Subject: Baldwin on the other he made show of fighting against it. The entire scene appealed to Lombardo’s present drug induced frame of mind. The swarthy Sicilian shoved his dick all the way down the unruly teen’s throat again and again, mashing his coarse, dense bush into his face. He held it down there longer than necessary, pleased when the brat’s neck muscles bulged from their burden and choked around the big, thick slab of meat. Only when Devyn turned purple and beat his fists against him for his life did Lombardo yank himself out. Coughing and spitting, with snot leaking from his nostrils and tears streaming from his eyes, Devyn cursed him out until Lombardo stuffed his mouth full again. The scene was working out as well as the crafty teen expected. Lombardo was really working him over with his big, strong dick. Although he pretended resistance Devyn was making his throat an open fuckway for the hung brute. Reasonably sure his clueless father and weird older brother were watching through those hidden cameras as they documented his “rape” Devyn knew he had to convince them he was a novice at all this. If they even suspected his sexual hijinks prior to the night of the van-bang all his efforts would be for naught. Lombardo would, after all, have won. With that thought in mind, and with the ex-con’s throbber clogging his airway again, Devyn purposely bit down hard on the thick root. Yelping, Lombardo ripped his monster free. With uncontrolled rage etched on his dark face he hauled off and slapped Devyn across his face. The blow was so forceful that it knocked the boy off balance. Although pleased with his tactical move and Lombardo’s expected response Devyn pretended indignation. Turning back to the brute and raising his arms as if to ward off further blows he pleaded, “Please don’t make me eat your dirty, hairy asshole. Don’t sit on my face with that nasty, funky trench. Please, please don’t do that to me!” The kid really was something else, Lombardo thought. Just like with that pervert McCabe and the countless other daddies under his influence, little Devyn was a master at control. A future sadist in the making, he got his kicks rough and raunchy. Good ole’ boy Jed and the other derelicts had truly opened up brand new worlds for the youngest, and most deviant, Baldwin scion. And, in his own quest for control, Devyn was playing right into Lombardo’s hands. The little monster might be calling the shots but, when it came down to it, Lombardo was the one planting his personal stamp on their sexual skirmish. He’d been wanting to break this boy for months. Opportunity was at hand. Roughly grabbing the kid by a fistful of silky blond hair he yanked Devyn to his feet and threw him across the mattress. Momentarily startled, the boy grappled with the bedsheets to right himself but Lombardo’s hands were already tight on his ankles yanking him flat on his back. Devyn kicked back at the burly ex-con and really made a show of railing against him. ‘Bardo moved quickly, scooting his muscular body over the tyke’s flailing form and perching his hairy ass directly on his cute face. Devyn beat his small fists against the man’s strong thighs, frantically squirmed on the rumpled bed coverings and wailed fake protests which were muffled by the ripe, muscular ass. Lombardo reached back to part his ass cheeks and ground his moist, sticky hole against the young ruffian’s yowling mouth. “You wanted it. Now eat it!” he ordered. “Get your rich-boy tongue working and lick that asshole!” With his nose buried in the cleft of Lombardo’s butt Devyn was getting dizzy from the strong, manly aroma. With the ripe ass planted squarely on his face the man was practically suffocating him. Despite his predicament the boy never lost sight of his purpose for being there. Mindful of how it looked on the spy cams he continued to rail against the assault, flailing his body about as much as possible and striking his fists against the bigger man. But his young tongue was already going to work licking the hairy split of Lombardo’s ass. Eating butt wasn’t really his thing but Devyn licked and lapped at ‘Bardo’s pulsing asshole like it was a tasty treat. And when it was nicely primed he sank himself into the hot pink slot and lasciviously probed the man’s tart insides. With a smirk on his darkly handsome face Lombardo ground his hot stud ass against Devyn’s face, quite enjoying the smart mouthed youngster’s tongue wriggling around inside him. Devyn slid his digit far as he could up into the dark chute and swirled it around in Lombardo’s funky hole. He chewed hungrily on the tough, yet tender, folds of the muscular man’s ass lips. Every now and then he nipped at the parted petals with sharp teeth, eliciting a snarl from the ex-con. ‘Bardo sat all his weight down on Devyn’s face, practically burying the teen’s head in the soft mattress and causing him to gasp for air. Yet the boy was ceaseless in his tongue-fuck, spit-shining the handyman’s shit hole with fervor while outwardly pretending to fight against him. Lucas’ mouth gaped as he observed the action on the screen while Miles lavished his donkey dick with fatherly love. That rat Lombardo was seriously abusing the sweet boy, forcing him to chow down on nasty man ass. Concerned for his little brother, and wondering if they all had taken this plan too far, Lucas tapped his Dad on the shoulder. Refusing to give up his lip lock