Suddenly the alarm clock went off at five in the morning. I was sleeping with my head resting on my father's chest. Then my father said to me, Samuel, you still have it open and filled with our loads. Marcos Normal, you've destroyed me, Samuel. I didn't hear any complaints yesterday, Marcos Normal. How was I going to complain when you guys were giving me so much shit? I was on cloud nine, Samuel,
so as agreed, no complaints. Marcos would never complain about you, You idiot, Samuel giving me a little slap on the face, show some respect. I'm your father, Marcos. I'm sorry, Poppy, I said, my voice laced with a moan. Samuel, you're impossible. Go take a shower. You still smell like sex, he said, giving me a smack on the ass. So I got up and my legs were shaking like crazy, and when I stood up, I could feel something hot coming out of my ass. My father started laughing and said to me,
be careful, or your brothers and nephews will escape. I started laughing and turned around, sticking out my ass and spreading my cheeks with my hands. You could see the milk coming out, and I said you know what you have to do. My father looked at me with a smile, stood up and positioned himself in front of me. Damn, he looked so savage, like a real macho. I had to tilt my head back to look at him. He's so big and strong. He has me completely at his mercy.
He picked up the anal plug and showed it to me, spitting on it with gusto as he rubbed his saliva all over it. Then he ordered me, in his dominant tone, Samuel, turn around and bend over. I obeyed without hesitation, bent over, stuck my ass out toward him, and he shoved it in me in one swift motion. At that moment, I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my hair and
lifted me up, pressing me against him. I could feel the warmth of his hairy, muscular chest against my back, and I felt his breath on my ear, making me let out a soft moan. At the scene, with one hand still gripping my hair and the other beginning to caress my abdomen, my thick, vainycock was already hard, driving me wild. Samuel said, get in the shower or I'll rape you. Right here, and we won't make it to work. I let you sleep in to day, and he gave me a hard slap on the ass that left his
hand print and freed me from his grip. Marcos, you're a real bastard. You can't just leave me like this, Samuel, come to the shower. I've got something planned for to day that you're going to like. I went to the
shower and started showering. When I took out the plug to get ready, as I did almost every day to be prepared for my father, a large amount of milk for my father and my uncle came out, and there was also a bit of blood, which was understandable given the double penetration I had yesterday that tore me up inside, but I have to say it was fucking amazing. I took a quick shower, got ready, and put the plug back in, then went out and started getting dressed to
go to the warehouse. Once I was dressed, I went out to have breakfast with my father. My father had already prepared breakfast for us and was waiting for me with my coffee. My father began to smile when he saw me sitting down. Samuel, I'm glad you can sit down, Marcos, and I to be honest, Samuel, you were so well behaved yesterday. You held it together like a champion. Marcos. The truth is I don't have much trouble dilating, Samuel. I see, but you've got it really tight, Marcus. Well
it'll be less now, Samuel. By the way, you're going back to the gym with me Marcus today, Samuel. Yeah, you've been slacking off for a long time. Marcos. Hey, you know I'm doing extra cardio Samuel. True, but you can always improve like me. At that moment, my father flexed his bicep in front of my face. Yes, sir, I replied, automatically, staring at him hypnotized Samuel, I'm glad about the effect I have on you. You're going to like today's session, he said, a smile playing on his lips. Marcos,
you scare me. My father got up from the table and said to me, come on, let's get to the car or we won't make it. We were both in the car, but before getting out, my father unzipped his fly and said to me, come on, you're going to drink the coffee milk. I'll leave your ass alone. For now. But my balls are loaded again and you have to empty them. I stared at that object of my desire, the massive cock my father had. He was a fucking stud, and I knew he had me completely at his mercy,
and it was already throbbing inside his underwear. He grabbed my head with his hand and slammed it against his crotch. My father smelled so good. I was obsessed with his scent. I rubbed my face against his package, licking and biting the outline of his cock. My father said, just get it over with and swallow it, already giving me a light tap on the head. That order made me get turned on in the worst possible way. I freed his cock, which was already almost fully erect. You could see his thick,
twenty three centimeter monster with a five centimeter girth. It was a meat shotgun that drove me wild. I began licking the head of his cock, pulling back the foreskin, while he started groaning hoarsely. How turned on I got listening to him moan. He was a bull, eager for sex whenever he could, and he never hesitated to get it. His cock was already rock hard, so I grabbed it
