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Minutes ticked by slowly as Tyler waited anxiously for Ollie to arrive. He tried to distract himself by cleaning some surfaces but found that he couldn't concentrate on anything other than Ollie--the way he would look in his schoolgirl outfit; how obediently he would follow every instruction given to him without hesitation; how much pleasure he would give to the little twink. Finally, there was a quiet knock at the door and Tyler took a deep breath, trying not to seem too excited to let Ollie inside. As soon as he opened the door, Tyler felt all of his impatience and boredom melt away--Ollie looked perfect in his little schoolgirl uniform--the pleated plaid skirt paired with the white blouse, knee-high socks and shiny low heels; the curly brown wig styled in pigtails held by two pink bows... tasteful, yet sultry makeup, perfectly done. He looked like a beautiful young woman.
"Hey," Ollie said softly as he stepped inside.
Tyler closed the door behind him before responding breathlessly: "Hey... Fuck... you look even better than last time."
A shy smile spread across Ollie's face at his words as if embarrassed to receive compliments after their recent spat. He looked up towards Tyler through long lashes. "Thank you," he replied, his voice quiet. "I... I wanted to look good for you."
Tyler couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he looked down at Ollie. The little twink was so eager to please him--it made Tyler feel powerful and in control. He reached out a hand and ran it over the soft fabric of Ollie's skirt. "You did more than just look good," Tyler said with a low chuckle.
"I missed you," Ollie blurted out suddenly, as if unable to contain his anxieties over Tyler's neglect.
Tyler's smile faded a bit at Ollie's words, almost feeling guilty for ignoring him. He cupped Ollie's cheek gently. "I missed you too, baby girl," Tyler said softly. "I have been pretty distant lately, huh."
Ollie leaned into the touch, his eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh of contentment. "It's okay... I understand... I'm sorry I upset you." he replied quietly.
Tyler's heart swelled with pride and possession as he heard Ollie apologize to him for essentially no reason at all. He kinda liked the way that Ollie was so quick to accept blame, even when nothing was his fault. "It's okay, baby girl," Tyler said softly as he leaned in closer to Ollie's face. "I forgive you." With that, Tyler closed the distance between them and pressed his lips hungrily against Ollie's.
Ollie moaned desperately into the kiss, feeling a mix of pleasure and relief at being forgiven by Tyler and brought back into his embrace after so many days. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's neck tightly--feeling safe once again just from their touch--as they kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other's mouths eagerly.
Tyler pulled back slightly after a few moments but kept one hand on Ollie's cheek while using another to trail down over his chest over the blouse. His fingers brushed over a fabric covered nipple causing an involuntary shiver from Ollie. "You're such a good girl for me," he murmured huskily before leaning in for another kiss. As they broke apart again, Ollie gasping, Tyler whispered. "You know how much I love having you all dressed up like this."
"I know..." replied the breathless little twink, obediently looking up at him through dark lashes... "It makes me feel good too."
"Good," said the jock, pulling him close with an arm around his waist. "Tell me why it makes you feel good, baby girl."
Ollie's heart raced as he looked up at Tyler with a mix of desire and submission in his eyes. "It makes me feel pretty," he said softly, blushing slightly at the admission. "Like... like I'm your perfect baby girl."
Tyler's grip on Ollie tightened possessively as he heard those words; his cock twitching inside his pants from the power rush of knowing that Ollie was completely under his control. "You are my perfect little girl," Tyler growled huskily into Ollie's ear before nibbling gently on it. "All mine to do with as I please."
Ollie moaned softly in response, feeling an electric jolt run through him at Tyler's words. He belonged to this man--body and soul--and there was nothing that made him happier than being owned by someone so powerful and dominant. "I'm all yours, Daddy," he whispered obediently as Tyler pulled back. He looked up into those deep brown eyes that were filled with lustful hunger for him and almost whimpered out loud.
Tyler's lips curled up into a smirk as Ollie spoke those words. "That's right," Tyler said possessively. "Daddy's beautiful baby girl." He pressed his lips hungrily against Ollie's once again.
Ollie moaned, feeling completely owned by Tyler at that moment. The sheer gravity of his presence crushed all of the inkling concerns he'd felt when talking to Eddie. He felt like he was nothing without Tyler--just a small and insignificant boy who needed someone to take care of him. With Tyler he felt like he knew what it meant to be loved and dominated all at once.
Tyler broke the kiss, his lips glistening with saliva as he pulled away from Ollie. He walked towards the couch and sat down lazily, his legs spread wide open; his khaki jogging pants clung tightly to his muscular thighs and bulging crotch. Ollie stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he looked at Tyler, whose eyes were dark with desire.
"Come here, baby girl," Tyler commanded in a low voice. Ollie hesitated for just a moment before slowly walking towards the couch. As he got closer, he saw that Tyler's cock was already straining against his pants; it was huge and thick--just the way Ollie liked it. He knelt down in between Tyler's strong legs obediently--his heart racing with anticipation--as Tyler beckoned him closer. "You know what I want from you," Tyler said as he rubbed himself through his jogging pants. "I want that sweet little mouth wrapped around Daddy's big cock."
Ollie's heart pounded as he heard Tyler's words, feeling the desire pooling in his depths. He leaned forward eagerly and reached for Tyler's waistband, pulling down his jogging pants to reveal that massive bulge in his hunter green boxer briefs. Without any hesitation, Ollie slipped Tyler's underwear over the heavy bulge, revealing that thick cock, already hard and twitching against his thigh.
