it. He plunged in, filling me up, as Jackal lowered his cock on top of me. I sucked away, tasting his pre-cum and my juices, not caring what these guys would do.
Jackal started face fucking me, thrusting his cock deep down my throat. I was spluttering and making gargling sounds as he muzzled me and soon he was ready, 'Take it bitch. Take my load!' He demanded, firing his seed down my throat. Jet after jet of hot salty cum filled my mouth and dribbled out the sides. He pulled out, wanking the last few drops onto my lips and then smeared his cock on my face.
Jackal climbed off and Timber started fucking me, his face stern and concentrated, sweat beading on his brow, 'Gonna breed you bitch,' he snarled, as his balls slapped harder and harder against me.
'Oh yes Daddy breed me. Give me your cum. Fill your slut with your cum. Make me yours,' I whimpered, as he got faster and deeper, his weight pinning me down.
He didn't say anything when he came, just a deep bear-like grunt, as he shot his wad inside me, collapsing on top of me.
You would think that was it, but they relaxed in front of the television, as I fetched them beers and kneeled at their feet, alternating between the two cocks as they required. The night went on and I was used and abused, fed on cum, white powder and poppers, until they kicked me out the next day, a tired and happy slut.
I looked away, 'Yes.'
'Yes what?' Said the one with the crooked nose, as he got up off the couch.
I glanced up, catching them both staring at me, grinning, enjoying my nervousness. 'Yes I want you both to top me.'
'Come on!' Retorted the one with the crooked nose, 'You said you were looking to be topped by two Daddies – so call us Daddy!'
It had started yesterday and as men do, the chat was brief. The message was 'Party?' with four pictures attached. I didn't know their names, but they were older than me, one of them hairy and carrying timber, the other lean like a jackal. At the time I didn't realise what party meant.
So the next day I was a back of nerves and I still was, as I stood in the front room of their flat, with the sun streaming through the blinds, thinking about turning tail and running.
Timber was already in front of me, but he moved closer, as Jackal moved behind me.
'Gonna give you a right fixing lad,' Said Timber, as he put his hands on my hips.
'Oh this is nice,' approved Jackal, as he patted and grabbed at my butt, 'Give him some poppers?'
'Aye,' Agreed Timber, as he pulled out a stubby bottle and unscrewed it, his eyes drilling into me.
I didn't look up until Timber's hand lifted my chin and held the bottle under my nose.
'Sniff,' He commanded, placing a finger over my nostril, 'This will make you feel right lad.'
I sniffed, a lengthy hit of this chemical mixture.
'Again,' He demanded, as Jackal lowered my tracksuit bottoms.
At this point I felt a deep thrum inside my body, building and building until it was soaring inside my skull.
With the bottle away, Timber started french kissing me, forcing his tongue inside my mouth, his stubble grazing my tender cheeks.
I was overwhelmed, powerless and about to be used and I loved it. My arms subconsciously d****d around Timber's neck and I poked my butt in the air giving it to Jackal.
'Very nice!' exclaimed Jackal as he spread my cheeks, 'He really wants it this one.' He bent down and spat on my exposed hole, 'He's tight and pink,' He Chimed in with, as he stood and started rubbing my hole with his finger in a circular motion and slapping it gently with his hand.
I was moaning and pushing back, accepting and wanting to be their slut.
'Let's get out the marching powder?' Queried Jackal.
Timber broke the embrace, 'Aye,' And led me over to the table.
'Strip off whilst we get ready' Said Jackal.
I striped off the rest of my clothes, my head still throbbing slightly from the chemical rush. Timber sorted out a few lines of white powder on the coffee table. Normally I would stay away from this sort of stuff, but after the poppers and the kissing, I was willing to do whatever they wanted. I stood there, naked, as Timber prepared the powder and Jackal undressed.
'Go on lad,' Said Timber, patting the floor.
I was shaking as I bent down over the table, my naked arse in the air.
'Go on, you'll have the best sex ever,' enthused Jackal, as he rubbed his hand up my thigh and cupped my butt.
Immediately after, I was rewarded with a sense of accomplishment, a euphoria and desire to get down and dirty with these two men.
'Oh! That's amazing,' I exclaimed, feeling Jackal's fingers explore my crack.
Timber pounced straight away, his uncut cock out and in my face. It was semi hard and about seven inches – but very fat! The girth must have been wider than an empty toilet roll. I engulfed as much as I could, tasting and getting lost in his scent.
'Good lad!' He said, gripping my hair and pushing me deeper onto his hardening member.
At this point Jackal had lubed up my arse and had his two index fingers in it, testing it and trying to stretch it open. I moaned into Timber's cock.
'Very nice. Very fucking nice,' marvelled Jackal, as he worked both index and middle fingers into my hole. 'Getting nice and loose. I think this young slut gets fucked a lot.'
'He's a good little cocksucker,' Said Timber, after huffing the poppers.
The poppers seemed to send him wild, as he was soon forcing his cock as deep as it would go. I was soon gasping and gagging for air, spit and cock juice over my face. He kept this up, keeping me on the edge and needing air, holding my head against his wiry pubes.
'Pass me the poppers,' Said Jackal, or at least I think he did, as I was too lost in my own world of this giant cock being rammed slowly down my throat.
The next thing I know is tension against my hole.
'Gonna fuck your pussy good,' Said Jackal, as I was given a lovely reprieve of licking and sucking Timber's salty tasting balls.
The head of Jackal's cock was thrust right in. I moaned like a little slut at this, arching my back for more. 'Oh, thank you Daddy!' I cried. With my mouth open, Timber stuffed his cock back in. I was truly lost, being bulldozed at either end, the sensations of a thick cock slamming into me and my mouth subdued by a hefty white shaft. Jackal would keep alternating the tempo and rhythm, each time sending wave and wave of pleasure into me.
'Let me have a turn,' Said Timber, pulling his cock away.
'About to cum!' Declared Jackal, but he stopped anyway. I felt empty and in need when he pulled his cock out, like a cat in heat.
Timber manhandled me, his strong powerful arms flipping me gently, but forcefully, onto my back. He lifted my legs and inspected my hole. He nodded, 'Good little slut this. Proper little bitch,' pulling on my flacid cock, which had shrunk to the size of a teat on a baby's bottle, 'Just how I like 'em.' He then whacked his cock against my hole, causing me to mewl and shift my weight against it. He plunged in, filling me up, as Jackal lowered his cock on top of me. I sucked away, tasting his pre-cum and my juices, not caring what these guys would do.
Jackal started face fucking me, thrusting his cock deep down my throat. I was spluttering and making gargling sounds as he muzzled me and soon he was ready, 'Take it bitch. Take my load!' He demanded, firing his seed down my throat. Jet after jet of hot salty cum filled my mouth and dribbled out the sides. He pulled out, wanking the last few drops onto my lips and then smeared his cock on my face.
Jackal climbed off and Timber started fucking me, his face stern and concentrated, sweat beading on his brow, 'Gonna breed you bitch,' he snarled, as his balls slapped harder and harder against me.
'Oh yes Daddy breed me. Give me your cum. Fill your slut with your cum. Make me yours,' I whimpered, as he got faster and deeper, his weight pinning me down.
He didn't say anything when he came, just a deep bear-like grunt, as he shot his wad inside me, collapsing on top of me.
You would think that was it, but they relaxed in front of the television, as I fetched them beers and kneeled at their feet, alternating between the two cocks as they required. The night went on and I was used and abused, fed on cum, white powder and poppers, until they kicked me out the next day, a tired and happy slut.
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