The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Bro, this football game is boring! Let’s jet!” Ronny leaned over, playfully jabbing a fist into my son Jon’s ribcage. He almost cuddled into my son’s chest as they lay sprawled on the sectional in our mancave TV room. Ronny’s father and I gave each other that quick look, assuring each other that our sons were “just friends”, as they had been since they had become team mates on the high school football team.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “this game is looking bleak for the Chargers. But still, it’s a play-off game, Ronny!”

Ronny used his fist and pushed up and off my son as he flashed me his best “whatever old man!” look, his broad white smile making me realize just how damn grown up and handsome he’d become in the three years since I coached him and my son in high school! Ronny flashed a quick glance at my son, then returned his brilliant gaze on me. “Well, it’s like you always say, Coach. There’s no dog fight in this game!” His brilliant smile grew even broader, knowing exactly that his misquote had landed on target.

I looked at Ronny’s dad again, my bemused look letting Martin know it was his turn to speak adult. “Ronaldo Luis!” Martin began, using his dad-tone and his son’s full name, “the phrase is ‘I have no dog in the fight!’ And seriously, your sainted mother would be embarrassed hearing you speaking with that hombre accent. She was born in Mexico. YOU were born in Pasadena!” With that, both Martin and I laughed, and even Ronny and Jon giggled a bit.

Ronny opened his eyes wide and he cocked his head in a way that actually did make him look a bit innocent. A bit. In a sweet little voice, tinged with a bit of smartass, he said “I’m sowwy, Papi! I promise, Papi! I’ll be your good boy! You love your goodest son!” I started to chuckle a bit at the cutesie comment, but when I looked in Martin’s face I noticed he was a bit zoned out, the words making his face go a bit slack. Martin responded “Yes, son! My goodest son!” I gotta it, that last exchange was a bit odd, almost creepy. I looked at my son Jon for confirmation, but Jon was also staring vacantly at Ronny’s grinning impish face. Shaking off his gaze at Ronnie, Jon then turned to me, imitating the cute little boy face. “How about me, Daddy? Am I your most goodest boy, too, Daddy!?” With that, the boys burst out laughing and Ronny tickled Jon’s abs and leaned in and gnawed on them like a playful puppy!

For a split second, my mind flashed on an image of Ronny and Jon having sex. I mean, they were just, well, too close! But then I decided that I was just having old school thoughts. Young sexually confident studs like Ronny and my son are just aware of their bodies and not held back by the rules I was. They don’t care how it appears, or if someone thinks something untoward, they’re young, hung, and full of cum and they could pulverize anyone that said anything. A few seconds past and I realized that all three men were looking at me for a response, and I panicked, and changed the subject. “Well, end of the third quarter. I gotta piss,” I blurted out as I stood up. “Can I get anyone anything? Another beer, Martin?” The moment broken, everything seemed to slip back to normal.

The fourth quarter proved Ronny’s point. There was, indeed, no fight in these dogs, and the Charger’s chances of a comeback were fading. Again, it was Ronny that spoke out. “Welp, stick a fork in this game, it’s toasted!” Before either Martin or I could start to correct this latest assault on the English language, Ronny flashed another great smile and rubbed my son’s tummy like you’d do trying to get a puppy excited. “Hey, Jon-Jon! What say you and I leave these old dudes to their game and we get our game on? C’mon, I’ll let you lick my ass again . . . at Call of Duty!” The last part of that comment was aimed at me, as Ronny flashed his brilliant smile letting me know he knew what my earlier thought had been. “Up and at’em, Soldier!” Ronny instructed Jon. “There’s asses to lick and butts to kick!” With that, Ronny and Jon jumped up and trotted off to my son’s room to game, Jon looking less like a soldier and more like a big puppy as he trailed obediently behind his best friend. At 6′3″ and a solid 240#, Jon was as broad as the doorway and his cornfed good looks were a stark contrast to his best mate’s swarthy Latino handsomeness. As they turned down the hallway, I weakly yelled after them “More on the kicking, less on the licking, please, boys!” Again, I said it to assure myself.