He licked his lips in anticipation. It had been almost a week and he'd been craving this dick. The dick that had taught him everything he knew about sex. He leaned forward and wrapped his pink lips around the swollen head. Tyler groaned loudly as he felt Ollie's hot mouth engulf him; it was so wet and warm--it felt amazing. His hands gripped onto the back of Ollie's head, pulling him closer to force more of himself into that eager mouth. Ollie's soft moan was cut off with a slight gag as Tyler began thrusting gently against his face--first slowly then faster until he had found a rhythm that suited them both perfectly.
"Fuck yes," Tyler moaned as he watched Ollie pink lips slide up and down his shaft. "That's it baby girl... suck Daddy's big cock like a good girl."
Ollie hummed contentedly at hearing those words--feeling even more aroused knowing how much pleasure he was giving to his man. He looked up at Tyler with his smokey eyes--making eye contact--before closing them and leaning in to take every inch of that huge cock down his throat. He remembered how impossibly large it had seemed the first time Tyler had trained him--and it still was--but now Ollie knew how to take it, and as his nose buried into that tangled musky nest of hair above Tyler's cock, he breathed in deeply, drowning himself in that masculine scent as his throat spasmed around the huge intrusion inside it.
Tyler's eyes closed in pleasure as he felt Ollie take him all the way down to the root. He could feel his balls tightening already, warning of an impending orgasm. He knew that he'd already been brought close to the edge earlier by Pete, and he wouldn't hold out much longer with Ollie working his magic on him like this. "You're so good, baby," he said as he thrust into that warm mouth once more before pulling away suddenly, leaving Ollie gasping for air and looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Tyler stood up quickly from the couch and pulled off his pants and underwear completely, then stripped off his shirt, revealing himself fully to Ollie who stared at his body hungrily, wriggling around excitedly on his knees ready for whatever was next. "Get up here," Tyler commanded gruffly.
Obediently, Ollie rose to stand beside his muscular frame; his hands boldly moved to grip his cock and rub up and down his body. Tyler hummed and leaned in close again--his lips brushing against those of the little twink trap in front of him--as if they were magnets being drawn together by some irresistible force. They kissed again deeply--tongues exploring each other's mouths eagerly--as their hands roamed over each other feverishly. Ollie stroked Tyler's cock and felt the ripples of his muscles while Tyler brought his hands under Ollie's skirt and cupped his sexy round ass over his panties.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door causing both boys to jump abruptly. Tyler growled softly at the intrusion and was about to yell out for them to get lost, but then he looked at Ollie. The twink still looked convincingly like a gorgeous girl--a slutty one--with slightly smeared lipstick and a single tear line from his eye makeup due to his blowjob efforts. He grinned wickedly, deciding that this could be fun.
"Looks like we've got unwanted company," Tyler said mischievously.
Ollie's heart raced as he processed the knock at the door. He looked over at Tyler nervously, unsure what was expected of him.
"Go answer it, baby girl," Tyler commanded gruffly with a wicked smile.
Ollie hesitated for a moment, mind spinning with fear and uncertainty as he wondered who could possibly be knocking at the door--who else would see him like this. But Tyler wanted him to answer the door...
"Okay," Ollie replied softly as he stood up from the couch, adjusting his skirt and wig nervously before walking towards the door; Tyler watched from the couch, fully naked and clearly unbothered that whoever it was would be getting an eyeful when the door opened.
Ollie reached the door nervously, his heart pounding in his chest as he wondered who could be on the other side. He hesitated for just a moment before opening it slightly to peer out into the hallway.
Standing there was a tall, good-looking guy with a nice body and short brown hair. Ollie's breath caught for a moment at the sight of him. The guy had started talking as the door opened, before even registering Ollie.
"Yo, I'm so sorry, Ty. I forgot my wallet and--" His voice halted as he looked at the creature before him. "Whoa."
Ollie felt his heart rate quicken as he realized that this guy was someone who knew Tyler. He took a step back nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable in his schoolgirl outfit as the door swung open fully.
"Um... hi?" Ollie said softly, glancing back at Tyler, looking for help.
The other guy's eyes flicked down over Ollie's body--taking in the short skirt and blouse--and then back up again with wide eyes. "Whoa," he repeated quietly.
Tyler chuckled from the couch, finding the situation amusing. "What's up, Petey? You forget something?" he called out nonchalantly.
Peter tore his gaze away from Ollie and looked towards Tyler with a funny look on his face; his eyebrows raised up at the sight of Tyler's nudity. "Uh--Yeah man," he said, trying to sound casual despite seeing a twink dressed like a sexy schoolgirl standing in front of him and Tyler's nudity on the couch. "I uh, forgot my wallet."
Tyler nodded understandingly before gesturing towards Ollie. "This is my baby girl," he said with an air of ownership that made Ollie shiver slightly.
"Girl, huh." Peter replied before looking back to Ollie again--his eyes appraising his form once more--but then quickly returned them to Tyler, trying not to get too distracted by the huge cock lying on his stomach. "You're not exactly what I'd call a typical ladies man, bro," he joked weakly, tearing his eyes away again to look back at Ollie. "But fuck does he look the part..."
