Guidance (closed for ericrodman101) [M/M]

[tamgreen]

For a few moments, Toby actually felt like crying. He'd never had a problem keeping his composure around bullies before, but he felt like he'd become a different person since he'd had Gerry in his life. Having a little happiness and caring had done wonders for him, but it also made him vulnerable in a way he hadn't been before. He felt like he'd been knocked down several pegs, stomped right back down to earth, back into the dirt with all the other filth. He was just a thing to be used and abused, and Gerry couldn't do anything about it.

Toby stared at the cock that was aimed at his mouth, hard as a steel rod. Despite everything, he was actually salivating a little. He glanced at Gerry again, evaluating his expression. The old man didn't just look helpless now - there was something in his eyes that was intriguing. Was Gerry actually... enjoying this, on some level?

Out of nowhere, Toby felt exhilarated, even a little turned on. He still felt filthy and used, but now it was all wrapped up in a strange sort of excitement, and even stranger, his adoration for Gerry came into sharp focus. He knew then that he would do anything for Gerry. Any damn filthy thing.

"I love you," he mouthed silently in Gerry's direction before turning to open wide for the cop, immediately sealing his lips around that fat cock and sucking like he meant it.

 

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Gerry watched, silently, in awe, as Toby sat still, on his knees and addressed Forrester's cock, hard and straight, pointing at his face, inches from his mouth. He guessed the cop was just a pervert and a bully, who chanced upon opportunities to use young guys. Had he and Toby actually been seen at the canal? Or had Forrester been following them, observing them, waiting for his chance. No, it must have been at the canal. Forrester had said so. The location wasn't just a fluke. But where had the cop been hiding? Gerry thought they'd been careful, just not careful enough. Jesus!

Was Toby salivating? Gerry had wondered if the kid would cry. Or simply refuse, and try to escape. But no. The 18 year old was sizing Forrester up. Addressing this new cock like he'd addressed Gerry's maybe. Just another cock to be sucked and drained like all the others that Gerry now imagined Toby had sucked before his.

Then, as Toby leaned down until his lips were millimetres from the glistening cock head, the kid turned and looked at Gerry, mouthing something. It was brief, just a twitch of the lips. But Gerry saw. Read it. 'I love you'. How could you Toby, Gerry thought? Love? Really? Is that what this thing between us is?

And then Toby opened his mouth and took Forrester inside him, leaving Gerry to try to think about love and watch another guy being sucked by this crazy kid, at the same time.

 

[tamgreen]

It was all for Gerry. Toby was doing it all for Gerry, and he desperately hoped he was doing well - not to give the cop pleasure, but to save them both from danger, and, if he was right about that look on the old man's face, to give Gerry a nice show.

He glanced up, curiously watching Forrester's face as he took him, inch by inch, going as deep as he could bear without violently gagging. He tried to suck hard between swirling his tongue around, hoping he wouldn't take too long to cum.

Soon the cop was grabbing him by the hair and fucking his face. Toby furrowed his brow and just tried to relax into it, letting the guy take his pleasure.

That's right, you sonovabitch. Fuck me good. Empty your balls. Get off, and get the fuck out of here.

 

[ericrodman101]

'I love you.' The words Gerry had read on Toby's lips distracted him, even as the kid sucked Forrester's cop, on his knees in the dim shed. Love....the two of them....teacher and student...53 and 18...Jesus!

When the daydream faded, Gerry realised that the cop was going hard, grabbing Toby's hair, fucking the kid's face, pumping, the entire length of his cop disappearing into Toby's mouth. This was no gentle, opportunistic chance taken, but a full-on, hard, deep fuck. Forrester was either letting himself go, or was a seasoned abuser. Even as Gerry watched Toby grimace and frown, fighting hard not to gag or puke, but relax and let the cop have his pleasure, he kept wondering where this whole relationship might lead, especially now it was complicated by being discovered.

Or maybe Forrester would fuck Toby and leave them alone. Was that possible? Probable? Who could tell?

 

[tamgreen]

Toby was starting to really struggle. He was still new at this, and as much as he wanted to be an expert, wanting wasn't going to get him there - it would take more than a couple of practices. Forrester was treating him like a pornstar seasoned at taking monster cocks down his esophagus all week long. He pushed at the cop's thighs to try to get him to ease off, but Forrester stood firm and just kept fucking.

