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Chapter Four
Nothing could've prepped me for how my 21st birthday had turned out so far.
It started with one of my brother's getting me to suck him off after spanking me. The other had me rub oil all over him and then ate my ass like it was his last meal later in the day. Now my dad had just gotten done fucking me, and my hole was sore and noticeably wet from the mix of the last bits of his saliva and cum that were still inside.
The setting sun coming through the semi-open window hit all four of us... now in the same room... staring at each other without saying a word.
It was damn near quiet enough that you could hear the assorted critters from outside as they started their nightly noise.
That was until Dad cleared his throat and broke the silence.
"It looks like we need to get on the same page." He began, making his voice sound all menacing and shit. I could tell this was partly him playing it up for me, mixed with a lil' leftover anger at my brothers' fuckery.
I know I shouldn't say this but god damn the look on their faces made my dick hard as steel. Brad was already sweating at his forehead and looked ready to beg for mercy. Ryan was chewing the inside of his cheek like he did when he was nervous and didn't want anyone to notice.
I was eating up their reactions and tried not to smile, especially when Dad went on with his tough cop role.
"First we gotta talk about the fact that you two didn't think I'd find out what you got up to today." He said while his hand ruffled my hair lightly before removing it and walking around my brothers. "You boys must really think you're smarter than me, huh?"
He ended the sentence standing behind the two of them, and punctuated his question with a quick slap upside their heads. The wince from the two of them was mostly silent, though I could tell Ryan wanted to say something.
Dad didn't give him a chance to dig himself into a deeper hole and just barreled on, slowly circling them again and feeling even more like a coyote about to snatch up his prey.
"The worst part of this isn't that you tried to hide it.. like I wouldn't have found out anyway..." he started as he stopped in front of Brad and grabbed his chin so they were now staring at each other. "The real kick in the nuts was that you lied to me, even after I gave you multiple chances to come clean."
Dad drilled into my eldest brother with his glare until I guess he was satisfied with the look of guilt on his face and decided to move on to Ryan.
"But in your case you little shithead, I knew from the start." Dad yelled before letting his voice drop so quiet that I had to strain my ear to hear the next words outta his mouth.
"No matter how clever or sneaky you think you are boy, don't you ever forget your daddy's 2 steps ahead of ya. Now get on your knees."
It seemed like Dad really wanted to enjoy torturing my brother, cause I watched him lace his fingers through his curls and then pull back sharply when he didn't drop fast enough. Ryan winced for the briefest of seconds before he joined me on the ground.
When Dad saw him trying to act all tough he started tightening his grip and speaking loud enough for all of us to hear.
"I heard you this mornin' boy. Sneaking into the bathroom and catching your brother in the shower. Shit, I'm pretty sure half the county heard y'all with how loud you two were." His voice was sharp as a knife at this point, and Ryan's forehead was wrinkled up as he finally started to look visibly nervous when Dad asked his next question. "What exactly was going through that peanut brain of yours son?"
Now that Ryan finally had the chance to speak he was struggling to come up with an answer. Dad was watching my brother stutter and stammer with a smile on his face as he tried to think of anything that could get him out of this.
"Uh- well Jimmy was taking a shower and I just...I mean it's not like he didn't wanna...and Brad sent me this video.." He started to say before sort of just lamely attempting to shift blame before mumbling and going quiet.
Those words instantly got our father to release his grip on one of my brothers before he put all his attention back on the other.
"What did he just say?"
Instead of responding my big brother reached into his pocket and then pulled out his phone before unlocking it and handing it over.
While I didn't have a clear view of our father's face, I could see the phone screen and had the perfect view to watch the video with him.
Using his meaty pointer finger to hit play, I was surprised to see the area just around the swimming hole before Brad's face popped in the camera. It was just a quick flash of him sticking his tongue out before flexing his bicep and ending with him flipping off the camera before it cut to him shoving his face back into my crack. You could hear the loud slurping from the tonguing he had given my hole mixing with me calling out "oh fuck" over and over again as he used his tongue to open me up more and more.
"God! Please just fuck me already Brad!" I called out as the video played on. I vaguely remembered saying that, but I didn't hear what Brad had said in response the first time around. His voice got deep and low as he was speaking directly into the microphone.
