Bride of my Father-In-Law 4 & 5 (Gay SPH)
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You know the drill: over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law, as well as some non-consensual involvement of the protagonist’s actual father and some stuff involving food. Skip it if it’s not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy.
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That morning we slept in, finally rising after 10 am. I opened my eyes as my father-in-law got out of the bed, watching his broad, hairy rear end jiggle with each heavy step as he walked to the bathroom, where he enjoyed a long, loud piss with the door open. The floor beside the bed was scattered with gold. While ravishing me last night, he had ripped all of the shameful jewelry off of me, piece by piece.
Roy donned his bathrobe while I, of course, went naked. I knew any clothes I put on would be summarily stripped from me, and instead, after freshening up in the bathroom, I stepped bare butt naked into the kitchen where my father-in-law was at the stove.
He told me to take a seat. Roy was making pancakes- sitting my nude bottom at his breakfast table while the radio played, Roy humming happily over the sizzling stove, swilling coffee. The light from the balcony was bright with reflective snow. I really did feel like his little boy as he would pass by where I sat and ruffle my hair. It called to mind snow days where I got to stay home from school- I was on a strange and twisted vacation from my real life.
“Bon appetit, my boy!” He exclaimed as he brought our plates to the table. Mine had heaping piles of fruit preserves, and he had made a smiley face out of chocolate chips. While he drank a refill of coffee, I was served a tall glass of milk. He licked his thumb several times during the meal and then jammed it in my face to clear off extra syrup from my cheeks or lips.
“Oh little boy, you just don’t know how to eat properly without making a mess. I think you better sit on Daddy’s lap and let Daddy feed you.” He smiled, pushing his chair out from the table and slapping his big hairy bare thigh. I stood, and he pulled me into him so that I sat atop his lap, face to face, straddling him. He rubbed his hands up and down my naked sides and pulled our bodies together, his thick chest and belly hair scraping against my smooth skin.
“Good boy. Open wide, here comes the airplane.” Roy grabbed half a pancake from the platter and stuck it in my open mouth, stuffing it in then gratuitously rubbing his syrup covered fingers around my mouth.
“Good little boy.” He said warmly, grabbing another piece, which I dutifully accepted into my mouth.
“Doesn’t that taste yummy in your tummy, little boy?” He asked, his syrup covered hand rubbing over my stomach.
“Yes, Daddy, thank you, Daddy, but I don’t think I can eat anymore.” I did my best to protest.
“Don’t be silly! You’re a growing boy, don’t you want to grow up to be big and strong like Daddy?” He slapped the sides of his hulking barrel chest and laughed.
“We’re not stopping until you eat each one of these pancakes.” I looked over at the table beside us, and my heart sank to see that there were still eight of his large pancakes piled high on the platter
“Here, Daddy will help,” He said, popping an entire pancake in his mouth and then chewing it a few times. He then parted his lips to show the golden mush inside and pulled the back of my head towards him. Roy brought our faces together for a kiss, and as our lips locked, he pushed out the pre-chewed pancake from his mouth into mine. Locked in his embrace atop his lap, I had no choice but to swallow it down.
This was even worse than spitting into my mouth while we kissed. He kept chewing up pancakes then spitting them into my mouth with long, nasty kisses that forced me to accept the masticated food. I fought against the revulsion and overcame my gag reflex to swallow the foul mixture, pancake, and syrup with his spit and coffee breath. He hummed happily to himself, rubbing my body and feeling me up as he tormented me. Roy seemed to draw inspiration from the nastiest, most uninhibited lunchroom bully.
His hands continued to smear syrup and butter all over my bare skin, on my chest, belly, thighs, even my armpits, all while his mouth expelled chewed-up globs of pancake and his own spittle into my mouth, forcing them down my throat and into my belly. Roy was gleefully defiling me, inside and out.
He laughed to himself between bites, cackling maniacally as his big rough hands rubbed the grease on my body. Trapped in his embrace atop his wide lap, his hairy body incarcerating mine, I felt like I was in the clutches of some strange demon, a lesser devil from a circle of hell where sinners were sent not to be tortured but only harassed, molested, bothered with strange and degrading ordeals.
“Maybe from now on, this is how you should get most of your food, hmmm? Straight from the loving mouth of Daddy, pre-chewed and everything.” He brought his face to mine, nodding eagerly, and grabbed my head to force me to nod along. Forced to agree to this terrible new sentence – every bit of sustenance spat from his mouth into mine, completely dependent upon him.
“All your liquids too. Passed with love and care from Daddy’s mouth to yours” He grabbed the mostly full glass of milk and emptied it into his mouth, his cheeks swelling. Swilling it around, gargling, all while staring me down with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and forced another kiss on me, and made me drink his back-washed milk. I forced it all down and took a desperate breath before he spat another chewed-up pancake into my mouth.
“Eat, eat, eat, my boy. I want you good and full.” I sat atop his lap and allowed him to force-feed me three more of them. My mind was blank as I accepted this new, demeaning experience.
“Eat, more boy. I’m not sure about these tight little muscles. I think I might want you softer, soft like a boy without any muscles at all, just a cute little tummy and a chubby tush.” He squeezed and kneaded my stomachs. I looked down at my toned body and imagined it as he described – what would I look like, not just shaven smooth but also stripped of all muscle definition. As always, Roy wanted me weaker.
“And maybe some perky little tits too.” He chomped on my nipples before stuffing another pancake into his mouth, chewing it into gruel, and spitting it in my mouth. After the revolting kiss, he kept his forehead against mine and whispered breathily into my face.
“Hmm, we’ll see. But this is how you’ll eat from now on, whenever I say. This is another way we bond, how we get closer and closer. More of me, put right up inside of you. How I make you mine, forever and ever.” As he spoke, he rapped his fingers upon my chest emphatically.
