few weeks later, I came upstairs for dinner and they were at the table; there was no food, but there was a package on the table. My son said "sit down Dad - we need to talk". I sat on the chair opposite the two of them. After an awkward silence, he continued "you know Mom is mine now, right".
I responded looking down at my lap, "yes, I know".
Then he said "Mom is my girl now - you don't get to fuck her anymore - ever again". He went on "we know you have been listening to us having sex, lurking outside our bedroom door, and jerking off". I gently nodded my head, still looking down. "Well, we are not going to have that anymore. It's disgusting". "And disrespectful", my wife added. I didn't say anything in response - what could I? They were right. I am not sure how things got to this point - how I let it all happen.
My son then added "We have a fix for this, and you are going to go along". He then slid the package across the table to me.
I reached into the bag, and pulled out the item inside - it took my breath away; "a cock cage?", I said.
"That's right Dad. You are going to wear this - and I mean all the time! We don't want you to wear any pants or underwear in the house - we want to make sure you are still wearing your little 'restraint' at all times. You can wear pants to go out, but as soon as you come in the house, you take them off at the front door - understand"?
I said "You can't be serious? I know you have taken my wife from me, but now you are going to take away what little sexual pleasure I can give myself?"
My son then stood up, and came around the table, and put his big hand around my neck, pinching me with an iron grip - "That's right - because you have misbehaved, we have to correct that; now, are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have put you in a headlock, strip you and force this on you?"
My wife said, in a cajoling tone - "Come on dear, let me help you put it on. It won't be so bad . . .". Slowly, I got up; acquiescing to their new rule for me, I removed my shoes and socks; then my pants.
"Come on Dad - go ahead and lose the underpants. I know you have seen my big cock lots of times - you have nothing to be ashamed of." Josh said. I moved over to my wife, still holding the package - I held it out to her, and with a sigh of reservation, lowered the last piece of clothing covering my genitals.
My wife took the cock-cage out of the package - apparently a high-end version - 'CB-6000S (extra short - for small cocks?)'. She gently put the ring around my balls, and then slid the cage over my shriveled penis. Hooking the cage and the ring together, she then slid a small padlock through the connection of the two. With a 'click', it was all in place.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it Dad?" my son quipped. I nodded grimly.
"OK, let's see what I can whip up for dinner!" my wife said cheerily. "Why don't you two go watch TV while I cook?". My son and I went into the living room, and took our usual positions. What was different for me, of course - I was wearing nothing below the waist, except for the metal cage.
My son asked me "Tell me what I have taken from you?".
I sullenly said "My wife . . .".
"What else?" he added.
"You have taken away my cock", I replied.
"That's right Dad - I took your wife, and now I took away your cock. I am now the man of the house, and I expect you to treat me like it. Do we have an understanding?" I slowly nodded - and that seemed to satisfy him.
We ate dinner - they acted like the couple they are now, apparently. I was totally left out of the conversation, and just sat in silence and ate my meal.
Since it has been so long I'm going to try and catch you all up with where things are. Their first time openly having sex in front of me on the couch was before Christmas. Since then they have become something of a real couple. They are full on open about it at home and as they grow more confident and comfortable they get more daring out of the home.
The big obvious change is that my wife has moved out of the bedroom. For weeks she slept in his bed before deciding to make the move permanent. Once that happened they decided they wanted more space. My wife had contractors in to "update" their space. There was a wall between their bedroom and a small room that we used as a gym room but it hadn't been in use for a long time really. There was also a half bath next to it. This was mostly used when we had people over and they could come in from the back yard and use it without going into the house or using the "main" bathrooms.
The contractors changed the layout and consumed this small room and the bathroom. The bathroom was also made into a three quarters bathroom by adding a stand up shower. My wife didn't consult me in her decision but said that they needed the space as our son would be living at home longer, and that as she was sharing his room they needed the space. I didn't put up too much of a fight because of how their relationship blossomed and, really, it did increase the property value according to a few people that I talked to. It was a surreal discussion as she openly talked about them sharing a room though. It was practicality mixed with the insanity that she was in a full on romantic and sexual relationship with our son. He also dropped more talk about "when the baby comes". My wife just agreed and smiled. She wasn't pregnant but now it was just assumed that they would have a baby. Very jarring.
Work for me opened up a bit and had to go into the office a couple of days a week. This created a new dynamic. Since I wasn't home so much it took me out of their life a bit allowing them more time together and returned things to sort of 'normal' for me. At first I didn't get anything done (not that I did much while I was home). I constantly thought about them and what they were doing. They hadn't slowed down at all and their passions still ran high. I had thought that they would run hot and heavy then trail off or that all the time together would temper things. This really wasn't the case. I came home to them napping naked on the couch a few times and it was obvious they they had had sex in the living room. The other strange thing was that my wife became more relaxed in her dress but was more modest around me at times. So it was common to see them both in their underwear or sometimes openly having sex but my wife would cover herself sometimes in front of me. For example In the kitchen one morning I came in while my son was hungrily kissing and groping his Mom. Her robe open as he kissed her mouth and breasts and she encouraged him with light moans and ran her hands through his hair. When I walked in though she pulled her robe closed and said good morning. She stayed in his embrace allowing him to grope her under her robe but not show her flesh. It was if she only showed her nakedness to him now. That me seeing her exposed was 'wrong' somehow.
My son was almost the opposite. He delighted in his new freedom. There was a little hesitation in the beginning but once the new dynamic was established he took right to it. In the car one day he told me how he had wanted to fuck his Mom since high school and also bragged about how much they were having sex. He got pretty graphic about their relationship and I asked him to stop. He brought it up a few more times though. He always had a big smile when he talked about it. I knew he wanted to brag and rub it in but I really didn't want to hear so much. I know that is odd considering how I spy on them but that is how I felt.
Him crassly getting his 'first nut' in the kitchen in the morning was a thing that went on for a couple of weeks also. He'd bend his Mom over and fuck her always when I would get to the kitchen for my morning coffee. It was obvious he delighted in his new 'power' (I don't like that description but I can't put to words the right idea). My wife teased me at first by calling me a pervert and asking me if I got off watching them; unfortunately, with the cock cage on I couldn't even get hard. It was exciting to watch them, though - and my cock routinely pushed the confines of its cage during these exhibitions. There were positions that they would try in these times that were obvious attempts to display they they were having sex and so that I could see his cock inside his Mom.
The first time I came home and forgot the 'new rule', underlined how things would go. I was sitting in the living room reading the paper when my son came in. "Dad, did you forget something?" He said, menacingly.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot. It was a long day at work." I said.
He countered with "OK - get up, lose the pants". I complied without question.
He then took my belt out of my pants and said "Get over the arm of the couch - I apparently need to reinforce rules with you!".
"There is no need for that - I will remember in the future" - I tried to dissuade him from his plans.
He then rushed me, and wraping his big arms around me, forced me over the arm of the couch; and then began beating my ass furiously. After about twenty strokes, I was sobbing and pleaded with him "Please, no more!". He slowed down, and let me slump to the floor.
"Let that be a lesson for you. Don't forget in the future - pants come off immediately when you come in the house" he emphasized to me.
"I won't" I said, still sobbing softly.
Chapter 10 - My Son Asserts His Role
As I said though, they became a real couple. They would have discussions about what they wanted for dinner. I was left out of that. I became more of the passenger or third wheel. It still delighted them that I was there and they wanted me to see their love making but it also alternated to them wanting there own privacy.