Left with no recourse, Toby finally bit down on the man's shaft - not enough to cause real harm, but certainly enough to send a strong message.

"Hey!" Forrester barked, yanking back on Toby's hair until he was out. Toby coughed and gagged, struggling to find his breath again.

"You little punk - how fucking dare you?"

"How dare I?" Toby shot back hoarsely. "You're choking me half to death, asshole - maybe don't do that if you don't wanna fucking get bitten!"

 

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"Is the little fuck always like this, Metzler?" Forrester rubbed his cock, turning angrily to Gerry who was standing mute. Toby looked up from his kneeling position with equal disdain. Gerry looked meekly from one angry face to the other, wondering if he could get away without replying.

"You're hot little kiddie fuck just bit me, Metzler." Forrester flailed at Toby's head, his palm paddling against the 18 year old's hair. "All because he can't take a grown man's cock. Maybe Uncle Gerry here is small, eh boy? Big Uncle Gerry with the tiny cock. Yeah?"

The cop had Toby's head tight between his hands now, holding the kid still.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up, open your mouth and learn how to suck a real cock?" He turned to Gerry. "And you Metzler. Why don't you hold him still for me? If you know what's good for you..."

 

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Toby winced and squirmed as the cop roughed him up a little. The cop's grip on him made it hard for him to keep an eye on Gerry. He wanted to follow Gerry's lead here as much as he could, despite the fact that Forrester was clearly in charge, and so far, Gerry seemed to be pretty much paralyzed.

"He... he's more of a man than you are!" Toby forced out, and grunted as the cop's grip on his skull tightened.

"Gerry!" he cried out, reaching out a hand to the older man, silently begging him to do something - anything - whether it was standing up to this crooked cop, or doing what the guy was asking for so they could get this over with.

 

[ericrodman101]

Forrester held Toby's head tight, his stiff cock brushing the boy's lips.

"Go on," he said. "Cry out for Uncle Gerry. And bite me again, kid, and....you won't know what's fucking hit you."

Gerry saw the cop smile.

"I said 'hold him' Metzler. Hold his mouth open so I can face fuck the little boy slut properly. I want to feel my cock in the top of his fucking throat. Hold him!"

Gerry looked at Toby, expressionless, he hoped. He opened his mouth to speak, to reassure the boy, but no words came out. It was just a face fuck. He'd done it to Toby. Toby had done it to him. So the cop was a little rough. And Toby wasn't really consenting. Was he?

"Metzler. Stand behind him and put your fucking fingers inside the little slut's mouth. You know what I want. Hold his fucking teeth open. Now!"

 

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Toby watched Gerry, still trying to figure the guy out. Why wasn't he doing anything, saying anything? Did the guy need his permission to help the cop violate him? Was that what that bulge in his pants meant?

If Gerry would get off on watching his boy be used by other dicks, by god Toby would just have to get on board. What was a cunt for?

His outstretched hand beckoned Gerry to come.

Come on, old man. Do what the fucker says. You know what he wants. You know what you want. Fucking do it.

Gerry finally moved. He felt the older man's fingers enter his mouth, pulling his jaw open, and in went the cop's hard cock, going right for his throat.

Toby shut his eyes, even as tears streamed from their edges. This was what it felt like to be used, really used. Now that Gerry was behind him, gripping him, it felt more complete. He felt like a tool or a toy, literally in Gerry's hands, a thing to be fucked, and it was painful and disgusting and somehow glorious. One of his hands strayed back, finding Gerry's calf and idly caressing it while he choked on a stranger's cock.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry was torn. He'd never imagined himself in this situation, being coerced to fuck a student, even one he'd fucked willingly and longed to fuck again. But somehow the situation wasn't fazing Toby which just led Gerry to wonder how much rough fucking Toby had endured before they met. Or if there was another reason the kid seemed happy to comply with Forrester.

The look on Toby's face seemed to be giving Gerry the come on. And Forrester continued to look threatening. The cop held the whip hand, Gerry knew. And if Toby was an experienced boy whore then another rough fuck was all in a day's work. Perhaps...