"I'm gonna fuck that ass and turn it into a gaping cunt before you can even get a shot cuck." my brother drawled out, before it cut back to me crying out "Oh fuuuuck!" as he stretched me out further.
Before I could enjoy the memories from that afternoon some more Dad was closing the phone and tossing it behind him. No one seemed to care when it landed with a loud bounce followed by a thud on the floor.
"Did I or did I not I tell you and your brother that we were gonna do this together?" He barked out while clenching his fists into balls at his side.
"Yes sir.."
"Didn't your grandfather tell you that he had plans to break Jimmy in?"
"Yes sir.."
"Wait wh-" I started to ask before Dad went "Shh" to me like you would a dog and I knew that meant I should stay quiet unless I wanted to end up on the chopping block too.
"So what, you boys were fighting over his virgin snatch, huh? You really thought that you'd.. What? Get a chance to fuck him before me? Like I haven't fucked more than enough holes to know what used pussy looks like."
I blushed as he talked about me this way. As much as I wasn't super crazy about being talked about like I wasn't in the same room, hearing him refer to my hole as a snatch/pussy did kinda make me chub up. I'd need to think about why that was later, but for now I was just happy and half-hard as I watched it all play out it front of me.
"Get on the ground too boy." Dad commanded, and Brad instantly dropped with his head bowed in submission.
"So now I gotta decide what to do with the two of you... Hmm. While I come up with a suitable punishment, I want the two of you to strip and get into kneeling position. Same rules as before. I don't wanna hear any bullshit outta y'all.. or else..."
Dad didn't say another word, instead leaving the three of us alone as my brothers started to undress.
Brad was like a robot or something with how quickly and efficiently he stripped from his clothes, the same ones from earlier, and folded them up neatly. Ryan was just as quick but not as careful and chose to throw his tank top and shorts to the side without another look.
I wasn't surprised by that, but what did fuck me up was the two of them ganging up on me the minute we heard the click of Dad's door closing. It was like the floodgates had opened after that.
"How could you snitch?"
and
"Just wait till later!" were both thrown at me once, my brothers' voices lowered to a harsh whisper so that Dad wouldn't catch on.
I wanted to respond but didn't know which one to speak to first. It didn't help that they were both going on and on, Ryan with vague threats of future torment and Brad just looking like an upset, kicked puppy. I felt my cheeks get all red as they kept going on and on, and at a certain point when I heard "You need to tell Dad..." I felt like a dam broke inside me and everything I had been holding in all day came out.
"You guys are the fucking worst!" I snapped, trying my hardest to not be too loud but also not giving enough of a fuck to actually try and lower my voice that much.
Brad and Ryan both looked at me like I had grown a second head, and probably would've chewed me out if I didn't keep on going.
"Y'all have been jerking me around all day and I'm sick of it. I just wanted to spend my birthday fucking myself, gaming, and relaxing and instead y'all had to drag me into.. Well I can't really complain about the sex stuff, but I'm still pissed that y'all left me with blue balls and have just been fucking dicks all day. I fucking hate getting pulled into your dick measuring contests, especially now that I know neither of y'all come even close to comparing to the old man. So both of y'all just need to leave me alone before Dad comes back..."
My brothers looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces, both looking a little dumbstruck until we all heard the sound of Dad's door opening.
This was like the fire blanket we needed to help put out the flames... for now.
The familiar stomp of boots on the floor called out to us ahead of him, and made sure Brad and Ryan had the time to get back into position before he set foot in the room. I tried to calm myself down before Dad saw the scowl that was still on my face, but when he entered my line of sight... well fuck it felt like all air had been sucked outta my body. He really had taken notes from the videos I had watched on repeat and was looking like my dream leather daddy.
From the top down it was all fuckin perfect.
His pecs were cupped by a close-cut leather vest that was also resting comfortably against his muscle belly. The black leather really helped make Dad's blonde fuzz shine even more in the light thanks to the contrast. I noticed that this continued as I looked around his waist at the black leather pants he was wearing. I probably would've given them a better once over if they hadn't had an exposed croch.