Since everyone was wearing masks, their time out of the house as a couple went quickly to the 'we're a couple'. The laughed and made little comments at the grocery store (the few times I went with them). They went out a couple of times to eat when that was first allowed. Both times ended with vigorous sex. The first time they came back they did it in the garage inside the car then again in their room. The second time they were still dressed as they went at it hard and fast. My son with his pants pulled down and my wife with her dress up and panties around one ankle. It was very intense!
My wife asked me many times in the beginning to come watch them in their room (before she became more shy about her body around me). I only did it once though. I wanted to do it so many times but I couldn't step over that threshold.
The only time I joined them in their bedroom was a just a few weeks since their first open coupling on the couch. My wife actually pulled me by the hand and led me to their room. They had obviously planned this moment because they had a chair waiting that I was to sit in. This was what many examples of cuckolding are. I watched them make love. This was a much different display than the time on the couch or when I had spied on them. My son and wife undressed each other. They kissed and touched each other as more flesh came was exposed.
Once they were both naked they laid sideways in the bed facing me. My wife on top of my son. I could see how ready and excited they were for each other. His cock sought her opening almost as if it alive with need. They kissed and then ground their sexes together for a bit. I just watched dry mouthed. Then my wife descended and moved sideways allowing her to both look at me and take our son's hard cock in hand. He pulled her hair to the side so he could see her face as she began to make love to his cock with her mouth. I know that it sounds sappy but that is what she did. She didn't suck him off or give him a blow job. The actions were similar but her passion and how she did it were different.
My son told me "Mom gives the best blow jobs" he said a little ignorant to what I was seeing. "I've had my dick sucked a lot at school and she's the best."
"And Mommy likes sucking it." The she added after taking her mouth off him again "I think your Dad likes seeing me suck your dick" she said with a smile at me as she resumed her oral love.
As she sucked him, he started touching her. Rubbing her ass and then playing with her vagina. As he fingered her and I could hear how wet she was. It wasn't long before he told her to move over. She stopped sucking him and move into a sixty nine position with him. She looked right at me and said "see that? I don't have to ask him. It doesn't have to be a special day. He just likes to eat my pussy." This was a dig at me because I didn't do it as much as maybe I should have. He did it a lot. Probably more than most guys, but I knew that she wanted more blowjob/pussy eating parity and I didn't give it to her.
I sat there unable to get hard due to the cock-cage and uncomfortable watching as they orally pleased each other. My wife was more vocal. This I know pleased my son. She also used it as a way to keep him from cumming. I noticed when he would get more energetic she would pause and back off while talking to him. She told him how good he tasted or how big he was and how she loved sucking his cock. All building his self esteem up. I know that I would have liked what she was saying and I was sort of oddly proud. I know that's odd but I was happy that my son was good at sex and a good lover.
Then the big moment came. "Why don't we go all the way for Daddy hmm? Show him how much fun we have? She asked him lifting her leg and moving off of straddling his face.
They repositioned on the bed. My wife laid back on the bed ready and open for our son. He was hard and ready as he got between his Moms widely spread thighs.
Then she gave me a gut punch. She extended her hand and said "take it off". I was puzzled for a second and then it hit. She made sure that there was no misunderstanding: "take my wedding and engagement rings off". I rose and did so as my son watched with a very big smile.
When I got it off she said "Now kiss me. Kiss me goodbye". She had this look of just complete acceptance that I would. I of course did, though. I was so turned on that I gave her a hungry open mouth kiss. She kissed me back with equal passion. She groped and squeezed my cock in its cage.
I sat in the chair while watching them. My son making small thrusts and grinding into him Mom. She moved her head to above his left shoulder. I could see the pleasure on her face. Her mouth partially opened and small throaty noises escaped as he began to slide in and out of her. Soon his thrusts grew in speed and power and then they were truly mating. My wife's eyes sort of glazed over and I don't know if she could even see me the way she looked unfocused. Her body soon went taught and she held him tight. One of her arms was around his shoulders and the other gripped his ass pulling him into her.
Watching them was something on the next level. My son kept up a steady hard pace. All the sex they had been having no doubt got him to learn that when she was going to cum to keep the pressure on and keep the pace the same. He used his whole cock too. Almost tip to base. I could see in a real measurable way how much she leaked for him. The sounds and sights of their sexual union were just indescribable. Their need and strain for each other was held back by their bodies. A red flush washed over my wife's face, neck, and chest.
She let out these throat noises like she was choking. Her eyes squeezed shut and she held him tight. Our son leaned over and kissed her neck and said "yeah cum for me Mommy".
She tried to say something but it was broken up "love ugh cum ugh oh god" And then she wrapped him tighter. She pulled him to her and groaned into the base of his neck. Her mouth was open and she drooled on his neck. Her whole body spasmed. She shook and her eyes fluttered almost like she was blinking in the blinding sunlight. Her spasms happens for several long second before she said " Stop stop oh god stop" and pushed on his chest". She breathed heavy as he leaned back. He stayed inside her and held himself up with his arms on rsi the side of his Mom. I could see her wetness coating both of them and how wet the bed was beneath them.
Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she if she had sprinted a long distance. She was still beat red but is was fading and she had a sheen of sweat on her body.
She reached up and caressed our son's sides and chest saying "oh god baby I've never cum like that before." She said as she tried to catch her breath and with eyes only for him.
"Yeah you really came hard. You're soaked." He said looking down to where their bodies joined.
She covered her face "please don't say that. It's embarrassing".
"No Mom. I love it. I love feeling you. I love being inside you. I love how wet you get. I love looking into your eyes as you cum for me."
It was as if I wasn't there at all. I just watched them in this intimate moment forgotten.
"You're so sweet baby. I love you so much." She said.
"Come here. Kiss me" she pulled him into an embrace.
He once again laid fully upon her and they kissed passionately.
Their kissing turned to more caressing and then to a rhythmic grinding of their hips. Which lead to him once again sliding forcefully in and out of his Mom.
Looking up at him she breathlessly said "I love you. Make a baby in me today. I want your Dad to see you make a baby in me. Oh god I'm so close again. Make me cum again"
"Oh Mom I'm close too. I want to cum in you. Oh Mom I'm gonna get you pregnant. You're gonna have my baby" he said, breathing heavily with sexual exertions.
"Yeah make a baby in me. Show your Daddy. Oh god. Oh god you feel so good" She called out.
My son speed up his thrusts and I could tell they were both close. Their sexual sounds filled the room along with the steady knock of the bed.
Then my son grabbed the head board and really started to slam home inside his mother. Savage hard thrusts. He only gave a half dozen or so before he growled out that he was cumming and his whole body spasmed. He grunted through his teeth and he emptied his seed deep inside of his mother.
His mother his sides and urged him on "yes baby. Oh yes baby I can feel it. Fill Mommy up. Give it all to me. Gimme that seed. Yeah give it to me. Oh my beautiful boy."
I could do nothing but sit there, with my excited cock trying to break out of its plastic prison.
After his peak he relaxed and he laid on top of her and they kissed. He was still firmly inside of her.
"You know I'm probably pregnant now" she said to him.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Do you want me to be?" She replied.
"Yes. You know I do. I want to get you pregnant. I want this." He said seriously.
"Oh my sweet baby" she said running her fingers through his hair before pulling his head down to rest next to hers.
She turned to me and said "now you know what we are."
