Smashwords

I turned the cold water on to full blast. He struggled to get out, but I held him in there. He eventually stopped struggling and gave in, letting me do what I wanted. He looked defeated.

His cock softened and then shriveled from the cold. I turned off the shower and took the chastity device from his hand and got on my knees in front of him. He stood there—still and stoic—as I hooked the plastic loop around the base of his cock and balls, and then assembled the device so his shriveled boy-dick was encased in plastic. To top it all off, I locked the padlock.

I sat back on my heels, admiring it. Looking up at him, I said, “It looks gorgeous on you. It’s perfect.”

He looked down at his caged dick and there was a glimmer in his eyes. Though he appeared defeated and perhaps depressed, I saw the spark of sexual excitement firing within him. He’d probably seen such things on porn and a part of him was curious. Now he was living the real thing.

I stood up and held the keys tight in my hand. “Come on,” I said, “let’s celebrate this.”

“Celebrate how?” he asked.

I reached behind him and stroked his crack, running my fingers over his tight hole. “I can think of a way.”

He made an mmfph sound that clearly signaled his desire. Fucking slut was horny again. I chuckled inwardly—I’d better get used to this because with his dick off limits until further notice, this boy would soon be hornier than he’s ever been before.

I leaned in and kissed along his neck until I reached his ear, then I nibbled on his earlobe. “Turn around,” I whispered.

Immediately, he did so. I pushed on his shoulders and he bent over, holding onto the shower’s grab bar for support. I stepped back a bit to look at his perfect body and his gorgeous ass. Already I was rock hard and I was aching to spew my load in his guts.

“Fuck me,” he begged, half moan, half whimper.

I spat in my hand and brought those slickened fingers to his ass, rubbing his knotted flesh. Despite being balls deep in there too many times to count over the last few days and despite him shoving that giant orange dildo in there, he was always surprisingly tight when I first touched him. But it didn’t take long to work a finger in and follow it up with a second and a third. He might always be tight to start with, but he was always quick to loosen up. He was born to bottom.

Spitting in my hand again, I slicked up my cock.

“You ready for this, boy?” I growled.

“Fuck me, Uncle Bruce. Fuck me.”

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I slid my key into the lock and let myself into the building. Cody wasn’t where I expected him to be; the door opens to the front lobby area with the counter and the cash register. I had fully expected him to be sitting back with his feet up on the counter, playing some game on his phone.

Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I carefully and quietly closed the door and then paused and held my breath, listening for any sound that would indicate where Cody was or even whatever it was that was setting off my spidey-sense. In that moment of utter silence I heard what sounded like the softest of moans.

What a fucking cunt, I thought. Being a guy, I knew what that moan was. Cody was close to orgasm. The boy had closed down the place so he could jerk off. Sympathy for him was now out the window.

I considered storming into the back office where the moan came from, but if I did that, he’d pull up his pants so fast that I wouldn’t catch him and wouldn’t have proof—and I wouldn’t get us going in the right direction if I let him get away with it. So, against my urges, I very quietly made my way toward the back office, determined to be as silent as I could be and fully catch him in the act. Maybe a good shock of embarrassment would help him get his priorities straight.

Silently, I made my way out of the front lobby area and into the tiny hallway beyond that branched off into the shitter, the broom closet, and the back office. Just before I poked my head around the office doorway—and now that I was this close I could hear the heavy breathing that only confirmed my suspicions that Cody was jerking his meat on company time—I heard an unexpected sound.

A groan. Deep and low. Definitely not Cody.

I froze in my tracks. What the actual fuck?

Determined to know what was going on, I peered around the corner.

There were indeed two men. Both buck naked and facing away from me. Cody was bent over the desk, exposing his smooth, hairless ass to the other guy. The other guy was big and brawny, like me, and was maybe even my age, and he was buried balls-deep in my nephew’s ass.