Returning my attention to Martin, I asked “Is it just me, or are they getting dumber as they get bigger these days?” Martin replied, “Ken! I think it’s part of the game. They’re the big football studs at school, they’re built like muscle tanks, they got the cool new haircuts, they’re inseparable, they pretty much rule the school. Heck, I hear the sorority girls have nicknamed them ‘Ron-Jon’! I understand your concern, Ken, you know, about all the touching and innuendo. But Ronny’s definitely an Alpha and just playing with us, Plus, his grades are way better than they were in high school.” Seeing that his comment about Ronny being an Alpha without mention of Jon hurt my feelings, Martin quickly added, “And, of course, you know, Ronny and Jon hanging together makes them both Apex jocks. And you said yourself that Ronny was really helping focus Jon on being a better student, right? And his grades have been so much better than you hoped for, right?”

Taking that in, I chuckled “Yeah, I asked Jon how his grades had gotten so good, he told me he had grade-slaves, dudes that wanted to be around him and Ronny, so they do his homework for him and bribe the teachers to look the other way and take his tests for him!” Of course he’s just BS-ing me, but I almost believed him at first.” I took a final sip of beer draining the bottle. “Man, wouldn’t that have been great to have in our day, eh, Martin? Coasting easy through college on a sports scholarship having everyone ‘licking our asses’ all the time!” I said, smiling at the end for having used Ronny’s misquotation.

The game ended poorly. The Chargers were sent home with their tales between their legs. Martin and I chatted a bit more about our sons and their friendship, agreeing that they were terrific sons, and that they had both become so much more muscled and handsome over the past year. “If only we could get them to get better haircuts! What is that style called, broccoli head?” I started laughing and noticed Martin wasn’t quite as amused as I was. “No!” Martin said, that odd vacant look on his face again. “Ronaldo says it’s called the ‘Alpha’. Only the top jocks have that haircut so all the lesser guys know they are the ‘Alpha’! And Ronaldo told me he and Jon were getting the new mullet cut soon because so many ass-kissers were copying them.” Martin’s comment spooked me, that was twice in an hour that Martin seemed lost and drifting, and both times when recalling his son’s comments. He spoke his son’s words with reverential authority, even though it was just about a silly haircut.

I got up, got Martin a final beer, and turned the TV over to Sportscenter to get the blow-by-blow of the crummy game we’d just watched.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I’m gonna go check on our ‘Alpha Bros’!” I said, making air quotes at the silly term. As I headed up the stairs, I’m pretty sure I heard Martin echo under his breath “Yes, our Alpha Bros”!

I was kinda distracted as I headed up the stairs and down the hall to Jon’s room. I was wondering if maybe Martin had either had too much beer or maybe if he was having a reaction to some sort of meds. He wasn’t the clever gregarious Martin I was used to. The door to my son’s room was mostly closed, open an inch or so. I expected to hear the familiar “Pew! Pew! Slash! Slash” sounds of the video game and see the flashing lights of the hi-res graphics computer, but the room was quiet and it seemed only Jon’s nightstand light was on. I slowed my approach and, yes, (ashamed of my sneakiness), I tiptoed close and leaned my ear to the door. “God! Had I become as much a nosy bitch as my ex-wife?” I pondered and was just about to back away and let them alone, when I heard Ronny speaking softly almost in that boyish voice he’d used earlier but this had a darker edge to it. As my ears tuned in, the words became clearer.

“You are enslaved to Master! You have always been enslaved to Master! Take another deep sniff and take Master’s scent deep into you. It is the scent you worship, the scent that controls you. It is Master’s scent, and you are enslaved by my scent!” It was a crazy thing to hear, and I accidentally leaned in a fraction to hear it better, and doing so, the door opened just that fraction more.

“All of Master’s scents control you, enslave you, own you. My pits, my feet, my crotch, my ass, even my belly button scent. Master’s scent controls you.” I leaned a bit left, and could see Ronny, standing with his back to me at the foot of my son’s bed. He appeared to be alone, and I sighed quietly. Ronny was just jacking off, I assured myself. He was standing, looking down. I told myself he was just jacking off again. But in that moment, I actually saw Ronny naked for the first time since he had been just a high school jock. And from the backside, I can tell you, Ronny had truly become a true specimen of manhood. I ed that young “high school jock Ronny” had a nice body, some muscle, but very little hair. Maybe he had hair on his legs but not on his butt. “College Stud Ronny” was a godlike man. His broad back tapered in a solid V-shape, the intricate muscles all showing. His legs were sculpted, and fully encased in a constant cover of black hair. And. That butt. Wow. Ronny’s ass was thick, beefy, and round. But it was all muscle. Each cheek had a pronounced dimple and even as he stood almost still you could see the muscles shift slightly. And, not that I spend my time checking out other men’s butts, but Ronny’s had to be the hairiest ass I’d ever seen. The outer flanks were covered in solid hair, but, from the small of his back down into his asscrack and then flaring out along the bottom of each cheek was pretty much not hair as much as it was fur. It was a pelt of shiny dark black fur.

