AUSTIN:
I was very happy to have Brett back in Minneapolis. As he grew older – and more ruggedly handsome – he had even more opportunities for all sorts of kinky fun here in the city. And of course, I hoped I would get to take part in some of it with him as well. After all, who better to guide him than his own father?
This morning, as my husband and I got ready to go visit Brett in his dorm and help him out with moving some furniture, I got a phone call from Brett's other dad: my brother Charles.
"Hey, bro," I said as I picked up the phone.
"Hey. What're you up to?" Charles asked.
"I'm just about to go pay our boy a visit," I said.
"Oh, nice. Say hi to him and Juan," my brother said. "I'm not keeping you, am I?"
"No, I got some time, I'm just getting dressed," I replied. "I picked these shorts but they're so tight in the crotch, and with my cage on its squishing my balls."
"You're wearing your cage, huh?" my brother asked, and I could feel the smirk on his face even over the phone.
"Yeah," I said with a smile, taking my shorts off and looking at my body in the mirror, naked except for the metal contraption on my dick. "I don't have it on all the time, but it's been fun to experiment with it."
"Have you told Brett about it?" my big brother asked next, letting out a sigh and what sounded like a soft moan.
"No, not yet. But I'm sure it's only a matter of time before we have a chat about it."
"Do you… mmm… Do you think he'd be interested in trying it on? Ahhh," Charles moaned.
"Well, he's very curious and open minded when it comes to sex, so I wouldn't be surprised if he asked to try it on," I said. "But, Charles… Are you jacking off?"
"Haha, you caught me," my brother admitted. "I was feeling horny, that's why I gave you a call. And now, picturing our hunk of a son wearing your cock cage… fuck, what an image."
I smiled, as I always did when Charles referred to Brett as "our" son. Still looking in the mirror, I noticed my jailed cock twitch. I would definitely be popping a boner now, if it weren't for the steel accessory I had hanging between my legs. I caressed my balls, smooth shaven and begging for relief, which they wouldn't be getting just yet.
"Yeah, our son is a big beefy jock," I said as my brother continued to groan into the phone. "Not the type you'd expect to lock his cock. But then again, neither am I, and you saw how horny I got last time you were here, and you got fucked by Rodney in front of me."
"Fuck yeah," my brother gasped, and I could hear his fist stroking faster and faster. The handjob he was giving himself was loud, facilitated by either lube or plenty of precum which made a squishy noise that I could hear over the phone. "Fuck. You guys should do the same to Brett. Cuff him onto that chair and fuck Juan in front of him."
"Mmm, we might just do that after lunch," I said, intrigued by my brother's idea. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do to our boy, big bro?"
"Yes. Mmmm, fuck. I'd like you to– Ah fuck," Charles sounded like he was going feral. "I'd like you to cage up our son's cock and then fuck the shit out of him."
"Alright then. You've got my word. I'll do just that," I said and grinned at myself in the mirror while listening to my older brother blow a huge load.​
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That afternoon, everything went according to plan. Rod and I dropped by the boys' dorm room before taking them out for lunch. During the meal, we made sure to mention my cock cage, and of course Brett wanted to know more. Before long, the four of us were in our apartment, and the chastity cage was bequeathed from father to son like a family heirloom. In the bedroom, my hung husband and I took turns fucking Brett's sexy boyfriend. And then – it was Brett's turn.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, please!" my boy begged. And who was I to say no?
"Get on your knees, son," I told Brett after I took the cuffs off him and guided him to the bed. Rodney, who'd already unloaded in Juan's ass, grabbed his phone and began to film. After all, we were doing this at my brother's behest, and we needed some video evidence to send to him. Brett did as he was told, getting on all fours on the bed. He was shaking with excitement, seemingly desperate to get fucked – but not just yet.
"Juan, lie on your back underneath Brett," I instructed, feeling even more dominant by the second.
Juan complied, and two teens were now face-to-face, with Brett on top. I lifted Juan's legs, easily sliding my hard dick back inside him. His hole was loose and wet after getting fucked and bred by my hung husband. Still, Juan was a talented bottom and managed to grip my shaft tightly. I started thrusting, fucking him faster by the minute. And now, Brett had to watch Juan's face as I gave him what Brett wanted more than anything in the world at that moment: my dick.
Using Rod's jizz as lube, I went hard on the teen's ass. Brett's ass was directly in my face, his hole pulsing desperately, begging for attention. All I had to do was lean forward less than a foot, and my nose would be directly between his ass cheeks. But I didn't do it. As much as I wanted to taste my son's hole, it was hotter to continue teasing him for now.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," I groaned.
"No, please," Brett whimpered. He almost sounded like he was about to cry out of pure frustration.
That was the final cue I wanted from him. I quickly pulled out of Juan, my dick slimy from a mixture of his ass sweat and Rodney's cum. Finally, I shoved my cock into my horny, caged son's hole, giving him what he rightfully deserved. In response, Brett let out the loudest moan of pleasure I'd ever heard from him. He truly was a dick-deprived slut who was finally getting release.
Juan moved out of the way and went to stand with Rodney, who was still filming the whole thing on his phone. While my husband played cameraman, Juan sank to his knees to suck on Rod's dick, which was hard once again, despite the fact he'd blown a load just a few minutes ago.
I didn't give Brett much time to get used to having my hard dick inside him. His hole felt amazing and I knew he could handle it, so I immediately began thrusting back and forth aggressively. Besides, I was already in such a frenzy from spit-roasting Juan that there was no stopping me. My dominant side took over and I took it out on my son's ass. Brett took every thrust like a pro. My hips slammed against his asscheeks making loud slaps, while his locked cock swung uselessly between his thick thighs.
I reached forward, shoving my index fingers in his mouth, prying his lips open. If my son wanted to beg for cock like a slut, then I was going to treat him like one. He was even pushing his ass back to meet each thrust, like he was worried my cock might leave him. Ha, he had nothing to worry about! I had every intention to keep pounding him for as long as I could manage.
"Ahh, fuck, Dad. I– I can feel you against my prostate. I think... I think I'm gonna cum!" Brett moaned after about five minutes.
I was proud of myself for being able to get my boy so close to an anal orgasm. I shifted slightly as I fucked him, causing him to squeal in delight. Judging by his moans, I knew I had truly hit his special spot. If I kept this up, Brett was gonna blow in no time at all. I went as deep as I possibly could, using all my strength, flexing my glutes with each thrust. Brett let out another ridiculously loud moan… and started cumming handsfree on my marital bed.
I looked down to see my son shooting spurt after spurt of his teen load, through the cock cage and all over the sheets. The sight of it sent me over the edge. With a roar, I finally let myself go, unloading my huge pent up load inside my son's slutty, submissive ass. I pulled out, my cock dripping with cum, both mine and Rodney's. Like the good slut that he was, my son immediately spun around to clean me up.
"Mmm, thanks Dad," Brett said while sucking on the cock that had made him with a big smile on his face. He seemed much happier now, after getting what he wanted: my fresh load in his hole.