They stayed like that for a bit. I got up and went to go to my bedroom. It was hot to watch them but it was also odd because it was so intimate and torturous because it was my wife and son - and of course frustrating, as I couldn't relieve myself.
Soon after they were at it again but with the door closed.
A few weeks later, things took a turn for the even worse. I had become somewhat resigned to the new rule - going around the house with no pants on. I had tried to stimulate my cock when I was alone, but it was totally encased in plastic - there was no way to get sufficient access to it. But that morning, when I came out of my bedroom to get my morning coffee, my son was already at the kitchen table - completely naked! "I have been waiting for you Dad. Mom is apparently suffering from morning sickness - I guess I finally knocked her up!".
I replied "How does that affect me? I get the sense that you guys are totally cutting me out of your life?"Well Dad, I am used to getting a morning suck and fuck - but Mom is not feeling up to that today. So, you are going to take her place."
I was stunned - I retorted "I am not gay!".
My son responded "I don't care. I need to get my morning nut, and you are the only other person here". He then got up, and wrenched one of my arms behind my back, and then frog-walked me into the living room. My arm hurt like hell, and I didn't feel that I was in any position to resist him. He then forced me on to my knees, and sat in front of my on the couch. Grasping both my ears, he pinched them and pulled my mouth forward to his semi-hard cock. "Come on Dad - open up - or I am going to twist your ears off!".
With no choice, I took his cock into my mouth, and began to lick it. In only a few moments, it became engorged, and he started pushing and pulling my head, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. "Come on Dad - you know how you like to get a blow job - back when you could! Use your tongue, and watch the teeth - or I am going to really hurt you."
Over and over, he bobbed my head up and down. I was slobbering and gagging on his cock; I don't think he would have ever been this rough with his Mom. My eyes were tearing up, and I couldn't wait for the punishment to end. He then pulled by mouth off of his cock, and I gasped for air. "OK Dad, now comes the fun part!" He once again locked my arms behind me, and pushed me over the arm of the couch. I could feel him moving behind me, and I dreaded what I knew was coming next. Holding on to one of my arms, he lined up his cock with my hole, and began exerting pressure. "Come on pussy boy - open up for me! Take your place as a substitute hole!" Eventually, his cock popped through the opening, and he began to slowly force it in further. Jogging back and forth, he seemed to be enjoying himself. "Oh God, this hole is tight! I am definitely going to add this to my daily routine!" I was dying inside when I heard that. The blow-job was bad enough, but his big cock in my ass really hurt.
Eventually with a few finals gasps, he buried his cock inside my ass. He then held still for a few moments, and he pulled his cock out of my ass with a 'pop'. Moving around my prostrate form, he sat back on the couch - his cock now slowly deflating. "You made a real mess on my cock, Dad. Come over here and clean it up." He put his big hand around my neck, pinching it as he pulled me over. I felt I didn't have a choice but to to allow him to force his now softening cock back in my mouth. Choking a little on the taste and smell of my shit, I cleaned his cock as best I could.
At that point, my wife walked in the room; I could have died right then. "I'm glad you found an alternative this morning, son - I am really still very queasy".
"No problem, Mom - I think Dad really enjoys this! Why don't you go back to your room and lie down for a bit?" After hearing this, she replied "Thanks love - I think I will. Come get me for lunch." She then left then room, leaving me to my embarrassing task. Finally pulling my mouth off my cock, my son stared into my eyes, asking: "OK Dad - tell me what I have taken from you?".
I replied, "My wife", I said - unable to look him in the eyes.
"What else?" he said.
"You took away my cock" I responded.
"And what did I take from you today?" he then asked.
"My manhood" I replied in almost a whisper.
"That's right Dad - and that's not going to be all. Eventually, I am going to take everything from you!"
Chapter 11 - The Lawyer Visits
Over the next few weeks, he lived up to his word of making it part of his morning 'routine'. If he didn't catch me in the kitchen, he would come down to the basement and take me in my office. He would sit on the futon in my office area and force me to suck his cock. I eventually became accustomed to the abuse, and could take over half of his cock in my throat before choking - although that seemed to turn him on even more. He usually (but not always) liked to fuck my ass - but when he did, he would always make me clean his cock with my mouth afterwards.
If you've read from the start you will know that things began at Christmas more than a year ago but they really kicked off once my son came home for spring break. Well they had their one year anniversary and my wife spilled the beans a little. Not that she really cares mind you.
What happened was spring break was coming up and I overheard little snatches of conversation and hints as to their plans. They wanted to go away somewhere and be more open about their relationship. They joked about going to Mexico and full on being a mother and son couple in the open to just taking a weekend trip somewhere and going out as a loving couple.
My daughter stayed away this year. She's all vaxed and enjoying life. We talk regularly and a few times she said things that made me think she knew what was going on. I know her and her Mom talk a lot and she had had some conversations with her brother that left him mad but it could just be me panicking about people finding out about the new household dynamics.
When we were getting close to the date though my wife asked me to leave the house. She plainly told me that their anniversary of them first getting together was coming up and because of Covid they really could not go anywhere they wanted. She wanted me to rent a hotel room and stay away. I acted a little shocked and asked about the timeline. Telling her I thought they started their relationship much later. She informed me that no they had started earlier "when we were still married" and she didn't care that I knew now. She told me that first night he was home she was so horny for him they did it on the couch. That they had been sexting for months and that they were both waiting for me to go to bed so they could have some time for themselves. They started kissing on the couch and then it just happened. He looked at her and it was the moment her fantasies came true and she knew she had to have him as more than her son. She told me very matter of fact like that she had come to bed many of those nights with him 'still inside her' or right after they made love.
They were so excited as the weekend when I would leave approached. Lots of public displays of their affection. Kissing, hugging, groping, running to their room to fuck and more pregnancy talk. She would teasingly ask him if he loved that he had gotten Mommy pregnant. For his part he delighted in this. There were some ebbs and flows with our relationship. There were times were he was my son and then there were times were he openly talked about how he fucked his Mom or my wife (things like "I love fucking Mom so much!" Or "how do you feel knowing I'm fucking your wife?"). Sometimes it was Mom and sometimes it was my wife. He liked the idea of cucking his Dad just as much as he liked that he was fucking his Mom.
The weekend came and it didn't go as I expected. I had expected to have one of those weekends were I was nervous and and my stomach would twist at the thought of what was going on while I tried not to think about it. Apparently though I'm not an insignificant part of their passion.
The first night I got lots of texts from my son about what him and his Mom were doing. Followed by a voice call where they let their passions out. Lots of dirty talking and teasing me. I could hear them fucking and through the phone clearly. I'm not impervious to it and I jerked off listening to them.
Day two started with a pic of him getting a blow job from his Mom. It was titled "Anniversary head". My son also texted me that he had popped his Mom's anal cherry (I guess he had liked doing that with me, and so he also convinced her to let him fuck her ass). He loved to rub it in that he was doing things with her that I hadn't. He seemed to want me to know he was with her in new ways that I hadn't been. He also texted me with her phone a picture of him inside her, saying 'this is how I made a baby in Mom'. She texted me that he had sent it, and asked him not to, but asked me what I thought about the picture and the message. She also said it's a thought that consumes her now. That she constantly thinks about having his baby.
Day three (Sunday) I checked out and cruised around going to stores and just killing time before I could go home. I hadn't gotten any texts from my son or wife so that left me to wonder. When I looked at people I wondered what they would think if they knew what was happening at home. How would they react? I looked at a couple and thought 'Are they mother and son? Are they having an affair?'