and started swallowing even more eagerly. Then I set about helping myself with my hands, sucking his glands while masturbating him, massaging his balls as I masturbated him, and licking his entire cock. As my father placed his hand on my head, setting the rhythm of my blow job, I was already half way through the heart on I had. I ran my tongue all around his glands, noticing the veins and how this man turned me on. I muffled my moans
as I sucked and swallowed even more. Then we got to a traffic light, and suddenly I felt my father's hands on my head as he lifted his hips to fuck my throat hard. He'd shoved it all the way down to my balls, and I was holding on for dear life. He started going harder on me while urging me to hang in there. I couldn't stop moaning with his cock in my throat, feeling it throb and grow bigger, making me gag, but I held on well. Then I heard another car honk. My father freed my head. The
traffic light had turned green and he resumed driving. I pulled his cock out of my throat. Causing a lot of drooel to come out, and I started coughing as I gasped for air. Samuel, you suck way better than any of the girls I've been with, Marcos, better than my mother. My father looked at me and started laughing. Their divorce hadn't been particularly amicable. They'd thrown shit at each other like there was no tomorrow. Samuel, you definitely
suck it a thousand times better than she does. Grabbed the back of my neck with his big hand and kissed me on the mouth. He pulled away and said, finish what you've started. Then, holding my head in place, he ran to his cock into my mouth. I kept sucking and licking his glands while it was wedged deep inside, and when he thrust it all the way in, I used the tip of my tongue to graze his balls. My father wouldn't stop moaning. He was an inner beast,
roaring inside the car. As he picked up the pace and the way he fucked my mouth. I started massaging his big fat balls again, which were pressed against his cock, noticing that he was about to come, while I felt his cock swelling more and more in my throat. Suddenly I noticed him pressing my head harder against his cock, fucking me hard until his moans grew heavier and louder. Samuel said, I'm gonna come fuck. Don't leave anything out
and pressed my head hard against his cock. At that moment, I had few options swallow or choke, and I was really into his com so I didn't leave anything untasted. Once I'd swallowed all his com I started cleaning his cock, squeezing out every last drop while still licking the head, and then and tucked it back into his underwear. Marcos I could get used to this, I said, with a grin from ear to ear. Samuel said, you should just get used to it. Right then we arrived at the warehouse.
The work shift was quiet. My father started using the remote control for the anal plug, forcing me to control my reaction. At that moment, I looked at him. He smiled and lowered the plug's intensity, taking pleasure in playing with me by raising and lowering the power. Until we got to the lunch break, my father put his arm around me, making me notice his entire body odor. How that macho sent turned me on. We started eating. Samuel, well,
do you remember the jim routine? Marcos, Oh, are we serious, Samuel. Of course, I'm always serious, Marcos. Well, honestly, I think I deleted it from my phone. Samuel looked at me and started laughing at me, then gave me a tap on the head. Good thing, Damian's going to give you a hard time to day, Marcos. Fuck. The important thing is that I don't get sore, Samuel. No way you're going to freak out to day. We finished eating and the rest of the work shift went by normally, with
my father continuing his games using the plug. So I'd never had such a good time at work, and my father knew how to play with me ever since we started this experiment. He'd seemed happy, and I was happy with him. But it's the same old story. Whenever you're feeling your best, some one comes along to bring you down, and that person was going to be my mother, Clara. I didn't get along badly with her, but she never got over my moving in with my father because she
wasn't too thrilled about me being gad. But well, little by little she got over her nonsense, especially after she met Tony, her last boyfriend, who opened her mind a bit. Among other things, she seemed less bitter. Marcos, speak now or forever, hold your peace, I replied cheerfully. Clara, Hello son, how are you, Markos said, laughing. I'm doing fine, just leaving work with my dad, and now he's going to torture me by making me go to the gym. Clara,
that's fine, we need to get moving. I already get enough exercise, I said, looking at my father with a mischievous smile. My father started laughing. Clara said to me, I wanted to ask you. My birthday is in a few days, you remember, right, In a somewhat timid voice, Marcos, of course, ma'am. I already have the gift. It's not about that, is it. It's about whether you're going to come celebrate it with Tony and me, she asked in a faint voice. Marcus. Well, I looked at my father,