Ollie flushed deeply, feeling embarrassed and exposed under Peter's gaze, though his little dick throbbed in his panties at the praise.
Tyler smirked at Peter's comment. "My baby girl is something special," he said with a lustful look towards Ollie that made him blush. Peter blushed too, knowing that look all too well.
Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the situation. He shifted his gaze back to Tyler's eyes and said; "Yeah man... I can see that."
Tyler chuckled before reaching out a hand towards Peter, gesturing for him to come closer. "Hang out for a bit, dude, since you're back."
Peter hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hang out with Tyler and his `girl'--he had his own girl to handle--but at the same time, he didn't want to upset Tyler, and he had been sort of stung by his dominant friend's sudden rejection earlier.
"Uh... I don't know man," he said hesitantly. "I should probably get going, Trisha is--"
Tyler's dark expression turned on Peter from the couch. "Sit," he commanded shortly, pointing towards one of the chairs in the living room.
Peter felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the intensity in Tyler's eyes; there was no arguing with him when he got like this. Without another word, Peter walked over to the chair and sat down nervously, glancing between Tyler's naked form and the little femboi by the door.
Meanwhile Ollie stood frozen by the door, watching awkwardly as Tyler lay on the couch naked. He marveled at how easily Tyler had taken control over this other jock with a single word; it made Ollie feel submissive just watching it unfold which only heightened his arousal even more. At the same time though he wondered what chance did he ever have if a jock like `Petey' capitulated to Tyler so easily?
As he watched Peter sitting nervously in the chair, Ollie couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He seemed obedient... maybe not as submissive as himself, but it raised alarm bells in Ollie's mind. Did Tyler have other guys he controlled? It made him wonder if he was just another one of Tyler's conquests; someone who would be used and thrown away once Tyler got bored. His attention was drawn back to Tyler as he sat up on the couch, his cock still fully erect as he looked at both boys with an air of dominance. "So what brings you back, Pete?" he asked casually.
Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat before answering hesitantly. "I told you man... I forgot my wallet."
Tyler laughed. "Oh yeah. Well you'll get to look around, don't worry," he said casually before gesturing towards Ollie again. "But seriously bro," he said with a smirk on his face. "What do you think of my baby girl?"
Ollie felt himself flush deeply under Peter's gaze as the jock looked over at him; it was clear from his expression that this wasn't something that happened every day--even between buddies--which he supposed is what they were... he still didn't know he extent of his relationship with Tyler and that unsettled him.
"She looks... good..." Peter replied slowly, unsure of how Tyler wanted him to respond.
Tyler's smirk widened as he heard Peter's response. "Good? She looks fucking amazing," he said with a chuckle before motioning for Ollie to come over and stand in front of him. He hesitated for just a moment before walking over towards Tyler, feeling both excited and nervous at the same time. He stood there uncertainly, unsure what was expected of him.
"Show Petey what you can do, baby," Tyler commanded, grabbing his cock with one hand and slapping it against his body while placing the other on Ollie's waist.
With a slight hesitation and a glance toward Peter, Ollie knelt down. He looked up at Tyler who encouraged him and then wrapped his lips around that thick shaft once again. Despite his nerves he quickly became more confident than before despite knowing that he had an audience. He sucked eagerly--using all the techniques that Tyler had taught him--and soon enough could feel himself getting lost in it as he worked his mouth up and down that huge pole like an expert little slut trap.
Peter watched closely from the chair--not saying anything--as he saw how effortlessly this kid took Tyler's massive dick into his mouth... It was impressive for sure. He thought back to his own freshman year training four years earlier; when Tyler had given him his first taste of dick. The memory combined with the scene in front of him and quickly got him boned up.
Tyler groaned loudly as Ollie's mouth worked its magic on him. He looked over at Peter and saw that the jock was getting aroused by the sight of his little femboi blowing him in the same position he'd been in hours before. "Enjoying the show, Petey?" Tyler asked with a smirk, noticing Peter's erection growing in his pants.
Peter looked up at Tyler and nodded slowly, his eyes glued to the trap's mouth as he worked over the huge cock, thick drool dripping from his lips and making a deliciously sloppy sound. He was definitely getting aroused watching the action unfolding before him. "Kid's got a lot of talent," he murmured.
Tyler chuckled darkly before grabbing onto Ollie's head and thrusting into that warm little mouth harder than ever before; "Damn right. My baby is a pro at taking this dick," he said.
Ollie hummed loudly around Tyler's shaft, feeling completely submissive under Tyler's hands--and feeling proud too for being able to pleasure him so well while someone else watched.
Peter couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched Ollie service Tyler with such enthusiasm... His own experiences with Tyler hadn't been like this in a long time; they were always quick and dirty now, often in some grimy bathroom stall at the gym. Tyler never even seemed to be engaged in it anymore. This--what he was witnessing--was something else.
Tyler couldn't resist the urge to touch Ollie's cute little bum as he continued to be serviced by his femboi. He reached over the trap's body and pulled up his skirt, revealing a pair of lacy pink panties that hugged those round little cheeks perfectly.
Peter watched with interest as Tyler slipped his hand down into those panties, cupping one cheek and squeezing gently. "Fuck," Peter murmured under his breath at the sight; it was getting him harder. Despite his eagerness for Tyler's cock, that was the exception that proved the rule--he was straight--but seeing this little femboi all dolled up like a coed in this position was fucking with his head.