When I pulled in I saw my daughter was leaving. I didn't know she was coming and panicked a little. She was very sweet and it seemed like nothing out of the normal. She told me she called earlier and told her Mom she was stopping by to do laundry and pick up a few things. She asked me how the trip was? I didn't know how to answer and she quickly added that Mom told her I had to leave for work. I told her it was fine and we hugged. She left and I went inside.
The house was all in order. I didn't really expect there to be signs of a fuckfest but I wasn't sure what to expect. I went and put my things in my room and saw that my bed, the former marital bed, had been slept in. I saw the sex stains on the sheets. I went to their room and knocked. My son yelled hold on and answered the door in just his boxers. "Hey you're back" was his response. "Just checking in" I told him. I couldn't see into their room so I don't know what they were up to. "Ok" was all he said then shut the door.
I snuck past their door several times and listened. I could her her muffled grunts and groans as well as the shaking of the bed indicating vigorous sex.
It was much later when I saw my wife. She came out in her robe to get something to drink. I asked her how her weekend went. When she turned around I noticed she had a leather collar on. It said "Slut Mom" on it.
Beaming she said "oh my god. It was incredible. It was sooo amazing. Just being so open and free. We did go out as a couple like we planned. At one restaurant the waitress said we make a cute couple. When I told her he was my son it blew her mind! She just stood there shocked. So I open mouth kissed him and rubbed his cock to give her a little show! Her reaction was amazing!!!!" My wife was so excited telling me about how the waitress was so attentive to them and even gave my wife her number and said that she hoped they could be special friends with a wink. She told me it was amazingly hot.
I asked about our daughter and when she came. She told me that she had come by that morning and just did some laundry.
Before she left the kitchen she told me that she needed me to take work off because she needed me to come to a doctors appointment. She was meeting with her OBGYN and wanted me there to talk about how the pregnancy was going. I quickly asked if she was sure this is what she wanted, but she replied with a huge smile. "I love that I am going to have his child - he is young and heathy...and very virile. He wanted the baby and I wanted to give him one. I love him." She then added "Wednesday night, we have a lawyer come over at 6:00pm to talk about some legal things we need to get in order - you know, the house, our accounts, and the divorce."
I was shocked - "A divorce? You never mentioned this to me? Are you kicking me out of the house?"
"No", she said. "We are OK with you continuing to live here. In fact, it's kind of a turn-on to see my former husband skulk around with his little dicky all locked up - it kind of reinforces the fact that our son has usurped your role. It is just that my son is the father of our baby - and I need that to be legal - so I need to divorce you and marry him. We got a quicky 'no questions asked' marriage on our anniversary weekend, so right now, I am married to two husbands. I need to get rid of one, and as you would expect, it's going to be you."
I was stunned. I shouldn't have been surprised - for all intents and purposes, they had been acting as a married couple for months. Softly, I responded "I understand. I will be here."
On Wednesday night, I came upstairs at 5:30; they were both sitting in the living room watching TV. I said to my son "I need to put on pants as the lawyer will be here soon."
He replied "No, Dad - the lawyer knows all about our 'arrangment'; you are going to meet him just the way you are."
My face red, I sat in my usual place (sans pants) and waited for the lawyer. At 6:00pm on the dot, the doorbell rang. My wife said "I will get it - why don't you two move in to the kitchen, so we can use the table." My son and I got up and went to the kitchen. My wife let in the lawyer, and they came in the kitchen and each took chairs at the table. I was trying the best I could to hide my cock - and more importantly, the cock-cage.
The lawyer introduced himself: "my name is Dan Hinson, and I brought over all of the papers as I discussed with your wife. There are a number of papers I need you to sign Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Johnson - and a few that need to be signed by you, Josh." He pushed the first set over in front of me, and put a duplicate in front of my wife. "This is the consent to a no-contest divorce. The effective date is January 1st, of last year - so retroactive. I understand you both are in agreement on the date?" My wife and I both nodded my head (although my head was spinning at this). He continued "Also, it conveys all jointly held property to your wife, and you, Mr. Johnson, agree to alimony of $10,000 per month".
I was flabbergasted - "That's a little more than my entire take-home pay!" I exclaimed.
My wife responded "Well, you will just have to come up with the extra then." Shaking my head, I felt I had no choice but to go ahead and sign. My wife and I returned the divorce papers to the lawyer.
He then gave my wife and I another set of papers "This conveys title in the house to your wife and Josh." My wife signed her copy. I signed mine as well, but my mind was becoming a blank. We both returned those papers.
The next set of papers transferred all of our accounts - checking, savings, our investment account, and my retirement account - in to joint custody of my wife and son, and totally removed me from the picture.
The lawyer then said "Mr. Johnson, where are the titles to your cars?"
I replied "Downstairs in my office."
He asked "would you please go get them and bring them up here?"
I got up (still trying to shield my cock-cage), and padded downstairs. Rifling through my file cabinet, I found the car titles, and brought them upstairs. I gave them to the lawyer. He filled out some informaiton on the titles, and another form he brought with him, and put those in front of my wife and I. He explained "This will transfer titles of the cars to your wife and Josh." Once agin, my wife and I signed as instructed.
The lawyer gathered up all the signed forms, slipped them into his briefcase and shut it. He then said "OK, I will file the papers with the court and the county, and send you two copies ot them" (he was speaking only to my wife and Josh - apparently I didn't matter).. "Now, about my tip, as we discussed?"
Josh replied "You can go in the living room and get ready." He left the kitchen, and Josh got up and stood behind me "OK Dad - the tip is that he is going to get is a blow-job - and it's not going to be from my wife!" He wrestled me out of my chair, pushed me into the living room - where the lawyer was sitting on the couch, with his pants pulled down and his cock displayed. My son pushed me down on my knees in front of the lawyer, and said "you know what to do - don't make me hurt you."
I felt like I was nothing - I had nothing - I had no-one. This seemed to be my life now. I slowly brought my mouth down to his soft cock, and enveloped it with my mouth. I began to suck and slurp on it. It didn't take long for it to grow to full size - not even quite as big as my cock (maybe only 5") - so much easier to suck on than my son's cock. I began to slide up and down, able to fully deep throat him with ease. He began to breath heavily, and after a few minutes his crotch pushed up and he began ejaculating into my mouth. His cock might have been small - but his cum load was huge. I swallowed it all down without complaint.
I continued to suckle on his cock for a couple of minutes until he pushed me away. "That was great. I needed that!". He then got up, pulled up his briefs and pants, picked up his briefcase and said to my wife and son: "Well, I am going back to the office now. I will be sending you copies of the papers next week."
My wife let him out of the house, and then returned to the living room. My son said "Mom, why don't you go to our room? I want to finish the discussion with Dad." My wife nodded her head, smiled at him, and left the room. "Go get me your billfold and keys, Dad." I quickly complied, getting both items from the table in the hall, I handed them to my son. My son took my keys and said "since you no longer own the house, or the cars, you won't need any keys - isn't that right?"
I repiled "yes, I guess so - but how will I get to work?"
My son responded - there is a bus that stops at the street in front of the housing division - you can take that downtown." I thought to myself 'great, my 20 minute commute wil not take 40 minutes, at least', but I didn't say anything. He then rifled through my billfold; "You won't be needing a driver's license, and there will now be no way for you to pay these credit cards, so you won't need these either." He then took most of the cash from the inside pocket "We are going to have to put you on an allowance from now on - I think $20 per week should be enough."
