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Hope you don't find this story too "choppy". Started and stopped and changed it so many times! I am not really into a dad-son thing, but the thought of 2 proud Alphas being humiliated, certainly gets my attention. Hoping you guys don't find it too "out-there" that the 2 Alphas are related! Ha! I had seen a porn-flic once where "dad" and adult "son" were forced to have sex, and the idea of that taboo sex, and them ENJOYING it, always stuck with me. Ha.
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Coach Storm sat in his kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. He had actually laced the liquid with a shot of brandy. Trying to calm himself, as he again mulled over the events from the other night.
He had awoke with the sweet feeling of a set of lips working his crank. Opening his eyes wide, to the horror that there was a thick prick stuffed in his mouth, leaking a load of pre on his tongue! The panic worsen, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of his son's muffled groans!
Coach desperately called out Skip's name. Trying to roll away.
But the younger Storm, still drunk and dazed, could only concentrate on that awesome feeling around his dick. Oblivious to his dad's unintelligible cries, he actually rolled over the older man. Trapping him down, with a mouth full of cock.
"OOHH GEEZ. OH MAN! SKIP! STOP! FUCK, BOY STOP SUCKING! AAHH MY GGGAAWWDD! SON, STOP! WAKE UP! AAHHH FUCK! YOU GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"
To the shock of Coach Storm, it was Skip that jizzed first. His son, in his climax, was grinding down on the coach's chest, and making him unable to move. Forcing Coach Storm to take those ropes of cum right down his throat.
He probably would have cared more, if not for Skip, in his orgasm, SCRAPED his teeth and tongue roughly on the coach's swollen piss-slit, forcing a gusher of cum to BLAST! BLAST! BLAST! from his tortured cock.
Once able to catch his breath, he shoved Skip off. Getting dressed he quickly ran to brush his teeth, and leave the house for a run.
Skip had woken up 15 minutes later. Finding himself alone and naked, in his Dad's bed!? Liking his lips at the dry cum that had stained them. His own dick a sticky mess on his belly. A belly that was shaved! And, OW! Why was his big butt so hot and red? And his asshole felt so sensitive. What the fuck had happened?
He was still in a daze what had occurred days later as he walked in the kitchen and saw his Dad sitting in deep thought.
"Son we got to talk."
His dad didn't talk much. He passed Skip his phone, showing him a text message asking him to take his "supplement". And suddenly everything came back to Skip. Being drunk, arriving home, finding Lance and Log in the shower - the remainder was sketchy, but he had definite a feeling that things had gotten worse.
And it did. His Dad went to a pic he had received from "The Rhuler". When Coach Storm had sent a message to Lance, demanding an explanation of what had occurred, the cocky jock had simply returned a bunch of "lol"s with the horrifying snap of Coach and Skip in a 69, with a mouthful of each other's prick!
Skip flung the phone to the floor in anger!
"Ahh Fuck! I am gonna kill that fucker. I can't believe he did that to us!"
"Revenge definitely on my mind too, son. But we gotta figure out a plan. I mean, who knows how many pics those little fuckers got of us. And who knows who they could tell about, you know, our weaknesses."
"I don't give a fuck, Dad! They wouldn't have known about me, if you hadn't said something! I wanna get them back right now!"
"Son, I'm sorry about that, but remember. I was drunk like you were. I didn't know what I was doing or saying. Now sit the fuck down, and let's think of a plan to get those pricks back."
Angrily, and reluctantly, Skip listened to his dad's stern words.
Unfortunately for the Storm men, they probably should have been paying attention to the phone which had been flung to the floor. The impact had accidentally made the phone dial the sender of the open message. Before Lance Ruhl was able to answer with a smart remark, he heard fully the conversation between Coach Storm and his son.
Days later, catching the gullible Storm men into a trap, was a snap. With Dr. and Mrs. Ruhl going away for the weekend, Lance had his Dad's secretary call up Coach Storm and "cancel" an appointment, which he didn't even remember having. The young woman, who Lance had sex with in that same office more often then she cared to remember, made sure to advise the patient, that the doctor was going away with his wife for the weekend. (Lance knowing that the Storm men were bent on revenge, and they would see this as a perfect opportunity.)
Log did his part. "Accidentally" within ear-shot of Skip at the mall, telling someone on his phone, that he and Lance were going to hang-out Friday night at the Ruhl house, and get wasted.
The Storm men, like their nemesis the week before, had no real plan on what to do with the jocks when they got there - much to their chagrin, they never got the chance.
Lance and Log sat in the living room. In positions, so the Coach and Skip could see they were certainly in the house alone, enjoying a can of beer.
Tee was hiding in the side of Dr. Rhul's office. Having left the other jocks alone, when his brother, Del, give the call, that the Storm men were on the move. Tee's older brother, by one year, had hung out in the park across the alpha's home. When the lights went out, he followed their car, at a distance, almost to the Rhul doorstep.
Lance and Log both looked up when they heard some loud cries, and a scuffle around the shrubs at the front of the house.
They remained totally still until they heard the doorbell ring. Log looked at Lance as he looked thru the peep-hole. Turning around with a smirk towards Log, he opened the door.
