This series contains intense age play and Daddy/little dynamics with adult diaper use, breastfeeding/nursing scenes, and dubious consent due to extreme regression. It features a strong power imbalance, forced dependence, and elements that may read as humiliation or manipulation within the kink context. Intended only for adults 18+ comfortable with these specific themes—skip if any part sounds triggering or unwanted.

Eric gave me Toby for my birthday: paid, pretty, and perfectly bratty. He dropped his bowl, earned a stinging wooden spoon until his ass glowed red, then nursed at my chest while I jerked him to a trembling finish.

When he snuffled under my belly, sucking like a starving piglet, I was hooked.

Toby slipped into little space like he belonged there—craving the highchair, the diaper, the rules, the filthy safety of my lap.

Eric and I want him to stay. Not for pay. For real.

Come home to us, Toby.

Daddy’s waiting.

In the last installment of Wedding Gift

In the first installment of Wedding Gift

Boy was a bit squirmy in the highchair as he reached out with grasping hands for what was on my plate. I ignored him, busy taking some meat from the meatloaf and ribs, and cutting it up into small bites. I added a few potatoes from the potato salad as well for variety.

“Now, be careful with this, Boy.” I set his plastic bowl in front of him, and his fingers were straight into it. He was messy, but he managed to get most of the food into his mouth.

With only a few morsels left, he clung to the bowl and looked at me. Then the little bugger lifted the bowl from his highchair tray and dropped it straight onto the floor.

It landed with a clatter and spilled its contents.

I grabbed his wrist and smacked his hand. “No. Good boys don’t do that.” I turned away from him as he whimpered and started crying. I wanted to finish my dinner before punishing him.

He was throwing a fit by the time I finished eating, twisting and turning, and pounding on the tray as he tried to wiggle his way out of the highchair.

I cleared my plate and put it in the dishwasher, then went to deal with him. I removed the tray and unlatched the belts holding him in place, and he slid right out onto the floor.

He immediately regressed further, crawling his way from the kitchen into the living room. I followed him because that’s where I wanted him next.

“You were a very bad boy.” I sat on the sofa and beckoned to him. “Come here.”

Boy shook his head.

My facial muscles and jaw tensed, and my ears burned. He was walking a fine line. “Come here right now, or the spanking is going to be so much worse.”

Boy sighed, then crawled toward me. He managed to get himself to his feet by hanging on to the front of the sofa. It intrigued me that he was fully embracing all aspects of little life.

Perhaps it was something he needed in his adult life.

“Onesie and diaper off, and lie across my lap.”

Boy did what he was told—slowly. His bare ass was soon in the air above the narrow surface of my knees, his head and legs hanging off either side of me. I knew this position would make the blood pool in his head and make him dizzy.

It was all part of the discomfort.

“Eric, darling, I forgot to bring a wooden spoon with me.”

Boy’s muscles tightened. If he thought he was going to get away with a spanking from my hand, he had another thing coming. I didn’t mess around when it came to discipline.

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Eric entered the living room and handed me the spoon I’d been after. “Here you go.” My husband tipped his head and smiled. “Mind if I watch?”

“Absolutely not. Take a seat.”

Boy used his toes, which were touching the carpet, to hoist himself higher. I ran the palm of my hand over his ass cheeks, then my finger down his crease.

He trembled at my touch.

I started with some light tapping with the flat of the spoon, readying him for what was about to happen. My first full strike made him squeak and jump, and struggle to get away.

I held him firmly in place.

“You start squirming, and this will go on for longer.”

Boy relaxed. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good boy.”

I looked over at Eric. He had his hand down his pants, primed to stroke himself as I lay down red splotches on Boy’s ass.

My husband loved to see me as a Daddy.

I didn’t hold back. One spank after another, back and forth, from cheek to cheek, in the same place for maximum pain. Boy was on the verge of blistering when I eased up.

His ass was a glorious shade of apple red.

Eric had cum all over his hand. He liked watching pain inflicted. Craved it more than I was comfortable with. He stood to leave the room and wash up.

“Can you bring me the wound balm out of the cupboard in the bathroom, Eric?” I rested my hand on Boy’s ass, and he hissed but remained bent over my knee.