Ollie moaned around Tyler's cock as he felt his fingers slide into the waistband of his panties, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable under Tyler's touch. He could feel Peter watching them intently from across the room, which somehow only added to his excitement. Tyler smirked at Peter before sliding a finger between Ollie's cheeks and teasingly circling around that tight little entrance. "You like it when I touch you there, baby girl?" he asked with a low, sexy tone in his voice.
Ollie pulled off his cock and whimpered softly, nodding eagerly; he'd missed Tyler's touch on his most private place so much. Tyler smiled at the twink's response. "Good girl," he said with a smirk before slipping his middle finger inside that tight little hole. He felt resistance at first, but then Ollie relaxed and let him in deep. The femboi groaned as he sucked his cockhead and Tyler pushed him all the deeper down on his cock, loving the feeling of the twink's throat massaging him.
"You want a better look, Pete?" Tyler asked, pulling his finger out of the boy's hole and slowly dragging those panties off his ass cheeks. Now Ollie's pretty ass was exposed in the room, his little asshole nestled between the cheeks, shadowed yet visible and winking slightly as it sought the finger that had just abandoned it. Peter stared at the sight before him, his eyes glued to Ollie's little hole. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this situation; it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
Tyler smirked as he saw Peter's reaction; it made him feel even more powerful knowing that another jock--straight no less--was getting off on watching his femboi in action. Peter was used to submitting to Tyler but he'd never had the opportunity to get a good look at one of his buddy's twinks before.
"Come over here and get a better look," Tyler said, gesturing with one hand while sliding a finger back into Ollie with the other. The boy moaned again around Tyler's cock, barely aware of Peter's presence anymore. Peter hesitated for just a moment before standing up from the chair and walking over towards the couch. He stood there uncertainly, unsure of what to do next.
Tyler smirked at Peter as he approached them but then focused back on fingering Ollie's tight little hole once again. "Get down there," Tyler commanded gruffly, pointing towards where Ollie knelt obediently between Tyler's legs, sucking eagerly away, still mostly oblivious to Peter's presence behind him.
Obediently, Peter dropped down onto his knees behind Ollie's exposed ass, feeling somewhat out of place having another person between Tyler's legs... and yet something about being near them both was intoxicating. He watched Tyler's finger sliding in and out of the tight little asshole in front of him and it mesmerized him.
Tyler chuckled lightly as he saw the expression on Peter's face; it was clear that he was enjoying the show. He reached down and squeezed Ollie's ass, causing him to whimper softly around his cock. "Get in there," Tyler said, pulling his finger out again and using both hands to spread Ollie's cheeks, fully exposing that pink little asshole.
Peter hesitated for just a moment, staring at the tight hole. He liked anal with women but hadn't ever eaten ass--let alone a guy's! But when he looked back up at Tyler's deep gaze he immediately complied, leaning forward and pressing his full lips against that tight little entrance. It felt so strange--so forbidden--but at the same time, it was turning him on like little else had in recent months.
Ollie's eyes widened in shock as he felt Peter's tongue press against his tight little hole. He gasped and pulled off Tyler's cock, looking over his shoulder before turning back to look up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear.
"Tyler, wha-" Ollie started to say before Tyler cut him off.
"Shh, baby girl," Tyler said soothingly as he placed a hand on Ollie's cheek. "It's okay."
"But... I'm yours," Ollie protested weakly, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable with Peter down there, continuing to lick at his most private place. No one had ever licked him there but Tyler.
"I know you are," Tyler replied with a slight smile.
"But then... why is he...?" Ollie trailed off, until finding his words. "No one but you touches me there," he whimpered as Peter kept lathering his hole with his tongue.
Tyler laughed lightly as he watched Peter eagerly licking at Ollie's exposed hole. "He's just doing what I told him to do. He wants to please me--and by extension you too, baby girl," Tyler explained calmly. He motioned for Ollie to get his mouth back onto his cock. Ollie still felt a bit confused and uncomfortable about the situation, but he obediently resumed sucking away on that huge shaft, but couldn't help but feel like something was off...
"You're mine, baby girl," Tyler repeated firmly as he looked down at Ollie with possessive eyes. "Don't worry about Pete--he's just helping us out." Ollie whimpered and pulled off of Tyler's cock again.
"But... you hate when anyone else gets close to me," he gasped as Peter slipped his tongue inside his ass. He was so confused. Just last week Tyler had punched a guy out for talking to him! Now he was telling a stranger to lick his ass?
Tyler laughed again, enjoying the power he had over Ollie and Peter both. "I only hate it when they're trying to take you away from me," he said simply before grabbing onto Ollie's head and pushing him back down on his cock.
Ollie moaned softly around the thick shaft as he felt himself getting lost in pleasure once again. He tried not to think about what was happening behind him--tried not to focus on the fact that another jock was licking at his little hole--but it was hard to ignore completely. No one other than Tyler had ever touched him there!
Peter, for his part, continued eagerly tonguing that exposed little pucker; loving the feeling of sucking on this submissive trap's ass even if he was only doing it because he was at the beck and call of Tyler's dominance. It wasn't like any normal straight guy would want their tongue anywhere near a dude's ass... Tyler watched all of this with a satisfied expression on his face; knowing full well how much control he wielded over these two boys--how easily they submitted to him--and relishing every moment of it.