on the amazing appendage Miles glanced up at Lucas. With over a quarter of the teen’s donkey dong in his mouth Miles followed his son’s directing nod from a sidelong view. Moaning lustily as he observed Lombardo smothering Devyn between the hard slabs of his ex-con ass, Miles nursed Lucas’ rod with renewed vigor. He gulped, he swallowed and better than half the gigantor disappeared between his widely stretched lips. Impossible a feat as it might seem, Miles was determined to devour the entire thing until his nose was crushed in this unexpected find’s sparse bush. Devyn behaved like a depraved piglet with his mouth buried between Lombardo’s hot ass cakes. He swiped his licker all over the quivering hole, worked it back up inside the stud and stirred it around like an electric beater gone haywire. The kid was definitely sending serious shivers up his spine. But what aroused Lombardo even more was the way, despite his seemingly obvious appetite for swampy ass, Devyn continued to outwardly behave as if he were being forced. Lombardo had always enjoyed resistance in his conquests; it made his ultimate dominance all the more pleasurable. And taking control of this often unruly brat was the villain’s goal. One more Baldwin would be squirming under his control. Suddenly mindful of his big, fat fucker banging up against his taut belly and leaking serious cock drool Lombardo decided the time was at hand to really make the boy his own. Whatever Jed and those others had done with the kid would seem like grade school antics compared to what he had planned for little Devyn. Abruptly rising and ripping his asshole off the rapidly flicking tongue Lombardo deftly tore off the boy’s tightie whities, unsurprisingly revealing his teen boner. It was an admirable piece for a thirteen year old. While Devyn still had a bit of growing to do, he showed promise of being every bit the stallion as his father and older brothers. Devyn kicked like a mule, made a show of attempting an escape but Lombardo latched strong hands on his ankles and flipped him belly down across the mattress. Clawing at the sheets the boy kept on with his squirming, fully aware how his actions made his ass cakes provocatively dance in front of the convict’s hungry eyes. Lombardo’s tongue curled over his lips as he got an eye full of the tight boy butt, hairless, unblemished and smelling like only a young pup’s could. His big man dick gave an excited jump, sending a silvery trail of dick drool oozing from its wide eye. ‘Bardo maneuvered his hairy legs so they wrapped around Devyn’s flailing limbs, holding him in place while he sat back to collect his copious pre-cum and smear it over the teen’s jostling hole. Dev beat his fists against the mattress shouting out obscenities which only Lombardo could hear, psychologically enticing the man to savagely rape him. As the boy continued to wriggle and writhe about Lombardo slapped him hard against one creamy ass cheek. Devyn howled, so Lombardo gave the same treatment to the other. Having finally gained the upper hand with the unruly urchin Lombardo was consumed with an overwhelming sense of power and proceeded to really wail into the boy’s ass, giving him the kind of spanking he should have had long ago. Devyn’s eyes shot wide and he truly began to bellow. This wasn’t part of his plan at all. ‘Bardo was beating fuck out of his poor little ass. It might look good on video but sure hurt like a sonofabitch! And yet, despite the torture, his boy dick was harder than it had ever been. ‘Bardo continued slapping, then back handing each cheek until they were a startling shade of crimson. He knew they would smart for days to come, giving the impudent child something to truly think about. Miles let out an anguished moan at the sight of big bad ‘Bardo whipping his youngest son’s pert ass. But the savage attack wasn’t enough to tear him away from his other boy’s stupendous cock. He sucked even deeper, relaxing his already overburdened throat muscles to take more of it down his pipe. Lucas was leaking like an uncapped well and lubricating his father’s channel with tasty son juice. Obscene slurping noises accompanied Miles’ lusty worship of the big, beautiful dick. Running his big man’s hands up and down the boy’s slim torso while he impaled his mouth on the humongous log Miles fixed his blue eyes on the son he had hardly known until now. Lucas’ head was thrown back, his spectacles sitting crookedly on the break of his perfect Baldwin nose. Every now and then his long lashes parted to gaze at the video screen, his eyes widening at the shocking action played out there. And when those same eyes, blue as the sky, cast downward to lock with his father’s Miles whimpered like a love struck school boy and sucked even more aggressively. Lucas was a true find, a veritable diamond in the rough. All this time living in self-exile up in his room, failing to interact with the rest of the family and wallowing in timidity. And yet he was now the most interesting, most coveted, of all the boys in Miles’ eyes. In his own way he was just as handsome as Ryan, Trey and even little Devyn. And with his dick of death young Lucas was suddenly the best of the bunch. Miles slurped and sucked, milking the heavy shaft and taking as much of it as he could possibly handle. When he released it from his lip lock for a few moments he lathed the entire thing with his slick istanbul travesti