Once I had the balm, and Eric left to do his own thing in the kitchen … the man was always baking for me, I spread the creamy paste delicately over the crimson areas, being careful as I rubbed it into his skin. When I was finished, I directed Boy to climb off my lap. He did and ended up on the sofa beside me, clutching my arm with the remnant of sweet tears in his eyes.

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I looked at him sternly. “Will you ever throw your bowl on the floor again?”

Boy shook his head, like he was a dog trying to dispel water from his fur; fast and aggressive. He’d learned his lesson. “No, Daddy … I promise.”

“Good boy.” I stroked his hair, undid my shirt, and encouraged Boy into my arms. He immediately latched on to my nipple. It was getting a bit sore from all the attention.

The more the better. I was a nipple torture fanatic.

As he nursed, I brushed my hand from his chest to his abs. His skin was so soft and warm. I wandered lower and grasped his cock. He only stopped sucking for a second, then restarted.

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This series contains intense age play and Daddy/little dynamics with adult diaper use, breastfeeding/nursing scenes, and dubious consent due to extreme regression. It features a strong power imbalance, forced dependence, and elements that may read as humiliation or manipulation within the kink context. Intended only for adults 18+ comfortable with these specific themes—skip if any part sounds triggering or unwanted.

Andy has been counting the days since that night—since wedding vows, forbidden hunger, and a beautiful young man wrapped up in a bow.

It’s been years since he’s had someone around who made him feel this restless, this hungry, this alive. Especially someone who looks at him the way Boy does—like he’s already halfway to surrender.

He’s planned their playdate carefully, ready with a nursery, crib, change table, baby bottles, diapers, and everything he needs to care for Boy.

It’ll be so sweet to cuddle and nurse him. But underneath the innocence of playtime is delicious, aching anticipation. Andy knows exactly what he wants: to see that composure crack, to feel that tension coil tighter and tighter, to take Boy right to the edge and keep him there.

This time, it isn’t just about one stolen night. It’s about possession. It’s about being a good Daddy. About discovering just how far Boy can be pushed before he begs for more—and how much Andy will enjoy being the one who decides when he’s finally allowed to have it.

My birthday didn’t arrive soon enough. I couldn’t stop thinking about Boy. Every soft bit of his skin, every scent of perspiration in all his delicate creases. We had enjoyed him once more on our wedding night, pinning him down and fucking him until he was a puddle beneath us. The following morning, Boy curled up beside me and nursed from me.

It seemed to bring him peace.

He’d fallen back to sleep, his perfect mouth with crimson lips open as he snored sweetly. We encouraged him to have a shower before he left us, but he insisted on wearing our smell.

Now, my birthday had arrived, and Boy was due to arrive in less than thirty minutes. We had an entire afternoon and evening planned. Eric had arranged the playdate with Boy and ensured he was on board with how I wanted the day to unfold. I had all the supplies I needed.

Some I already had, and some I had to order online and pay extra for rapid shipping. It had been years since I had a little, and most of what I needed had been abandoned over the last few moves.

Eric and I had only talked theoretically about having a little in the house now that we were a couple. I smiled. A married couple. And my husband would find joy in anything I desired.

I set the hoagie sandwich I was working on down and took the baby bottles and plastic rings out of the dishwasher. It was important for everything to be super clean.

Boy wouldn’t get a nasty tummy bug on my watch.

I set the kettle to boil and measured out powdered baby formula into each bottle. I would only make one bottle for now and let it cool down a bit. I wanted to get Boy dressed in a cute onesie outfit as soon as he got here, before I took him into my arms to hold and feed him.

My happy nerves perked up when the doorbell rang. Boy was early. He must be as excited as me to start playing together. I poured the hot water into the bottle and went off into the second bedroom while Eric answered the door.

I may have gone overboard, but my husband had handed me his credit card and told me to go wild. If it didn’t work out with Boy, we would find another little one who suited us.

I looked around the room, which I had transformed into a nursery. Adult-sized cribs and change tables were easier to acquire than one might think. I had organized everything I might need to keep Boy happy and clean.

I was a responsible Daddy.

Inside the crib, there was a blanket covered in little pink and grey elephants, a few stuffed animals to match, and a mobile with colorful balloons for Boy to look at as he fell asleep.