By the end, I was feeling quite nauseous. My mouth felt so gross- I could taste the flavorless pancake particles, the cloying syrup, and Roy- his mouth and spit, coffee and ever-present stink of cigars.
As we finished breakfast, my phone rang. I stepped away to check on it but seeing that it was my Dad, I let it go to voicemail. Roy demanded to know who it was, and I told him. He had the password to my phone anyway. There was no hiding it.
“Nonsense, call old Kyle back right now. And you be completely honest about him with where you are and who you’re with. And don’t try to rush him off the phone, I’ll let you know when the call’s over.” He leaned back in his chair, and from between his robe, I could see that his cock was hardening as he spoke, rising from between his thighs to point straight out at me like a gun.
“Take a seat right here, right on Daddy’s lap.” He made sure his robe was spread open wide for me.
Reluctantly I sat upon his lap, feeling his coarse pubic hair scrape against my butt. Roy pulled me into his big hairy body as the phone rang. He clasped his hand over mine and turned up the phone’s volume so that he could hear my Dad’s voice answer.
“Hey, Dad, sorry I missed your call.” I struggled to remain balanced on Roy’s hips as my Dad spoke to me. I felt ridiculous, talking to my father while bare ass naked, covered in syrup and butter, and sitting atop my demented father-in-law’s heavy naked lap.
His hands ran up and down my sides and tweaked at my nipples. I inhaled sharply.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m doing well. How are you?” I responded, stifling a moan as Roy’s fingers frolicked over my chest, flicking and fiddling my now rigidly erect nipples. I looked down between my legs, and my penis was standing straight up, bobbing straight up.
“Well, actually, I’m at Roy’s this weekend.” His fingers played both of my nipples like piano keys, and I opened my mouth to exhale a silent scream of delight.
“Yup. Julie’s out of town this weekend, and he actually needed some help around his place, and then the snow was pretty bad last night, so I crashed here.”
“Yeah, there’s plenty of room.” Roy’s hands squeezed around my waist, pulling me into a crushing backward hug. His knees kicked out, spreading my legs apart.
“Oh, I don’t know about that boy. I’d say it’s pretty tight.” Roy chuckled and cooed into my ear, tapping my wide hole with his index finger. Luckily my Dad didn’t seem to hear him on the other end of the line.
I watched as Roy’s right hand reached over my shoulder and down to his breakfast plate, which was an amber tidepool of maple syrup and butter. Filling his big fingertips with melted butter, he then plunged them between my spread open legs, attacking my vulnerable hole. Two fingers breached my resistance and drove them in roughly.
“Oh!” I squeaked. His two invading fingers began pulsing rapidly inside my anus, diddling me.
‘No, nothing, I’m fine, I just stubbed my TOE!” I yelped out as he shoved a third finger in my hole. I pushed the air out of my nose to control my breathing and focused on pushing against his invading digits. As he fingered me, Roy nuzzled my neck, ravishing me. I bit my lips, holding back moans of pleasure.
Luckily my Dad took to droning on and began to give me a long and meandering accounting of his week, so I only needed to supply a couple of polite “Uh-huh’s” and “Oh wow’s” as I was diddled by the fingers of Roy’s right hand. He continued to suck and chew on my neck, and his left hand plopped down onto his plate, right into the syrup. He then slapped that hand back upon my naked belly, rubbing the maple syrup onto my skin. He leaned our bodies back, and poured more out of the bottle, directly onto my bare chest and stomach, then slowly rubbed it in. While embarrassing, it felt deeply sensual, the thick liquid on my skin and his strong hands massaging it in.
I shifted in place on Roy’s lap, welcoming a fourth ruthless finger into me, grinding down on Roy’s four thick raiding digits. His left hand continued to rub me up and down in slow, firm strokes, down to my hip, up my belly, and to my chest where he would play with both nipples at once, making me gasp, all while rubbing the syrup into my stomach.
I grunted as all of the fingers were roughly yanked out at once.
“Give me the phone, boy. I want to say hi to little Kyle.” I felt my stomach drop, but Roy was already grabbing the phone out of my hand and pushing me off his lap.
“Dad, I’m passing the phone to Roy. He wants to say hi.”I stood there terrified that Roy would say something obscene to my father, and I was torn, thinking whether I should grab the phone or not. Roy winked at me, snapped his fingers, and pointed insistently at his crotch. As I took to my knees, he grabbed the syrup bottle from the table and poured a great heaping of syrup on his hardening cock and onto my face. He snapped and pointed again at his cock, and I took his cockhead head into my mouth.
“Hiya Kyle, how’s it hanging?” He asked in a loud bray, his voice dripping with condescension. He brought his hand to my face and dangled his pinky finger right in front of my eyes. He was mocking my father for his small penis, the information I myself had cravenly divulge to him.
“Oh yeah, Billyboy’s been a huge help around the place. There are lots of jobs for him to do, and he takes to each job I give him with aplomb.” His hand then clasped to the back of my head, pushing it down onto his cock. I gagged as his big, syrup-slick boner filled my trachea.
“You trained him real well, Kyle. He’s a really good little boy, real obedient. He certainly respects his elders.”
Roy held my head all the way down so that I had a face full of his pubes. I struggled to breathe through my nose, taking in his musk and brought my tongue down to lick the top of his big hanging balls as his staff filled my mouth. This was a trick Roy had taught me early on, an advanced cocksucking skill I was shamefully proud of.
“The boy can work. He might be a skinny little fellow like you, but he really puts his sweet ass into it, you know?”
Roy’s leaned over my body and slapped my butt, a loud ringing crack I’m sure my Dad had to have heard over the phone.
“And the little guy sure can eat! I just fed him breakfast, and he put away about a dozen pancakes.” He laughed, and I heard my father’s laughter through the receiver.