saliva, tongued the bulging knob and digging into the gaping piss hole before going back down on it again. Soon Lucas was making small bucking motions with his lips, unconsciously fucking his father’s manly face. Miles showed his appreciation by spreading his aching jaws even wider and allowing the huge girth of boy meat to ravage him unfettered. A sudden gasp from the boy distracted Miles from his fatherly duties. Following Lucas’ astonished gaze Miles once again glanced over at the screen and nearly choked on monster cock at what he saw transpiring there. Having beaten the nasty pipsqueak’s hide to the point where he wouldn’t be able to sit down for days Lombardo finally ceased with the torture. His own hands stung from the force of his blows. But the brat deserved every bit of it—and then some. There was a sinister, sadistic gleam in his dark eyes as he roughly grabbed the boy around his mid-section and hoisted his little ass up and back against him. Devyn attempted to rise and spew more of his hell but Lombardo quickly locked a strong hand on the back of his neck and shoved his face sideways into the mussed pillows. Devyn was pounding the mattress with his fists, giving an award-worthy performance, while Lombardo maneuvered his immense prick into fuck position. His drooling cock eye sniffed out the pink boy hole, the unsheathed head looking formidable as it pressed against the tiny hotspot. Consumed by a bestial need to ravage the hellion Lombardo crudely thrust his fat meat into the bucking ass. For all his tough bravado Devyn screamed like a schoolgirl when the big convict dick punched inside him. His young body tensed and his ass ring made a valiant effort at fighting the sudden intrusion. Undeterred, the swarthy Sicilian broke through and, with a swift and sudden plunge, thrust his manhood into the teen until hairy balls met smooth rump. The few hairs he had on his body stood on end and Devyn’s meaty little toes curled as he felt his asshole pried wide open by the big cock. Shaking away the tiny tears of agony forming at the corners of his eyes Devyn figured they had enough video footage to incriminate Lombardo for boy-rape. There really was no need to proceed any further. After all the lusty cocks which had repeatedly ravaged his then-virgin hole he’d figured he could easily handle this one. But Lombardo was SO BIG! Surely his father, monitoring the entire situation from upstairs, would appear at any moment to put an end to it all. Unfortunately for Devyn, Miles was otherwise occupied. Hungrily bobbing up and down on nearly half the length of Lucas’ massive schlong, he snorted like a suckling pig as he fought to swallow even more. Lucas was in a state of nirvana with the knowledge that finally, after all these years, his daddy was truly loving him. He’d always known his father was a handsome man, but he looked even more stunning with his lips spread impossibly wide around Lucas’ tremendous organ, sucking him with frenzy. He appeared to be a cocksucking madman, shoving his good-looking face down onto the steely rod over and again and moaning his pleasure. Sloppy drool escaped the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin, making him look totally out of character from the usually stolid Baldwin patriarch. Instead, finally, Lucas was getting a bird’s eye view of this same man he’d masturbated to countless times as he feasted on the dicks of Lombardo and the other son, Ryan. But this time there was something different about Miles’ conduct. This time he seemed far more aroused than usual. And Lucas could only assume it was because of him. The son he’d finally discovered. Miles’ cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk’s and his jaws yawned beyond their limit while he valiantly fought the gag and hungrily ate his son’s thick log of meat. He could hardly believe he was really giving head to this boy, the son he’d rarely even had an entire conversation with. Until now. Beautiful, beautiful Lucas possessed the biggest cock he’d ever imagined. It was a true show piece. A real man pleaser. The boy was so unassuming and, yes, adorable. How had he never noticed before? With their sports minded jock mentality he had naturally gravatated toward his older sons and ignored the real gem of the family. Forthwith all his parental attention would be focused on mentoring young Lucas. The boy had a lot going for him, a real lot, and Miles intended to teach him how to use it to best advantage. On screen Lombardo was plowing little Devyn’s asshole and the boy was railing as if he really was in distress. Miles could well understand. It took a good deal of stamina to handle the cock on Lombardo. It really was too bad that he’d gone rogue. There would be times, on lonely, horny nights, when he’d probably think of Lombardo after he was gone. The sneaky felon certainly was a man’s man and knew how to fuck like a stallion. And suddenly an unexpected thrill coursed through Miles’ buff body. Lombardo’s hunky twelve inches might soon be gone but there was another potential prod of even greater proportions at hand. In fact, it was currently firmly embedded in his throat! Miles gradually came up off the big bat and gave it a few loving strokes as he smacked his lips. Turning away from Lucas he hunkered down on his knees, bent over and reached behind to spread his muscular buttocks. “Do it, son,” he instructed, “Fuck me!” Lucas’ eyes