Under Peter's efforts, Ollie felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Despite his confusion and discomfort with the situation, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of another man pleasuring him in such an intimate way. "Fuck," he moaned, popping off Tyler's cock as he felt Peter's tongue slide inside his tight hole once again. He felt his own rock hard little cock twitching in his panties as Tyler thrust back into his mouth.
As Tyler watched Peter hungrily licking at Ollie's exposed hole, he felt himself getting even more aroused. He reached down and grabbed onto Ollie's hair, pulling him closer to his cock as he thrust deeper into his mouth. "Fuck yeah," Tyler groaned loudly as he felt Ollie's throat tighten around him once again. "You like that baby girl?" Ollie moaned around the thick shaft in his mouth; there was no denying how good it felt to be used by this man who controlled so much of his life now... even if something about what was happening with Peter that bothered him.
Tyler then turned his attention to Peter, who was still eagerly licking at Ollie's exposed hole. "Finger that pussy," he commanded, slapping a hand on Ollie's little ass. This time, Peter obeyed without hesitation, immediately sliding a finger inside of Ollie and feeling him tighten around it. He could feel the heat radiating off of the twink's body as he fingered him deeper. Ollie groaned loudly at the intrusion as Tyler thrust into his mouth. The sensation of having these two men using him in such an intimate way was almost too much for him to handle.
Tyler looked straight into Peter's eyes. "Curl your finger down and fuck his prostate." Peter did just that--curling his finger until it brushed against that little nub inside Ollie's ass--and began teasing it mercilessly. It wasn't long before he felt the boy starting to tremble between them both...
"Make him cum," Tyler growled out aggressively as he choked Ollie's throat on his cock once again. Obediently, Peter kept working over that sensitive spot deep inside of Ollie while Tyler held onto his head tightly, forcing himself deeper into the trap's throat and holding himself there; there were tears in Ollie's eyes from being choked like this but also pleasure coursing through every inch if his body.
Tyler leaned down to his ear; "Cum for me, baby," he whispered, still holding his head tight to his crotch.
Ollie couldn't take it anymore; the combination of Peter's finger inside him and Tyler choking him on his dick was too much for him to bear. He moaned loudly around Tyler's shaft as he felt himself approaching the edge. He came hard, hands-free in his panties, with jizz soaking through the fabric. His body shook with pleasure as he rode out that orgasmic wave.
Tyler groaned loudly at the sight, feeling himself getting even more aroused by how submissive and obedient Ollie was being under their touch. He pulled back on Ollie's head until he could see those glazed eyes looking up at him from between his legs--and then pushed himself deeper down that throat once again until it made gagging sounds... and then held there while Peter kept finger fucking Ollie's ass even after climax subsided--enjoying every moment of this display!
Peter watched in awe as Ollie came hard between them both--he'd never seen anything like it before! Part of him felt guilty about enjoying this scene so much... Tyler finally withdrew from Ollies' mouth and gestured for Peter to stop too. He stood up slowly as Peter withdrew his fingers from Ollie's hole, towering over them like some kind of god amongst men; his cock shone with Ollie's spit and strings of drool hung off the shaft. Ollie lay there panting heavily on the floor below them both--feeling utterly used but also exhilarated by what had just happened.
Tyler smirked at the sight and motioned Peter towards Ollie. "Clean up your mess," he ordered. Peter hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward and licking and sucking eagerly at Ollie's cum-soaked panties--feeling like an absolute slut but unable to resist following Tyler's commands. Ollie lay on the floor, moaning uncontrollably as Peter cleaned up his mess with his tongue. He was totally overstimulated and the hot tongue on his cock and balls was too much.
Peter finally finished cleaning Ollie's panties off and looked up at Tyler with a pair of shiny full lips. "Good job, cocksucker," Tyler said gruffly before gesturing towards the door. "Now get your wallet and get the fuck out." Peter nodded silently before standing up slowly, feeling like he'd been slapped in the face--realizing how little power he really held here despite being one of Tyler's longtime bros.
As Peter found his wallet and left without another word, Tyler turned back to Ollie, who was still lying there on the floor. "You did so good for me, baby girl," Tyler said softly as he knelt down next to Ollie and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm proud of you." Ollie looked up at him with tired eyes, feeling both happy and ashamed all at once. "I know that wasn't something you expected--but I promise I'll always take care of you," Tyler continued reassuringly before leaning in to kiss the boy on the forehead gently. "No one will touch you unless I let them."
Ollie nodded weakly at Tyler's words, feeling a sense of comfort in them even as he struggled with the fact that Peter--basically a stranger--had just rimmed his ass, finger-banged him and eaten his cum. It felt so good. He wasn't sure if this was what he really wanted--or if it was just something that Tyler had convinced him to want.
Sensing his fatigue, Tyler scooped up Ollie and carried him to the bedroom. Ollie's panties had fallen off his ankle, leaving him in a skirt with no underwear underneath. He wore a girl's blouse that hugged him nice and tight, except for in the chest. One of his knee-high socks had also fallen down his leg, revealing a smooth calf and slender foot. The brown wig on his head was messy from Tyler pulling at it earlier but still clung to its place.
