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Subject: Personal Responsibility Chapter 9 DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex between young boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it’s illegal where you live, stop reading. If you can’t differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help. If you enjoy this story, or any of the other great stories on Nifty, consider making a donation. * * * Day 8 — Monday I woke up the next morning to find Alex still wrapped around me. His chest rose and fell with his breathing. I watched his sleeping face for a moment. His brown hair was messy after the shower, pale skin a little red from where it had been pressed against the pillow. I still felt bad for the punishment Alex had received the previous day. Not bad enough to let him off for today, but still. I woke him with a light pinch to the nipple. He stirred and grinned at me — it seemed he’d forgiven me for yesterday — and got out of bed. After we both showered and Alex made me breakfast, I returned to my computer while my nephew washed the dishes. On screen, Kyle and Cole were sitting on Kyle’s bed playing video games in their underwear. Kyle was wearing a pair of tight red briefs. Cole kept glancing down at his bulge, which looked impressive thanks to the cock cage. Kyle was blushing, but I was pleased he was showing off his undies to his friend. Come August he’d be showing them to his buddies in the locker rooms, so this was a good start. I smirked and shut the computer off. I’d have to have a chat with Kyle about the next steps he should take with Cole. Perhaps once he knew about the cameras… “Master!” Alex called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned and smiled at him. “Alex,” I replied. “Can you… can you give me my spanking for today please?” He kept my gaze, but I could tell it was difficult for him. I rolled my computer chair backwards and patted my lap. He bent over it without hesitation, but his ass was still a little bruised from the previous day’s belting. A twinge of guilt hit me, but I pushed it back down. “You think you can be a good boy today, Alex?” I asked, raising my hand ready to start. “Yes Master!” he said, wriggling his hips so that his butt stuck out nicely. For a moment I licked my lips, enjoying the sight, and then I started to spank. To his credit, Alex didn’t cry out, he simply grunted as I worked. I didn’t spank him for long — his ass would already hurt from yesterday — and when I was done he stood back up, rubbing his butt through his black briefs. “Thank you, Master.” I smiled at him, watching the way his cock cage twitched under the silky fabric. “Good boy. Get downstairs, I think it’s almost time for our little friend to get here.” As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I waited for Alex to get out of sight — it wouldn’t do for Kyle’s mother to see my nephew like this — and opened the door. Kyle was alone, dressed in a plain blue t-shirt and gray basketball shorts. Behind him I saw a car pulling off, a handsome boy with olive skin waving at Kyle. Kyle caught me looking. “Cole stayed over,” he explained a little sheepishly. “Oh? He’s very cute.” I stood back to let Kyle inside, giving his butt a little pat as the door closed. “Yeah,” Kyle agreed, but he sounded even more embarrassed now. “He almost saw my, um…” But he was saved having to finish the sentence by Alex, who called through from the sitting room. “Hey, Kyle!” Kyle’s face lit up, obviously pleased to be able to change the subject. “Hey!” He walked through to greet Alex properly, kicking off his sneakers as he walked. I followed and gave Kyle an expectant look. “Oh! Sorry Sir, I forgot.” He started to undress, looking from me to Alex and back again. He was getting good at this. His tanned chest came into view, then the same bright red briefs I’d seen on camera. Kyle didn’t even look too self-conscious as he stripped. I smirked. Perhaps I’d have to get him to do this somewhere a little more public. His humiliation was delicious. “Good boy,” I said once he was finished, collecting his clothes and slipping them underneath the sofa. “Why don’t you sit down? I’d like to hear more about Cole.” Kyle hesitated, tugging his briefs out from between his cheeks as he looked at me. “Uh… sure.” He didn’t sound sure at all, but he sat down on my lap and wriggled his butt around until my cock was half-hard and pressing into him. “What do you wanna know?” I placed a hand on his tummy, rubbing the soft skin. “Did he see your cute new undies?” I asked, knowing the answer. The blonde boy on my lap froze. Alex glanced across at us and grinned. “Did he like them?” he asked with a grin. “Did he call them gay? Some of the guys in the locker room called me gay for a bit when I started wearing them, but they don’t mention it any more. I think some of them like looking.” Kyle seemed a little more relaxed at this, as though it comforted him to