“But it’s been nice, just the two of us, having guy time, letting it all hang out, men being men, you know what I mean, buddy boy?”
As he spoke, he groaned lewdly, his fingers laced through my hair as he humped my face.
“You know, we got to get your little ass over here too, Kyle. Do something just the three of us, at the lake this summer. Get out on the boat and get loosened up. Have some real nice man time. How’s that sound, buddy boy?” His voice was sweet but was laced with derision and menace. I looked up, and he winked at me evilly.
“Good, I’m glad. Well, I got a job to do myself. I’m going to put Billy back on the phone. Nice talking to you, buddy boy.” Roy shoved the phone in my hands, then pushed me off his wet prick, and spun me around by my armpits so that I was facing away from him in the chair, still on my knees.
I spoke to my Dad, who seemed amused and a little confused by Roy’s familiarity. To my dismay, he enthusiastically brought up Roy’s idea of us all getting together in the summer.
“Yeah, well, I guess, we could, whenever you wanted, to I mean, if you really wanted to…” I was babbling, trailing off as Roy grabbed both of my legs and pulled me back onto him, nervous about what would happen next. I was in a wheelbarrow position, my ass open and exposed to him. My elbows and forearms remained on the floor in a plank position, the phone tucked in against my cheek, and I felt him pour another big gob of the syrup onto my spread open nether region.
“Yeah, of course, if you’re up for it, I guess we could -” I gasped as Roy’s rough, huge tongue dabbed at my syrup-soaked hole. His entire stubbled mug was now plunged between my butt cheeks. His warm, wet tongue burrowed into my hole. My body trembled with pleasure at the slippery invader.
“Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmmm. Yeah, that sounds good.” I sputtered out, trying to keep my voice even as his strong tongue expertly diddled my hole, circling and plunging inside of me. Roy’s big, rough licker lapped at my hole and spread the syrup around. The sensation, the textures, it all was making me quiver uncontrollably. I couldn’t think straight, let alone hold a conversation with my father.
I bit into my forearm and screamed into it with pleasure. Roy laughed behind me and redoubled his efforts, lapping at my anus with forceful stabbing motions as fast as machine gunfire. I saw myself in the mirror on the left wall, how my legs were shaking, his big bald head eagerly bobbing between my cheeks.
“Well, Dad, I should probably take off. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you, bye!” I hurried off the call, and Roy lifted his head from my backside. He placed my legs back on the floor. I already knew he was pissed.
“Turn around. Stay on your knees.” I spun around, looking up at him. His robe was open, and his legs were wide. He glowered at me, syrup smeared around his face. The king was displeased.
“I didn’t tell you to end the call, did I, boy?” He didn’t raise his voice, but it had none of the teasing lilts he usually held.
“No, Daddy, I’m sorry, but it was too much. I couldn’t-” He raised his hand to cut me off.
“Quiet. You know damn well, boy, to never disobey me or go against my orders. Time to learn what happens when you defy Daddy.” He shook his finger in my face.
“I’ve been easy on you, soft on you, cause I know that you’re soft—just a soft little pantywaist. But I don’t care how much of a creampuff you are. Now you get to learn.” His brow was furrowed, and my stomach sank – somehow, I felt guilty, like I had indeed let him down.
“Turn around. Get back on my lap, back in the wheelbarrow, creampuff.” I did as he ordered, and he grabbed my legs, pulling them against his waist so that my crotch rested atop his, my little hairless pecker tickled by his giant hairy hog.
My buttocks on a platter for him, Roy then took me through a long, simmering spanking of my spread apart cheks. First, he tore through twenty or thirty rapid-fire blows to my rump, then his pace slowed. His hand would fall heavily with each forceful slap. He began to bark at me between each thunderclap.
“Your father WILL see you over my lap, just like this, boy!” SLAP!
“He’ll see me strip you, bare ass!” SLAP!
“He’ll see me spank you!” SLAP!
“He’ll see me make you suck me off!” SLAP!
“And he WILL see me butt fuck you, little boy!” SLAP!
Roy then focused on rapidly slapping each buttock, his left hand on my left cheek, his right hand on my right cheek, back and forth, each spank powerful enough to make me yelp. My head sank onto the floor, and I grasped at his thick, hairy calves. I let out a keening wail as his stinging blows accelerated and looked up to where our crotches kissed. My little todger had shriveled to almost nothing from the pain, just a little grape-sized peckerhead tight against my crotch, whereas Roy’s proud penis had hardened considerably, poking up into my belly.
My face remained pressed into the tile floor as I gave up all resistance and capitulated to the painful punishment. I had not grown up with spanking, and in fact, had never experienced anything like this until my fraternity’s Hell Week, when a seemingly ancient wooden paddle had been wielded against my rear end. That had hurt, brought me to stifled tears even, but the upperclassmen had quickly moved on to the hindquarters of my fellow pledges. This was different. My ensnared derriere spread out over Roy’s lap was his sole focus, and his only goal seemed to be to break me completely, to make me a bawling mess with each burning blow. He would stop and start, speed up and slow down, hum to himself while resting his hand. He was in no hurry whatsoever.
Finally, he built up his pace and the force of his spanking, and it felt like the finale of a firework display had been ignited directly against my buttocks and upper thighs. I was squealing underneath the clapping sound of his heavy rough hand against my skin and his throaty, roaring laughter.
“Do you understand? He’s going to see that you belong to me, mind, body, and soul!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! His big rough hand stayed atop my backside and slid to the cleft between my cheeks, which was still wet with his spit and the syrup. His thumb jammed into my hole.
“He’ll know, he’ll know that I took his boy from him. You got it, creampuff?” Roy reached over me and lifted a plate off the table, pouring the melted butter onto my spread open ass, rubbing it onto his hardon. I felt the insistent thrust of his fat cockhead against my anus.