Del walked in carrying a slumped Skip over his shoulder, followed seconds later by Tee carrying Coach Storm in the same manner.
"Excuse me Sir, we found these intruders on your property." said Tee laughing.
"What the fuck? Did you kill them?" asked Log with genuine concern.
"Nah, nah," replied Del laughing, "they decided to fight back, and both accidentally fell on our fist."
"This big buck went down in one shot" smirked Tee as he squeezed the coach's meaty butt cheek.
"That's fuckin' perfect," said Lance as he motioned with his fingers to the ceiling, "let's take em' to my room before they come-to."
While his mom and dad had a large bedroom downstairs, Lance had an attic/loft all to himself. He led the three other jocks into the room, and pointed to one of the three unmade beds - this one near the middle of the room.
The two Storm men were still out-of-it as they were slung on their backs on the mattress.
"Strip their fuckin' clothes off. When they wake up, they going to find themselves in quite a predicament," snarled Lance as he grabbed some ropes from a closet.
With Lance's direction, the three other jocks got to work. His attention to detail made the other guys tease him that either he had done this before, OR he had planned it out before.
Though they had no need to worry, cause both men were in "sleepy-land" (like Del called it), they had decided to get Coach in position first. (Figuring that he would be harder to handle if he awoke.)
His arms were lifted and spread - bound to a pull up bar handing down from the ceiling over the bed. His upper body totally stretched out. Coach was in a kneeling position, with his feet hanging over the mattress. One foot bound to each small round bed-post, so tightly, that they were both totally immobile.
Skip was thrown on his belly. His legs spread wide, his hips lifted with his feet bound to the bed post as well. Unable to move, his body stretched out, arms over his head. His hands spread a bit, then secured to the bottom of the railed headboard.
With precision, they scooted Skip back in position, so his exposed asshole was inches away from his dad's flaccid pecker.
The jocks sat back looking at their handiwork.
"Boys, I think it's time to wake our intruders the-fuck up", said Tee as he went downstairs with Lance.
The two coming back with a fresh round of beers for all, and two glasses of ice cold water. Counting 1-2-3, Lance and Tee threw the water on the heads of the two bound alphas - waking them abruptly.
Both eyes opening slowly, then WIDE in terror!
"What the fuck is the meaning of this? Lance Ruhl, you fuckin' untie us right now, or I swear I - "
"You sick fuckers, let Dad and I go, you'll never get away with this, I'll call the cops so fast - "
"SHUT UP, BITCHES!", yelled Lance, "you two fuckers ain't scaring us with your puny little threats!"
"Yeah, what you gonna tell the cops, bitch?", smirked Log, "I was trespassing on this man's property when I got caught?"
"You might have to answer some serious questions when pics of what goes on in your house is discovered by the police," added Tee.
"YOU SET US UP. NOW RUHL, YOU FUCKIN' UNTIE SKIP AND I, RIGHT-THE-FUCK-NOW!"
Lance chuckled. They all watched as he picked up one of Skip's sneakers where they had threw socks in. Pulling them out, Lance went behind Coach's head and gagged him with Skip's socks.
Del helping him, by roughly holding onto the coach's head.
"That's better. Don't bother talking, cause we won't understand you anyway, bitch."
Skip meanwhile said nothing, but moved his head back and forth. Unable to really see what was going on behind him. But he WAS able to feel, that when his Dad struggled behind him, Coach Storm's limp dick was tapping on his exposed hole.
Del smirked as he looked at the two squirming alphas. Both unable to move, but straining anyway. His brother had told him about his escapade with the Storm men, but he didn't believe they could get off on that action, But seeing the naked alphas helpless, had him boning in his jeans.
Lance got up on the bed, besides the coach. Reaching out with both hands, he traced the nail of his middle fingers around and around one of the coach's nipples. Chuckling as he heard a moan around the sock-gag.
"Yeaaaaah, that gets you moaning don't it coach? Fuck. you such a tit-bitch coach. I ain't even touching your titty and you whimpering like each-and- every bitch, I have ever fucked."
Tee got behind the coach. Playfully pushing Lance's fingers away.
"Now you just get the fuck out of here, Lance. Only one set of fingers that Coach likes to feel around his boobies."
Tee pinched and rolled the sensitive pink tips. Coach bit his lips. Trying desperately to ignore the feelings around his pecs.
"OOOHHH FUCK! DAD, NO! DON'T GET YOUR DICK HARD. YOU FUCKERS, LET US GO!"
Skip could feel his dad's dick rubbing his vulnerable hole. Again both men straining, but unable to move a muscle.
Lance moved a hand to the Coach's stretched navel.
"Poor Skippy. Really your daddy not gonna have much of a choice, is he? Coach has no control at all."
Coach groaned in the gag as Lance tickled the shaved-smooth belly-button.
"Bro, you see Coach's big fuckin' feet down there?" asked Tee as he nodded his head, still playing with two hard tits, "get your fingernails on the soles and toes. Get this action going."
Del walked behind. Reaching both his hands out, he passed his nails up and down the soles of the coach's huge feet.