who nodded and said yes, no problem on his end. Okay, yeah, I'll be there for your birthday, Clara. Oh great, I'm so glad to hear you say yes. Marcos. Relax, I almost always go Clara. Okay, I'll let you know the time later, Marcos. Don't worry, there's still a week left. Clara, said, see you, son, have a good workout at the gym. Marcos, don't worry. Dad's got my back. Clara, I'm glad to hear it. See you later, son, and I hung up. My father started laughing. You're placing me with her. What
a bad son, he said sarcastically. Marcos, she doesn't take me to the gym. It's your fault, I replied, laughing, Samuel, but you like baby goat Marcos, I already know I like it, but I don't like the muscle soreness. Samuel said, come on, we're going to get there, and you're not getting away, as he finished parking. When we arrived at the gym, we were greeted by the owner, a trainer named Damian. The guy was a real specimen, one point nine zero meters tall, one hundred twenty kilos of pure mussel,
forty seven years old and looking great. He didn't just look strong, he was strong. He was an animal. He had a Chinese dragon tattoo that covered almost his entire back, as well as one of concentric circles on his forearm and an ear ring in his left ear. He was clean shaven with a dark black eyes. The occasional gray hair and a deep, raspy voice that sounded like Darth Vader on a bad day. Damian, good lord, it has to be a miracle. What are you doing here, Marquidos,
he said, slapping me on the back. Marcos, well here we are. They talked me into coming back, I said, looking at my father. Samuel said, you see, it took me a while to bring it, giving me a little nudge on the arm. Marcos, let's see, it's only been a week, nothing more. Damian. I think it's been almost three weeks. Marcos. O, my god, what marking? Samuel, normal, you leave me alone. I have to suffer alone, right Damian, Damian, poor me. I'm going to ask for a leave of absence.
Marcos said, O K, then I'm leaving. But my father stopped me dead in my tracks and gestured for me to go into the gym. Samuel, O, K, to day you're training with Damien, so he'll really push you. Marcos. How great, I have a baby sitter to day. Damian. Come on, kid, when I'm done with you, you're going to have an ass to die for, he said, giving me a smack on the ass. My father and I went into the locker room changed our clothes, but before leaving, my father saw me about to take out my pluck.
He stood behind me, pressed himself against my back and whispered in my ear, don't take it out, before walking out. A little while later, I went outside and started working out with Damien. Everything was normal until I began doing squats, doing them with the plug and was a big problem because the movement was starting to turn me on. Damian was encouraging me to go lower, and then I saw my father smile and reach into his pocket. He pressed the plugs remote. I began to feel the vibration. My
legs trembled and I almost fell. When Damian saw me, he pressed himself against me from behind and grabbed the bar. Damian noticed the vibration in my ass, so he helped me put the bar back in place and leaned in close to my ear, telling me to take that off before working out. It's dangerous. Caught between feeling Damian's body and the horniness of the situation, I threw myself into the void. Marcos, if you want it, come and take
it from me yourself, Damian, Marcos, your father's here. Be careful, man, Marcos, more kinky stuff, you think he'll catch us. I turned around and saw my dad talking to another guy at the gym, so I went over to Damien and said, I'll meet you in locker room number two on the right, and walked off, weighing my ass. I went into the locker room, took off my clothes and put them in my locker, and then I jumped straight into the shower, didn't close the door, and got down on my knees.
A few minutes later, Damian arrived. Damian, pulling out his dick, said fuck you, Marquidos. You're such a fucking bitch Marcos. Now you're going to find out just how much I can be. Grabbing his cock in my hand, I put it in my mouth and began sucking and licking that cock. It tasted so good. Damien had a nice cock, about nineteen centimeters long and thick, not as thick as my father's, but still thick. He was circumcised and had a big pink head that looked like a mushroom. The head was
what I had the most trouble with. He didn't have much hair, you could tell he liked to keep it short, and his pubic hair was trimmed, with the rest of his body shaved. Get down and eat my he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth and starting to masturbate.
As I began to eat his balls, which were completely shaved, big fat balls pressed against the base of his cock, I could hear him moaning with desire as he used his other hand to press my head against his balls, giving me little taps on the back of my neck to make me get closer, while his cock brushed against my face.