The change table had a shelf for diapers, baby wipes, and talcum powder to keep him fresh. Most of the toys I had bought for him were on the cute, soft carpet in the center of the room. There were stuffed animals, some blocks, baby books, a wooden train, and a big piece puzzle.

We could work on that together if he found it too difficult to do on his own.

I turned around when a soft, mumbling voice behind me said, “Hi, Daddy.”

And there he was—absolute perfection.

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His dark curls really were like a halo over his beautiful face, and brown doe eyes with thick lashes peering up at me.

I hated to do it, but I needed to scold him already. It was adorable, but Daddy didn’t allow his littles to suck their thumb. It wasn’t good for their developing teeth if kept up long-term.

“I’m only going to tell you once.” I took his hand and pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Good boys don’t suck their thumbs.” I lifted a dummy off the dresser, led him into the room, and handed it to him. Like a very good boy, he popped it in his mouth and started sucking.

I’d feed him soon to soothe that need to suck. He must be teething.

“Let’s get you changed.” I opened the closet. Inside was a box for his life outside this house. “Get undressed and put everything in here, close the lid, and shove it to the back of the closet.”

Boy obeyed, his dummy staying in his mouth. He was soon standing naked in the middle of the room. He was exquisite to behold. Smooth and hairless, tanned skin. Perfect pink nipples and a penis far too generous for his lithe body. I patted the changing table.

I had placed a stepstool with butterflies painted on it so Boy could climb up. He was awkward for his first time scrambling up, but he would get better. He lay out flat and cupped his face with one hand and gazed at me like I was the most special Daddy in the world.

I started with the diaper, having him lift his little butt so I could place it under him. Next was the talcum powder. I dusted some on him then smoothed it around with my hand, ensuring his penis and his innocent hole were protected from the damp that would come from using the diaper.

Eric had discussed this with him, and Boy was perfectly happy to fully embrace little life for the day. I trembled at the thought. There would be some fat, wet diapers to change.

I secured the tabs in place and went over to the closet. I kept an eye on Boy to make sure he didn’t fall off the change table. I picked out a fuzzy onesie with feet, covered in little cows. It would keep him warm. He didn’t struggle as I wrangled his body into it.

Once I had him jump down off the change table, he sat cross-legged on the carpet and lifted a stuffed animal to his face. He smiled around his dummy as he sniffed the furry orca.

I smiled at him. “What are you doing, silly boy?”

He held it straight out toward me and slurred around his dummy. “Daddy.”

“No, that’s not Daddy, that’s an orca.”

Boy dropped his dummy from his mouth onto the carpet and pouted at me. He lifted both arms like he wanted to be lifted. “Daddy.”

“Is my baby boy hungry? Is that what it is?”

He gave me the most brilliant smile and nodded.

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“Then let’s go.” I reached for his hand and helped him to his feet. He kept a firm grip on my hand as I took him into the living room and lifted him onto the sofa.

I rushed into the kitchen.

“How’s it going?” Eric placed his hand on my shoulder.

“He’s perfect. Such a good boy. I had to scold him about sucking his thumb, but he didn’t squirm while I was putting on his diaper.” I chuckled. “He called his orca daddy.”

Eric laughed. “Well, you are kinda shaped like one.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” I rubbed my immense belly. “I work hard on this.”

“And you are the sexiest man alive for doing it.”

I hummed and turned to the counter. The bottle I had filled with hot water earlier felt the correct temperature. I put the nipple on and screwed the plastic ring in place. To be sure, I shook the bottle to dispense some formula onto my wrist. It was ideal. Not too hot or too cool.

Boy was sitting quietly on the large recliner in the corner of the room, looking like he was excited to see me, like I’d been away forever.

He must’ve figured out the comfy chair was where I would feed him. He jumped off to let me sit, then climbed into my lap. He had to fit his body around my gut, but managed; his tummy on mine, legs dangling over the arm of the chair. His head in the crook of my arm.

“There you go.” Boy cuddled in against me and took straight to the bottle when I offered it to him. He bunched his little fists up as he fed, looking right up at me with adoring eyes. After a few minutes, his sucking slowed, and he closed his eyes. I pinched his elbow to wake him up. Good boys finished their entire bottle. His jaw went back into action until the bottle was empty.

I set it on the coffee table beside me, and Boy got squirmy. He felt along my shirt with his sweet fingers, found my nipple through the fabric, and grabbed it.