Coach Storm GROWLED in his sock-gag. Trying frantically to have his body stop reacting to the intense feelings, but his erogenous zones let him down. Soon his horny pecker got harder and HARDER.
"Skippy, looks like that daddy-dick wants to make a little visit to your pussy," said Log as he got on the bed on his knees, "let's say we help him out."
The red-headed jock started scraping his fingers on Skip's winking hole, AND the coach's piss-slit. Almost directing the hard dick towards the pink slit.
"OH MY GAAAAAWWDD! STOP! YOU FUCKERS! DAD, DON'T! AAAHH MAN! OOOOHH DADDY!"
The jocks laughed.
"Ooooohhh Daddy", said Log in a high mocking voice, "sounds like someones' getting excited. Del find something to shut the bitch up, like his Daddy."
Del's fingers left the coach's sensitive feet. He lifted Skip head by the hair, making him look up. The younger alpha watching as Del made sure he saw his dad's underwear being rolled up. Crotch-area pushed between his lips.
"Do NOT pull that out of your mouth."
Skip had bigger problems on his mind! His dad's huge prick, having no place else to go, was piercing past his clenching asslips. At least Skip was TRYING to clench them! Log was playing with the edge of his hole so much, that the pussy was almost asking for that dick. Clamping around the head as it opened around the mushroom cap.
Del returning behind the coach and scraping his finger nails on the huge feet, was the last surge that alpha cock needed. With a GROWL the only body part he had that could move, BARGED past Skip's protesting pucker.
Skip's moans of surprise and pain, turned quickly to groans of pleasure, when that dick kept tunnelling.
The jocks kept pulling, poking, tickling the Coach. Making his dick PULSE and leak in Skip's tight ass.
For Skip, it was embarrassingly maddening. He could hardly stomach the fact that his father's dick was taking his butt, but worse is, he wanted to push back on it! His sensitive hole twitching around the throbbing pecker.
When the jocks finally moved away, Coach Storm was left panting. Just as humiliated as his boy, but that hole was so fuckin' tight and warm around his meat. He groaned in disgust, at his enjoyment of his protege's captured bod.
Lance reached back and SLAPPED the coach's right butt cheek. The shock making him YELP in the gag, as his meat pissed out more pre into Skip's filled ass.
"Well, quite a pickle you and the boy got yourselves into tonight, Coach Storm. (SLAP! SLAP!) Who would've thought you end up tonight with your fat cock up Skip's pussy?"
"He's probably used-to taking that pussy. Both look like they enjoying themselves, like it's just another night at the Storm-house."
Log too came around and give healthy back-handed SLAPS to the coach's high bubble-buns.
"Shut up bitch! We all know how much you like your fat-ass spanked. Look how it's keeping your dick so hard in that pussy.'
"You know that pussy getting wet. Coach Storm here pisses that pre-cum out," snickered Tee as he reached under and grabbed the coach's huge nuts. Bouncing the aching full balls between his fingers.
Again the jocks moved away from the two alphas. Leaving Coach groaning, and Skip moaning.
Minutes later, after a few swigs of their beer, they returned to tease the coach's tied body. Making his prick, which had softened a bit, again get hard as a pipe, in Skip's tight hole.
Coach Storm looked down. It was now Del who had a finger-lock on his erect nipples. Definitely the rougher of the four jocks, he yanked the tit in different directions. Log, meanwhile was enoying himself finger-fucking the sensitive belly-button. Below, he saw his boy's big buns were right-up against his crotch. The coach's hard pecker filled to the balls in that ass.
Those huge round mounds were being SPANKED by Lance.
"Tighten your pussy around your daddy's cock, you ungrateful brat, " he said laughing as he slapped the muscled smooth butt.
Tee meanwhile was leaning in a position, so he could take the coach's huge toes in his mouth. Sucking and licking. Knowing he was adding to the coach's forbidden pleasure, as he felt the toes curling and stretching to get away from the soft wet tongue.
After what seemed like an eternity to the alphas, the jocks decided it was time for a change.
Coach was left in the same compromising position - but it was Skip that the jocks moved around.
Skip was powerless to stop the assault, as they roughly untied and turned his body - not for one second allowing the coach's pecker to escape the warmth of the muscled hole.
The younger alpha's legs were lifted and spread, ropes tying his feet to the bar that his father's hands were bound to. Skip's own hands were bound again to the rail of the headboard - once again, unable to move a muscle.
Log reached under, and pulled the coach's nuts up. Wrapping twine around them, he then tied them around Skip's smooth balls.
"I remember how you guys like your sac rubbing together, " he said as he rolled the bound nuts between his fingers.
"Holy! You think Skippy didn't like his dad's cock up his pussy? Look at his belly."
Tee pointed to the pre-soaked crotch-area of Skip's body. Scraping a finger in the exposed navel to get the young Alpha moaning.
Lance, who had moved to get refills of drinks, returned bare-ass naked. He grabbed Skip's head. Making him turn, as his other hand latched onto an erect pink tit.