“You always listen and always obey your Master. You always need to serve your Master. Take another deep breath and enjoy the smell of your Master. That’s it. Another deep breath. Another breath and become enslaved!”

I was just about to retreat and leave Ronny to his masturbation, when he spoke again. “Yes, be a good boy, please Master. Take it!”

I was staring at Ronny’s beautiful jock butt, oddly enjoying his sexy guttural and arousing voice, when I saw them. A pair of hands came around Ronny, just below his waist. A pair of man’s hands, the left and right hands gliding around Ronny to grab each furry cheek. Dear god, I realized. Ronny wasn’t alone. There was another man . . . another . . . my Jon! My mind froze, a sudden image of my big muscle boy son, there, on his knees, his hands holding onto Ronny’s big ass as he was . . . blowing his best friend. Now. I’m no homophobe. I try to be as aware and openminded as the next guy. And I’ll it I had even wondered a few times about Ronny and Jon. It’s just that . . . well . . . just that it was hard to conceive that my Jon, the huge-framed, big stud football player was not just gay . . . but also, well, a cocksucker. I was so damn confused and conflicted. Yet, I somehow couldn’t pull away, and also couldn’t make my presence known.

Ronny was now speaking in a more imioned voice, obviously he was enjoying having my son servicing his cock. “Yes, boy, so good, so easy, so wonderful. You love to serve your Master, you need to listen to my words, you must listen to my words, you have no choice but to listen to my words. My words hold power over you, they control you, they invade your mind just as my scent does. You are enslaved to Master. Isn’t that right . . . Coach?” Startled, I shook my head a bit and realized I had been so enthralled looking at Ronny’s perfect ass that I hadn’t noticed he had turned his head. Ronny was looking straight at me, and as my eyes met his, a huge toothy smile spread across his handsome face, the uplight from the table lamp giving his face an almost devilish appearance, piercing eyes, carved features, a predatory grin.

“Good to see you, Coach! Seems you finally discovered what you’ve always known.” Ronny turned a bit back toward my son, the cocksucker. “Jon-Jon, looks like your Dad is here and has a few questions. Well, he has a few questions . . . and a huge leaking boner, Jon-Jon!” In shock and a bit of horror, I looked down and realized I did have a massive hard-on. No explanation. And the front of my sweatpants had a widening dark spot of my own pre-cum. How could this be? What kind of pervert wants to see what I was about to see? I mean, my son and Ronny are adults, so whatever is going on is legal, but it’s still seems way wrong for me to get aroused thinking about it. But it’s something in Ronny’s voice, the confidence, the tone, the seduction. And, well, that perfect Ass.

“Jon-Jon, as wonderful as those sweet lips feel Master’s cock, I need to chat with your Daddy now. So be a good boy for Master . . . Sleep!” As Ronny’s words came from his lips, that last word had a potent effect. The hands that were firmly holding each of Ronny’s cheeks immediately dropped from his ass and made a loud thud on the floor. There was also an audible ‘pop’ sound. I shuddered to think what I already knew, that that sound was a cock being pulled from a vacated mouth, Jon-Jon’s—I mean—Jon’s mouth. With that sound, Ronny turned slowly and squared up toward me. His magnificent ass disappeared and his chest and groin came into view. Again, it was rather hard to that this godlike man standing there was the former high school jock I coached. His chest was broad, covered in a nice fur pattern, his pecs rounded and crowned with nipples that were pert and as red as Ronny’s lips. His cock was a solid 7 inches and curved slightly out and downward, and it rested on a pair of hefty manballs, but they were oddly hairless, maybe shaved.

As he shifted to face me, I got my first sight of my cocksucking son. There, slumped on his knees, arms lifeless hanging to the floor, was Jon. But he looked as if he’d been drugged. His eyes were open, but empty, vacant, and they rolled casually in his head, unfocused. His mouth was slacked open, tongue hanging out a bit, and his handsome face was still adorable and boyish, even intoxicated. Jon’s big muscular frame was swaying slightly, and he appeared that he could topple over any minute and crash to the floor, but just as he would tip, he would slightly adjust and then start to tip the other direction.