“Are you still hungry, Boy?”

He nuzzled my shoulder as if he could burrow his way inside my shirt that way. Keeping him cradled in one arm, I undid my shirt with the other. As soon as my nipple was in sight, Boy was straight on it, suckling. I loved that it soothed him. Before long, he was asleep.

“Big day for Boy,” Eric said as he walked into the living room and saw us together.

“Tuckered him right out.” I swept some of the curls away from his eyes. “He’s so precious.”

“Everything you imagined?”

“So far.”

I unsnapped the top of his sleeper and unzipped it all the way past his diaper. It was puffier than when I had put it on. I looked up at Eric. “He’s done a little tinkle.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” As Eric left the room, I swept my hand down Boy’s body, chest to abs. He was warm and delicious. I edged my fingers past the band of his diaper until I reached dampness.

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This series contains intense age play and Daddy/little dynamics with adult diaper use, breastfeeding/nursing scenes, and dubious consent due to extreme regression. It features a strong power imbalance, forced dependence, and elements that may read as humiliation or manipulation within the kink context. Intended only for adults 18+ comfortable with these specific themes—skip if any part sounds triggering or unwanted.

On the night they finally become husbands, Andy expects champagne, quiet laughter, and a long, slow collapse into bed.

Instead, Eric has planned a far more wicked surprise—one that turns their wedding suite into a playground of nerves, desire, and daring trust.

When Andy finds a beautiful stranger dressed as a present on the bed, Andy’s pulse races, and his new marriage begins not with sleep, but with temptation, heat, and a gift meant to be unwrapped together.

As silk sheets, soft light, and hungry glances set the mood, the three men discover that some vows are sealed with promises… and others with pleasure.

The wedding was everything we had hoped for. All our family and friends, except my dad, were in attendance. My dad had chosen to stick his head in the sand instead. Hoping that when he emerged, I would no longer be gay. That I would acknowledge the error of my ways.

No chance.

My husband, Eric, was my dream partner. And for some reason, I was his. Eric and I fit together in every way. We balanced each other out. Where Eric was stoic, reserved, and quiet, I was gregarious and outspoken. He loved that about me. Even when it got me in trouble.

Recently, he had shown his unconditional love for me through a roller coaster of new emotions. My world had fallen apart. I burned out, big time. There were days when my anxiety crippled me, and I spent the entire day weeping and rocking to soothe myself.

I recently quit my job when I started having regular panic attacks at work. Turns out my extroverted personality was a form of masking, and I was soon diagnosed with being on the neurodivergent spectrum. Threw me for a loop; my entire identity was dragged into question.

Eric didn’t skip a beat. And that’s when I realized how deep my love for him was. He gave me room to heal and work through everything I’d always believed about myself. I was still talkative in spaces where I felt comfortable. Eric and I had many deep conversations, and he urged me to take time away from work to explore my passions and fill some cracks I had developed after 15 years in the service industry. In therapy, I explored what had essentially been trauma.

No one should have customers screaming at them, threatening to come back the next day and kill them, because I had thrown them out for being too drunk. Or chasing them up stairs to catch and throttle them. Thank God for bouncers. I always remained calm during those experiences and brushed them off—on the outside. Inside, I’d been terrified, my inner early man screaming at me to run and never come back. 15 years of that. No wonder I’d eventually become unhinged.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Eric put his arm around me as we rode the elevator to the fancy hotel room that he had surprised me with. I would’ve been happy to head home and save money. Now that I wasn’t working and on the pittance of social assistance, Eric was paying for most everything.

“Immersing myself in the joy this day has brought me.” Not a lie. That was floating around in my mind in tandem with how much I appreciated Eric sticking with me.

Eric kissed the side of my head and tugged me closer to him.

“I love you.”

I snuggled against him. “Love you, too.”

The elevator doors opened on our floor. Eric took my hand, and we walked down to the end of the hallway. He produced a keycard and tapped it against the reader on our door.

“I have one more surprise for you.”

“Not sure how you can top a night in this hotel.”

“Trust me, I’ve excelled.” He opened the door and ushered me inside. I stopped in the middle of the room, staring at the king-sized bed, mouth agape.