"Push that gag out of your mouth, and wrap your lips around my cock. Don't even think of complaining - unless you ain't a fan of your right titty here. Cause I can pull and pinch and get you moaning like a whore until you take my cock.. there you go. Geez, that didn't take long. Stretch your lips around my big dick, bitch. Some tongue too! I want a little enthusiasm down there! Fuck yeah. Your daddy seems to be lovin' seeing you suck a cock, boy. His dick still hard-as-fuck in your pussy, ain't it?"
Del moved to the other side. Reaching into his jeans, he fished out his thick dick.
"Maybe Daddy like seeing a little chocolate going in his big-boy's mouth. Yeah slurp on that big black dick, fucker."
Back-and-forth, they made Skip move his head, so he was sucking one dick, then the other. At times taking picture of him, as he stuck his tongue out to lick both of their piss slits.
Coach Storm was indeed still with a massive boner - mostly due to Log and Tee rubbing, pulling, poking, and tickling his bound bod. Almost to the point that coach felt exhausted - well, except his cock. Still snug and hard in the tight jock-hole.
"That fucken' boy-bitch of yours, just having a ball, ain't he Coach?", Tee lowly growled in the older man's ear, "Log, what you say we get Skippy doing more of the work, to keep his daddy's prick hard?"
Skip could hardly hear what the two jocks were saying. His hair being grabbed back and forth - slurping noises as he was forced to swallow Lance or Del's hard peckers. But he certainly felt the torture at the other end. His sensitive toes were either engulfed with lips, or SCRAPED with fingernails. Even his Dad groaned, as Skip's hole grabbed-on to his shaft in reaction.
Both Storm men, MOANING - the jocks having forced them into a horrifying but disturbingly erotic situation. Yes, forced, but still SO turned on.
"Take both cocks in your mouth, bitch. C'mon fucker, your lips are hungry enough for them. Lick!"
"Lance, move over, bro! Gimme some of that!"
Skip soon had both black dicks trying to push in his mouth, as Tee took over for Lance.
Lance sidled over to Coach Storm's bound bod. SLAPPING the broad belly, before he roughly worked his finger in the inny-navel.
Coach Storm growled angrily. His prick again pissing pre in Skip's pink hole.
Lance, without removing his finger from the itchy navel, stood with his lips near the coach's ear. His hand on the coach's head, forcing him to look down.
"You so fuckin' turned on, you can't stand it Coach, can you? Your fuckin' pussy belly-button played with, and your ready to spit a load right into Skippy's cunt. Yeah, it's a tight jock-cunt, Coach. No drunken "I don't remember", or "set-ups", or "I was drunk". You just enjoying the snugness of that cunt around your horny prick, aren't you? The way you suckin' your son's socks and moaning, I would say you agree."
Log had left Skip's feet, to go play with the young alpha's meaty tits. Wetly slurping and sucking on one swollen nipple while FLICKING at the tip of the other.
"Man, I have had a lot of chicks work my dick, but none have ever been so enthusiastic as this big fucker. Tee, you ever seen anybody moan that much when they suckin' your dick?"
"Yeah. His daddy!", answered Tee getting a laugh from his the other jocks
Skip could do nothing but moan, as his body was teased. Those yelps muffled by thick black dicks taking turns filling his mouth. Only time able to take a breath, was when he was made to lick and poke his tongue in a piss-slit for pre. Log was sucking on his nipple so hard, it was both pleasuring AND hurting him, at the same time. Log had also began scratching a finger around his tied nut-sac. Churning the cum-load that was being built-up there.
The jocks again did a change with now Log getting a chance to get his dick worshipped.
"Tongue from my nuts to my dick-head, bitch. Now kiss it. Show that prick some love", he said as he rolled his dick on Skip's puckered lips.
The young alpha give out a muffled MOAN around that dick in his mouth, when he suddenly felt his Dad's thick cock being pulled from his horny hole.
Lance, Del and Tee untying coach's nuts, arms and feet, and yanking him back, so his cock was freed from the tight asslips. The jocks chuckled as they saw the coach's prick - all 9 inches, pulsing with excitement.
"Somebody is DEFINITELY enjoying himself!" said Lance laughing as he rubbed his bare foot up and down the shaft.
Coach Storm unable to move. Del and Tee each firmly grabbing his arms, as he was forced to his knees. Gasping thru Skip's socks in his mouth as Lance's toes teasingly played with his aching full nuts.
Again the jocks laughed as the coach GROWLED muffled protest in the socks, before simply moaning in lust, as his hard sweaty prick was scraped with Lance's teasing toes.
Del and Tee had forcefully pulled/held the coach's arms, and managed to tie his hands behind his back. Now holding him upright on his knees on the bed.
Coach's fat prick being S-L-O-W-L-Y stroked by Lance's toes, till the piss slit was no longer visible by the gooey pre oozing out. His view was of Skip being forced to stick his tongue out and lick at sweaty nuts being pushed in his mouth.
"Coach is likin' what he's looking at," Tee said laughing as he pulled the gag from around the alpha's lips, "Here bitch."
Lance purposely raked his toe-nails on the coach's swollen piss-slit. Resulting in a MOAN that opened the coach's mouth for the thick black dick to slip thru.