flared as he took in the sight of his hunky father offering himself up to him like a slut. The man’s asshole was actually pulsing with expectation. “B-but Dad,” he stammered, “are you sure? I mean, it’s so big. I could hurt you.” Miles looked over his shoulder at the stunned boy. “I want you, boy. I really want you. Let daddy show you how good it feels.” Lucas already knew how good it felt from shagging Ollie’s fat ass. But his Dad, geez, he was like something out a porno flick. Lucas licked his lips, wanting to but uncertain. “Do you have anything in the room you use when you jerk off, son? Some kind of lubricant?” His mouth gone dry, Lucas merely nodded and scampered off the bed to retrieve the tube he kept in his bedside table. He’d used it many times to grease up when he pleasured himself watching Miles go at it with Lombardo. Or with Ryan. “Grease up that big, beautiful dick of yours really good, son,” Miles panted with unrestrained expectation. “Make it slick from top to bottom. Daddy wants every inch of you up his muscle pussy.” Breathing heavily and hardly believing what was transpiring there in the sanctity of his bedroom Lucas dutifully followed his father’s instructions. His elephantine appendage was glistening with slippery lubricant and appearing more majestic—and dangerous—than ever before. “Now do my hole, Luke,” Miles breathed huskily while stretching his muscular melons wider. “Squirt some on there and rub it all over my dad hole.” Again, Lucas complied. His handsome father had a nicely compact, solid rump and an inviting bung hole which was pulsing steadily before his wondrous eyes. Miles moaned when Lucas’ fingers tips first made contact with his hungry pucker; Lucas attempted to stifle the whimper which escaped his own lips. “That’s right, son,” Miles encouraged, “smear it all over that man gash. Now use your fingers to work some inside. Daddy needs you to get him all slippery inside so that you can really fuck his hot hole.” Lucas’ cock began leaking like a sieve when he poked his trigger finger into his father’s moist, balmy ass. He worked the gel around the inside of Miles’ soft ass lips, which chewed on his digit like guppies at feeding time. Collecting more lube from its container he easily shoved two fingers between the band of willing flesh. Miles moaned again, rotated his ass sexily and pushed back on Lucas, who easily took the hint and began slipping his fingers in and out of the heated orifice. His jaw gone slack with the wonder of these unexpected actions Lucas boldly added a third finger to the mix. He worked them up into his father’s ass, smearing the lube against Miles’ humid ass walls. Miles opened himself even more for Lucas’ exploration, anticipating the moment when that immeasurable boyhood would claim his fuck-chasm. Eager to be skewered Miles looked over his rounded shoulder at the boy wonder and nodded, “Now, Luke. Fuck Daddy now!” Lucas swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and then brought his huge, bulbous cock head to the well-polished hole. Miles held his breath expectantly, followed quickly by a guttural growl of wicked pleasure and sweet pain when the massive dome snapped into his bunghole. In all his youthful exuberance, matched by inexperience, Lucas didn’t even take pause. He immediately lunged forward, driving his seemingly unending member deep into his father’s rear end. The royal crown hit formerly uncharted spots in Miles’ man hole, causing his blue eyes to bug and his jaw to drop. His mind was delirious from the incredible pressure within him. Just when he didn’t think he could take any more the enormous donkey dong was popping through another chamber in his colon, searching and destroying until the boy’s jumbo-sized eggs were flush up against Miles’ danglers as they hung between the juncture of his quivering legs. Miles felt as though an arm, no, a leg had been planted up in his ass. Panting heavily, he kept clawing at the comforter covering the bed and worked his way through the unbearable pain, doing his fatherly best not to alarm young Lucas. Despite the discomfort, he in no way wanted the boy to stop. He was that determined to be fucked by his hugely-hung son. If he could have seen Lucas’ face he would have been awed by the look of rapture which enveloped the fifteen-year-old. Lucas was astonished by the oven-hot trough throbbing along his big meat. He could hardly believe the hot ass he was buried in belonged to his handsome father. Gosh, it was like a boy’s dream come true! Sticking it to Ollie’s fat, accommodating ass was one thing but the muscle tail on his father was so incredibly warm, tight and sensuous. Luckily for Miles Lucas remained still while he reveled in the pleasure of his daddy’s pussy. But the respite proved to be short lived. Running his hands over Miles’ solidly built body Lucas marveled at the tightly contracted muscles of his smooth back. He thought about his own thin, wiry body and wondered if, with a great deal of effort he, too, could resemble his fuck-dream of a father. Lucas had never before considered himself an equal to the alpha males of the family, secreting himself up in his private sanctuary while they played out their macho games. Embarrassed by his oversized boyhood he had hidden it from almost everyone, sometimes willing it to shrink kadıköy travesti to a more acceptable size. Credit Ollie and all those web viewers with