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Subject: My Boy’s Boy part 26 My Boy’s Boy 26 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: fty/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback–it’s the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at ail. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Thanks to those who have reacted to these characters and emailed me. Comments from readers are the only pay I get…donations to Nifty are appreciated. Kevin’s View “Kevin get me my tit clamps from the bedroom.” I apparently was so enthralled with watching Craig and Dylan that I didn’t hear him. I was surprised that I even heard Craig when he told me to come over and spread Dylan’s ass cheeks so that his hole was more exposed. And here I was standing next to Craig and couldn’t hear him talking to me. I must have been more engrossed into what was happening than I thought. “Kevin!” Craig shouted. He saw me nod my head so it was clear I had left my trance and then he continued, “get both my pair of tit clamps from the bedroom. In the nightstand by the bed.” I didn’t even know he had them. They must have been some of the gear he had brought from the storage unit. I knew Craig was not as mad at Dylan for watching porn as he let him think. I had seen Craig really mad before and this was not it. It was clear that Craig was enjoying giving Dylan his punishment. I could not stop staring at them as Craig spanked Dylan and squeezed his nuts. Before I came over to spread Dylan’s ass cheeks, I had been entranced with the scene before me. Craig’s hand on my son’s balls, squeezing them and inflicting some pain was so arousing to watch. Craig’s hand going down on Dylan’s young, firm ass was almost more than I could stand. The look on Craig’s face told me he was enjoying making Dylan’s ass and nuts feel some pain. I’d seen videos where the pain was more severe. What Craig was doing to Dylan was really probably pretty mild by comparison. And yet I was so turned on by it. My cock was hard in my jockstrap. I had to be leaking like crazy. Every time Craig’s hand hit Dylan’s ass, I felt like I did when Craig’s cock hit my prostate. And then to see how Craig was so into what he was doing. And looking at Dylan’s face wince in pain during the spanking. I couldn’t decide what I enjoyed more. I could not see Craig’s cock, but I knew it had to be rock hard in his jockstrap and underneath Dylan’s body that lay across Craig’s lap. I didn’t want Craig to spank me. I didn’t want to spank Dylan. I wanted Craig to fuck me right there and I wanted him to fuck me hard. And then Craig grabbed the butt plug and put it in Dylan’s ass. My only thought was that at least Craig was not fucking Dylan. Maybe he’d fuck me because I wanted his cock in my ass so bad. I needed it. “On second thought get me both sets of tit clamps in the drawer.” Craig’s modified request woke me from my horny dream and I went off to the bedroom to find them. Dylan’s View Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Craig’s hand hurt as he spanked istanbul travesti my ass. His grabbing and twisting of my nuts hurt as well, but I didn’t want him to really know how bad it hurt. I was trying not to wince in pain too much, but it was difficult not to cry. It took all my energy to answer Craig’s questions and I was trying to walk a line between not pissing him off any more than he was and not letting him think that what he was doing was more than I could handle. But it hurt. His hand on my nuts felt good and yet the pain from the squeezing and the slight twisting was intense. I knew the guys in the video I watched were getting it worse than I was right now and that, to be honest, worried me. And then he shoved that butt plug in my hole. It wasn’t like getting Craig’s dick in my ass. He shoved it in me fast and hard and it felt like it went in a hell of a lot faster than Craig’s cock ever did. It didn’t feel quite like Craig’s cock, partially because it wasn’t moving and there was no give to it. It was a hard piece of plastic or something. I couldn’t tell. I just knew that I really wanted it out of my ass. It didn’t feel as good as getting fucked and the plug just stayed in one place. Craig had told me to hold it in my ass. How the fuck was I supposed to do that. “Pretend you are trying to hold in a shit. We’ve all done that before Dylan. Think of holding in a shit.” It was like Craig could read my fucking mind. Then the tit clamps Craig wanted. What the hell was he going to do with those and why did he need two pair? I knew what they were for, but my nipples were not very big. Dad’s were only slightly bigger than mine and Craig’s were huge–big eraser type nips like I’d seen on a couple of guys in the videos. I was afraid he was going to put the clamps on my nips and my balls. Or maybe even worse–the end of my dick. I was nervous as I waited for Dad to get back with the clamps. “You should be nervous boy, but focus on the plug in your ass and keeping it in.” I was still on Craig’s lap at this point and I could feel the hardness of his cock underneath me. It had been hard the entire time he was spanking me and it just stayed hard now that the plug was in my hole and he was waiting for Dad to get back. My own cock and gone from hard to soft several times. The plug had rubbed that spot in my ass when it went in and my cock was chubbed up. It was pressing against the spot right now and my cock stiffened, but the plug wasn’t rubbing my spot the way Craig’s dick would when he fucked me. I was nervous. Dad came back with the tit clamps. He had two pair, one pair was connected with a chain and they looked like bigger clamps than the other two. I was so worried about how bad they would hurt that I didn’t pay any attention. Craig grabbed my hand and put one of the clamps on my finger. “See how that feels? See how much it grabs your finger? Just wait til I put it on your little boy nipple.” Fuck that was going to hurt. Craig told me to get off his lap. I did and I stood in front of him as he stood up. He took the larger clamps that were kadıköy travesti connected by the chain. And then he surprised the hell out of me. He put the clamps on his own nipples. He moaned as he clamped each of his