CW: over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. As always, lots of humiliation and taboo sexual contact between a man and his father-in-law, as well as some semi-public exposure. Lots and lots of SPH. Skip it if it’s not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy.
Around 1:00 pm, Roy led us to the shower and quickly cleaned both of us up. I stood there meekly, letting him rub soap all over my body, into my pits, and where the sun doesn’t shine. He moved me around under the stream, then stepped me out of the bath and vigorously toweled me off.
He dressed me in clothes of his choosing, which gave me a sort of dweeby J-crew look. Khakis over a pair of white fruit of the loom briefs, a sweater vest. He even parted my hair down the center. I was grateful that his choices were not as blatantly emasculating as what he had picked last night when he dolled me up for our date with form-fitting clothes and gaudy jewelry. But still, having my clothes selected and my hair styled by another man was strangely disempowering – it made me feel like being a little kid, passively letting himself get dressed by Daddy.
Out on the street, I felt the eyes of every man upon me. Roy kept his hand around my shoulder or on the small of my back, and it felt like all the men who saw us knew what his gesture meant. As if they knew I wasn’t just a man out for a walk with his father-in-law, but that we were lovers. That I was his bottom boy, that he had made a pussy between my legs for him.
Luckily our destination was only a few blocks from his place – Roy’s athletic club. It was in a grand old building, a historic men’s club built in the early 20th century. The facilities boasted an indoor track, basketball and racquetball courts, weight lifting equipment, and an enormous indoor pool. Of course, I had heard of the club before – its membership was elite, titans of industry—heads of banks and partners of white-shoe law firms. Roy had invited me many times before, but before our golf outing, I had never taken him up on the offer- now it went without saying that I didn’t have a choice.
Roy led me into a soaring lobby of pink marble and gold leaf. He checked me in as his guest while II admired the large, ornately decorated oak beams framing a sitting area. An elaborate trophy case boasted silver cups and awards presumably from interclub competitions, and a white-haired man in a gray suit about Roy’s age sat by a marble fireplace, reading the newspaper. He had his left leg crossed over his right knee, and I found my eyes drawn to the sizable basket in his crotch. I couldn’t help myself – I openly gawked as Roy chatted with the man at the front desk. I admired his impressive size, the telltale indent that delineated his cockhead from his shaft. When I looked up, I felt his eyes upon me – the old goat gave me a cheeky wink, and I blushed, mortified.
As we walked down the staircase to the changing rooms, Roy explained that the club had remained exclusive to men due to its designation as a social club and not a health facility. He said that the lower level housed the locker room and swim area, including a large pool, steam rooms, saunas, and hot tubs.
“You know, back when I was growing up, they never had us wear bathing suits. Partly it was because the fibers in the older style of suits would clog up the filter.” He recounted as we headed downstairs.
“But it was more than that, my boy. We were taught that men should be men, free of modesty. That no man should be ashamed of what hung between their legs, no matter how large or how small.” He winked as he opened the door to the locker room for me.
“A lesson that your prissy little generation is sorely in need of learning.” He crowed smugly. I breathed in the strong smell of bleach, chlorine, and male sweat as we passed through.
We were in a large changing room of white wood, with spotless windows looking out onto the enormous pool and a row of hot tubs. The changing room was packed with men, and I quickly realized that all patrons were Roy’s age. The youngest looked well into his 50s. They ranged in and out of the locker room completely naked and entirely at ease. Going from the pool to the saunas and steam rooms, the showers, sinks, and toilets, not one man had a towel wrapped around their waist. Towels were slung over their shoulders or in their hands if they had one at all. The front of their bodies, their big bellies and their hairy chests, and of course their bountiful crotches, it all shook with each step they took, and I couldn’t look away at the confidence of their masculinity on display.
I felt my heart race at the sight of all these naked male bodies. I knew this was Roy’s influence- three months before our fateful round of golf and I would not have been so overwhelmed by other men, I would have barely noticed them. But now, I could still see them ever after I drew my gaze away. I could still visualize their heavy hang when I closed my eyes. Some tall, some short, some slender, some overweight, hairy or smooth, they were all comfortable with their naked bodies. Each man proudly sauntered in and out of the rooms. They talked amongst themselves, they laughed, they relaxed, all with their fur-wreathed cocks swinging between their legs, sizable penises that put mine to shame.
Many of the men greeted Roy warmly, and I was introduced as his son-in-law. I was not able to keep track of the names of the big-bellied, burly men who shook my hand, all in various states of undress, not a one hesitating to squeeze my hand and slap my shoulder, no matter whether they were in a pair of underwear or had their naked dicks hanging free. The men smiled, chuckling at my nervousness – I must have been beet red. After the onslaught, I stripped quickly. Roy locked up my clothes with his then he brought me to the pool.
This was the nicest pool I had ever seen. Olympic-size and immaculately maintained. At the far end of the small slip, fresh water flowed from the mouth of a brass lion’s head. Men sat naked, beached on deck chairs ringing the pool, conversing, reading, or relaxing with their eyes closed. Above us, the ceiling was painted in gentle shades of blue, a trompe l’oeil sky.
We swam laps for about half an hour. Swimming was the only exercise Roy took, which was common among men his age. My boss’s boss talked about how he swam a mile every day, even on weekends. Once in the pool, sharing a lane with Roy and another man, I was able to calm down a bit and enjoy this relaxing form of exercise. Still, when I came up for air or sensed the other swimmers’ presence, I felt small and vulnerable, floating among the bigger bodies all around me. And when I came up for air, I could hear them, their throaty laughter, deep rich baritones echoing on the marble walls.