giving him ever-increasing confidence with his abundant package. And now his own father, whose affection he had always desired yet never cultivated, was down on hands and knees before him, hot and heavy for Lucas to lavish him with hungry attention. With his young nuts suddenly burning with desire for this man the teen gave a low whimper, grasped him tightly by his husky sides, pulled his hips back and began to fuck. Devyn struggled to extricate himself from Lombardo’s fuck grasp, but the crafty convict had his strong, hairy arm around the boy’s middle holding him in place. The more Devyn fought, the more Lombardo seemed to like it. The stud’s twelve inches of hell was pounding root deep into the poor teen’s rearranged guts with an ever-increasing fury. Devyn’s tight little ass hurt so badly. Lombardo was a brutal fucker, making Dev’s gang rape in the back of the van seem like a day at the beach. Devyn cried out, bellowed all sort of obscenities, but ‘Bardo remained undeterred. His meaty cock was like a sledge hammer, repeatedly striking into the murkiest depths of young Baldwin’s sloppy bowels. Lombardo’s big hairy, cum-laden balls slapped against Devyn’s smooth perineum with each powerful thrust, sending an added kick to the boy’s gut. Still, Devyn refused to allow his resistance to crumble and give in to the savage fucker. Try as he might to clench his ass cheeks against the onslaught Lombardo’s cock just barreled through. Sweat was already liberally pouring off both of them, Lombardo’s manly drops raining down on Devyn’s milky back. A mighty bull, he hammered forward burying his foot long deep in the smart alek’s backside. Dark, damp hair fell over his brow as he rammed his hard shaft into the kid. His darkly handsome face was set in a frightening grimace, teeth gnashing together. He fucked with a fury, releasing all his long-felt resentment of the over-privileged on the boy. He cared nothing for the discomfort of the teen. His only concern was in taking his kind of sadistic pleasure out on the willful brat. Pain raged through Devyn’s bowels as the wicked truncheon roared through his hot orifice again and again. Groaning wretchedly, he ripped at the bed sheets and violently shook his head from side to side. Tears of frustration and pain leaked from his widely open eyes. What had begun as a sort of game had quickly dissolved into something else entirely. Once he’d seduced the convict into raping him his father was supposed to have come in, acting all pissed off, and break it up. After, of course, they’d gotten enough on video to nail the bastard. But, WHERE THE HELL WAS MILES? Miles was on all fours, big muscular ass cocked up at his son while the biggest dick on the coast plundered his daddy-pussy. Amid groans, shouts and sighs his eyes were fixed on the video screen on the wall in front of him, watching that vile bastard Lombardo violate his youngest boy. It was both disturbing and highly erotic at the same time. It wasn’t clear whether Devyn was play-acting for Lombardo’s benefit or really in discomfort, but the boy was taking that thick ex-con sausage ball’s deep each time. Just as he, Miles, was taking Lucas’ hog. Lucas was in teen-age bliss humping his gargantuan boy-dick deep into his macho father’s guts. The source of his frustration all these years had quickly proved to be the object of desire for the handsome blond man. For all of his young life he’d been an outcast when in actuality he possessed something none of the others had, an obscenely overgrown prick which awed Ollie, his following of webcam viewers and now his own Dad. That which he’d hated most was now injecting him with supreme confidence. A surge of carnal rapture surged through his wiry body as he began increasing the tempo of his wild thrusts, inspired by the appreciative groans coming from the older man. Little Devyn’s on-screen plight became farthest from his mind as he concentrated all his attention on Miles’ muscle-hole. Miles shuddered as all of Lucas roared deep inside him, causing his blue eyes to bulge. He’d never felt anything like it before. Never even imagined being so thoroughly cock stuffed. It was as if Lucas was rearranging his insides and creating an all-new pussy for his personal pleasure. A visit to Doc Schwartz was in Miles’ near future, just to make certain his asshole withheld its burden. Horny old Schwartz would like that: big daddy Baldwin with his feet in stirrups on the examination table, asshole winking and ready for inspection. And Miles knew just which tool the doc would use to make his assessment. Gritting his teeth, Miles jerked his head from side to side, bellowing long and loudly as Lucas continued to thrust his fourteen inch truncheon into his wrecked rectum. Dots of light flashed before his eyes each time the enormous head lodged itself deeper than humanly possible way up in his tight belly. His head was spinning; he was mad with delirium. He now craved the searing pain which came with each plunge of Lucas’ fiery dick. On sudden impulse he wrenched himself free of the boy and threw himself over onto his back. With muscular arms locked under his equally strong legs he held his limbs back and open and snorted, “Fuck me like this boy. I want to look at my beautiful son while he fucks me!” Lucas’ breath caught in his throat for a moment as he heard the desire, the lust and, yes, the love in his father’s raspy voice. Wasting