"Get down on your knees in front of me". I slowly sank to my knees and shuffled over in front of him. "Tell me what I have taken from you?"
"You took my wife".
"What else?" he asked.
"You took away my cock".
"What else?"
"My manhood".
"That's right, he replied. And what did I take away from you tonight?"
"All of my assets - my car, and my marriage."
"That is right. I haven't quite taken everything from you, but there is still time. Now, to reinforce your place in this house, suck my cock."
I once again took a cock in my mouth, for the second time that night (but now the cock of the dominant man of the house), and began to suck. "Oh Dad - you're good at this. Not as good as Mom, but I think with some practice you will get there." He grabbed onto to my ears and began forcing my head up and down on his cock - once again making me gag when he pushed it in too deep. "Tell me what you are, Dad?" I looked at him quizzically, pausing in my cock-sucking exercise. I took his cock out of my mouth "What do you mean?" I said. "You are a cock-sucking faggot now, aren't you?" he challenged me. Looking down, I couldn't dispute what he said. He continued "You no longer fuck pussy, and all you do is get cocks in your mouth and ass - I think that is the defintion of a faggot, isn't it?" I couldn't argue, I just nodded my head slowly yes. He then grabbed my ears and I resumed my task. "Glllgh, glllgh, glllgh" as he forced my mouth up and down on his cock. Finally, he pulled me about halfway down on his cock and held still as he began filling my mouth with his spunk. "Thanks faggot. You can go now." And he left and retired to the bedroom with his Mom.
Stunned, I sat there on my knees for a while, and quietly sobbed. He was right - about everything. I was a faggot; and I had nothing; no wife, no house, no car, no bank accounts. My son was slowly taking everything away from me. Despondently, I went to my room, laid in bed, and tried to sleep; it was a long time coming, though.
Chapter 12 - More Rules for Me
The next day I was scheduled to work in the office, so I awoke extra early, shaved, showered, got dressed (except for underwear and pants, which were now kept in the entryway closet), made my way to the entry to finish dressing. My wife and son were at the kitchen table eating breakfast, and my wife nonchalantly said "have a good day at work, dear."
My son replied "Mom - I don't want you calling him dear, honey, or any other affectionate terms - and I don't think he really deserves to have a name like a man does. I think from now on we should call him 'Prissy'. What do you think?"
My wife evilly replied "you're right - he's not really anything but a slave in this house anyway. Goodbye Prissy!" she called out. Dejectedly, I finished dressing, and rushed out of the house for the half mile walk to the bus, and my long commute into work. Little did I know my life was just going to get worse.
I got home that night finally about 6:30pm (almost an hour later than usual - there were bus delays), and as usual removed my pants and underwear in the entryway. My wife (former wife - I need to start corrrecting my thinking about that!) and son were sitting at the kitchen table, almost as I left them nearly 11 hours ago, but now having dinner. I made my way into the kitchen to partake as well. As I began to sit in my usual chair, my son said "No, Prissy - you are not allowed to sit at the table with us anymore. You are going to kneel on the floor by the table to have your meals. Once again, complying silently, but chilled inside - I sank to my knees on the floor in front of the table.
Mom - make Prissy her dinner as we decided today." My ex-wife arose, and pulling a bowl from the upper cabinet, she reached under the sink and took out a bag; opened it, and filled the bowl with its contents. Smiling cooly, she placed the bowl on the floor in front of me.
"This looks like dog food?" I said.
My son replied "That's right, Prissy; from now on, that is what you are going to eat - for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It has all the nutrients you need. I don't want to hear you complain or we will get you something even worse." I looked at him - looked down at the unappetizing dog food - looked back at him - he seemed quite serious. Feeling I had no choice, I reached my hand down to pick up some of the dog food. "Oh no - you don't eat with your hands. Get your mouth down there like a dog and eat it up!" My son instructed. Stunned, I looked at my wife (ex-wife), but she was just looking into my son's eyes with what looked like loving approval. Once again, with no choice about my further degradation, I got down on all fours and began to eat the dog food. What have I become? How did this happen to me? Why don't I fight it? All of these thoughts ran through my mind, and yet, I complied (willingly?).
After dinner, my wife began to do the dishes; my son and I retired to the living room. I began to sink into my usual place on the couch, when my son stopped me "Here's another thing Prissy - you don't have furniture privileges on the main floor anymore. You can use the furniture downstairs, but not up here. This floor is for the master and mistress of the house. When you are up here, your place is on the floor." And he pointed to what would beocme my new place, off to the side by the window. I sank down on the floor. At least I could still see the TV here, I thought to myself.
My wife came into the living room, carrying what looked like a small belt. She said "when we were out shopping, we picked this up for you - it will help us all adjust to the new rules around here." She then came up to me, and I now saw it was a leather collar. Not overly wide, and it wouldn't be too overwhelming if seen by others - about 1" wide, with a background pink color, and embedded in it with rhinestones the word 'Prissy'. She gently placed it around by neck and fastened the clasp in back. She then went to join her new husband (my son!) on the sofa, and we watched TV for a couple hours.
At bedtime, I went to make my way to my bedroom, and was stunned yet again - the bed was missing! I turned back to my ex-wife and asked about the disapperance.
She said "Oh, yes. We had goodwill come and take the old bed away - this is going to be the nursery!"
"Where will I sleep? " I asked.
She replied "well, it would have to be the futon downstairs in your office - after all, you don't have furniture privileges on this floor anyway, right?"
I sighed. "I understand. I will begin moving my clothes downstairs tomorrow."
As I walked away she called out "sleep well in your new bedroom, Prissy!". My son just smirked.
I slept that night in my 'new bed' in the basement - the futon in my office. It was not very comfortable, and I tossed and turned all night. I kept thinking about whay my son said a few days ago - that he hadn't quite taken 'everything' from me - and wondering 'what else was there'? When I did doze off in the early hours of the morning, I woke up with my erection pushing against the cage - this had been happening fairly regularly; without a chance for release, I woke up almost every morning with a semi-hard cock in pain trying to push its way out of the plastic prison. I laid there for a while, slipping into an ever deeper depression. Finally, I got up and decided to shower, and get ready for the day. After my shower, I came up to the kitchen, where Josh and Laura were having breakfast. Laura pointed dismissively at my breakfast - already waiting for me on the floor by the table. I knelt down and buried my face in the bowl. As I ate, I realized that the taste was not bad; I guess I can live with this as my nutrition source.
The next few weeks my routine became the new normal; wake up, shower, eat a bowl of dogfood for breakfast, either go in to work or work in my home office, come home, take off my pants, eat another bowl of dogfood for dinner, and then watch TV on the floor until bedtime. I liked days when I went into the office, as I could eat something other than dogfood for lunch (although with a $20/week allowance, I either had to skimp on what I could buy, or not go in to work that many days). Josh had eased off on using me in the mornings - apparently, his Mom was over her morning sickness. She also began to show the pregnancy a bit.
Chapter 13 - Josh Finds One More Thing to Take Away
Summer arrived, and our daughter came home from college. Apparently she was now fully clued in to the relationship, as she was not fazed by me sleeping downstairs, my walking around with no pants on with my cock cage showing, or Josh and Laura sleeping in 'their' bed room. She seemed to feel bad for me - she was always asking me how I was doing, or if I needed anything. She did try to avoid looking at my cage - which I appreciated. The less embarassment the better. It did surprise me that she didn't seem to have a problem with me eating my meals on the floor of the kitchen.