Tyler kicked open the door to the bedroom and placed Ollie gently onto the bed. "Stay there," Tyler said as he strode over to the nightstand and rummaged around for something. Ollie lay there obediently, feeling both vulnerable and excited about what was going to happen next--his little cock twitching with anticipation beneath that skirt despite having just cum.
Tyler finally found what he was looking for--a small brown bottle with a label that read 'Rush'. He unscrewed the cap and brought it to his nose, taking a deep breath in before passing it over to Ollie. "Here, take this," Tyler said firmly as he watched Ollie's reaction carefully. "It'll make you feel even better."
Ollie looked at the bottle hesitantly. It said "Rush" on it. Poppers? He'd never used poppers before but didn't question Tyler--knowing from experience with Tyler that this would probably make him feel amazing. He took the bottle and held it under his nose before inhaling deeply--feeling an intense rush of heat spread through his body almost immediately. The room seemed to spin around him as he slumped back on the bed; feeling both dizzy and euphoric at once.
Tyler climbed onto the bed next to him, running one hand down between his legs to tease his sensitive little hole. Ollie groaned and shifted to give him more access to his ass. "That's right baby girl," Tyler murmured softly into Ollie's ear as he traced his hole lightly. "It's just you and me now. Just let go--all your worries will disappear soon." Tyler picked up the bottle from the bed and held it under Ollie's nose again, sealing one of his nostrils shut. Ollie moaned loudly as he inhaled a second time, the hit flooding his senses. He felt himself quickly growing hard again despite having just cum minutes before--he couldn't believe how good everything felt right now!
"Tell me what you want, baby doll," Tyler crooned as he stroked Ollie's hole and unbuttoned the rumpled blouse. "Tell me what you want from Daddy."
Ollie was completely lost in the haze of pleasure and poppers, unable to resist Tyler's commanding voice. He felt like he was floating on a cloud as he leaned into the role play.
"Please Daddy," Ollie moaned out in a needy voice, his makeup smeared and running down his face. "Please use my pussy."
Tyler growled in his throat at the response before sliding two fingers back inside Ollie's tight hole; feeling how slick and ready he was already. "That's it baby girl," Tyler murmured as he leaned in to kiss Ollie on the neck. "You're such a good little slut for me." Ollie moaned at the feeling of being filled up again--feeling completely submissive to Tyler's desires.
"You're mine, baby doll," Tyler whispered into his ear as he continued working him open with those thick fingers. "I'm gonna make you scream like the good little whore you are."
Ollie whimpered at the sensations, the remnants of the poppers making everything feel even more intense than before. He arched his back off the bed as Tyler hit that sweet spot inside him just right--"Oh god Daddy! Yessss... I'm yours!" Tyler smiled, watching Ollie writhe beneath him with pleasure. He knew that he had complete control over the boy in this moment--able to make him do whatever he wanted.
"Good girl," he said as he withdrew his fingers and reached for a condom. "Now let's see how well you can take Daddy's cock." Ollie moaned eagerly at the prospect of being filled up by Tyler's thick member; feeling like it was all he ever wanted in life. Tyler slicked his cock with lube and pushed Ollie's legs up, opening up his ass to him. He positioned himself so the hot head of his cock teased the twink's hole. "You ready, baby doll?" Tyler asked softly as he looked down into those blue eyes. "You want my cock inside your tight pussy?"
"Yes, Daddy! Please fuck me," Ollie moaned out desperately as he shifted his hips to try and get Tyler's cock inside him. The poppers had made him feel so desperate for more pleasure that he was practically begging for it. Tyler loved the sight of Ollie writhing beneath him; feeling like he had complete control over this submissive boy. He leaned in to kiss Ollie again before holding the bottle of poppers under his nose once more--giving him another hit to intensify the sensations. Ollie took in another deep breath; feeling like everything around him was melting away except for this moment with Tyler. His body felt hot and flushed with desire as Tyler pressed forward into his softening hole, forcing himself deeper inch by inch. Ollie cried out silently, his mouth open and eyes blown wide as Tyler filled his whole world; his cock filling his ass to the hilt and his muscular frame filling his field of vision.
Tyler couldn't help but grin at the sight of Ollie so lost in pleasure and desperation. He loved how eager this twink was to please him; willing to take whatever he wanted from him. "Good girl," Tyler whispered into Ollie's ear as he began moving his hips slowly; feeling every inch of that tight hole pulsing around him. "You're such a good little whore for Daddy."
Ollie moaned loudly at the sensation, feeling totally dominated by Tyler's rough voice and deep thrusts. The poppers had made everything feel even more intense than before--like his whole body was on fire with pleasure. "Yes, Daddy! Use my pussy!" Ollie whined out desperately as he clung onto Tyler tightly; needing something to ground himself amidst all these overwhelming sensations. Tyler reached down to grab hold of Ollie's cock, teasing it between two fingers as he kept sliding his dick in and out of that hole.
He groaned as he looked down at the sight before him. Ollie's blouse was open, revealing his slim, twink body and his skirt formed a halo around his waist, ruffled and crumpled from his legs being lifted up and Tyler's thrusts against him. His makeup was increasingly messy and his face was twisted in ecstasy as his wig had started to shift back, revealing the femboi's natural locks beneath. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable, and yet such an eager slut.