nary a moment he crawled up between the juncture of Miles’ thighs and shoved his monstrous cock into his father’s buttery ass guts. Both Baldwin’s sighed heavily, eyes rolling back in their heads as each felt the individual pleasures of his new position. Miles ran big thick fingers up Lucas’ thin, smooth frame and tweaked his hardened boy-nubs. Removing the boy’s lopsided spectacles he ran his fingers through Lucas’ thick, unruly hair and sighed huskily, “My handsome son!” Beaming with pride, Lucas didn’t resist when Miles cupped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to him. The lips of father and son pressed together for the first time, Miles’ tongue slipping into his mouth and Lucas’ quickly taking the lead. The kiss, which began tenderly, quickly became desperate and wolfish. Lucas’ big cock was churning through Miles’ fuck hollow while their mouths grew hungrier, tongues intertwined in battle and lips bruising lips. Both were oblivious to the action taking place elsewhere in the mansion. Coincidentally, at just about the same time, Lombardo wrestled a squirming Devyn onto his back and mounted him from missionary position. Devyn continued to resist, grabbing fistfuls of the hard-bodied man’s chest hair and swearing like a gutter snipe. Lombardo clamped one strong hand on Devyn’s throat and squeezed. His dark eyes narrowed sinisterly as he effectively cut off the boy’s windpipe, causing little Devyn to choke and sputter. It gave the ex-con perverse pleasure to see the brat’s face slowly turn a ripe shade of purple while his big cock coursed through his boy pussy. Devyn’s smaller hands beat on Lombardo’s wrist, attempting to extricate himself from the cretin’s stranglehold. Satisfied, Lombardo let go before the kid lost consciousness. Clutching Devyn’s thin wrists he pinned the boy’s arms to the bed, raised himself on his toes in plank position over his young, flailing body and fucked with renewed intensity. Lombardo was a savage fucker , ramming his big cock in and out of tight pussy. Devyn felt his asshole being sucked out with each hasty retreat, then quickly punched back in. The heavily veined ridges of ‘Bardo’s destroyer felt like a thick cob of corn coursing along his sensitive insides and chafing his ass lips. The hunky jailbird shoved his cock fully home each time, eliciting a grunt from the manhandled boy. Despite the multiple fuckings he’d taken by Jed and crew Devyn’s young asshole was still good and tight, involuntarily grasping at Lombardo’s battering ram like virgin cunt. Every time it hit that little nut inside him Devyn’s pale body shuddered and he was overtaken by a flush of exotic warmth. Jeez, could it be that he was actually starting to like it? Having long ago given up hope of rescue the unruly rascal quickly weighed his options. Lombardo was much bigger and far too strong to fight, no matter how much he squirmed and struggled. He had practically shouted himself hoarse, so any further outcry was futile. Resisting only made him more uncomfortable and seemed to fuel ‘Bardo’s fuck fury. And, damn, it certainly felt awesome when that big hard, hairy dick collided with that button in his ass. Better to revert to the original plan and pretend for the camera, but submit to the nasty fucker. Instantly detecting when young Baldwin yielded to his domination Lombardo’s black eyes twinkled and his wet lips spread in a sly smile. Devyn played his part well, spitting full on in Lombardo’s face. Momentarily taken aback, ‘Bardo swiped a hand across his mug and then, rising, slapped the brat hard across his creamy face. Devyn’s head snapped to the side. Quickly rebounding, he looked back at his captor with real zeal in his baby blues. “Fuck, yeah! Nice and rough, just like those fuckers the other night! Hit me again, bitch!” And, nostrils flaring, Lombardo did. Hard. Across his other cheek, leaving matching welts on the boy’s face. Devyn purposely tightened his little ass around ‘Bardo’s shaft when the second blow landed, showing his appreciation. Sex should be rough, he reasoned. It’s the way he gave it to McCabe and others and, now, the way he wanted to receive. ‘Bardo was impressed by the boy. Fucking him was different than with sexy Ryan. It was more raw and primal. It was like a rough ‘n tumble jailhouse fuck. He found himself thinking that, when the boy matured in a few years, he could really go for the little monster. Devyn was the type that could never be tamed, something like himself. They would be a perfect fuck match. Despite all his tough boy bravado ‘Bardo’s prick knew that, moment by moment, Devyn was responding to the fuck. As Lombardo slammed in and out of him with brutal force Devyn was being the perfect little whore. The kid really wanted to feel every inch of his steely, vein-gnarled piece but wanted ‘Bardo to believe that he didn’t. Maybe just so the bigger man would fuck all the harder. Clasping his calloused hands around Devyn’s ankles Lombardo pushed them back until feet were practically next to ears, bending the boy like a carnival pretzel. With Dev’s little ass high in the air ‘Bardo rose to a more accessible position and guided his man cock to the pulsing asshole. His shaft glided forward, deeper and deeper bakırköy travesti into the incredibly tight confines of the hot hole until he’d bottomed out. And then, with a pulsing, deep-driving prick he plunged the boy’s vulnerable cunt. Dark