"Del, didn't I tell you earlier that Coach was a moaning slut for my cock? Yeah moan for it bitch. Look at you, slurping and suckin' so hard. You addicted to that big black dick. Your own fat cock hasn't lost an inch since you started eating, bitch. So don't say you ain't right where you wanna be!"
The sound of the moaning Storm men echoed in the room. While Coach was reacting from Tee, and now Lance either feeding him dick, or toe-teasing his pecker, Skip was groaning - trying to breath - as Log filled his mouth to the balls, over and over.
When the two alphas were finally BOTH given a chance to breath, expletives filled the room.
"YOU FUCKIN' PRICKS! LET US GO. SICK FUCKER! I'M GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF ALL FOUR OF YOU!"
The jocks answered by rough-housing the two alphas. Both now with their arms bound behind their backs. They were made to stand.
Lance grabbed both alpha dicks. Jacking them slow - fast - slow - fast. He smirked at the Storm men as they struggled in the grasp of the jocks, but both having raging hard-ons from Lance's fingers roughly playing with the shafts.
"Ruhl! Stop! Fucker! (MOAN)"
Lance replied with a chuckle, as he stroked the dicks to the breaking point, then stopped. Over and over again.
"Yeah, moan bitches. I love hearing that."
"Bring one of the bitches over here, I'll get him moaning, " said Log as he sat on the edge of a bed.
Lance rolling Skip's cock head between his fingers brought him over to the bed, and flung him over Log's knees.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"You been a very bad boy, Skippy. Time for your fat ass to pay-the-piper for you sneaking around. "
"Get Daddy over here Lance, "said Del as he sat on the bed a little ways besides Log.
Unable to move away with his arms bound, Coach Storm was he too, flung over a set of knees, big smooth ass in the air.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The coach's buns rippled with the force of Del's spanking.
"YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD! LET ME UP! OW! OW! SON-OF-A-! OW! FUCKER! STOP!"
"Shut up, bitch! Del grab his hair, lift his head up," said Tee as he grabbed both of Skip's feet, "open your fuckin' mouth."
Coach groaned. Humiliated as he was forced to do as he was told.
"Now wrap your fuckin' lips over BOTH big toes. And KEEP em there!"
Skip whimpered in reaction. His dad's tongue having no room, so force to lick the toes stuffed his mouth.
"Quit your whining big boy, I'll be RIGHT with you."
The other jocks laughed, as they watched Tee run to get a beer, then a chair, and then RUN back to set it near Skip's head was as he remained over Log's knees.
He raised a bare foot up.
"See that big toe, slut? Stick it in your mouth. Fuck, that didn't take long, hey fellas? Fuckin' big toe whore couldn't wait! Now the TWO of you, better be sucking. In fact, I want to HEAR it! If I DON'T hear that sucking, your big fannies are getting a spankin'."
The two alphas soon were eagerly slurping around the toes stuffed in their mouths. Feeling the sting of SLAPS which only stopped when the jocks could hear sucking.
Lance meanwhile passed the two "spankers" a beer, as he sat near them. He stretched out both of his bare feet, resting them on his ankles. That way he was able to S-C-R-A-P-E his toes on the dick-heads of the coach and his son. Adding to their dilemma, as both squealed trying to keep sucking.
Log roughly grabbed Skip's reddish butt cheeks, spread them wide.
"Ooooohhh look at that pretty pink gash. I though daddy's fat prick would have stretched that cunt like crazy, but those pussy lips look as tight as ever."
Skip's eyes rolled in reaction as he felt a hot breath blowing on his hole, seconds before a SLAP! SLAP! of both of his round buns got him back to reality. He moaned and babbled incoherently around the big black toe in his mouth - hole twitching when exposed. And his dad? Ohhhh man! His dad's tongue never stopping the lashing of his toes. Skip wanted to reach down and scratch at his raging boner - Lance's feet making that dong ITCH!
"Yeah big boy, totally in horny-pig heaven. Suck that toe, bitch. Yeah, that fat ass as pink as his pussy now, Log."
The coach meanwhile was groaning just as bad. At times Del would roughly grab his hair, making sure the alpha's lips stayed around Skip's toes. Other times Del give healthy hard SLAPS on the coach's high bubble-ass. And while Skip was feeling a hot breath on his pucker, Coach Storm was now feeling a finger roughly taking ownership of his tight hole.
"Holy smokes! That pussy hole just clamping around my finger. Arch your back a bit, bitch. Keep those big fuckin' toes in your mouth. Keep your lips RIGHT there. Yeah, hot finger-fuck gets some serious slurping, don't it Coach Storm?''
"His slit just pissin' pre, "smirked Lance as he scraped his toes on the swollen pee-hole, "he's as turned on as his big slutty fuck-boy, Skippy."
Coach Storm angry at himself for how turned on he was, and the jocks knew it. They revelled at his discomfort.
Like had occurred to the other guys before, Del was loving the feeling of sexual dominance over the two alphas. Fingering the coach like he had done so many women's pussies before. Loving the sounds of the submissive sucks and moans from the horny older stud.