Once we were done with our laps, Roy grabbed our towels and led us to the sauna. We passed through an area containing three large whirlpools, and he stopped introducing me to several different men, all naked just like us. I looked down between my legs – as was often the case after working out, my already short penis had retreated into my body, leaving just a little acorn of a dickhead poking out from my groin. At the moment, I had almost no shaft at all. My scrotum had also shriveled, hugging back up into my abdomen, giving me the look of a prepubescent boy whose testicles had not yet descended. This undeveloped look was maximized by my complete absence of pubic bush or even hair on my thighs – Roy had been scrupulously shaving all the hair beneath my ears for three months now. He took great pleasure in swiping away at any stubble the moment it returned, making me, in his words, “as bare as a boy.”
Having to meet a gauntlet of leering older men while naked and in this shrunken, shaven state was overwhelmingly humiliating. My heart raced in panic, and I tried to keep a hand over my crotch without making it obvious I was covering up, but Roy instantly objected to my modesty.
“Hands at your sides, my boy. We’re all fellas here.” He grunted at me, slapping my hands away. This only drew more attention to my hairless groin, and several men all openly ogled my minuscule endowment, leaning over the edge of the tubs to get a good look at what I had foolishly tried to hide.
A wave of belly-rumbling embarrassment rippled through my body, and I felt feverish as I was forced to shake the hands of four strange, older men, all while our vastly contrasting endowments were on explicit display. Even the act of touching the skin of their fingers and palms, the handshake’s mundane ritual, felt shocking to do while naked. Each man smiled and got an eyeful, but a man named Ben cracked a jibe.
‘Son-in-law? I figured the little guy was your grandson. After all…” He gestured at my crotch, a twisted smirk on his bearded face. Roy clamped his hand down on my shoulder, squeezing and shaking it vigorously.
“Nope, despite his little penis, Billy here is 32 years old, if you can believe it.” Roy declared in his loud baritone, and several men in the hot tub looked over, grins on their face at the sight of my shaven shorthorn.
“I can’t! It looks like he hasn’t gone through puberty. Dick shorter than a thumb and no balls at all. And no pubes or hair or anything!”
Ben’s big hand pointed at my shrunken pecker, then at my retracted sac, his index finger nearly poking my empty-looking ball bag, before gesturing at my smooth belly and chest, all the places a grown man should have hair. I felt the eyes and attention of at least ten men and heard a ripple of quiet laughter over the hot tub jets. Ben chuckled along with them and continued, turning back to me and placing his hand on my naked waist. He pulled me closer to him.
“Kiddo, be honest. You able to fuck with a peter that tiny?” As he spoke, his big hand scratched at his sizable gray bush, which caused his fat hanging hog to sway back and forth like a grandfather clock.
“You know how to answer that question, Billy.” Indeed I did. I swallowed and spoke in as clear and even a voice as possible. The men in the nearest hot tubs were watching me, rapt.
“Well, Sir, it is tough to fuck properly with a 4 ½ inch penis. It slips out of a pussy quite easily, and always having it come in and out means I come too quickly as well, sometimes well under a minute. I can manage straight missionary, but any other position is impossible. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been able to bring a woman to orgasm, at least with my little penis, Sir.” A new wave of louder, more aggressive laughter echoed throughout the humid room.
As I spoke, I looked straight ahead, avoiding Ben’s shit-eating grin as I recited this shameful schpiel. Early on in his training, Roy had ordered me to describe my sexual failings in detail, making me memorize it like a mantra to be delivered on command, word for word. He had made me repeat this to him over and over again and into his phone’s camera, but today he was having me recite it to a group of strange men. I was also expected to call this man, and really any man, Sir.
“Ha! I’m pretty sure too, kiddo. But I appreciate your honesty about your penis problems.” He gestured with his pinky finger, shaking it in my face, then patted me on the head patronizingly. He slapped my bare rump for good measure and released my waist.
After making a fool out of me, the two men became engrossed in a conversation. As I stood there captive at Roy’s side, a dozen pair smirking eyes still upon me, I was reminded of the feeling of being a little kid, eager to get moving but stuck waiting for a parent to finish talking with their friends. Shut out from the grown-ups’ conversation. Being forced to stand by their side for what felt like an eternity, bored and bound, only now I was butt naked too!
I shifted in place awkwardly, looking down at my bare feet, resisting the urge to place my hands protectively over my crotch. All around me, men Roy’s age relaxed while stark nude, strutting around with their heavy, thick penises hanging down from forested crotches. Crowded into the three hot tubs, knee to knee, arms slung over the shoulders of their friends. Their laps just below the surface of the hot, clear water, their fat hogs bobbing in the jets as if pulsing with masculine energy.
Again I couldn’t help but openly stare at their private parts, and I felt myself becoming flush at the thought of their animal-thick organs. Roy’s attention over the past three months had made me fixated on men’s organs. I felt like a pervert, a pecker checker, sneaking peeks. II brought my eyes back to my own groin.
My slender naked body, completely hairless from the neck down, made me stand out as is. My toned physique contrasted with all of the men’s big, hairy bellies and wide hips. But it was my penis, usually small but made even tinier by the exercise and my own nerves at being exposed, which truly gave credence to Ben’s jibe. My shrunken genitals, less than half a handful, dwarfed by the dozen or more man-sized cocks all around me…
When Roy was finally done talking, he grabbed my wrist and led me with him. Just as he led me into the steam room, I heard a voice that made me jump.
“Bill! How nice to see you, son.” I turned around and confirmed that it was my boss’s boss, Carl Lundgren, the owner of the company I worked for. He was a big, solidly built man, but I had only seen him stuffed into suits until today. Now, like me, the 60-year-old was as naked as the day he was born, letting it all hang out. His eyes twinkled as he slowly looked me up and down, an enormous grin on his face. I forced myself to speak as he closed in to greet me.
“Hello, Sir. This is my father-in-law, Roy. I’m here as his guest.” My voice quivered with nervousness, and I felt my face bloom anew with embarrassment.