eyes sparkled mischievously at the grunts of pain and pleasure he elicited from the twink, spurring him on even more. Gnashing his teeth he really bore down on the wet ass, loins slapping against Devyn’s bottom as he fucked that hole like some kind of wild, uncontrolled animal. Miles panted like a bitch in heat as his son plundered the hell out of his daddy hole. Lucas’ hog was enormous but Miles loved every hard fucking inch of it. He’d always loved his sons, some more than others, but Lucas had fast advanced to the lead of his affections. The fifteen-year-old’s cock was so huge, so thick, that it made Miles feel like his ass was cherry and being broken in for the first time. He panted with lust, whimpered in pain, his body writhed and bucked while his eyes locked on Lukie, the need in them begging for more. Lucas’ tousled hair fell over his forehead, drops of perspiration spraying down onto his father’s handsome face. It felt so incredibly good inside this man, this man who was responsible for his creation. Thrusting his cock in and out of his father’s warm, squirming man hole sent waves of rapture throughout Lucas’ young, highly excited body. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good before! Sinking to the cock root inside his muscular daddy time and again caused him to gasp from sheer ecstasy. With each full thrust Lucas drew closer to the point of release. Redoubling his efforts he fucked with increased intensity, literally plundering Miles’ stretched hole. With breathing gone heavy, his head suddenly spinning and his wiry frame trembling uncontrollably he let out a strangled groan and exploded deep inside his father’s ravaged ass. Highly aroused by both the vision of his boy reaching orgasm and his huge dick expanding even larger with each spurting pulse Miles released his own gusher of cum. Warm, creamy daddy juice shot from the head of his prick, splashing up against Lucas’ chest as the boy bucked and humped over him. Miles could feel his son’s bulbous cock head throbbing way up in his gut as it shot its precious load inside him. The horny teenager kept coming and coming, flooding Miles’ trench long after his own orgasm has subsided. Still quivering from the power of his release Lucas fell atop his father, his chest rising and falling against Miles’ sweaty body. Miles held his boy in the crook of his arm, tenderly brushing wet, unruly hair back from his face. Together they reveled in the aftermath of their heated, torrid sex, hands exploring and Lucas’ whopper still lodged in his father’s asshole. Lucas’ eyes searched his Miles’ face, wondering how he got so lucky to have such a handsome father. Hesitantly he asked, “Do you love me, Dad?” Smiling, Miles took the boy by the back of his head. “Lucas, I have always loved you. Now more so than ever.” And he pressed his lips to those of his son, although the kiss they shared was much more than paternal. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!” little Devyn shouted as Lombardo fucked the cum right out of him. His boy cock erupted like shots from a pistol, blowing scads of cum clear up to his chin. And still Lombardo slammed onward with a brutish force. The boy’s sweat slickened head tossed from side to side on the man’s bed and his little fists clawed at the sheets as his ball bag emptied in the most mind blowing ejaculation of his young life. Lombardo kept on fucking, feeling each contraction of the brat’s orgasm against his hot dick. Big, hairy balls slapped loudly against little Devyn as a familiar rapture began to spiral in Lombardo’s hunky body. He was panting hard, a determined look on his ruggedly handsome face as he slammed his hips back and forth, making Devyn whimper like a wounded puppy. And then he was frantically yanking his cock out of Devyn’s fucked-out hole and climbing over the prone boy to straddle his chest. Fisting his cock he shuddered, his cum hole opened wide and the flood gates opened. Thick, rich man cream bolted from his dick head, the first shot hitting Devyn right below his chin. Before it even had a chance to ooze down his neck the second blast came, bisecting his face and clotting in his blond bangs. ‘Bardo aimed his weapon at the boy’s face, drenching him in convict semen. When the boy parted his lips to object he was aptly rewarded with a mouthful of rich, tasty goo. Lombardo pushed his cock head into Devyn’s gullet and pumped his last few spurts down the boy’s throat. Out of breath and fuck fatigued Lombardo rolled off the twink and lay beside him, hairy chest rising and falling mightily from strenuous, but worthwhile, exertion. Devyn was swearing and sputtering, struggling to extricate himself from the out-of-control situation. Thick seed dripped down his face and burned his eyes. Locating his shredded underwear he used them to wipe his face as best he could. Cum was in his ears, up his nose and in his hair. Quickly, so that Lombardo couldn’t detain him, Devyn bolted for the door. With his boy cock still semi-hard he sounded as menacing as he could muster, “I’m gonna get even with you for this, you fucker. You’ll see!” Lombardo chuckled. With one arm tucked behind his head, he hefted his big dong and said, “Fight me all you want, little Baldwin. I’m the man of this house now.” Devyn swallowed hard, still tasting the big man on his pallet. It sure had been one hell of a good fuck. What happened next was almost—-almost—regrettable. But