know Alex was in the same boat. “He didn’t really say anything,” he admitted. “He kept looking at me, though. I think he liked them.” I let my hand fall to Kyle’s bulge and gripped his cock cage. He sighed softly at the almost-contact and wriggled his hips around some more. “He’s not the only one,” I teased. “You look so fucking hot,” Alex chimed in. Kyle beamed and relaxed fully, leaning back so his head was resting on my shoulder. “Thanks,” he mumbled. * * * We sat like that for a few more minutes, talking about nothing. Kyle got his morning spanking. I went harder on him than I had on Alex, since he hadn’t been belted the previous day. After that, I put both boys to work outside. There wasn’t a great deal of work left to be done. I had them mow the lawn and move a few plants into better positions. They washed off the dirt in the pool and played for about half an hour, which meant I could have them clean the pool in the afternoon after our other activities. Inside, I held Alex on the couch while Kyle prepared our lunch. He rested his head on my shoulder, happy to be paid attention. I smiled. However old he got, and however many other boys I collected, he’d always be my special little guy. When the sounds from the kitchen indicated that Kyle was almost done, I gave Alex a little squeeze. He jolted slightly, as if waking from a nap. “I want you to apologize for your behavior yesterday.” Alex’s face darkened. “He didn’t notice anything!” he protested, but a quick pinch to his buttocks was enough to shut him up. “Fine.” Good. I hadn’t expected to have to squish any teenage rebellion in Alex; he’d always been such an obedient little boy, even before I’d started playing with him like this. Still, his independent spark was well and truly in check now. After lunch, I brought the boys down to the basement. Kyle seemed to shift from nerves to excitement and back again as we descended. I smirked. He was right to: this would be challenging and humiliating for him, but hopefully a lot of fun. “Strip.” I set up a camera facing the x-cross as both of my boys slid their briefs off. “Get them out of the shot.” They obeyed, both kicking their underwear over to the side of the room. Kyle managed to get his to land on top of Alex’s and whooped. I had to suppress a smile. “Kyle, stand by the cross.” He did, the cheer freezing on his face. “Yes, Sir.” He held his hands up into position obediently. His blonde hair was just starting to dry out from his dip in the kütahya escort pool, and the messy effect made him look even more boyish than usual. Perfect. I attached Kyle’s wrists and ankles to the cross and set the camera rolling, making sure that the lighting would catch his soft, innocent features. “You’re going to do a little Q and A with your fans today, Kyle,” I said as I attached him. “I want you to be as honest as possible, alright?” Kyle nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He flexed at the bonds holding him still, but he was fully secure. “If you’re a good boy, Alex will use a vibrator on your little dickie. It can make it feel good even with your cage.” Kyle perked up at this, a grin forming on his face. “Yes Sir!” He relaxed slightly — as much as he could with his arms and legs stretched uncomfortably far apart — and let me finish preparations. Before too long, Alex was standing next to him holding a vibrating dildo. He waved it in Kyle’s face a few times as if threatening to slap him. “Before we get started, I think Alex has something he’d like to say to you. Alex?” I raised my eyebrows at my nephew, who gulped. “Uh…” said Alex, still holding the dildo next to Kyle’s face. He’d clearly been hoping I’d forgotten. “I’m… uh… sorry I was a brat yesterday. It won’t happen again.” Kyle looked a little confused. Seeing how uncomfortable Alex looked, he just smiled. “Uh… no big deal, man.” “He was punished severely,” I said, making sure the camera picked up the interaction. I could sell it separately as a sort of bonus scene. “Alex, show him.” Alex obliged, turning around and bending over slightly to show his ass. The marks from the belt still hadn’t fully faded. “If you’re a good boy, you won’t have to worry about anything like that. But if not…” I licked my lips. The threat didn’t need to be stated. “Now, while we’re on the topic, Kyle. What’s the most painful punishment you’ve been given so far?” Alex activated the vibrator and touched it against Kyle’s cock cage for a moment. He gasped and wriggled around against his bonds. When he didn’t answer, I motioned to Alex who took the vibrator away again. “Uh… uh…” he said, looking at me somewhat desperately. “When you used the cane.” I nodded to Alex, who put the vibrator back onto Kyle’s caged cocklet. “And what did you do to deserve the cane?” “I.. uh…” he gasped. He was clearly finding it hard to focus with the vibrator buzzing against his sensitive little member. “I didn’t wear the right underwear.” “And will you make that