“Oh, you don’t need to introduce us, Billy. I’ve known this crazy bastard for ages, though I had no idea he was your father-in-law.” Carl brayed, and both men vigorously shook hands, all smiles, neither self-conscious in the least to be greeting each other while au naturel. Roy even made a risque joke about whether they should be shaking hands or shaking penises, which made Carl crack up, his heavy form rippling with laughter, cock swaying like a pendulum. He slapped my father-in-law affectionately on the pale flesh of his haunch. Carl’s eyes quickly returned to my naked body, and mine was similarly drawn to his. I felt Roy’s hands on my hips, turning me slightly. He was forcing me to better display my naked body to him.
Carl had a big barrel chest covered in curly white hair and a sizable belly, though not as big as Roy’s. Between his hairy thighs swung a huge hammer and equally large balls, all crowned in a dense mantle of white hair. While big, my father-in-law still had him beat in the dick department. But it goes without saying that what my boss was packing was much bigger than my penis, especially in its shameful shriveled state.
“Carl, little Billy, and I were just about to hit the steam room. Why don’t you join us?” My stomach dropped as Roy discreetly winked at me. I knew for sure that he had planned this, that he knew Carl was my employer and that he frequented the pool during this time. I was then pushed into the steam room with the two men closely following.
The marble benches were mercifully empty. Roy and Carl sat beside each other, placing their naked rumps upon their towels. My father-in-law laid my towel out between them, and I sat on it where he gestured. They didn’t give me much space. I kept my legs close together with my pecker atop like a ridiculous little flower. Still, both men wanted more space, spreading their legs so that their naked thighs pressed against mine.
The two men chatted eagerly, sharing stories as longtime members of the club. As I sat silently with them, I again felt like a little boy sitting around detained by Daddy and his friend’s grown-up conversation. For the next couple of minutes, the men did not attempt to include me in their dialogue, literally talking over me as I sat there dumbly. Carl would occasionally glance over at me, down at my crotch, then look me in the face with an unconcealed smirk on his face.
“Billy, I must say, I’m surprised to see you here, and in the buff, no less. You’ve always struck me as so uptight.” Carl and Roy both laughed at this observation, then Roy answered for me.
“Well, his father-in-law’s working with him to help break him of that. No sense in being shy, right son?” He lightly elbowed my ribs then put his arm over my shoulder.
“No, Sir.” Roy groaned at me in disapproval and raised an eyebrow. My stomach sank as I realized what he expected of me, his stony face unrelenting. I spoke again, my voice wavering slightly.
“I mean, no… Daddy.” I fixed my gaze on the slick tiled floor in front of me. Carl let loose with a loud guffaw and slapped my knee.
“Daddy, huh? Awww, that’s sweet. I wish I had my own son-in-law as well trained as you do, Roy.” Carl smiled broadly at me and ruffled my hair.
“You know Billy, a lot of fellows would be too ashamed to get bare butt naked and show off a penis that small. But look at you, letting every man here see your little endowment. I admire your confidence, young man.”
Carl patronized me with a big goofy grin on his face, leaning over and patting my bare thigh. Roy squeezed my naked shoulder and again spoke for me. My stomach stirred as both of these older men touched me simultaneously, all three of us stark naked.
“Well, Carl, that’s another area we’re working on. He used to be quite embarrassed by his short little pecker, but now he knows that there’s no point in hiding it. After all, the poor boy doesn’t have much to hide, does he?!” Carl laughed loudly at Roy’s jibe.
“No, not much to hide at all, by the looks of it. Now, Billy, I couldn’t help but notice how red your little bottom was.” He paused, and I looked him in the eye – Carl was staring me down with a mischievous smile on his face and continued.
“Did Roy have to take you over his knee? I know the signs of a spanking on a young man’s rump when I see them.” He asked, his eyebrow raised curiously.
“Yes, he did, Sir,” I answered quietly. I felt a new pang of mortification at realizing how apparent my red rear end was. Not only was Roy parading me around bare-assed, but the ass in question bore the telltale signs of the severe spanking that had brought me to tears barely two hours ago. All the men who had seen me so far also must have noticed that I had gotten spanked like some snot-nosed brat.
“Boy, get up and let Carl get a good look at that fanny,” Roy ordered.
Bracing myself, I stood up and turned away from both men, leaning over slightly and jutting out my hips and buttocks to show them my reddened rear end. Baring my ass to them. I flinched when Carl’s fingers grazed over the skin.
“Oh my. He really got a nice shade of crimson on those perky cheeks. I can even see your handprints, Roy.” Carl crowed.
“Son, did you cry when your father-in-law spanked your naked heiney?” I gasped as I felt Carl’s hands cup my cheek as he spoke.
“Yes, Sir, I did,” I confessed, staring at my hairless feet on the stone floor of the steam room.
“Good. That’s how I spanked my boys growing up. If there are no tears, no lesson was learned. I wouldn’t stop ’til they were sobbing! Roy, your son-in-law, has quite the nice, round bottom, doesn’t he?” His rough hand was now cupping my right buttock, squeezing it, and kneading it. I gasped and stumbled in place a bit but repositioned my stance to take it.
“Carl, you’ve got no idea!” Roy laughed mirthfully.
“A lovely little can. Firm in the hands but nice and soft and silky smooth like a woman’s behind.”
Behind me, Carl had helped himself to a handful of each cheek, and I just leaned forward, pushing my butt out to offer it to him, letting him fondle me. I willed myself not to get hard, but Roy’s infiltration of my mind and his deep, oppressive conditioning had reprogrammed me so that a big hairy polar bear-like Carl, a fat, swarthy naked man covered in dense white body hair with a big sweaty dick, was exactly the kind of person that turned me on. As his hands kneaded my buttocks like dough, I couldn’t evict the image of his powerful naked body from my mind or the fantasy of what his fat cock would look like hard, how big it would get. I felt a stir in my own pecker, and before I knew it, my little pink rocket was poking into my belly – I had popped a boner.