“Hey, um, listen, Ronny! I mean, um, well, you know, I have no problem if you and, um, well, I have no problem if you and my Jon are, well, um gay for each other. I mean, honest, I think the world of you, and, well, I just think that, well, if you guys are in love and all, I mean, but if it’s drugs, or such, I just can’t have you guys doing any drugs or . . .” I think I would have gone on stammering like a fool forever had Ronny not interrupted.

“Coach. Listen to my voice. Come in, sit down, and let Master do the talking. Obey.” His voice was clear and firm and even commanding. I stopped thinking and just did what he said. Once I was seated in the chair at my son’s desk, I again started to formulate questions and began to motion to speak, but Ronny was firmly in charge of this rather amazing situation. Ronny leaned in close to me, his right hand on my shoulder. “Coach! Ken! Daddy! Relax! R-e-l-a-x! It’s not drugs. Jon isn’t on drugs. Jon is a good boy and would never do drugs! And Jon isn’t exactly my lover, either. In fact, Jon isn’t even entirely gay!” Hearing this, and staring into Ronny’s eyes, I did believe what I was hearing, and my body began to r-e-l-a-x! “Yes, Daddy! Jon is a good boy. And Jon isn’t my lover. Jon is my slave! And I think soon you’ll understand even better what that means, and you might even want to learn more!”

I was too stunned to speak, and I could’t seem to break eye with Ronny. Well, not until he allowed me to. “Coach. Daddy. Look at your beautiful boy! See how handsome he is! And see how adorable he looks under Master’s control!” Sensing permission, I looked at Jon there, on the floor, still in his trancelike wobble. “He’s a very good boy, and you’re a very good Daddy, and soon you will understand and want to be just like your sweet boy. Look, listen, learn. Oh, and also . . . take a nice deep breath and sniff my amazing scent, Daddy!” I couldn’t help it. I took a slow deep breath and I understood. The scent, the aroma, the odor, it was life changing. It was the scent of men, that vague and subtle and yet strong and clear scent of men, or, well, of A man! Ronny! It was hypnotic, it was addictive, and it was permeating the room. Suddenly I had flashbacks. That scent, Ronny’s scent. It had been around me for years. Since he was in high school, I had been breathing in his powerful yet pleasant scent, unaware it was conditioning me. “Yes, Daddy!” Ronny leaned further in and was now so close to me I could feel his breath stroking the skin on my neck as he spoke. “Breathe in my scent, watch your Jon-Jon, listen to our words and see how wonderful it is to serve your new Master!” Almost on autopilot, I did as Ronny commanded. Ronny lifted my tee shirt up and peeled it off me that being the only split second my eyes weren’t focused on my son.

“Jon-Jon! Obey Master.” From the tottering pile of flesh on the floor, my son seemed to wake a bit, his posture more certain and his eyes coming into light focus. Then Jon spoke. “Yes, Master. It’s easy to obey Master.”

“Good boy, Jon-Jon” A ripple of pleasure seemed to roll through my son’s body, and my own body got a sudden shiver as my cock began to stir in my sweatpants. “Jon-Jon, look at Master.” Jon-Jon, I mean, Jon, complied! “Look, Jon-Jon, Master is here with your Daddy. Well, maybe OUR Daddy now! Why don’t you be a good boy and play with your pretty boy nipples and tell Daddy how many times we wished he was with us, a slave like you, but also a big strapping Daddy that would service us. Go ahead, boy, tell Daddy how much you love to serve Master and be a good boy!”

As fast as Jon’s hands had previously slammed to the floor, they now came alive and moved quickly to his nipples on his huge pecs. But not crossed over to the other nipple like a normal guy might do. He was gently pinching each nipple with the hand on each side, and it looked a bit awkward, bit whorish, and yet kind of arousing. Like maximum stimulation. And his body squirmed as he writhed in his own deep pleasure. “Oh, Daddy!” Jon began, his voice both innocent and yet still manly, “Master is so amazing. I’ve been his slave for so long, as long as I’ve known Master. I love to sleep for Master and be his cockslave. I suck Master’s cock, I eat Master’s hole, I worship Master’s feet, and I open my boyhole and take Master’s cock!”