"You're such a good little fucktoy, aren't you baby girl?" Tyler whispered into Ollie's ear as he fucked him and stroked his cocklet. "You love when Daddy fucks your pussy and plays with your clit, don't you?" Ollie whimpered out something unintelligible in response; feeling too lost in pleasure to form coherent thoughts or words. All he knew was that this felt amazing--and nothing else mattered right now.
Tyler pulled out and flipped Ollie over onto his stomach, with his cute little butt in front of him. He spread those sexy cheeks and rubbed his cock against Ollie's hole again teasingly--feeling how slick he was and ready for more. "Please Daddy!" Ollie groaned out desperately, feeling like he needed Tyler inside him again or else he might go insane with need. "Use my tight pussy! Please!"
Tyler chuckled at the response before holding up the bottle of poppers in front of Ollie's face. "You want some more of this?" He asked gruffly as he watched Ollie intently. Somewhere in his mind, Ollie wasn't sure if that was what he really wanted--he felt like, even without drugs, sex with Tyler made him lose himself completely; but with the poppers, his mind seemed to be turning into mush even more rapidly. But all rational thought had been drowned out by a desperate desire for more of Tyler's cock in his hole.
"Yes Daddy," came the breathless reply from between parted lips that were wet from drool and sweat alike."I-I want more." Tyler smiled and brought the bottle back to Ollie's nose once again. Ollie inhaled deeply and felt the rush of heat spread through his body again--making him feel like he was on fire with desire. He pushed back against Tyler eagerly, needing his dominant man back inside him.
Tyler groaned at the sensation of Ollie's tight hole squeezing around him as he slid back inside. "You're so fucking hot, baby doll," he murmured into Ollie's ear as he began thrusting hard and fast; using all his strength to make that tight little boypussy submit to him completely. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched Ollie's body writhing beneath him. He loved how this effeminate boy was completely under his control--willing to do anything to please him.
Tyler reached down and pulled on Ollie's wig roughly; messing up the carefully styled hair even more. "Look at you," Tyler sneered as he watched the wig slide off Ollie's head entirely, letting the boy's natural emo hair fall around his face. "You're such a pathetic little slut, aren't you? So eager to be my girl." Ollie whimpered in response, feeling both ashamed and aroused by Tyler's words. He knew that he was being degraded--but something about it turned him on even more.
"You love being my slutty little princess, don't you?" Tyler continued gruffly as he kept thrusting hard into that tight hole. "You'll do anything for me won't you--just so I keep using your sweet pussy?"
"Yes!" Ollie cried out desperately, as if begging for more punishment from his dominant man.
Tyler grinned wolfishly before pulling out of that softening hole almost entirely; teasing it with just the tip of his cock before slamming back inside again with forceful abandon. "Good girl," Tyler murmured approvingly as he felt every inch of that tight hole pulsing around him. "You're Daddy's little fucktoy, and I own you completely."
Ollie moaned out loudly at the sensation of Tyler's cock slamming into him over and over again--feeling like he was losing himself in a sea of pleasure and degradation. Tyler reached down to grab hold of Ollie's hair roughly; pulling his head back so he could look into those blue eyes as he fucked him. "Are you mine?" Tyler growled out between thrusts. "Say it!"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy! I'm yours!" Ollie cried out desperately--as if begging for more punishment from this alpha male.
Tyler's thrusts grew harder and faster as he felt the pressure building inside him. He reached forward with one hand, his fingers finding their way into Ollie's mouth. "You like that?" Tyler growled out between moans of pleasure. "You want Daddy to fuck your pussy while you suck on my fingers?"
Ollie moaned around Tyler's fingers, unable to form a coherent response as pleasure coursed through his body. Tyler felt completely in control over this submissive boy beneath him. He kept pumping his cock in and out of Ollie's tight hole while hooking his slick digits into the twink's cheek. "Such a good little slut," Tyler murmured approvingly as he watched Ollie squirming beneath him--unable to resist either sensation of being filled up both holes by this dominant man.
The stimulation was too much for Ollie--he could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming again despite having just orgasmed a short time before under Peter and Tyler's ministrations. His head swam with desire--the dregs of the poppers in his system making everything feel explosive inside him. Tyler pulled Ollie up by his hips, pressing the effeminate boy's back flush to his own muscular chest. He turned them both around so they were facing a full-length mirror on the wall.
"Look at yourself," Tyler ordered gruffly as he kept thrusting into that tight hole. "See how much of a slut you are for me." Ollie whimpered in response, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable as he looked at himself in the mirror. His skirt had been pulled up so he could see his little cock standing at full attention; his blouse was open too, hanging off one shoulder while showcasing his slender frame and delicate curves underneath it all--his nipples hard and pink against his pale white skin. His makeup was smudged and ruined, making him look like a cheap whore. His wig had fallen off completely at some point--revealing his natural emo boy hair that looked even more wild and unkempt now.
Tyler grinned as he watched Ollie take in the sight of himself--as if seeing how much of a slut he really was for the first time. "You love this, don't you?" Tyler growled out slowly as he kept thrusting into that tight hole. "You love being my little fucktoy."
Ollie couldn't help but moan at the sensation of being filled up by Tyler; feeling completely submissive to his desires. "Yes, Daddy," Ollie whimpered out breathlessly as he shifted his hips back against Tyler's cock eagerly; needing more of him inside him. "I'm yours... Your fucktoy..."