When he released me, I turned around, trying to sit down quickly and maybe cover my chubbed-up dick with my hands, but Carl caught my predicament. He even kicked his knee out to the space between the two men so that I lost my seat.
“Uh oh, Roy, you’re son-in-law seems to have had a little problem pop up.” Carl’s voice was rich with amusement as he pointed at my crotch, his big index finger nearly tapping my full, aching erection. My shamefully short stiffy bobbed about ridiculously, aching for attention, release.
“Oh Billy, are you hard again? I swear you’d think the boy was 13 and not 32, the way he’s constantly popping his little boners.” Roy chided with theatrical disappointment, making Carl laugh.
“And all just from a man’s hand on his fanny, too. The lad’s little toy is as hard as a rock, and look! He’s dripping.” Carl marveled at the clear beads of precum dripping from the end of my upright pecker. My father-in-law let out a scolding sigh and shook his head.
“Carl, he’s like a teenager. I constantly have to check his shorts for stains as well as his bedsheets. The boy has no self-control whatsoever.” Roy then turned to me, smirking imperiously.
“Well, Billy, you’ll just have to take care of it. Can’t have you go around while erect, even though it’s so small most might miss it.” I looked around and out the steam room door where a man had just slowly passed by. Take care of it? Here?
“You heard me, boy. Sit your bare keister down on the ground and take care of your little bone-on. Play with your chubby until it shoots its stuff. I know you know how boy.” He gestured at me with his hand to get on with it.
“Don’t be shy on my account, son! It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Carl encouraged, smiling broadly. The big older man leaned forward from the bench and flicked my dickhead, making my boner bob back and forth wildly. He wiped the drop of precum from his finger on my thigh.
I gave Roy a pleading look, but his face was granite. The further protest would result in me ending up back over his lap to have an extra shade of crimson painted on my still sore red rump, all in front of the man who signed my paychecks.
I took a deep breath, and I moved to the spot he indicated, trusting that Roy wouldn’t do anything that would get me arrested, and lowered myself to the floor. The warm, wet tiles of the steam room felt strange against my naked buttocks as I sat down with my legs folded in front of their big hairy feet. My penis was still achingly hard, despite or more likely due to the continued verbal humiliation they were doling out. I took my boner in my hand, my fist hiding it.
“With a peter that small between his legs, I’d wager the poor boy must be an expert at pulling his pud,” Carl observed, and Roy claimed that I was a chronic masturbator. I ran my palm up and down its length, slowly.
“Get to it, boy,” Roy demanded, and I began to stroke myself in earnest. I avoided Carl’s gaze as I jacked off. I thought of all the times we had made small talk in the elevator or chatted at office parties – all the times we had crossed paths in the office, and I had hoped to stand out and impress him. I could see that he was delighted by the ridiculous sight of his employee, fully nude and sitting on the floor on his bottom, masturbating under the orders of his father-in-law. He laughed. Both men laughed at the ridiculous spectacle at their feet.
And I knew he would be laughing still, smirking whenever he saw me back at the office. Knowing the tiny thing, I hid in my suit pants and what I did with them. How would Carl ever be able to see me as anything other than a hopeless pervert, a complete joke? How would he see me as a competent and promising man instead of a feckless and pathetic masturbating boy? How could he ever promote me, give me more responsibilities, when he saw me like this? As I had sex with myself, a dire thought took hold in my head- Roy had infiltrated my head and corrupted my sexuality, had shaven me bare, and had his way with me countless times, but this was a new breach. Roy was now endangering my career. What was his goal? To hobble my future trajectory, make me even more dependent on him?
Just then, the door opened, and three more men entered the steam room, including Ben, Roy’s bearded, bespectacled friend who had teased me before. The other two were similar bull-built older men in their 60s. Towels on their shoulders, hanging hog. Both grinned down at me in surprise and amusement, while Ben just shook his head and laughed.
“Apologies, gentleman, but my son-in-law here had something come up that just wouldn’t go down on its own, so we thought it better than the horny little boy take care of the damn thing.” Roy rolled his eyes, speaking as if he was complaining about me having to take a work call or that I was running 10 minutes late.
“No problem at all, Roy. I got to admit I was curious whether something so small could come properly or not, and now it looks like I’ll find out!” Ben said, his big dangling dick nearly batting me in the face as he passed me.
It was almost purple in color. I then got an eyeful of his broad, hairy rear end as he lay his towel out on the bench before sitting. Just as Roy’s reprogramming of my sex drive had made Carl’s rough hands on my naked butt get me hard in the first place, the sight of Ben’s big, hairy man ass filled me with a bewildering lust.
Before that fateful round of golf three months ago, the sight of an overweight, over-60-year-old man’s bare ass would have repulsed me. Now his huge round buns, speckled with gray hair, with a dense thicket on the small of his back, brought me closer to the edge of orgasm. As I stroked, I visualized what that manly rump would look like pumping between my spread legs, how it could powerfully propel his thrusts into me, deeper. I couldn’t resist vividly envisioning this stranger sodomizing me.
The three men sat beside Roy and Carl, sitting on their duffs atop the towels so that their large cock and balls were on display between their spread open hairy legs. I surveyed the thick, furred bounty between all five men’s thighs, licking my lips. Each was circumcised, but their cocks were of different shades. Pink or peach, rosy crimson, maroon, purple, or pale Carl’s an almost grayish fish-white. I noted with an obscene pride that my father-in-law’s prong, the one that had been roughly thrust up into my back door and sprayed its load up my guts at least 30 times now, was the largest. But they were all big, monstrously big to me. And each of their fat, bearded penises were beautiful to me as well, beautifully, repulsive things, powerful and lovely. Thick and relaxed, sitting like kings upon their well-filled ball sacks. My mouth watered, and I felt a pang of hunger – I truly wished to suck all of them.