Ronny spoke again and immediately Jon’s eyes snapped to his Master, and he stroked his boy nipples a bit harder. “Very good Jon-Jon! But I need you to tell Our Daddy why we he’s here now and what he is going to be!”

“Oh yes, Master, yes!” Jon’s eyes returned to me. “Daddy, ever since Master first fucked me I’ve known that I could never breed my Master back. It’s just not right. And I’ve also known from the very beginning, from the first time I sucked Master’s cock after he bred me and tasted my own boycunt and Master’s seed together, that I would never be man enough to pleasure our Master! Please, Daddy, please! Come worship Master with me and be his stud. He has always wanted me. He has always wanted you. He has always wanted us. My boycunt. Your Mancock!”

In my last moment of semi-clarity, this all seemed to be bizarre, impossible, and just plain insane! “No!” I spoke, my own volume shaking me just barely from my tranced state. “No! Master! I mean. Ronny! No! I . . . I . . . can’t!” My brain was flooded by the images my son had detailed. My son, a mindless cocksucker. Me, a mindless stud-bull, a father-son duo enslaved to Master! Wait! Ronny! No! Master!

I’m not certain, but as I processed this insanity, I could almost swear I heard that same ‘pop’ sound I’d heard when Master had pulled his cock from my son’s mouth. Only this time, it was my mind making that sound!

“Good boy Jon-Jon! Now Sleep Deep for Master!” With that, Jon dropped not only back to slumber, he collapsed to the floor with a huge THUD! Out! Gone! I wanted to help, but I made a mistake and looked at Ronny for permission. And one gaze and I forgot to move. “Deep breath, Daddy! Take a deep breath and draw in Master’s scent!” I did, and it was wonderful. It was a bit of man sweat, a bit of pit scent, a bit of man breath, and a bit of . . . man sex! Ronny moved his hand down to his crotch and rubbed his hand under his balls. He raised it, took a cursory sniff himself, then put his fingers beneath my nostrils. “Again!” Master said. sniff Wow. Same as before, but now an even more intense man musk, deep hefty, laden with intoxicating scent.

“Yes!” Yes! Yes Master!” I blurted out. “Please, Master, more!”

“Good Daddy! Yes. More!” With that, Ronny put his hand back down to his crotch, gathering a full-on load of his scent on his fingers and palm. He started to raise it back toward my nose, but then, with a devilish grin, his hand moved it around to that magnificent ass and dove deep into his furry asscrack, grinding a bit and transferring his potent manmusk to his hand! I it, as much as I loved the previous scent, I was a bit nervous about this. What was this? Would it smell like shit? I don’t think I could stomach the smell of such a sexy stud mixed with shit! Sensing my recoil, Ronny leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against my ear. “It’s OK, Daddy! It’s not dirty! It’s pure! It’s raw! It’s straight from your Master!” And then he put his hand under my nose! I took a deep hit!

I’ve never, NEVER done drugs! But. This must be what drugs feel like. “Yes! YES! Master! MASTER! YES, MASTER!”

Ronny pulled away, and I tried to follow him, breath in again, follow Master’s scent. I fell from my chair and onto my knees. Ronny turned back and looked down on me, fully aware of his victory. “Tell me, Daddy! If you’re not my slave, when did you start pinching you man titties?” In that second, I realized I had been stroking my man titties in the same whorish way my son had been stroking his boy nipples before! I faced the final moment. “Since I became your Slave, Master!”

There. Then. Forever. Truth. I was Master’s stud-slave. My son was Master’s cunt-slave! Truth.

“More?” Ronny asked, though even his question sounded like a command.

“Yes, Master! More! Yes! Always more!”

“Worship me, Daddy!” Ronny then stood exactly between me and my son, and turned his back to me. Master’s perfect, godlike, furry fucking ass was immediately before me. Thinking only of that scent, Master’s scent, I leaned in and my nose made with that line of deep fur between Ronny’s muscular cheeks, that furrow of dense dark forest of hair! I snorted deep, not like a man, like a pig! I couldn’t get enough! Ronny’s scent was primal! It was raw! I needed it more than I had ever needed anything. My tongue slowly worked out from my lips parting the fur. My hands rose from my Man Titties and clenched onto Ronny’s cheeks. Finally, my nose and tongue found the Source! Dear Fucking God! My tongue touched another guy’s asslips! My tongue touched Master’s asshole. And not just that! It went wild! I dove deep, shoving my head into Master’s crack, licking, prodding, delving, diving as far as I could into Ronny’s hole. I braced my hands against Ronny’s hips trying to impale him on my tongue when I suddenly felt a second set of hands around mine.