Dad's junk was covered by the thin material of one of his old jockstrap but his bulge was already nice and fat and hanging lewdly in front of him. A few stray hairs were poking out from the sides of his underwear and I wanted to do nothing more than to just bury my nose in and around the pouch.
So as much as I didn't want to take my eyes off his cock and balls, I had to when I saw a glint of metal on the floor near his feet.
The grand finale of my father's leather daddy uniform were a pair of knee high leather boots with steel caps on the toes that were currently tapping the hardwood in an annoyed manner.
"So... y'all think I'm deaf or..." Dad asked sarcastically, eyeing all three of us up and down like we had really fucked up. But not a one of us said anything.
Partly because we were smarter than to speak before being spoken directly to; Partly because now that my brothers could see him, they were left wide-eyed and slack jawed.
"Now it's time to get this show on the road," he announced before surprising my brothers and I by pulling out a pair of thick leather collars from his back pocket and fixing them to their necks. "But before we get into that we need to get something handled real quick."
Once the straps were around their necks, Dad was quick about dragging them by the leather towards the couch. His forearms and biceps flexed as he did so and I watched their definition shift as he worked.
As he sat down on one side our father finally removed his grip and released the two of them, and they just as quickly got back into their previous positions on the ground.
Dad kept his eyes on the two of them while he started getting ready.
I don't know what he was getting ready for but I watched him very closely from my spot as he started fiddling with the side of his pants. I hadn't noticed the side holster strapped to his thigh before, but was amazed by how large it was as he opened it and pulled out a fat cigar and a small, metal lighter and set them on the side table next to him.
I didn't know jackshit about cigars, but by the way Dad held it it, gave it a sniff, and eyed it appreciatively, I guess it must've been a good one.
His surprises didn't end there though.
Reaching his thick fingers into the leather pouch as far he could go was no easy task for Dad. But after a few seconds of struggling he was able to pull out the last two pieces of his plan. I was confused about what they were at first. Until I saw the clear tubes with the distinct outline of a cockhead. At that point I knew what was coming for the two of them and had to fight the urge to tug on my cock as he directed my brothers off their knees.
"Up on your feet and lemme see your dicks." He commanded while trying to separate the base rings from the tubes.
My brothers hopped up immediately before crowding around him on either side.
They arched their cocks out towards him while keeping their hands behind their backs. Neither one fought back or tried to stop what was coming though looking at their faces I knew they were both anxious. Especially after Dad took Brad's nutsack in his palm.
He tugged on the semi-smooth eggs carefully, stretching them downwards as he used his free hand to slide the ring around the base. Once it was securely wrapped around Brad's junk, Dad moved quickly to get his meat in position so that he could slide the tube on before he started to get too hard.
After our father was sure that Brad's cage was locked on and not going anywhere he reached over to Ryan and repeated the process, though it seemed like he was being rougher with Ryan's hairy tool than he had been with Brad.
I'll give him this, aside from a wince and a short gasp as the hair was tugged (or even plucked out) my brother was otherwise stonefaced.
With both of them standing in front of him now, dicks locked and heads bowed, Dad finally acknowledged me again.
"Get up and over here son. I got something to teach ya for your birthday. Something I thought I had taught your brothers, but looks like you're gonna have to help me re-learn them." He called over to me from my spot on the floor. I felt my stomach gurgle with nerve as I hoped that my dick didn't end up locked up like theirs.
Taking my spot next to him on the couch, I waited for next steps and it seemed like Dad planned to continue to surprise me.
"Alright boys, get up and across our laps. Brad on mine, Ryan on Jimmy's." He ordered and it was like you could hear a pin drop with how quiet it was for a second.
Only for a second though.
"Dad be fucking for real!" Ryan yelled, finally breaking his string of good decision making as he questioned our father and started backing up and away from the three of us.
I'll say this about Coach James Newly: He may be a kind man most of the time, but if there's anything he hates in this world it's being backtalked. Especially after he had just given you an order.
Shit, the amount of players who had personal grudges with my dad for making them run extra laps after they had questioned him was probably in dozens at this point. I know that I sure caught some stray dirty looks from the jocks at school growing up who constantly ended up on Dad's shit list.
So I wasn't shocked when Dad was on his feet and grabbed my brother close.