“Say, just how long is that little thing, boy?” One of Ben’s friends asked, a round-faced bald man with a chubby pink cock between his legs.
“4 ½ inches Sir.” I chirped obediently, panting between strokes. The questioner openly laughed at my admission, but I saw Roy purse his lips, roll his eyes and hold up just four fingers, making the whole room chuckle. I just lowered my head and kept playing with my almost painfully hard erection.
A few moments passed as the five men above me watched me at work, staring down at me curiously, observing what should be a man’s most private act. I was demonstrating for them how I pleasured myself. They talked among themselves, commenting on how I only needed to use my thumb, pointer, and middle fingers to masturbate such a dainty hard-on.
Roy slapped his hands on his hairy thighs impatiently.
“Come on. Get on it with. Play with your breasts, enjoy your jerk, Billyboy. That’s my creampuff!” He urged me on, laughing as I fondled my nipples with my free hand. My hairless chest was slick with sweat, and the sensation of my self-stimulating fingers made me whine with ecstasy. I felt as low as a dog, reflexively humping away as the men watched on in disdain and amusement. A monkey in a circus. The other men joined in with Roy, shouting at me to bring myself off.
“Come on, jerk it, boy. Jerk it! Show us how your little thing shoots!” Ben pumped his wrist up and down, pantomiming my shameless masturbation.
“Attaboy, Billy! Pull your pud!” Carl cheered me on.
“Let’s see it, little man!” One of the nameless bearded men yelled. Soon their goading jeers echoed around the low ceiling of the steam room, drowning out my shameless moans. They mimicked the sounds I made or the face I made as I gooned out. The older men hooted and hollered like frat boys at my depraved onanistic performance.
I gasped loudly as I came, then embarrassed myself further by emitting a keening wail as waves of onanistic pleasure shook my body. The five men roared with applause as ropes of jizz hit my belly, chest, neck, face, and hair. Some of my splooge even shot into my open mouth, the salty slime landing on my tongue. My nerve endings buzzed all over my epidermis- my orgasm was not limited to my cock in my hand but seemed to run throughout my entire body. I felt the tiles under my bare ass, calves, and feet, my hands on my nipples, the warm, humid air of the sauna all over my naked skin.
“My my my. Not much stamina. Your poor daughter, Roy.” One of the other men commiserated.
“I suspect my girl has her needs met elsewhere. She’s quite resourceful. And who could blame her, married to a fellow with a four-inch penis.” Roy winked at me, and I felt a strange flutter in my stomach. I kept at it as I came, pumping my fist up and down and squeezing on my dick tight as my body was rocked with orgasm. My free hand rubbed up and down my abdomen, flicking my nipples then rubbing my belly – I continued to play with myself as they watched in amusement wantonly.
“That’s it, keep cranking your little ding-a-ling, my boy, get it all out,” Roy instructed as I kept jerking as the last strands of spooge oozed over my hand, shamelessly milking myself for every last drop of craven pleasure. His words mortified me, treating my obscene public jack-off session as an inconvenient but unavoidable bodily function. I finally stood on unsteady legs. Roy stood from the bench and helped steady me like I was wounded. He moved around me, holding my shoulders, forcing me to stand on display to the four seated men as I panted, my belly heaving.
“Well, well, well, look at that, Roy. It looks like your boy’s little thing gets even smaller after it blows its load.” Ben said with astonishment, pointing at my shrunken pecker. He put a hand on my hips and held me in place for this shameful inspection.
“Christ! It’s like a little mushroom cap, just the head. No shaft at all.” Ben reached forward and touched my glans, my little cockhead. Just as they said, it had retracted, the length of my penis disappearing entirely until all that was left was the small, thumbnail-sized crown and two tiny balls beneath it, poking from my smooth-shaven crotch.
“Just a little gumdrop.” He marveled, poking at my pecker head with no inhibitions. One of his friends joined in to play with it, bringing his fingertips beneath my marble-sized balls, rolling them on his fingertips.
Roy left me to the men. All four of them gleefully inspected my shrunken member, Carl and Ben’s other friend remaining seated. They waggled it between their fingers, compared its length to their pinkies, flicked it just to watch it jiggle. Ben, standing behind me, held me in place by clutching my waist and helped himself to several groping squeezes of my backside. Occasionally I felt his hairy crotch bump into the small of my back. The men treated my spent little dick like a shared toy. Spooge was scooped up from my belly or chest, and fingers jammed into my mouth or whipped into my hair to clean their fingers off. Soon my father-in-law returned with his phone in hand and another man behind him.
“I figured a photo was in order. My sweet boy’s first time at the club.” He declared, winking at me, handing his phone to the new man.
“Ha! Capital idea. Get over here, boy.” Carl roared, pulling me to him and throwing his arm over my shoulder. Roy got on my left. Ben and his friend flanked those two.
I was in the middle of the lineup, pressed against their big, sweaty bodies, waist to waist, their hairy thighs pressed against mine. I looked down, comparing our respective endowments. With my completely hairless body and shrunken penis, I indeed looked like a boy among men.
“Say cheese!” I grimaced at the camera, then felt a hand cup both my cheeks and a finger probe into my rear. I gasped in surprise as I heard the photo snap.
Roy reviewed the photos as I stood there, trembling. He stopped on one then put his mouth to my ear.
“Perfect. That’s the one we’ll send your father.” I looked at the image, this memento of my humiliation – my smooth skinny body among four big hirsute ones, my shaft-less little peckerhead a fraction of the size of their dangling cocks, an absurdly large puddle of what was obviously jizz shiny on my skin, and my mouth agape in cartoonish surprise.
“Be sure to get a copy to me, Roy. I bet it’ll look great in the office.” Carl said, smiling at me slyly.