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  • We meet master joe schmitt

    • Joe Schmitt is a man among men. He's 6 feet, 5 inches, heavy muscled, hairy chest, hairy belly, hairy butt crack, thick 9 inch uncut fuckpole, buzz cut, blue eyes, big hands, thick neck, growlin voice, tatts on his arms, shoulders, back, butt. Permanent metal cockring, engraved with "I use U". He fuckin wears his biker cop boots to bed. Also wears dirty jockstrap at all times. The 5 cadets in the house wear the same biker boots, n a body harness with straps over the shoulders, around the waist, n down to each boy's cockring. The harness is adjusted so that it pulls the cockring up, liftin' the boy's dick, so that the dick arches out from the body. This makes the boys look like they have permanent boners.

    Mr. Schmitt met us at the door. He kissed Pa n Mr. Casey aggressively with his tongue. He kneed me in the ballz, so that I feel to my knees. Just inside the door I had to strip, n was fitted right then for my harness. In the middle of the room the men in training were kneeling. I could see Jim. He had welts across his chest n belly. His head was hung, his cock rock hard. Pa n Mr. Casey now jocked up like Mr. Schmitt were taken to meet the boys. As each lad was introed, he closed his mouth over the jocked cockknob of Pa or Mr. C. Jim took his Pa's knob in his mouth with no sign of recognition that this was his Daddy. Mr. C muttered "fuckface dog" at his son. I saw a tear roll down Jim's face. When Jim greeted my Pa, Pa kicked him in the ballz.

    For my intro to the guys, I was on my knees, close enuff so's our dicks touched, an' I deep kissed each guy. They all had hungry open mouths, n moaned when our tongues touched. When Jim kissed me he said loudly, "I fuckin love you Paul, I need you to breed me." The other guys sniggered, Mr. Schmitt smacked Jim across the face hard. Mr. C took his fuck tool from his jock, n said "I'm ashamed I fuckin made you, you fuckin piece of shit". He shoved his meat down his son's throat. Jim gagged, but reached up, grasped his Dad by his butt cheeks, n pulled him so that his Dad's hardon was buried in his throat, n his Dad's nutz rested on his chin. Jim looked at me with sad eyes. I spit in his face. Mr. Schmitt smiled down at me, tousled my hair, "Laddie boy, I fuckin think yer gonna fit in here just fine".

    My Dad took Mr. Schmitt's jock pouch in his hand, "Sir, my boy Paul, n this garbage blowin his Daddy, were best budz. I'd like to see my boy hurt Jim in a way that only a buddy can do."

    Mr. Schmitt put his arm round Pa's shoulder, Pa nuzzled Mr. Schmitts sweaty armpit, Pa licked it. "Yer boy gotta be broken just like these other scumsuckers, but for this weekend only, you, yer boy, n Casey here, can use Jim in any way that gets you juicin'. I'll have one of the other lads give me head while I watch."

    Mr. Casey was now ram fuckin his son's face. Jim was able to open & relax his throat so that his Daddy could deep fuck it as rough as he liked. "Your nothin' but a cheap fuckin whore, boy, a cocksuckin faggot. Yer mouth is a public fuckhole, yer belly is fer men to dump scum n piss in. Yer a degenerate pig, an yer gonna be punished fer it." Mr. Casey pulled his boy off his hard ramrod, looked directly into Jim's pleadin eyes, "you've lost yer Daddy's love Son, I have only contempt for ya now lad. You're a cock hungry animal, boy. N I know a couple biker bars where I can set you up in the toilet. All you need is two fuckin glory holes, one fer ya mouth, one fer yer butt. Any sexed up biker stud who wants can use either screw hole. N after ya drain a man's ballz, ya let him empty his piss into ya. Son, I fuckin hate you. My only real pleasure will be to hurt you." Jim began to sob. His whole body shook, as the tears rolled down his cheeks. His Dad jammed his man meat back into Jim's throat. Jim felt his Pa's cock flex in his gullet. Jim felt he could die from the intense love he had for his Dad. He loved n respected n admired his Dad with his body n soul. He would do anything for his Daddy. While his Dad abused him, Jim unloaded his man juice on his Dad's boots. Mr. Casey yanked his cock out from Jim's throat, n blasted his fuckin scum wad juice over Jim's open face. "At least yer good fer something Son. Let that spooge dry on yer face so when me budz use you, they can smell who you belong to." Both Father n Son remained hard after bustin full out sperm loads. The two men's manhood bobbed up n down when they moved. The cadets in training tried to move into a position to get a smell of the dumped fuckscum.

    Jim looked up at his Dad, "Daddy Sir, I'm still leakin fuckin scum. It don't stop Sir. Please Daddy Sir, use me some more. My ballz ache for your fuckin abuse."

    Mr. Schmitt had fired up a big ole ceegar. He pushed up behind Mr. Casey so his jocked hardon was pressed in Casey's sweatin butt crack. He reached round n took hold of Casey's drippin crank with one hand, n put his cigar into Casey's mouth with the other. Casey felt special that Schmitt was sharing his smoke, n extra special that Schmitt's spit was slopped all over it. "Share it with yer cocksuckin Son, Pal, he fuckin needs it.", Schmitt drooled into Casey's ear.

    "Stand Son", Casey ordered. Jim n his Pa stood face to face, rods toachin. Jim's Daddy had an extra long foreskin, so he slid it over Jim's dick knob, dockin his Son to him. Mr. Casey Daddy n Son shared that cigar. Casey puffed it, then mouth fed it to his Son. The 2 men slobbered into each others gobs for hours, their swollen cock knobs swimming in man sperm inside Casey's dickskin.


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