Skip and Coach were totally in a daze when this round of abuse finally stopped.
Lance grabbed the coach's huge dick. Forcing him to follow to a round table in the room. With another jock's aid, the coach was forced on his back. His arms spread and bound above his head to the legs of the table.
Tee grabbed both of the coach's big legs. Spreading them wide, and back. Before Coach could even protest, his hole was feeling the intrusion of Tee's hard black prick.
"Open that pussy, bitch! Yeah, you fuckin' know you want it. Your cunt just LOVES getting stretched by my thick dick, don't it Coach. Quit whimpering, boy. Del, feed him some cock. Get the slut filled with black meat on both ends."
"OOHH FUCK! OOHH MY GOD! SO BIG! STOP, FUCKER! GET YOUR COCK OUT OF MY MMMMMMFFFFF"
Coach's pleas were smothered by Del's dick pushing past his open lips. The jock grabbing the coach's hair, forcing him to turn his head and suck.
Skip, meanwhile was made to stand. GROANING as Lance rolled his nipples between his fingers. Moaning even LOUDER when Log came up behind him - forcing his hard cock between those big round mounds. Pushing up, until his cock SPLIT the asspussy into submission.
"Yeah, my balls right up against your fat spanked ass, bitch. All of my cock in your tight pussy"
Lance grabbed Skip's raging boner. Making him follow - with the dick still up his ass - as he moved towards the table. Lance then pushed Skip's head towards his Dad's left foot.
"There you go bitch. Suck your daddy's big toe as you get fucked. Man, that is some happy sounding bitches, ain't it men? Sucking cocks, sucking toes, and getting fucked."
The Storm men, were indeed reacting LOUD from the pounding they were receiving. Coach slurping wildly around that dick stuffed in his mouth. His hole getting drilled, and now his big toe being roughly tongued by Skip, driving him crazy. The younger alpha unable to control his sucking, as Log was ramming his p-spot over and over with his hard pipe.
Skip didn't stop nursing on that toe, even when one of the jocks yelled "Switch!". Feeling a dick slide out of his fucked hole, only to be replaced by another. This time Del's rod working it's way in his ass.
"Fuck, yeah. I been missing out, boys! FUCK, what a tight pussy."
Lance agreed as he worked his meat in the coach's pink gash. Tee and Log meanwhile, took turns feeding their dicks in the older alpha's moaning lips.
"AAHHH MAN. PLEASE GUYS! AAAHH MY ASSHOLE! ST-ST-STOP! (SUCK! SUCK!) MAKE SKIP STOP SUCKING MY TOE. PLEASE. I CAN'T STAND IT! MMMMFFFF (SUCK! SUCK!)"
Skip could hear his Dad begging, but he knew it was useless. The jocks were so turned on, they were not gonna let up.
The younger alpha was then wrestled down, so he lay criss-crossed on top of his Dad. His arms were bound to the legs of the table like his Dad , his face/cheek on his dad's stomach.
Tee SLAPPED Skip's big buns.
"Get on your fuckin' tip-toes boy. It's my turn at that fat booty," said the rugged jock as he slid his sweaty black penis in the crack, "(SLAP! SLAP!) Fuck yourself on my cock. Back and forth. Fill your fuckin' pussy with my dick, bitch!"
Lance grabbed Skip's hair, making him lift his head off his Dad's stomach.
"Lookie-there, Skip! Your daddy's stretched belly-button, RIGHT at your lips. Now you stick your fuckin' tongue out, and get it REALLY deep in that hole. (HAHAHAHAHA) There you go! That gets your daddy squealin!"
"They both squealin'", laughed Log as he now rammed his meat in the coach's sensitive hole.
"I know the old coach here, is just squealin' for my cock, boys. Suck the head. Make love to that dick with your lips, bitch. Fuckin' cock-whore, Suck it!"
Del worked his hips. Just letting the mushroom cap of his penis pass the coach's lips. Ordering the pink tongue to worship the leaking black dong.
Skip felt a light SMACK on the back of his head, whenever he stopped slurping on his Dad's navel. He knew he was driving his sensitive dad crazy, but what choice did he have? His own buns aglow, as SLAPS make it jiggle each time he slowed down fuckin himself back, on the dick in his hole. He could hear his poor dad's muffled groans as the jocks pushed their dicks in his mouth.
Once? Twice? Coach and Skip lost count of the rotation, as each of the jocks took turns fuckin' their butts. The pricks so hard! Secretly begging for them to cum, so it could stop.
Tee was the first to wanna unload. His cock-head and big full balls taking turns getting sucked by the coach's mouth, was getting him close.
"Wait, wait!", said Lance, "Let's try to give em' all our loads at the same time!"
Untying and lifting the two alphas, the jocks pushed them onto the smallest bunk in the room. Coach and Skip on all 4s' on the hard mattress, side-by-side.
Both alphas MOANED as dicks again forced their way past their smooth buns. Lance's cock nestling DEEP in the coach's butt, while Del's thick black pecker penetrated Skip's horny pussy.
Log and Tee moved to the front.