One day, I came upstairs for coffee, and Josh and Meg were sitting on the couch in the living room. They were apparently having a pretty intense discussion. Josh told me to come in the living room, and I did. He then said sternly "Prissy - get down here and show Meg what you are now." I looked at him - and looked at my daughter; she wasn't saying anything. At this point, I was pretty much broken emotionally, so with a shrug, I sank to my knees in front of Josh. "Go ahead Prissy - take it out and show Meg what you are good for.". I shakily reached in to his shorts and pulled out his cock. Resigned to my fate, I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck slowly. It didn't take him long to rise to his full glory. Josh pulled my mouth off his cock, letting it wave back and forth in front of my daughter. "Tell Meg what you are now, Prissy."
Unable to look either of them in the eye, I said in a whisper "I am a faggot".
Josh pushed me away and said to my daughter "you understand now how things are around here now?"
Meg replied "yes, but I don't know how all this happened".
Josh stood up in front of her and said, while stroking his cock inches in front of her fact "Mom likes my big cock; and I knew I would have to show you what Prissy is now - you can understand why Mom doesn't want a little faggot like him touching her. Have you ever seen a cock this big? Or are you satisfied with what those little boys at college are carrying around?"
She seemed mesmerized by the big cock. Still staring at it, he challenged her "go ahead - wrap your hands around it and try it out."
Reluctantly, she reached out and began to stroke his cock, saying "won't Mom be upset that you are showing your cock off to another girl?"
Josh retorted with "she understands my needs, and wouldn't be envious in the least - as long as I keep her happy." He gently reached behind her head and drew her lips to his cock; with little need for persuasion, she opened her mouth and began to suckle on the same cock that I had in my mouth just minutes ago. "Oh yeah, Meg - that feels great. A little deeper now." Glgggh, glgggh she went - taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat.
Josh reached his hand down to her crotch and began to finger her pussy. Not offering any resistance, she parted her legs. With this affirmative signal, he reached down and pulled her shorts and panties down, and began to stroke her pussy, pausing occasionally to circle her little clit, making her moan. Pulling her mouth off of his cock, he pushed her back on the couch in a reclining position, and pulled her shorts and underwear completely off, and moved on top of her between her legs. Using his leg to continue to hump her pussy, they began to kiss deeply. "That's my girl - I am going to make you feel real good!". He unbuttoned her shirt, and she reached behind and unhooked her bra. She apparently was becoming an active participant in this scene of debauchery.
After kissing and sucking on her breasts for a few minutes, and several more sloppy french kisses, Josh moved to insert his big cock into her pussy. "Wait a minute" she compained - "aren't you going to put on protection?"
Josh responded "No way - I bred Mom, and I think you are nice and fertile - you are my next conquest." He looked over at me as he sunk his cock deep into her pussy, which made Meg arch her back and moan, and said "how does it make you feel Prissy, to see me take your daughter like I took your wife?" I couldn't look at him - but my eyes couldn't leave the scene of their mating, watching his cock saw in and out of her pussy.
"You are the man of the house", I said in a soft voice. That seemed to satisfy Josh, and he began to fuck Meg earnestly for the next 10 minutes.
Eventually Meg screamed out "oh my god, I'm cumming!!" and shortly after Josh thrust in a few final times exclaiming "ugh, oh fuck - I'm filling your pussy with my cum!".
Josh laid on top of her several minutes, and then pulled out. Standing up, he came over to me - once again putting his hand around my neck, he pulled me over to my daughter's pussy. "Clean her up, Prissy." Delighted (in a perverse way), I dove into my task with relish and began to lap up his cum from my daughter's cunt. "Oh god, Dad - that feels great!" Meg said. Josh leaned over her face - "don't call him Dad - I'm your Dad now; his only name in this house is Prissy.". She looked down at me with her eyes nearly closed and said "well, Prissy is great at eating pussy!". Within a few minutes she once again reached climax, shouting out "ugh, ugh - oh god - that's great!". My task completed, Josh pulled me away from her, and had me scoot away on my knees. "Tell Meg all the things I took away from you, Prissy."
Almost sobbing, I ran through the litany "you took my wife you took away my cock, you took my manhood, you took all my assets, my car, my marriage, my name; I can no longer can use furniture on the main floor; I now have to eat dogfood for meals."
Unsatisified - he looked at me "come on, Prissy - what else have I taken from you?"
Looking up at my daughter still laying on the couch, recovering from the two orgasms she had in the last twenty minutes - I got what he was saying "you took my daughter from me today."
"That's right, Prissy. Now, go back downstairs like the good faggot you are." I got up, went to the kitchen and retrieved my coffee cup, I filled it and trod sadly downstairs. Even more despondent now - I realized Josh was right. There were other things he could take away from me. My relationships with other people. I wondered how far this would go? How much more do I have to lose?
That night, Meg and Laura sat on the couch on either side of Josh, snuggling up close. Josh would turn to one and then the other, exchanging sloppy open mouth kisses. Apparently, they were both OK with the new arrangement. I, on the other hand, sat in my usual place over by the window, watching the TV shows; morose, as I would have loved to be stroking my cock - if I could touch it. But all I could do was sit there frustrated at the situation. Finally about 10, Josh stood up, turned off the TV, and taking both their hands said "let's go to bed now". The three of them left for their bedroom - apparently Josh now had a full harem on his hands. I sat there still somewhat shell-shocked. I couldn't understand how my ex-wife could be so accepting of him taking on another girl - or how my daughter was so willing to commit incest, and participate in a 3-way relationship. Finally, I drew myself up and walked back downstairs to what I was now thinking of as my 'dungeon'.
Over the next few weeks, I did try to eavesdrop as often as I could on the activities in what I now realized was truly the 'master bedroom' - as that is where the 'master' slept. Although I could never quench my desire with the cock-cage always standing in my way, I at least got some perverse satisfaction at listening to them. They both seemed to enjoy his affections - I would often hear both my ex-wife, and later on my daughter emit groans and screams of "oh god, I'm cumming!". They also seemed to shower him with frequent blow-jobs, and he was adroit at eating their pussies. By my estimation, he was cumming five to six times a day, and the girls were getting at least as many, if not a few more orgasms each day.
Eventually, the summer drew to an end, and my daughter (his daughter?) returned to school. No update on whether she was now pregnant also, although it would surprise me if she wasn't. The only good news for me is that, now down to only one sex partner, my son started visiting me downstairs again about every other day, for a 'morning suck and fuck'. I got some satisfaction from these encounters, as I at least was leaking cum during his ass-fucks - which was the only kind of sexual release I got anymore. During one of these encounters, Josh informed me that I was now to always address him as 'master', and Laura as 'mistress'. I just nodded my head that I understood.
Chapter 14 - Josh Widens the Audience
One day, as I was 'enjoying' my evening bowl of dog food, I heard Josh ask Laura "who is Prissy's best friend? Back when he had friends, that is . . .".
She replied "Bill Waterson - they used to hang out on weekends, and occasionally went on fishing trips. They also went to some ball games together. Why?"
Josh replied "I think it is time for more people to learn what Prissy is these days - do you have Bill's phone #?"
"Yes, I will send it to your phone" she said
"Thanks - I will reach out to him tonight and see if we can set up a time for him to come over to the house." And here I was becoming somewhat inured to my current status and position in the house - but if Bill saw me like this, I would just die.