Stretched out on the bed, his head on the pillow, totally nude, other than a big red bow, and handcuffed to the headboard was a beautiful young man. And fuck if his cock wasn’t rock hard.

Now, I knew why Eric’s best man had taken off and stayed away for almost half an hour. He was stringing up what I’m assuming was my wedding gift from my husband.

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I turned and looked at Eric. “For me?” I needed to be sure.

“For both of us. Make the first night of our honeymoon memorable.”

This was so unlike him. My husband sometimes bordered on uptight. Hiring a rent boy was beyond what I would ever have expected from him. I turned my attention back to the young man. To his caramel-colored middle was a wide red ribbon, tied in a neat bow above his dick.

That made me smile. Eric had asked for him to be wrapped up like a new car. I approached the bed, and the young man licked his lips as he watched me drink him in. He had dark, curly hair that formed a halo around his angelic face, dark, thick lashes, blue eyes, and plump, crimson lips.

I estimated he was in his mid-twenties. Thirty years my junior.

A wave of need flowed through my veins.

He was everything I had fantasized about and shared with my husband. We were both big, burly guys, rotund and hairy. Me more so. The man lying before me was the opposite.

I started at his tanned foot, caressing its coolness, then circled his ankle and pulled on his leg. The twink groaned and thrust his hips up. Perfection. I brushed my fingers up from his shin to his thigh. The tiny hairs on his skin stood to attention, and his cock bobbed above his soft abs.

“What do we call you?” I asked him.

He smiled at me. “What would you like to call me?”

I hummed deep in my throat. Touching his willowy body was doing all sorts of glorious things to my insides. “I’m partial to Boy.”

“Then that’s who I am.”

I exhaled a long breath and looked over my shoulder at Eric. “Thank you.”

“I wanted tonight to be special.”

I walked toward him and draped my arms around his neck. “Tonight is already special. I married my soul mate today. My husband for life.” I peered back over at Boy. “But he is definitely desirable frosting on the best day of my life.” I came back to Eric’s loving gaze.

“I like to think I know my man.” Eric smirked at me. “Now, open your gift.”

“Mm.” I released Eric and went to the side of the bed. Boy squirmed as I took his dick into my fist to judge its girth. He was well endowed for someone of his slight build.

I abandoned it, making Boy whine.

“Patience.” I walked over to the closet by the entry door, removed my suit jacket and pants, and hung them up. My shirt was next. Boy gave me an appreciative look as I returned to him.

My white underwear was tented in the extreme.

Eric sat in a chair at the far end of the bed. I wanted him to stay there—and watch while I fucked a stranger. To appreciate my virility in using a young man until he was wrung out.

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Despite my robust size.

I started with the bow, slowly pulling on its tail until it released. I hummed as I flung the bow and ribbon onto the floor without taking my attention off my gift.

His cock had a bead of precum on the tip. I supported myself on the mattress with one hand, jacked his dick with my other. Too delicious to pass up by rushing, I licked his slit.

Boy rolled his hips up.

“Ung … Daddy … yes.”

His calling me Daddy caused a tickle of lust to run down my spine, and my cock throbbed. My husband had picked out the perfect object for my fantasy fuck.

I encased his dick with my mouth, put my lips around the base, and my tongue along his glorious length, and sucked him root to tip. That’s all he was getting from him.

I wanted him to suffer in his lust for more from me.

“Daddy, more, please,” he begged.

“Good boys know when to keep their mouths shut.”

Boy whimpered and nodded his head.

“Only when I tell you can you speak.”

He nodded his head again in silence but struggled against his restraints. He needed to be reminded that he was at my mercy. I stripped off my underwear and pumped my hard dick.

Straddling him and working my way to his head, I needed to be careful not to bruise him with my chunky knees. I gripped the headboard with one hand as I tapped my cock on his chin.

Boy stuck his tongue out, giving me the surface I needed to excite my dick. I wanted him to know I was in control. I sat my fat, thick ass on his chest, inhibiting his breathing.

I growled as he gasped for air and looked up at me with wild, hungry eyes.

Not able to resist any longer, I rose on my knees and fed him my thick dick. I had to lean forward to fill his mouth until my rotund belly rested on the bridge of his nose.