What did throw me off was how instead of dishhing out some sort of punishment, Dad only leaned into Ryan's ear and said something quiet and convincing enough that neither Brad or I heard it, and it made Ryan come back and situate himself over my lap without anymore fighting. He didn't say anything as he did so either. Only scoffing slightly when he felt my hard dick slide across his fuzzy chest and tummy as he got in place.
Once he was in position, I allowed my hands to roam over Ryan's body as I took all of him in. Sure we had grown up together and I had seen him shirtless and in varying states of nakedness across the years, but this was the first time I was able to really look at him, ya know what I mean? Like I knew my brother was short, hot, and hairy. Cool anyone with eyes can see that.
But how many people noticed the muscle definition along his trap, and the faint hit of stretch marks from where they had grown? Or the slight brown freckles hidden by the hair above his crack?
I know that's a little weird, but seeing Ryan from a different angle made me appreciate him in a completely different way? I probably woulda waxed poetic on his ass hair a little more in my head if our father hadn't bumped my shoulder with his own.
"You ready to help me teach your brothers a lesson?" Dad asked me with a wink and a smile that made me throb. Ryan let out a soft groan beneath me but was otherwise silent.
Nodding my head I chirped back "Yes sir!". I was eager to get started, and Dad didn't disappoint with his first suggestion.
"First things first Jimmy, why don't you try spanking your brother as hard as you can?" Dad asked, and before he had even finished his sentence I had already reared my hand back and left a large imprint of it across the left side of Ryan's ass.
"OH FUCK!" He called out, earning a soft-snicker from Dad as I eyed my own reddened palm that was now stinging.
"Good going boy! Look at that wide hand splay across the cheek. Shit that bad boy's covering most of your brother's juicy hamhock." Dad commented while poking and prodding at the reddened skin for a moment until he pulled away.
"Great first attempt, but notice how your palms all sore now? Let me give ya some pointers to really help you out son." Dad explained before he launched into a full-on lesson on the best ways to spank someone.
He went over everything from why it was it was best to start slow and soft before leading into the heavier handed smacks, into how to really work certain areas over without doing any actual damage, and all the other things you can do to someone's ass/backside while you were spanking them.
He demonstrated everything he taught me on Brad's behind, my eldest brother staying perfectly quiet in the beginning and then getting more and more vocal as the lesson went on.
Ryan on the other hand was a noisy little bitch the entire time. It seemed like after that first swat he would whine and moan and groan at every subsquent smack, and by the end he was fully swearing. Not at Dad or me, that probably would've gotten him in deeper shit, but just in general.
Like after Dad had shown me how to alternate between cheeks to really help make sure the warmth spreads across the entire surface area, Ryan was fully just repeating "FUCK SHIT COCKSUCKER CUNT" like it was a mantra or something to help get through the pain. His body was tense all over, and remained that way until Dad said that I had learned everything he had to teach.
In reality, I think he was just done with this particular brand of humiliation for Ryan and Brad.
By that point we had all worked up a nice layer of sweat after what felt like a solid hour of activity and the living room was starting to smell more like a locker room.
"Now then, I think your brothers have started to learn what happens to boys who don't act right, but what do you think Jimmy?" Dad asked from my side, his hand wiping some of the sweat from the small of my back as he rested it there.
"Well Dad, I'm not 100% convinced. Maybe we should have Ryan lick your boots clean and Brad can tongue my feet to really make sure they get what you were trying to teach them?"
"Smart thinking!" Dad agreed before lifting up my brothers' heads by their collars and speaking to them. "You heard your brother, on the floor and get to work!"
Ryan and Brad were both collecting themselves after their respective spankings, so neither really had much fight back in `em as they got into place.
Looking down at Ryan's big, blue eyes, I sat back with my arms behind my head as I planned to enjoy this.
And I wish that I could say how much fun it was for me to have my oldest brother worship my feet. But I'm not gonna lie to you dude, it felt weird to have done to me. Like something wet and slobbery all over my foot and toes left me feeling like I needed to laugh while also being grossed out. I had to stop him before he could even finish one foot and everyone was surprised when I said "I think this is one of those things where it's hotter to do to other dudes than have done to yourself."
Not wanting to have the wet sensation on my skin anymore, I wiped the wet bottom of my foto against Ryan's exposed chest hair.