I spoke up "master, is it really necessary for Bill to see me like this?"
Josh cut back with an acid tone in his voice "yes, I want him to see what you are. You need to understand that you can't hide what you are from the world. They need to understand the real you." I didn't protest further, but thought to myself - this is not the real me. This is what you have forced me to become. But I didn't think any further argument would get anything other than another belting from my son. So I stewed in silence and continued to eat the rest of my 'meal'.
Just a few days later, as we were sitting in the living room watching TV (with Laura and Josh on the couch, and me on the floor in my 'place' by the window), the door bell rang. Laura got up and went to the door. I just covered my cock-cage with my hand. Josh sharply said "move your hand - or I will break your fingers." Scared now, I didn't think I had any choice but to do as he said.
Laura opened the door and said "hi Bill! Come on in!" My worst fears now realized - my best buddy Bill was going to see what I had been reduced to.
Bill walked into the living room - and doing a double-take, he said "Louis - what's up? Why don't you have pants on? And what is that thing you are wearing?"
Josh said "have a seat on the couch over there, Bill. I thought we should invite you over so you can see what your 'friend' is into now." Laura sat back down next to Josh, and put her arm around him. I just stared at the ground. Josh reluctantly took a seat on the other couch.
"What is going on here? And Laura - it looks like you're expecting?" Bill asked.
Laura replied "we thought we would share with you our good news. Yes, I am expecting - I am going to have Josh's child in November! I don't think Prissy has told you, but we are divorced now - I am now married to Josh."
Bill seemed very confused. "But he's your son? I mean, it's great you are having another kid, but is that even allowed? And no, I had no idea that you and Louis divorced."
Josh added "Bill, as you can see by his collar, he no longer goes by Louis. His name is now Prissy. Prissy - tell Bill what you are now." His look stared daggers at me.
I knew what he expected. I softly said "Bill, what master and mistress said is true. They are now married, and expecting. I am a faggot; I haven't had relations with mistress in over almost two years now."
Bill, still flummoxed, continued "when did all this happen? Why didn't you tell me, good buddy - pick up a phone and call me?"
I looked down and responded "it just kind of evolved. It's obviously not something I'm proud of, so I had no intention of ever telling you."
Josh chimed in, forcefully "you see Bill, I thought you should know what Prissy is now. Prissy - tell your friend what it means, that you are a faggot?"
I replied "it means I suck cock - and take cock up my ass." I am sure Josh would have liked me to add that I liked it, but that would be a lie.
Josh added "well Bill - I think you should get a better idea of what Prissy is interested in now. Laura and I are going to retire to the bedroom, and leave you too alone. I bet Prissy will show you a really good time!" And with that, Laura and Josh got up and went into their bedroom and closed the door.
Bill turned back to me and said "so, you want to suck my cock? Is that why I am here?"
I thought to myself - well, if I play this right, maybe I will get some stimulation of my prostate out of this. "Yes, Bill - I would really like to suck your cock. I crawled over to him, and meekly looked up to him and reached my hand out and rubbed his crotch. "I am really good at it - please?" I pleaded with him.
"Well, I do love a good blow job. And god knows Marcia will never give me one. And with that, Bill opened his fly and tugged down his pants and underwear. I was quite shocked he was that easy to have his former good friend go down on him. He did have a nice looking cock, though. With no trepidation, I put my hands on either side of his legs and moved my mouth down to his cock, and sucked it it. Using all the techniques I had been taught with Josh, I began to suckle his cock and run my tongue around the head and shaft. It began to grow, and I grabbed onto it with one hand and continued to stroke, and moved down and began to lave his balls with my tongue. "Oh, that's great!" Bill exclaimed. I moved back up and took his thickening cock back into my mouth, and began to suck up and down, still using lots of tongue action. "Oh, oh, oh" Bill chanted. He sat there, a passive participant in my debasement. I started to take him deeper "glgggh, glgggh, glgggh" as I took him down to my throat. I then pulled off, and said "what I would really like, Bill - is to have you fuck my ass. I love that. Could you please do that for me?" And I turned around and presented him my ass - putting my head down to the floor, I pulled my ass cheeks apart. He sat there for a few seconds, and I was afraid that I had grossed him out - and that he would leave and never talk to me again.But he got off the couch, and moved down behind me. "The blow job was a great start - and I have always wanted to fuck Marcia's ass, but she never let me. You don't mind if I pretend you are Marcia while I am doing this?"
I replied "no Bill, whatever turns you on." I felt him press his cock-head against my puckered hole, and without too much trouble it popped in. He began to saw in and out - I was finally getting what I wanted! After a few minutes, his pace picked up, and with a final series of grunts, he held his cock deep in my ass. I noticed that some of my cum had seeped onto the carpet - there was going to be hell to pay for that later.
"That was great Loui - err, I mean Prissy" he said. He then pulled his cock out of my ass with a 'pop', and said "I guess I need to go to the bathroom and clean up."
I turned around and said "no Bill - don't bother; I will clean you." And I pushed him back down on the counch and began to suck his cock clean with my mouth.
"Wow - that is great. Now I don't need to worry about coming home to Marcia with my cock smelling like shit!" Bill said My task done, I sat back, and let Bill pull up his shorts and his pants. He got up, and awkardly said "well, I guess I'll be leaving now."
I replied "I understand. Thanks Bill."
He called down the hall "I'm taking off now" in a loud voice. The bedroom door opened, and Josh came out, with no shirt on - just his shorts. "I hope you two had fun" he said. "It was great" Bill said. Hestantly, he said "I would like to come back and do that again?" looking at both Josh and I.
Josh responded heartily "Oh, I think Prissy would love to have you back anytime, wouldn't you Prissy?" I nodded my head. Josh and Bill made their way to the door, leaving me kneeling on the living room floor. "Goodnight Bill" Josh said. "Goodnight" responded Bill. Bill left, and Josh shut the door.
Josh came back to the living room, doffed his shorts, and sat down on the couch. "OK, Prissy - what did I take away from you tonight?"
Now depressed at what I had done to get a quick ass-fuck, I softly said "you took away my best friend, and turned me into a cock-sucker for his pleasure."
"That's right Prissy - but that is all you are now, a faggot slave, isn't it?" I just nodded my head. Pulling on his cock, he already had a good erection. "I think I'm just giong to cut right to fucking your ass. Bend over the couch." With no reluctance, I went ahead and bent over the arm of the couch, which was his preferred position for drilling my ass. He moved behind me and lined his cock up to my hole. It slid in easily (no doubt due to Bill's earlier reaming, and the load of cum left in my ass as lubrication). "I just love taking things away from you, and teaching you your place in the world. Aren't you glad I took your wife from you?" He asked with a sneer, as he ploughed in and out of my ass.
I replied honestly "you have been good for mistress; I know she likes your big cock a lot better than my little dick. Yes, I'm glad you took her from me." I wasn't lying either - whether it was 'Stockholm syndrome', or just acceptance of my fate, it just seemd right to me that my son was the man of the house now. As he sped up, I was finally reaching my peak, and my cum started dribbling out of my cage. "Ah, ah ah" I exclaimed, enjoying the feeling. It wasn't really an orgasm, but it did give me some release - plus an emotional rush. With one final shove, he held his cock deep in my ass as he filled it with his cum.