"Give your seed to Skippy, Log, cause Coach's sweet lips is what I wanna feel around my dick."
Within seconds the Storm men had every hole filled.
"If any of you fuckers get close, you wait for the others!", said Lance laughing.
The jocks all in rhythm, started butt and mouth fucking. Skip and Coach half-moaning/half-groaning. Trying to breath thru those dicks stuffed in their mouth, yet reacting to the JABBING of their prostrates.
The jocks, as much as they tried to delay, could not hold off from the moaning lips around their dicks, and those tight pussy-holes SQUEEZING around shafts, each time dick-heads rubbed the p-spot.
In total unison, with GROWLS of pleasure the cocks erupted within seconds.
"OOOH MY GGAAWWD! SUCK IT! SUCK! TAKE ALL MY CUM, BITCH. KEEP IT IN YOUR MOUTH! SUCK!"
"TAKE THAT LOAD! (SLAP! SLAP!) YEAH, TAKE MY CREAM, FUCKER! FLOODING YOUR HOLE, BITCH!"
A minute later, Skip and Coach both fell to their stomachs, as dick left their holes. They caught their breath, until they heard an order from Lance to turn around.
"Looking at the two hard-ons sticking out, makes me think these bitches weren't intruders at all. Just horny big pussies looking for cock."
"Fuck you!"
Del reached out. Roughly pulling Skip's wet cock between his legs with one hand, he SPANKED the big round buns with the other.
"That ain't nice, boy. After you getting all the cock that you wanted, and you thank us with language like that? Shut up, bitch! Your dick so fuckin' hard from getting spanked, you couldn't be happier! Yeah, tell me you don't like it, so I can spank you some more!"
The other jocks laughed as Del had the big alpha YELPING with pain and lust.
Coach Storm meanwhile was grabbed by Log and Tee. Made to stand, his hands bound together, and attached to the beam over his head. His body stretched up - barely on his tip-toes.
"Please, you've had your fun! Just let us go. GROAN!"
Coach reacted as Tee had reached down to grab his dick, and was S-L-O-W-L-Y jacking it. The older alpha's cock painfully hard.
"There's no denying Coach, we ALL having fun here. Your big prick SO sensitive. Fat balls packed with SO much cum. Del, get Skip over here. On your knees, bitch. Yeah right there. Del hold his head right at his daddy's cock-head. Stick your fuckin' tongue out, bitch, or do you want another ass spankin'?"
"Now Tee, you know that ain't no threat", said Lance laughing, "big boy LOVES getting a spankin'!"
"True enough! Yeah, there you go. Stick your tongue right on your daddy's piss slit. Yeah, we all know how much you like the taste of your daddy's jizz, or do you wanna see some pictures to remind you?"
Coach was leaning from one foot to the other. The raspy tongue passing over and over his swollen piss-slit making him shiver with lust!
"Oh my God! Don't! Stop making Skip do that! Oooohhh fffuucckkk!"
The jocks all laughed.
"Stop? But look how much of your seed is oozing from your excited slit, Coach. I think Skip doing you a favour, releasing some of that pre packed in your nut-sac."
Tee roughly held the coach's dick in place, so he was unable to move it from Skip's teasing tongue.
Like before, the coach's sensitive navel was stretched out - a fact which wasn't lost on Lance.
He toyed with the inny hole. Passing a middle finger in and around the sensitive opening, as Coach grit his teeth with the sensation.
Skip moaned - unable to look up and see what was going on, but suddenly he had more pre to lap up, as his dad's piss-slit reacted.
Log grabbed Skip's hair making him pull back.
"Fuck, yeah! That cock is as hard as a pipe. Just throbbing. Stick you fuckin' tongue back out and lick it. Yeah worship your daddy's cock. Now kiss it. Big slurpy kisses. Now back to the head. Lick up that pre you made ooze out."
Humiliated, Skip did as ordered. His tongue and lips all over that fat cock - not that he had a choice, as Log held his head firmly in place.
The jocks continued to make the Storm men, as uncomfortable as possible!
They roughly made Skip stand.
"Stick your fuckin' tongue out, and give Daddy a taste of his cock-snot. Coach Storm, I think you know better then to not open your mouth, and swallow that tongue. Yeah, there you go. Yeah some titty-play now, to get big Skippy moaning here, so his tongue gets DEEP in your mouth.'
Skip was so ashamed at what he was being forced to do, but his nipples being pulled and pinched was turning him on so MUCH. The jocks were totally correct as his tongue wriggled frantically in his dad's sucking mouth.
When separated, the Storm men were again the butt of jokes, pointing and laughing as both of their dicks were bouncin'.
The jocks had spread the alphas for just a sec - long enough to bind Skip's hands right next to his Dad's. They adjusted the ropes, so the two were literally face-to-face, so much-so, that Coach Storm had to move his head a bit, so he and Skip were not once again lip-locked.
But the jocks would have none-of-that. Threatened to have their "head tied together", Coach and Skip were again ordered to make out "like whores".