mistake again?” “I can’t.” He tugged at the straps holding him still, face burning with frustration and arousal. “That’s right, little faggot. You can’t. And how does that make you feel?” I was stroking my cock now. Slowly. I didn’t want to cum on the floor when I had two perfectly good slaves willing to swallow it. “Kinda… weird, I guess? My friend saw my new undies today and he kept staring at me. It was weird.” He was panting as he spoke, the pleasure starting to get to him. I raised my hand at Alex, who moved the vibrator away. He started to run it up and down Kyle’s chest, clearly enjoying himself. Both boys were wincing slightly; their little dickies clearly straining against the cages. “And which of your new undies do you like the best?” “Uh…” He looked down at his dick. “The briefs are nice. They’re kinda snug on my dickie. Uh… when I can feel it.” Kyle blushed, and Alex gave him another little twinge of the vibrator against his dickie. “Oh! And I like the thongs. The way you look at me when I wear them makes me feel sexy.” I smirked. “You are sexy, kiddo.” I stepped into frame for a moment to ruffle his hair and then got back behind the camera. He smiled. “Now… what are your least favorite undies?” A gulp. “Uh… I mean, the thongs aren’t very comfortable… but…” he thought for a second, clearly weighing up whether he wanted to be completely honest with me. Apparently he decided he would. “I hate the little kid ones. Like… that Paw Patrol speedo you made me wear. And the superhero stuff.” He made a face. I made a mental note to have him wear those as much as possible. “How about your favorite customer?” Kyle frowned as he squirmed. “Uh… I mean, I only had one. My soccer coach. It was…” He gulped, probably remembering the hour he’d spent tied to that very same cross with weights attached to his balls and nipples. “…Kinda fun. And you said he could do what he wants to me at school.” “Are you looking forward to it?” My eyes were wide, drinking in his discomfort. Now it was Kyle’s turn to shrug, but he had a little smile playing at the edges of his mouth. “I mean… he can’t do anything too bad at school, right? It’ll probably be fun.” “Next question: how long has it been since you played with my little toy there?” I motioned to Alex, who touched the vibrator against Kyle’s cock cage to make my point. Kyle gasped. “Three days?” he guessed. “No, wait, two?” I chuckled. Kyle had cum plenty the previous day, and wouldn’t be cumming for a few days yet. “It’s been a day, little slut. Though I’m sure it’s felt longer.” He nodded and blushed at this, gyrating his hips so that he could feel the vibrator a little more. I let him continue for a moment and then shook my head at Alex, who stopped. Kyle looked disappointed, but didn’t protest. “Next question, my little faggot: what’s the naughtiest thing you’ve done while you were here? The punishment you deserved the most?” Kyle blinked. It was like I could see the cogs turning in his little brain. Should he answer, and admit he thought I was right to punish him? Or should he stay quiet, and earn himself another punishment? It seemed he decided on the former, because he opened his mouth and coughed a little. “The first one. For stealing from my mom.” He looked at the floor as he spoke. He looked truly submissive in that moment. “And do you wish you hadn’t done it?” Again, Kyle took a moment to answer. “Uh… I mean… I guess? But it meant I got to work for you, and meet Alex… and it’s been fun.” He glanced up at Alex, who had started the vibrator up again and pressed it to his cock cage. “Ahhhh, really fun!” he added. I smiled. “I’m sure I would have got to you eventually. You’re a very naughty boy, Kyle, aren’t you?” “Yeah!” he agreed. Down here in the basement, arms and legs immobilized, with a vibrator against his little dickie, I thought he’d probably agree to anything I said. “Now then, next question. What’s been the most fun thing you’ve done while you’ve been working for me?” This time, Kyle didn’t need to think about it. “When you fucked me,” he said with a self-conscious grin. “It was nice when Alex did it too, but your dick is bigger.” He turned his head to Alex, blushing a little more. “Uh… sorry. But it’s true.” Alex shrugged, grinning back at Kyle. “Yeah I guess. Our master is reeeeally good at sex.” Alex winked at me. “Better than any of the customers.” I laughed a little, smiling at the compliment. “It’s the practice.” “Maybe you could practice on me after this?” offered Kyle. I was impressed: he was getting the hang of the whole flirting thing. He’d been bright red and staring at the floor as he said it, but it was a good start. “Maybe I could.” I gave him a warm smile and took my phone out of my pocket. Time for some questions from the fans. “This guy want to know if you’re looking forward lara escort to going back to school with your dickie locked up and your hole plugged.” “Wait, what?!” said Kyle. The color had all drained