He then pulled out slowly, and grabbed my shoulder and spun me around and forced me to my knees. "OK, clean up time, Prissy." I readily took his cock in my mouth and cleaned my shit off his cock. Eventually, he pulled me off. "You can go to your room. I am going to go to my bedroom and fuck my wife." With that, he left me kneeling in the room. Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I got up and went into the kitchen, and retrieved some towels, which I wet at the sink and went back to the living room to clean up my cum spots; I didn't want to get another belting tomorrow because I made a mess. After I was done cleaning, I wrung out the towels at the sink and hung them to dry. I then went back downstairs, and crawled in to bed. I actually was feeling fairly satisfied, so sleep cam easily that night.
Chapter 15 - Josh Widens the Audience
A few weeks later, once again during our evening meal with Josh and Laura sitting at the table, and me kneeling eating dog food out of my bowl, Josh had a further pronouncement (this seemed to be Josh's preferred venue for pushing me further down). "I invited Grandpa over this weekend. I think it's about time he learns about our new family situation." Laura added in "I think they are both looking forward to another grandchild. It's just going to be Kevin, though?" she said, referring to my father. "That's right. Not sure Grandma wants to see Prissy in his current state." I thought to myself 'thank god for small favors. Bad enough my Dad would have to see me. I definitely didn't want my Mom to see me.' Josh continued "plus, I would think Grandpa would enjoy Prissy's services." I had no idea what my Dad would think, or whether he would want my 'services'. But I knew what Josh was referring to.
That Saturday, I was hanging out downstairs in my office when I heard Laura call down "Prissy - come upstairs, we have a visitor!" I was pretty sure I knew who this was, so I steeled myself for the confrontation I expected. I came upstairs, and found Josh, Laura, and my Dad Kevin all sitting in the living room. I kneeled on the floor by my Dad's seat on the couch. Josh said "Prissy - tell Grandpa what you are now, and how things are around here." I couldn't look my Dad in the eye, so I just looked down as I recited and increasingly frequent litany. "Master and mistress are married now; mistress is having his child. I am a faggot." Josh interjected "that's not all, is it Prissy? What kind of faggot are you?" I continued "I am a cocksucking faggot. I like to suck cocks, and get cocks in my ass." Hoping that is what he was looking for, I looked up at Josh - and saw him nodding in assurance.
Like my best friend Bill, my Dad could not believe it - and we rehashed the same questions 'how can you do this? What does this mean? Is this even legal?' And Josh and Laura provided the same answers they had to Bill. With the ice broken, Josh now said to him "look, Grandpa - I knew you would have to see him in person to believe it. Laura and I are going to be in our bedroom so you two can continue the conversation." And as with Bill's visit, Josh and Laura got up, went to the bedroom, and closed the door. I now gathered up enough courage to look up at my Dad and say "I would really like to give you a blow-job. It's what I do now." And as with Bill, I reached my hand up and began rubbing his crotch. He was shaking his head in disbelief, but not pushing my hand away. So I became bolder and began unsnapping his jeans. He made no move to stop me, and in fact began cooperating, lifting his ass and letting me pull them down. Still shaking his head back and forth. I now had my target in sight, and lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. Using all of my standard techniques, I began to give him a thorough oral massage, and it wasn't too long before his cock began to engorge. I bobbed my head up and down, and eventually he put his hand on my head and began to help me go up and down on his cock. "Uhh, uhh, fuck - oh yeah, that's good" he said softly. I continued to fellate him for a few minutes. I lifted my head off his cock and said "Dad - could you please fuck me? I really need it." And I got down on the floor in front of him, put my head down and once again spread my ass cheeks, hoping he woud give in.
It didn't take him long to get down behind me and begin shoving his cock in my ass. "Ah god, that's feels so good" I encouraged him to continue. For a man of 65, he was really giving it to me good. "Ah, ah, ah - I love this!" I exclaimed again.
Just then, Josh returned to the living room. "How's the faggot's ass?" Josh asked my Dad. "Tight" my Dad tersely replied, still pumping in my ass. "Tighter than your wife's?" Josh inquired. My Dad affirmed "his ass is so damn tight - much better than Evelyn's pussy!"
Josh dropped his shorts, stroking an already hard cock. "Have you ever seen a cock this big?" Josh asked my Dad. "In pictures, or porn movies, sure - but never in person" my Dad replied. Josh continued "I think faggot tendencies must run in the family. I think you both have the hots for a big cock." With that, he walked up to my Dad and presented him with his cock, still stroking it. He grabbed my Dad's head and brought it down to his cock. I was surprised that my Dad gave in so easily - maybe Josh was right, that we were both natural faggots. I then heard my Dad slurping on Josh's cock. Josh taunted my Dad "I think I am going to share my cock with Grandma also. I think I'll take her away from you, like I took Mom away from Prissy here." With his mouth full of Josh's cock, my Dad coulldn't reply; I didn't know what he was thinking, or how he would react to Josh's threat; but on the other hand, he didn't slow down from slowly fucking in and out of my ass.
With a deep groan, my Dad pushed his cock in deep, and held it there for a minute - I assumed he finally climaxed in my ass. He slowly pulled out, squeezing the last few drops of cum out - but continued sucking on Josh's cock. Josh looked down at my Dad and said "Do you think Grandma would like my big cock?" My Dad looked like he was mesmerized by what he was doing, and just looked up at Josh and nodded his head 'yes'. "Great. I think I'll go over and let Grandma know how things are now, and share my cock with her as well. I'm going to take Grandma away from you, just like I took Mom away from Dad. That's OK, right, cocksucker?" he challenged his Grandpa. I couldn't believe my Dad had fallen under his spell as well, but he seemd totally devoted to sucking Josh's cock, and once again nodded his head 'yes'. Josh pulled his mouth off of the cock, and said again "Tell me that it is OK for me to take over your wife, and fuck her with my big cock."
Grandpa responded, as if reading a script "you can take over my wife, and fuck her with your big cock."
Josh forced Grandpa's mouth onto his cock for a few more minutes. Eventually, he pulled his Grandpa's mouth off of his cock, and said "I don't want to cum in your mouth. Maybe another time, but I want to save this load for Grandma." He pulled up his shorts, and walked over to the bookshelves. He picked up his phone that was standing there, leaning against the books. Josh said to both of us "I think Grandma won't believe me until I let her watch this. You're going to cooperate with me in converting your wife to my big cock, right Grandpa?" he said in a threatening tone.
My Dad gulped, and said "yes, I guess I have to. Please don't show anyone else that video?"
"Don't worry, it's all in the family. Now, I want you to go downstairs with Prissy, and maybe have her give you another blowjob, or fuck her ass again. And stay away from your house until I text you. I have a wife to conquer!" Josh said proudly. He went to his bedroom (I suppose to get dressed).
My Dad looked at me and said "I guess neither of us can get out of this now. I must say, you are a great cocksucker. And I did enjoy fucking you - I haven't cum that quickly in years. Lately, I start to lose my hardon when I'm fucking your Mom."
About a half hour later, Josh came back out of his room, dressed, and called out to us as he headed to the garage "remember, Grandpa - stay away from your house until I text you." And with that, he was gone. Dad and I went downstairs, as we were instructed. We spent the rest of the afternoon with me suckling on his cock, and he was able to get hard enough to fuck me one more time. This time, he had be lay on my back on the futon, and he put his arms around my legs, and fucked me like a woman. His cock was nowhere near as big as Josh's, but I still enjoyed the nice slow fuck he gave me.