tits. I realized he was not moaning in pain. He was moaning in pleasure and he sounded just like he did before shooting cum from his cock. He was enjoying this. “Your turn Dylan. And you are not going to like this as much as I do. At least not today. One day you’ll crave that feeling on your nipples. But for today, I’m curious to see what your reaction will be.” He then told Dad to stand behind me and hold me still. I could feel Dad behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders and holding me in place. Craig pinched the area around my nipple gently…this might not be so bad after all. And then he opened the clamp and let it grab my small boyish nipple. “FUCK! Take it off!” Dad held me in place. I wanted it off and I wanted it off now. He put the other one on “FUCK! No!!!” It hurt and it hurt bad. Craig put his hands on my shoulders, moving Dad’s away. “They will be on for some time Dylan. But let’s see if we can make you feel better. Kevin, remove the plug from Dylan’s hole and eat it out.” I felt the plug slip from my ass and I could feel Dad’s hands spread my ass cheeks apart. They still hurt from the spanking but before I could even think of that, Dad’s tongue was lapping at my hole. It felt good. Then I felt him work to probe my hole with his tongue. It felt like he was trying to French kiss my ass. It felt good on my hole. But my nipples were starting to hurt more and more. Craig had started to kiss me while Dad rimmed me. I felt Craig’s tongue enter my mouth just like Dad’s was trying to enter my ass. The clamps still hurt. Craig pressed his body against mine and he pushed the clamps down when we touched and it pulled my nipples slightly making them hurt even more. I wanted to yell in pain, but Craig’s tongue was in my mouth. Then I felt his hard dick in his jockstrap press against me. He was so aroused. Dad’s rimming of my hole was starting to turn me on, but all I could think of was the pain in my nipples. Craig had to know it hurt. He had clamps on his nipples as well. I could only imagine how his felt as they were bigger than my clamps. A lot. Dad continued to eat my ass. It seemed like the clamps had been on for hours, but I knew they had not. They were starting to really hurt. Craig pulled away from me and motioned for Dad to stop rimming my ass. Craig got behind me and I knew what he was going to do. He was going to fuck me. All I could think about was the pain from the clamps. I could tell he fished his cock out of his jockstrap and the next thing I knew I felt him plunge into me. He stayed there. Not fucking, but just filling me with his hard prick. “Pull on his clamps Kevin. Make him feel it.” I screamed as Dad pulled the clamps. “Fuck!!!!!! Owwwww!” Craig started pounding me as Dad pulled the clamps. It was almost more than I could take. I could hear the chain connecting Craig’s clamps bouncing against his chest bakırköy travesti as he fucked me. He was hitting my spot and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. “Tell us when you are going to cum Dylan. Let us know when you are getting close.” I didn’t see how I was going to cum. My tits hurt so bad that there was no way I was going to be able to feel good enough to shoot a load. Craig kept fucking me harder and harder. This was not like the occasional gentle session I saw him and Dad have. This was manfucking like I saw in the videos. There was no way I was going to cum. My nipples hurt too much. “Take them off!” I yelled. The pain was too much. Dad was still pulling on them and it fucking hurt. I could not really focus on Craig fucking me. He was hitting my spot but my nipples were in such pain. “Yeah? You think you’ve had enough tit pain for today Dylan? Think you’ll do what I say from now on?” Craig asked. “Yes Sir. I’ll do what I am supposed to.” I answered, out of breath and in pain. Craig kept fucking me. “Take them off. Please. Now.” Craig kept fucking me. I could hear him moan and groan. He was enjoying this. The chain between his nipples kept bouncing. How the fuck could he take the pain and still fuck? “PLEASE IT HURTS!” I screamed. “Kevin when I say, take both off at the same time and quickly,” Craig said. It couldn’t happen soon enough. Craig was ramming his cock against that spot in my ass that felt so good. My nipples were almost starting to feel good just a little, but the pain. “Now!” Craig ordered. Dad removed both clamps from my nipples at the same time. “OUCH. ARGH!!!!” The pain was more intense than when they were on. I screamed from the nearly overwhelming pain and immediately shot my load all over the floor. At some point, Dad had taken my hard cock out of my jockstrap and I had not even noticed. Craig shoved in me hard one last time and whispered in my ear, “you get down there and clean that mess up right now..with you tongue. All of it. No argument” “Felt good didn’t you dirty little boy,” he added as he pulled his cock out of my ass. I saw his stiff, raging leaky boner between his legs as I kneeled on the floor and started cleaning up my own cum. Dad got down on the floor to help me clean up and as we finished cleaning up, he kissed me and we started making out and he was moaning. I looked up and saw Craig shoving his cock up Dad’s ass and pulling on the chain between his nipples at the same time. Dad moaned again and I knew Craig was hitting Dad’s spot. Dad kissed me harder and shoved his tongue down my throat. He was pushing his mouth against me as Craig rammed himself into my Dad’s hole. I looked up at Craig. He was so out of it. He looked like he was either high or in a trance as he fucked my Dad and yanked on that chain between his clamped nipples. They looked so huge and angry on his chest. Then he growled that low growl. I knew he was going to cum and breed my Dad’s hole. And with one last hard thrust he did while he moaned like a fucking bull in heat. We’ve got more planned for these three before this eventually wraps up. Let me know what you think Dylan wants to learn–although I have some things in mind already. Reader comments are always welcome, if only to tell me you liked the story or if a character resonated with you–email me at ail. Thanks for reading.

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