from his face and he was staring right at me. I smirked. Had he really not known this was coming? “Uh… I mean…” he spluttered. “No? What if someone sees?!” “Do you make a habit of flashing your classmates?” “Well, no… but-” I cut him off. “Is your little bulge big enough for them to notice a difference in the locker room?” “N- no, but…” He trailed off, apparently unable to think of a protest. “But I can’t come here every day. When will I get to take it off?” “That’ll depend how good you can be. So Kyle, are you looking forward to it? Enquiring minds want to know.” Kyle shook his head, apparently too aghast to speak. “No!” he said eventually. His training must have kicked in, because he added “but you own me, Sir. So… uh… I guess I’ll do it.” Like he had a choice. Still, hearing him say that unprompted was much hotter than I’d been expecting. “Good boy,” I said, nodding to Alex. My nephew gave him a particularly long go with the vibrator. Kyle leaned his head back and sighed. “Next up, are there any boys in your class you’ve got your eye on? Teachers? Anyone you’d like to hire you?” The blonde boy didn’t answer right away, still lost in pleasure. “Uh… uh…” he said, trying to come to his senses. “My friend Cole is cute. Not hot like you or Coach Richards-” I made a mental note to censor the man’s name for the full release. “But he’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything with him, though, he’d see my cage and think it was weird.” “Perhaps if you promised to tell me all about it, we could see about letting you out if he spends the night again.” Kyle’s eyes lit up at this. “Yes! Definitely! And- and maybe he could work for you too!” I chuckled. That was unlikely. I’d already hit the jackpot with Alex and Kyle, I didn’t want to push my luck much further. “We’ll see.” “Alright, let’s move on.” I scrolled down to read more customers’ questions. “Has your mom said anything about your new underwear yet?” Kyle shook his head, looking worried. “No. I know she’s seen them, she washed some yesterday but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t even ask where I got them.” This didn’t surprise me. Kyle’s mother seemed to be a very busy woman; it was likely she wasn’t keeping too close an eye on what clothes her son did and didn’t have. “And you like showing them off, huh?” I asked. Not really a question, but Kyle nodded all the same. “Yes, Sir! It makes me feel kinda tingly. Even now.” He glanced down at his little dicklet and the lump of plastic constraining it. “I’m glad. Alex, let him feel good for a while. If he takes too long to answer, use this.” I tossed a small leather whip designed for use on sensitive areas. “Try his nipples… maybe his thighs, too. Now, Kyle, do you think you’d like to show off your new undies somewhere a little more public? Those Paw Patrol speedos would look sexy at the pool, don’t you think?” Kyle opened his mouth but didn’t answer right away. I nodded to Alex, who hit his left thigh with the whip. “Ow! Uh… uh…” he said, looking up at Alex, pleading. Alex hit him again. Kyle whimpered. “N- no! You said you wouldn’t make me look weird in public!” I chuckled. “I said I would make you look sexy in public. And it seems like your fans think you looked very sexy indeed in those.” Kyle gave me a little grumble, shuffling around against his bonds as if he could escape the whip. “I guess,” he mumbled, but he didn’t complain further. That was good, he was learning fast. “Do you prefer sucking cock or getting fucked?” I was pretty sure I knew the answer to this one, but I wanted to hear him say it. “Getting fucked,” he said, face still bright red. He earned himself another little touch from the vibrator. “Can you cum in your cage?” “Uh… I don’t think so?” He seemed to be thoughtful now. The thought clearly hadn’t occurred to him. “Is that, like, a thing?” Alex spoke up before I could answer. “Sometimes, if you use this and have something up your butt.” He touched the vibrator to Kyle’s dickie to make his point. “It’s kinda weird, though.” I had to laugh at Kyle’s expression. It was a strange mixture of hope and exasperation. “Perhaps we can try it. Maybe after a few weeks locked up you’ll be able to do it.” I let out another laugh as Kyle’s face slipped past exasperation and into despair. “But Sir!” he whined. Alex whipped each of his nipples for the outburst. “Ow!” “That leads me on to my next question. How does it feel to know you’re a little slave? You belong to me, and I can do anything I want with you. If I want to make you cum five times in a row, I can. If I want to lock your dickie up so you can’t cum for a month, I can. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” Kyle paused. I held up a hand to Alex; I wanted to give him a chance to collect his thoughts. “I mean…” he started. “I kinda like it. Being told what to do is… hot, I guess.” He spoke slowly. He’d told me this before, but it was his first time admitting it in front of Alex. “I want to cum more,” he said quickly, not wanting me to get any ideas about locking him up for too long. “But when I can it’s not really… I guess I just like when you’re in control.” To his credit, he tried his best to keep his eyes on the camera, but he looked away about halfway through. “What would Cole say if he could see you now?” I asked. The bound boy blushed even more — if that were possible — and sighed. “He’d think it was weird,” he said in a small voice. “Would he laugh at you?” Kyle awkwardly shifted his shoulders up in a sort of tied-up shrug. “I guess? Or like… tell my mom.” I nodded. Involving Cole in our little games would be far too risky, at least any time soon. “How many boys do you think are out there serving men like this?” It took Kyle a few moments to reply. A lick of the whip on each thigh stirred him out of his reverie. “Ow! Er… I guess…” He paused again. Another lick of the whip. Alex was grinning, one hand trying to adjust his cock cage into a more comfortable position. “Like… probably none?” He glanced at me as if checking whether his answer was correct. “And how does that make you feel? That you’re down here as my little bitch, and every other boy in America can play with his dickie whenever he feels like it? That’s probably what Cole is doing right now.” “Nah, he’s at VBS,” Kyle muttered, almost too low for the mic to pick up. Alex whipped him and he jolted. “Uh… I mean… I dunno, Sir. It’s kinda… weird. Like, I guess I get to do stuff other boys can’t?” Once again, his answer was more of a question. I just nodded. “Well then. I think that concludes your interview.” Kyle visibly relaxed. His back slumped down ever so slightly, his wrists supporting most of his weight. “One last little question.” I turned the camera off for this one — it wasn’t for his fans’ benefit. “Do you think your mom would let you go on vacation for a few days? We’ll use a camper van from a friend, maybe take a trip to the beach.” “Yeah!” he exclaimed, standing back upright again. “Will Alex come too?” he asked. “That sounds so cool, do we get to go surfing? And- and are we gonna sleep in tents? When are we going?” I shook my head, smiling. “We can sort the details later. lara eve gelen escort I want to talk to your mom before you go home tonight, alright? We’ll tell her it’s your treat for being so helpful this past week.” Kyle nodded along happily. I moved the camera to the side of the room and untied him. He rubbed his wrists and the parts of his body that Alex had whipped. As he did so, his smile faded slightly. “Uh… are you gonna make me wear speedos on the beach?” he asked. From the tone of his voice, he obviously knew the answer. “We can sort the details later,” I said again, evasively. Kyle still seemed excited, but nervous too. He made to put his underwear back on but I stopped him. “Aren’t you forgetting something? I believe there was some talk of helping me practice,” I said, giving his butt a light pat. “Get over to the bench. Alex will hold you down.” He did as he was told, some of the excitement coming back to his steps. I had to marvel at how adaptable kids were. A week ago he’d been whining and covering up his clothed erection, and now he was actually asking me to stick my dick up his ass. Where would we be in another week? A month? Kyle got into position, Alex kneeling in front of him and holding his hands. “Now then, Alex, if you’d been a good boy you would have been allowed to fuck him too. I’d like you to think about that while you watch.” “Yes, Sir,” he said. He turned a little red. Not because of the sex or his nudity, but because I’d brought attention to his slip-up. I let the boys wait for a moment while I lubed my dick up, and then slowly thrust it inside Kyle. There was no punishment here, so I went gently, pausing once it was all inside to let him adjust. He had his eyes closed, face scrunched up against the discomfort. He was impossibly tight. I found myself bizarrely reminded of my own brief experiments with chastity. “You ready?” I grunted, stroking his blonde hair. It was still damp — with sweat, not water now — and messy in a cute, boyish way. “Yes, Sir.” I started to fuck him. Now I’d popped his cherry, I didn’t waste too much time warming him up. At first he winced with every thrust, but he got into it eventually, moaning into Alex’s chest as my cock nudged his little prostate. I wouldn’t last long. Both of my slaves were down in my sex dungeon with cages on their dickies, ready to do anything I told them. I made eye contact with Alex, who looked suitably sorry for himself. “You wanna fuck his mouth, Alex?” “Yes, Sir,” he mumbled. He was trying to rub his caged cocklet against the side of the bench. With a look of frustration, he gave up and watched me fuck Kyle. “Tough shit. You should’ve thought about that yesterday.” It was hard to get my words out properly, Kyle’s pre-teen ass was squeezing my dick as I thrust in and out. My hand left his hair and started to explore the rest of his body. I squeezed and slapped and caressed, until I couldn’t hold back any more. “You like that, faggot?” I asked with a particularly hard slap to Kyle’s butt. “Yes, Sir!” His voice squeaked a little as he spoke, high from the pleasure. “You gonna cum?” I taunted. “N- no, Sir.” Was it possible to sound disappointed while you’re being fucked? Kyle definitely managed it. “Good.” I paused, speeding up my thrusts. I was so close now. So, so close… “I’m cumming,” I grunted, feeling the orgasm burst through me all at once. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, several loads of cum plastering my slave’s insides, before I collapsed over him. Under me, Kyle was catching his breath. “Keep going, Sir!” he begged. “Please, I think I can-” but I cut him off with a half-hearted slap to his thigh. “No. You feel good when I tell you to feel good.” He sighed but didn’t complain any more. It was a nice change to have him protesting because I stopped, and not because I started. “Yes, Sir.” Once I’d caught my breath, I pulled out of Kyle and had Alex suck my cock clean. He did so with gusto — still trying to prove himself — and the two boys put their underwear back on. They spent the next few hours cleaning the pool and gardening. They got over their disappointment quickly; before long they were playing around and laughing as they worked. I watched from the decking, deep in conversation with tomorrow’s client. He was willing to pay extra for two boys at once, and because I wasn’t nearly as fond as him as I was of Martin, I was willing to let him. I got so distracted haggling with my client that I almost didn’t notice it was time for Kyle to leave. I had him change into his wet undies and get dressed before hurriedly handing him his pay. Almost as soon as he was covered up, his mom knocked on the door. I answered with my best smile. “Hello there! I almost lost track of time.” She laughed. “Oh, that’s on me, I was late.” She looked past me to Kyle, who was just putting his sneakers on. “Kyle, time to go honey.” “Okay Mom!” he said brightly, jumping up to give her a hug. I noticed he’d left his laces untied and smiled. Boys. “Before you go, I wanted to have a little word with you.” Her face fell and she glanced down at Kyle. “Has he been alright?” “Oh, he’s been great. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. My nephew and I have been planning a little trip together, and I wanted to know if Kyle would like to come. We’ll be camping by the beach for a few days, nothing fancy, but he’s been so helpful that I wanted to give him a treat.” Ms. Phillips turned to Kyle, obviously thinking. “I see nothing wrong with that. What do you think, Kyle?” Kyle jumped up, his shoelaces flying out to the side as he did. “Yeah! Mom, can I go? It’ll be so fun, we’re gonna go surfing and camping and- and it’s gonna be awesome!” She smiled and turned back to me. “When’s this trip planned for?” “Early Wednesday morning. I thought Kyle could spend the night here with Alex after he’s done working, if that fits in with you?” She seemed to think for a second before nodding. “Yeah, as long as you’re sure that’s fine with you?” “Of course! I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.” She relaxed. “You know, I don’t know if I’ve thanked you enough for what you’ve done for Kyle. When he came home the first few days he was so moody but I think he’s really enjoying himself. Since his dad… well, he’s not had much in the way of male role models.” Kyle kept glancing between his mom and his house, the universal body language for “can we fucking go yet.” “Ah, I’m just glad I could help him out.” I ran my hand through my hair, but I was pleased. Kyle just needed a little discipline. “It’s like I always say, you should be the person you needed when you were younger.” “That’s so true!” Ms. Phillips opened her mouth like she was going to keep talking but Kyle tugged on her sleeve. “Mom, can we go home? I wanna go play Fortnite with Cole!” She and I both rolled her eyes at each other in unison. Boys. “Sure thing, honey. Thank you again, you’re a lifesaver.” With that, she turned and left, Kyle jogging ahead of her. I went inside to see Alex, who’d been hiding in the sitting room with the door closed, now dressed in a plain white thong that left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. We spent most of that evening curled up on the sofa, Alex licking and sucking on my cock. I didn’t cum — it hadn’t been long since I’d fucked Kyle — but it felt nice. Alex was still trying to prove himself to me. Perhaps I should keep him locked up more often. * * * I hope you enjoyed this chapter! The next one should be up sooner rather than later, but I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep. If you enjoyed the story, feel free to email me at ail. Feedback really helps keep me motivated!

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