Tyler groaned deeply before pulling out slightly so just the tip remained within Ollie's ass. He reached around with one hand to grab hold under those slender legs--lifting them upwards until they were almost touching Ollie's chest. "Look baby girl," Tyler ordered roughly as he lowered the boy's exposed hole down onto his cock once again. "Watch your pussy getting fucked by Daddy."
Ollie could see everything from this angle--the way his skirt hugged tightly around his waist while revealing everything between it; how open and vulnerable his body looked beneath that torn blouse; and most importantly, he saw Tyler's massive cock sliding in and out of his ass--no--his pussy. He could see how his tight hole was stretched wide around Tyler's huge member--taking in every inch of him with each thrust. He couldn't help but gasp and moan at the sight of it--feeling completely lost in pleasure and submission to Tyler. He could feel his body shutting down from the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
Tyler grinned as he watched Ollie's face contort with pleasure, feeling like he had complete control over this submissive boy beneath him. He kept thrusting into that tight hole hard and fast; using all his strength to make that little boypussy take the shape of his cock. "You're mine," Tyler growled out gruffly as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming again. "My little fucktoy."
Ollie whimpered again, unable to form words or thoughts anymore as ecstasy consumed every inch of his being. "Yes Daddy!" He cried out breathlessly--as if begging for more punishment from this alpha male. "I'm yours!" He was lost in a haze of pleasure and submission as Tyler held him tightly from behind; their eyes locked on each other's reflections in the mirror. Ollie could feel himself getting close to cumming again--feeling like he needed this more than anything else.
Tyler looked at their reflection in the mirror--the femboi was completely under his control, ready to do whatever he wanted. He was getting close now. "You look so beautiful," Tyler murmured into Ollie's ear as he kept thrusting up into that tight hole. "I want you to carry my son, baby girl."
Ollie trembled at Tyler's words--as if they were fulfilling some deep-seated fantasy inside him. He knew it was impossible--but something about the idea of carrying this dominant man's child made everything even more intense. "Yes, Daddy," Ollie moaned out breathlessly. "I want your baby in me."
Tyler groaned deeply at the response before leaning forward to nibble on Ollie's ear. "I'm going to cum inside you and fill you up with my seed," Tyler growled out as he kept thrusting harder and faster. "And then I'll watch as my babies grow inside your womb--making you mine forever."
Ollie couldn't help but cry out loudly at the twisted fantasy of carrying Tyler's babies; everything around him was melting away except for this moment with Tyler. "Yes, please..." Ollie whined desperately, throwing his head back against Tyler's shoulder.
Tyler kissed the side of his head before slowly lowering the boy's legs so he could support his feet on Tyler's thighs. With one arm braced across the twink's chest and the other moving to the little cock between his legs, Tyler kept fucking up into him, grinding his hips slowly now, torturing Ollie's prostate.
"Cum for me--you slutty little princess." Tyler ordered, looking in the mirror over Ollie's shoulder and meeting his eyes as he stroked that small cocklet vigorously. "Let Daddy see how much of a whore you are."
Ollie moaned loudly as Tyler's hand continued to work his throbbing cock, teasing him relentlessly. He was so close; he could feel the pressure building up inside him like a volcano ready to erupt. He writhed on Tyler's lap, feeling completely full of cock and lost in pleasure. His body was tingling with sensation from head to toe--every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. He arched his back off of Tyler's torso, driving his ass even further onto that enormous cock. He wanted to feel every inch of it inside him; he needed more--more pleasure, more domination.
Tyler watched Ollie writhe and moan beneath him, feeling like a god in this moment with the submissive boy on his lap. He could feel himself getting closer too--as if they were both reaching the brink at the same time.
Suddenly, Ollie let out a high-pitched noise that he didn't even know was possible to make. It was like the sound of pure pleasure escaping his lips; a release of everything he had been holding inside. As soon as that noise left his mouth, Ollie's body tensed up and spasmed uncontrollably. He could feel himself cumming hard--shooting a huge load through the air before it landed somewhere on the floor in front of them.
At the same time, Tyler let out a deep groan as he felt Ollie's hole spasming around his big dick. He could feel himself getting close now too--unable to hold back any longer. With a big thrust, Tyler exploded inside of Ollie, flooding his twink with his hot seed.
Ollie collapsed back against Tyler's chest, completely spent and panting heavily as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. He could feel Tyler's cock still twitching inside him--as if he was marking his territory with every spurt of cum. Tyler held onto him tightly; not wanting to let go just yet. He loved how this boy was completely under his control now, completely addicted to pleasure like this. And Tyler was addicted to giving it to him.
"Good girl," Tyler murmured into Ollie's ear as he kissed the side of his neck gently. "You did so well."
Ollie couldn't even respond--he was lost in a haze of bliss and submission to this dominant man behind him. All he could do was lay there feeling the warm, sweaty body pressed up behind him, a strong arm wrapped around him. He felt so full; so content; so safe. Somewhere his mind registered the praise and he let himself bask in it.
Sooner or later the concerns about Tyler's neglect would come back. So would the essentially non-consensual threesome that had happened. But right now, Ollie allowed Tyler to lay him back on the bed and hold him close from behind, kissing his neck and ear as his cock slowly softened inside his ass. Fuck he felt good. So satisfied. How could this possibly be wrong? Ollie's brain wondered as he drifted off into sleep in his man's arms.