Devyn wasn’t about to become anyone’s pussy boy. He held control over what he did with his life, body and cock, not Lombardo or anyone else. Consequently, there was room for only one of them in the Baldwin household. And Devyn intended to reign victorious. Early the next morning, with the boys in school and Lombardo away at his daytime job, Miles placed an urgent call to Terrell Johnson, Parole Officer. Johnson arrived at the Baldwin estate within the hour. Having rehearsed this encounter over and over in his mind Miles acted the concerned, distraught parent as he detailed how he’d reviewed security footage and made a shocking discovery. Johnson’s eyes grew wider and wider and his black brow broke out in beads of sweat as he observed the footage of little Devyn being savagely raped by the ex-con. The parolee slapped, beat and choked the innocent looking boy, all while forcibly copulating with him. At one point Miles moved to stop the scene, figuring Johnson had seen enough, but the stocky man insisted he must view it to the end. Miles smiled to himself. Officer Johnson was actually enjoying this a bit too much, as evidenced by the bulge he couldn’t quite hide in his crotch. The black man loosened his tie, muttering “oh, my” and “that scoundrel” as the scene progressed, positively whimpering at the finale. Miles could only imagine the reaction if he’d known what activity father and middle son was engaged in at the time of the “rape.” Some hours later, with the family at home, they came for him. Lombardo had broken parole and would serve out the rest of his time in prison. Johnson expressed concern for the violated child, generously offering his services should Devyn need counseling. Miles politely declined, fairly certain what the middle-aged man had in mind, and reassured him that his son was being well cared for. The last twenty-four hours had taught Miles that his youngest was far from the angel he’d always appeared to be. It was an issue which would need to be addressed. And so, just like that, it was over. Ryan brooded for a few days but more frequent visits to Doc Schwartz kept his problem in check. After his post-Lucas checkup Miles became a regular patient of the doctor himself. Following the life-altering threesome with Lombardo and Ryan Trey began to explore his newfound bisexuality, reconnecting with Chuck Bauer, who he began fucking with regularity. Having always suspected his brother of frolicking with Coach Kowalski Trey threw his own helmet in the ring and soon found himself with equal playing time on the football field. Devyn, of course, went back to his nocturnal visits to the homes of the husbands in town. But he also made a few new “friends”, macho daddies who ate pussy by day and tamed unruly boy butt by night. For Lucas, an entirely new world had opened. Miles was proud to find the boy spending more time in the family gym than locked away in his room. Much to bff Ollie’s disappointment, and that of his many on-line followers, Lucas followed his father’s advice and took down his website. But Ollie had already found favor with the new kid at school, a shy little twink who wasn’t repulsed by the other boy’s girth and the two became fast fuck buddies. When Delia breezed back into town she easily fell for Miles’ fabricated version of Lombardo’s parole violation. Back for only a short time, she was already making plans for a month long holiday to some other continent with, of course, her best “friend.” One day Miles arrived home from his appointment with Schwartz to find her luggage in the foyer. Hearing voices coming from another part of the house he curiously went to investigate. He found his wife in the spacious living room conversing with a stranger. “Darling,” she greeted with a sweep of her arms, “I’m so glad you’re back. I’m in such a dreadful rush. The cab will be here at any moment. I didn’t want to leave without introducing you to the gentlemen I have hired to replace Lombardo. Like Lombardo, he will be occupying the guest room on the lower level. Please see to it that you familiarize him with his duties here, won’t you, dear?” And then, with a peck on his cheek, she was off. The new hire, whose back had been to Miles, turned to face him. Miles’ eyes flared when he first saw the ruggedly attractive man. He was of medium height with a solid, compact body evident under a tight-fitting flannel shirt and loose, worn jeans which boasted a considerable bulge. He had thick longish, dirty blond hair, parted in the center and at least a day’s growth of sexy stubble on his face. In his hands he held a baseball cap, obviously removed to make an impression on the lady of the house. The man stepped forward with a rolling gait, extended his hand and gave a wide smile. Miles took note of one missing molar and a badly chipped front tooth, which somehow gave the man even more sexual allure. His grip was strong and firm, his hand rough and callous from hard labor, causing Miles to feel an inviting tingle in his asshole. “Howdy, Mr. Baldwin,” he greeted with a deep, cheerful voice in what sounded like a backwoods Southern dialect. “Glad to make your acquaintance, sir. Names Jedediah. Jed for short. I’m surely pleased with the opportunity to be working for y’all in such a nice home. An’,” he nodded toward the framed photographs of the Baldwin boys atop the nearby piano, “I surely can’t wait to meet your boys. . .”