I could tell from the look in his eyes that this lit up the spark in him and he would've killed/fucked me then if he could've.
I was counting on that, and looked forward to what would come my way later in the week. But for now, Dad's attention was back on me.
"Well then, what next birthday boy? Your still hard as a rock, and we gotta get your balls drained at least one more time before the nights over." He asked while giving me a jerk and making some precum leak.
"Honestly Dad, after Brad rimmed me earlier today I've kinda wanted to do the same..." I said bashfully, surprised that I still had any of that left in me from todays events.
"Oh that's nothing to be ashamed about boy!" Dad said comfortingly before pulling me close to him. "Men have loved eating pussy since the dawn of creation. Man or woman, there's something primal about opening up a bitch with your tongue before fucking them. Now let's get our two bitches on the coffee table and you can decide who you want first go at."
My brothers were definitely not happy about being called our bitches or their holes being called pussies, but it didn't stop them from doing as they were ordered and getting on the coffee table with their asses in the air.
Looking between the two, I was back to appreciating the details as I separated their cheeks. Brad's hole had only the lightest amount of blonde hairs around it, compared to Ryan who's pink entrance was hidden between his fur covered cheeks. Both were slightly wet with sweat, but that wasn't gonna stop me. In fact, it only made me want to dive in even quicker.
"Shit Dad, I can't decide. Maybe I could rim the two of them while you get behind me and open me up again? I mean.. my ass is feeling a little empty ever since you took that monster of yours out." I hinted, hoping that he would fuck me again while I tortured my brothers.
"Good idea Jimmy, but I'll do you one better. Brad, go get your brothers work boots from outside. Ryan, get me the duct tape from the catch all drawer."
With that, my brothers set off like obedient pups and were back in a flash with the requested items.
If the living room had a funk before, those boots intensified it by a solid 30%. Ryan was constantly sweaty as it was thanks to the mixture of Texas heat, manual labor, and body hair. But something about those boots really held every last bit of foot funk and sweat and had turned them into a scent bomb in the two years he had them.
Previously the smell made me gag, but after a day learning to appreciate general manly funks, I wasn't as... shocked(?) by them. On my internal "How Disgusting is This?" Scale, those boots had quickly dropped from a solid 9 to a soft 4. Now on the "How Hard Does This Make You?" Scale was now at a hard 6, to match my own hard 6.5.
"Alright boys, give me the tape and boots and then stand still."
Not knowing what was coming next, all three of us did just that and watched as Dad worked like a madman.
Grabbing Ryan's head first, he pulled the tongue of the boot out so that Ryan's nose and mouth were planted right at the opening before wrapping the tape around his head a few times. This left it fixed firmly on his face so that all he could smell was his own work day stink. Once that was done, Dad led him to table and set him on one side before ordering him to stay while he worked on Brad.
Once Brad's own face was covered and Dad had led them to the table, he used what was left of the tape roll to bind my brothers into their positions while also anchoring them to the table.
Soon enough, there were a set of immobilized jock asses pointed high in the air as they waited for me to start playing with them. I thanked god, who I know must love my degenerate ass if this is how I was getting to spend my birthday.
Getting on my knees, I pulled up behind my brothers and gave each of their asses a harsh slap across both cheeks. This made both of them jump slightly before getting back into position. Watching the two of their asses jiggle, I leaned back and rested against Dad's firm chest. Reaching back I massaged his tummy before inching down south and freeing his cock from his jock.
"Alrigh Jimmy, now start with getting up close and personal with the ass and the bitch's hole. You're gonna wanna spread those cheeks nice and slow, and then you get up close and give it a lick. No more no less, just a little taste right now."
While Dad was saying all of this, his hands were back on me, rubbing and pulling on my chest as I leaned in and did as he said.
Going over to Brad first, I pulled his pale ass open carefully before leaning in and giving it a tentative lick. It didn't taste or smell like anything other than skin and sweat, which I was grateful for, but I knew that I wanted more almost immediately. Thankfully a familiar deep voice was in my ear to guide me.
"Good boy. Now that it's open and you've made first contact, I want you to go back and start making out with the outside of the hole. Not too hard just yet, just enough to help tease it open." Dad instructed while his digits rubbed around and against my own entrance.