He squirmed but didn’t object, instead making sounds of enjoyment. I eased off to let him breathe, then thrust my cock into his mouth again—and again. I set a steady rhythm so he wouldn’t panic from being repeatedly smothered. He sucked in a breath through his nose noisily each time I withdrew. I wished I could see his face, but my belly was hiding him from view.

I clung to the headboard with both hands and hammered into his mouth until I was on the verge of blowing my load. I backed off and hovered my ass above Boy’s chest as he panted, looking all kinds of fucked up. His face was crimson and covered in spit and snot.

Off to my left, Eric wandered to the side of the bed. He had his phone out and took a couple of pictures of Boy and me. “For the wedding album,” he said and winked at me.

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“I love that idea.” I shuffled off the young body beneath me. I knew what I wanted to taste next. Boy knew what I wanted when I encouraged him to open and lift his legs. I lay on my stomach, gripped him around the hips, and lost my face in his smooth, young ass.

He tasted sublime, like mild soap with a hint of sweat that had been released while I fucked his face. I placed my hands on his ass, spread him open further, and focused on his bleached hole.

Boy was a professional.

I slid one finger in, accompanied by my tongue. My mind went fuzzy, I was so into this, eating his pristine ass. The soft skin of his thighs brushed across my ears.

Eric squatted beside the bed to get the best angle for his next shot. He held his phone in place long enough for me to realize he was recording a video of me enjoying my wedding gift.

I nuzzled Boy’s compact, hairless balls before sucking one into my mouth while pumping two fingers into his hole. His sweet voice rose above the grunting sounds of my enjoyment.

“Oh, Daddy … so good.” Boy hitched his legs up higher. “More … please, Daddy.” I should’ve scolded him for speaking without permission, but I didn’t have the heart to deny him an opportunity to praise me.

“Jeezus,” Eric whispered. I knew he’d caught Boy’s pleading on video.

I shifted and licked the underside of his shaft before lifting myself onto my knees. I gripped his dick and jacked it a few times. I looked over my shoulder at Eric. “You got the key?”

Although I would love to fuck Boy in this position, my substantial gut would get in the way of my achieving any desirable depth. I needed him to ride me reverse cowboy.

While Eric unlocked Boy’s wrists, I flopped down on the bed on my back. Boy was quick to scurry between my legs, find my cock, and suck on it beneath my folds.

“Good Boy. Get right in there.”

Boy pushed on my stomach with one hand, creating more space, and dove deeper, disappearing, only reappearing to gasp for air. He grunted like a little pig as he sucked me.

He knew when to stop, and it seemed I wasn’t the first large man he’d been with, because he positioned himself over my legs with his back to me and backed onto my cock like an expert, guided by his hand. I put my hands behind my head. Maybe he had a fetish for obese men.

Eric was back, taking a picture of our joined bodies. And a video when Boy started bouncing on my dick, panting, groaning, and whining. I knew it was put on, but I didn’t care. Neither did my cock. When Boy moaned, “Oh, fuck.” I reconsidered his true enjoyment level.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Eric said beside me, then used one arm to lift my belly further out of the way so Boy could reach new depths. The chubby-loving twink fucked himself on my dick harder and faster, groaning and grunting just out of my view.

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Eric leaned down and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue, then bit and sucked on it. I tingled all over the more he repeated his teasing.

Then he wandered away and sat in the chair he had vacated to take pictures. He was still taking pictures, but from a distance. I was looking forward to seeing the look on Boy’s face.

“Boy, harder.”

I was close and needed to be pushed over the edge. I took over where Eric had left off and pinched my nipples hard and wrenched on them. My ass clenched, a rush of adrenaline flooded my chest, and I unloaded into Boy’s ass, shuddering with each creamy shot coating his insides.

Boy clung to my ankles and put his head on the mattress. My cock slipped free of his sloppy ass. “Get up here, Boy.” He crawled toward me, his face glistening with perspiration and his curly hair damp. “I want you to sit on my face like a good boy.”

He smiled at me, and Eric returned to my side. Boy straddled my head, his knees on the pillow. It was my turn to feel smothered. He adjusted until he positioned his hole on my mouth.

I was quick to jam my tongue into him and taste my pungent, salty cum. He wiggled his ass around and ground against my face, his balls dragging across my nose, his hands on the headboard.

“Yes, Daddy … so good.”