The alphas were soon also MOANING like whores, as their wet pussy-holes were both once-again filled with throbbing black rods. Del and Tee glistening dicks, ready for another ride of the alphas' big buns.
"Man, pussyhole is so hungry for my cock, ain't it Coach?", asked Tee as he worked his hips, sending his dick balls-deep.
Del and Tee held on to the beam, giving them leverage, as they pumped their cocks up the pink holes.
The alphas moaned in each other's mouth. Their own dicks slimy with each other pre, as their slits seeped with each jab of their p-spots. A healthy SLAP of their butts when a smirk and a shout of "Switch" was heard, and now another hard dick was pushing up their holes.
Luckily for Skip and Coach Storm, this second ass-pounding did not last as long as the first. Was only one or two rotations before one load of cum and then another was fired up their ass.
Lance SMACKED both sets of big buns HARD.
"Keep your pussies tight! No fuckin' leaking any of that cream on my floor, bitches!"
Skip and Coach groaned. Thru all the fucking, they had not been able to unload their own cream - so more cum was now packed in their sore balls.
When the two were untied from the beam, their dicks were again exposed to the jocks - throbbing slimy pre-stained peckers.
"We're leaving," said Coach Storm defiantly as he rubbed his sore wrist and looked for his clothes.
"Not so fuckin' fast bitch", answered Tee as he wrestled Coach to the ground, sitting on Coach's spanked ass.
Tee pulled both of the coach's arm back. Holding him in place, as he put his bare foot on the older alpha's head.
Coach GROWLED as his body was stretched out. Unable to move. Unable to see what the jocks were all laughing about. Suddenly Skip was pushed in the same position, but facing Coach. Log's big foot holding Skip's head, while the young alpha's arms were stretched out.
"Ooohh hot seat!", laughed Log as he rolled his ass on Skip's spanked butt.
The Storm men then saw what the jocks had found so funny earlier! Lance came into their view holding a double-headed vibrator!
Skip and then Coach Storm, forced to take the heads between their lips. Lance one at a time jabbing at the lips, until they opened and swallowed some of the dildo.
"There we go, was that so hard? Now suck! Yeah, Skip show your dad how to do it. Your daddy not so enthused, is he? You better hope daddy GETS enthused, cause that cock-head he is so poorly sucking? That's going in your pussy, and your daddy's spit is the only lube you getting, Yeah, moan like the sluts you are, boys. That vibrator is no bigger then our pricks, I know you disappointed."
"They loving those dildos NOW, ain't they?"
"Fuckin' right Log, they both hungry, ain't you boys?"
Lance jokingly ruffled the alpha's hair as he watched them slurp. Both Storm men trying to do the other a favour - get the dildo lubed for the other - slurping wetly on the dildo head being held in their mouths.
The vibrator was suddenly pulled from their mouths. Skip was moved around, so he and his Dad were butt-to-butt. Both men GROWLED as within seconds, their asslips were being spread open by the mushroom head of the dildos.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Back you big fuckin' asses back. C'mon! Our cocks were bigger then this dildo, so you should have no problems taking it! Work your pussies back tll you rubbin' your buns together!"
When that was done to Lance's satisfaction, he reached over and switch the vibrator to "On". This was a shock to both alphas, who had assumed the plastic cock was just a dildo.
"OOOHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK!! "OOOHH GGGAAWWWDD! MY ASSHOLLLE!"
The Storm men were moaning non-stop, as their horny pussies were given a ride. They felt SPANKS on their smooth butts whenever they tried to move their touching butts away, to stop the wild itching they felt in their filled holes.
"Lance , I think the big boys are gonna shoot all over your floor, bud!", said Log laughing.
"No, I think we good there, " replied Tee with a laugh.
He moved his chair. so he could reach both of his big bare feet and take the heads of both leaking pricks between his toes. Slowly jacking them. The other jocks soon joined him. As Skip and the coach remained on all 4s', jock feet were soon teasing their bodies. Different toes were pushed in their mouths; were poking at their navels; scraping at their erect nipples.
Tee was stretched out, hands behind his back, his toes working the swollen piss-slits of both whimpering men.
Both Coach Storm and his son, could simply not take the teasing/torture any more. Their orgasms unleashing with a fury, as their holes gripped TIGHTLY around the vibrator, and their p-spot blasted hot cum from their aching nuts.
"Oooohh yeah, there you go, you big toe-sluts. Come all over my feet!". chuckled Tee as he worked his toes roughly on the swollen shooting piss slits.
The Storm men humiliation continuing, with the dildos still lodged in their holes, Tee switched to the other side of the men, so he could force the alpha to suck one another's cum off his dripping toes.
"Stick you fuckin' tongue out, Coach! Long fuckin' licks of my soles, right up to my big toes. Lick all of Skippy's cream. You too bitch-boy. Suck and lick your daddy's hot seed."
Lance and Log making sure the alpha's obeyed, as they sat on the men's backs holding their faces in place, so Tee's huge feet could be licked clean.
When done to their satisfaction, the jocks grabbed the Storm men. Literally throwing the naked men out onto the front lawn with their clothes.
"Come again!", laughed Lance as he slammed the door to the Ruhl home.