“Suck me, boy! Rim me, Daddy!” In an instant, I understood. Me. Master. Jon-Jon! A perfect Triad! I was the stud to service Master’s hole. Jon-Jon was the good boy servicing Master’s cock! A perfect Triad!

We went on like this, for what seemed like timeless oblivion. Then, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. When did my sweatpants come off? I couldn’t , so lost in worshipping Ronny’s ass. But there I was, now naked, and a warm, wet mouth was on my cock. Not sucking like a blowjob, It was wet, slobbery, and . . . lubricating!?! Without command or thought, I rose from my knees, the warm mouth following me upward until my cock was behind Ronny’s perfect ass. Instinct took over, and my hands rose to Master’s tits and I started tweaking them as my Dadcock followed the very slick trail my tongue had just divined. One second as my cockhead met those perfect asslips. Another second as my cockshaft followed and I buried my meat inside my Ronny, my Master, my son’s best friend, my former jock! I began to stroke deep, penetrate, open, fuck. Fuck. FUCK! It felt like a second, but it felt like eternity. My Daddy cock plunged in and out, deeper, deeper, as deep as my hypnotic trance.

Ronny let out a deep, growling command. “Seed me, Daddy. Seed my fucking hairy mancunt. Seed your Master’s hole!” And. Then. Release! Pulverizing release! I absolutely flooded Ronny’s guts with the pent up load of a sex-starved Daddy!

“Master! Ronny! Master! I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m your slave!” I bleated as my spent cock fired it’s last shot and I collapsed on the floor.”

I came to with the feeling of a warm and gentle mouth on my cock, a suckling piglet feel as my cock was being not so much sucked as cleaned. I opened my eyes and looked down. It was Martin! My best mate, there, obediently hoovering my scent-encrusted cock. My jizz, Master’s ass-scent, and god knows what else. From my cock, Martin shifted to the floor beneath my son Jon-Jon. Waking from my stupor, I realized that Martin was licking the sperm-stained carpet under my son, meticulously devouring the boyshot of cum that Jon had made when Ronny had released his load into him! Again, Martin moved on, licking up the legs of his own son, Master Ronny. Down each leg was a trickle of . . . well, a mixture of Jon-Jon’s saliva, my saliva, Master’s Cum, my cum, and the sweat of three sexual partners.

“Done, Master!” Martin reported as he sat back and licked his lips!

“Good slave!” Ronaldo remarked. “Now! Papi! Obey and forget!” With that, Martin rose and left. I looked up at Master, Ronny, confused! How could all of this just have happened, then be so simply dismissed? How could Martin literally just hoovered a ‘crime scene of gay sex’ and then just walked away, oblivious?

“Don’t worry, Daddy!” Ronny looked down at me, that damn-sexy grin on his face beaming. “You won’t forget! You just won’t !” I started to protest, for a split second, and then Ronny looked into my eyes and said . . . ? ? ?

A few months later, Jon-Jon had returned home, the summer laying out in front of us. He and I had been to the hardware store and grocery store. We had performed a full day of chores and set the grilling steaks to marinade while we cleaned off the dirt of the day. As he finished scrubbing my back in the shower, I turned and gave him a deep kiss on the lips! Jon-Jon broke off that kiss and began to lower himself to his knees, kissing my neck, each nipple, my belly button, my happy trail and, as he reached his kneesInstinctively, he kissed the head of my big Dadcock mischievously and looked up into my eyes.

“Daddy?” He said, licking my cock teasingly. “Yes, boy! Yes! I know!” I have already invited Ronny and Martin over tomorrow! Sunday afternoon with our best friends.” As Jon-Jon swallowed my cock deep and I put my hand on the back of his head, impaling him on my Daddy-boner, I stated, “Ronny said it’d be really generous if we invited your new friend Cody and his dad Mark over, welcome them to town!”

“Oh, yes, Daddy! Cody is a really nice boy! I know you’ll like him! And Daddy Mark is super cool! You are gonna be pals!”

I sunk my cock deep into Jon-Jon’s throat and smiled! “Yes! Master already told me!”