I felt euphoric, my face being ridden by a sexy young man. Sweaty, musky scent filled my nostrils as I sucked on and tongued his hole each time he gyrated it against my mouth.

Really dug in there and feasted.

I knew my husband was getting some good pictures. I was only alerted to him changing his location when he shoved my belly off my groin and licked my waning dick.

He wanted a taste of Boy and me.

It became harder to breathe; Boy was sitting so deeply on my face. I fucking loved it. Eric and I often engaged in breath play. Covering my head in a latex hood with a breathing tube that he would close off until my lungs were screaming—and my cock became as hard as steel.

“Boy,” Eric said. “Get on your back on top of my husband and start pumping that hungry dick of yours.” I liked the way Eric’s dirty mind worked. Boy would be forced into a beautiful arch with his ass on my thighs and his head on my chest. All stretched out for Eric’s pleasure.

Boy’s slim, young body felt like nothing on me when he found his seductive position. I dug my fingers into his hair, yanked on it, and made him stare up at the ceiling.

His hand was busy, stroking his cock. Eric took more pictures, then leaned across and positioned his mouth above Boy’s primed cock. I would love to see his lips painted with cum.

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“Don’t you dare cum until I say so, Boy.” I pulled harder on his hair and licked my lips, reveling in the dirty taste and smell of my face. I wished it had been more vulgar.

Boy undulated his ass up and down and made a strained sound like he was in pain. God, I’d love to play with him more in our basement dungeon. Edge him into torturous distraction.

But my husband was famished. I could see it in his eyes.

“Cum for Daddy, Boy.”

The seductive, lithe twink trembled, grunted, and jammed his hips up in rolling waves. I couldn’t see, but I knew Boy was satisfying my husband’s thirst for young cum.

He wouldn’t dream of leaving me out of the action. After getting his fill, he came to me and shared, dropping a thick, creamy snowball into my mouth. Then he kissed me, sealing it in.

We both swallowed as we passed Boy’s cum back and forth between us. It was a glorious meal shared on our wedding night. Much better than the banquet that I had gorged myself on.

Eric retreated and stripped off his clothes. He pressed on Boy’s chest so he would stay in place and straddled us both, his ass facing me. I had the perfect view as he jammed his cock into Boy’s mouth, my husband’s balls and hole where I could play with them.

He stretched out on Boy, and I suspected he was fondling Boy’s soft cock with his tongue as he pumped his hips, hammering Boy’s throat. I needn’t have been concerned about the comfort of our night’s entertainment. He reached his hands over his head and grabbed his wrist.

A form of self-restraint. He loved being used like this. His body heat, and particularly mine, created a slick sheen between us. I licked one finger and toyed with Eric’s hole, teasing it.

I sank it as far as I could, his hips pumping, then withdrew it and sucked on it, enjoying the taste of my husband’s musk. One of my favorite tastes in the world.

I loved being a nasty mess, my senses overwhelmed. Eric clamped down on my shins, digging his fingers into my skin—and filled Boy’s throat. Boy coughed and gagged before he was able to swallow. My husband didn’t let up. Kept jamming his cock down inside Boy’s throat.

Minutes passed before Eric relented and climbed off us. Boy sat up, took a few moments, then rolled off me. He kneeled beside me and waited for what I had to say next.

I took one of my thick man titties between my thumb and fingers and flopped it up and down. Boy knew what I was asking, and the excitement was clear on his face.

He placed one hand on my chest and supported himself in a good position to take my nipple into his mouth—and suckle on it. I brushed my fingers through his hair.

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“Good, boy. Suck hard on Daddy. Fill that slutty belly of yours.”

I smiled. Eric and his phone again, taking pictures. Then a video as Boy started making the sweetest noises as he fed. I grunted my appreciation when Boy’s cock stiffened against my thigh. If this turned him on, I had so many other things I wanted to try with him.

I had an assortment of baby bottles that I’d love to put to good use.

Maybe a diaper or two.

“It’s my birthday next week,” I said to Eric.

My husband chuckled. “I know just what to get you.”

I pressed Boy’s face against my fat, sweaty tit so he couldn’t breathe. “Do you hear that, Boy? Daddy is going to get to play with you again.” Boy hummed and sucked my nipple harder.

I took him to his very limit before releasing him to gasp for air.

Fuck, I was going to have fun with my new toy.

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