I followed his direction closely, burying my face into the muscular cheeks and moving my lips and tongue like I had been earlier when kissing my father around Brad's outer perimeter. My tongue would circle and slide over his opening a few dozen times, and after each swipe I heard him let out muffled whimpers into the boot while I worked.
"That's my boy. Now that you've got it prepped, I want you to press into it." Dad commanded into my ear while his own thumb was slowly sinking into my hole. "Use your tongue just like that and that fuck in and out."
I stopped only briefly when I felt the fat of his thumb press against my prostate. This made me let out a low hiss/gasp into my brother's ass as Dad hit it again and again with the plan to continue once I was able to focus again.
And I did just that, after I had got my breathing back under control.
I used whatever muscles were in my tongue to pry open Brad's hole, and once that was done I fucked it in and out as best I could. The action felt strange, but I had to admit that it kept my dick at full attention. That or maybe it was the fact that Dad was now up to his second finger inside me and was fully manipulating my internal joy buzzer.
I was letting out my own moans as I piston fucked Brad with my tongue as fast as I could. Once I finally leaned back again and admired my own work, I saw my eldest brother's hole was sufficiently worked over and was now winking my way.
"Good going Jimmy!" Dad praised with a kiss to my neck before whispering "Now that you got one prepped, I want you to go ahead and get the second open now too. Only this time just go in and do whatever feels right to ya son."
I could feel my father's hard cock pressing against my ass, and I knew that I wanted it inside me as soon as humanly possible. So instead of continuing to talk, I gave him a kiss and let our salvia mix with Brad's hole. Once our lips had broken I was shifting myself so that I was facing Ryan now, ready to really dig-in.
I head/felt Dad moving behind me as well as I stretched Ryan's hairy mounds open so that his hole was now exposed to the world.
Inching my mouth closer to his taint, I gave my brother a cursory sniff before really digging in.
While Brad's smelt mostly of skin and a little bit of sweat, Ryan was mostly sweat with a mixture of oil, windshield wiper fluid, and other mechanic fluid I knew jack-all about.
It was the smell of a hard-days work mixed with his own musk and the scent began to drive me crazy.
I started slowly licking up and down until I found his pulsing nutsack and trapped cock and knew what I was gonna do next.
Giving the locked head and shaft a light lick all over, I savored the bit of pre-cum that had flew freely from his cockhead and out of the tiny hole left for him to pee outta. Once I had my fun there, I moved over to my real target and tried to pull both of his nuts into my mouth at once. The cage made it almost impossible, but the grunts that came outta my brother made it all the worth while.
Slurping along his hairy eggs, I enjoyed the mix of the taste, his noises of pain, and the feeling of his dick trying to get hard in it's plastic prison as I worked my way upwards towards his pussy.
This area was definitely one of the muskier bits of my brother, and I could tell he had spent his time at work really sweating up a storm. There was no stopping me at this point though. I was in love with the spicy smell of musk and manual labor and started alternating between licking and tongue fucking my brother wildly.
I was so lost in what I was donig I had completely forgotten about Dad playing with my hole.
Until he decided to plunge himself into me without any warning.
I may have been open after our earlier session + his re-stretching of me, so I accepted most of his dick without any issue. But fuck, the wind was knocked out of me and I was more or less drowning in Ryan's ass as I tried to catch my breath.
"Sorry `bout that son!" Dad said with a laugh that let me know just how sorry he was...
I dunno if you've ever tried to do anything else with an thick 8 and half inch dick inside you, but I imagine turning water into wine would be fucking easier to accomplish.
So I was now sloppily eatting Ryan out while getting my own ass reamed, and at first I couldn't hear any sort of noise from him. That was until I gripped his already sore cheeks and started massaging them while I worked him over. This really got him to make some noise, and I was happy to finally have flipped the table on him.
In fact I was just about to ask if he liked being my bitch when I heard the sound of a throat clearing to our side.
With how we were positioned neither Dad or I had noticed we had a guest watching us from the entryway to the kitchen.
With a case of beer under one arm and one of the buttons on his overalls undone, Pop was grinning like a wolf at the sight in front of him.
"Looks like I'm late to the party."