Besides, the cop's actions and talk, and Toby's compliance, had Gerry's cock rock hard inside his trousers. Rock hard again and it was still before midday.

Toby beckoned him now. On his knees, the cop holding his head. The kid stretched out his hand to Gerry as if to say 'let's do this' or 'I want to do this' or...what the fuck? Gerry stepped behind Toby and reached his hands round, forcing his fingers into the 18 year old's mouth, prising his teeth apart, imagining the insane forced grin which Toby presented to Forrester's cock.

The cop smiled, his eyes meeting Gerry's for a moment before dropping down to where he was plunging his cock into Toby's gaping mouth. Gerry could feel Forrester's cock sliding against his fingers, and Toby struggling against the oral invasion, the kid's head bucking against Gerry as the cop pushed into him hard. It was rough and brutal, but arousing. The back of Toby's head was pushing against Gerry's cock. The teacher found himself adjusting his stance so that Toby pushed against him in just the right place. Mmmmm....he felt his eyes closing to better enjoy the ecstasy even as Forrester coughed and spluttered and cursed in his face.

And then there was a hand, Toby's hand, reaching round to stroke Gerry's calf. The kid was enjoying this, Gerry thought. Enjoying having his mouth brutally fucked by a stranger. Happy to sit there and be raped essentially, while Gerry frotted against the back of his head, and still able to stroke Gerry's leg. Jesus Toby....fucking Jesus...

 

[tamgreen]

Toby couldn't help but be aware of Gerry's hardening cock behind him. Gerry was basically humping his skull while he held him in place for the cop to throat fuck him. What a twisted, fucked up man this Gerry Metzler had turned out to be. But maybe that made it perfect, because Toby was one twisted, fucked up boy.

Drool poured down his chin, tears down his cheeks. Unlike the two men, his cock was totally soft - he was in pain, and could hardly breathe - but this didn't mean no part of him was aroused. There were many different levels to this experience, just as there had been to the rough fuck he'd given Gerry over the hood of the car. On the surface, it was brutal, visceral, agonizing; but beneath, some poorly understood part of the teen was being deeply satisfied. He needed this. Maybe even wanted it.

Still, there were limits. His throat and jaw were screaming for a break, and he worried he might pass out if he couldn't get a breath soon. He tried to focus all his awareness on Gerry's cock pressing against the back of his head. He leaned back harder to try to give his Daddy more pleasure, because that was everything. He was still reaching his limit. His nose had clogged, and face had turned a worrying shade of scarlet. He reached forward and started pushing hard at Forrester, his throat emitting guttural grunts of protest.

 

[ericrodman101]

In their current position, Gerry found that to both hold Toby's teeth open and to keep his swollen cock against the back of the kid's head, his face was almost in Forrester's as the cop fucked the 18 year old's mouth. Forrester didn't seem to mind. If anything, he hardly seemed to notice Gerry was standing there, inches away. The cop kept his eyes shut mostly, thrusting himself into Toby's mouth, his grunting and coughing as loud as the kid's choking and gagging.

Gerry was hard and aroused, as much in lustful horror as anything remotely sensual. This was the type of porn scenario he loved jacking off to - two daddies fucking a twink. But finding himself actually doing it had caught him a little unprepared. Should he talk to Forrester as well as assist him with Toby's mouth? Should he try to kiss him? For the most part, Gerry looked away, across the cop's shoulder, their heads nearly touching. It might be nice to kiss Forrester, feel each other's tongues and lips, get breathless while the kid's head, spiked on Forrester's cock, bobbed between them.

And there was Toby to think about too. Gerry knew the kid was taking a pounding. Forrester was brutal, ripping into the 18 year old without regard to his pleasure and comfort. Gerry found it horrifying and deeply arousing, imagining that once Forrester had cum it would be his turn to fuck Toby's mouth.

The teacher was wondering if should ask Forrester what he planned, when the cop withdrew, his long red cock suddenly in the air in front of Toby's face, the kid gagging and spitting great globs of mucus everywhere.

"Flip him over," the cop said. "Get on your back, punk!" And then to Gerry again, "You hold his legs up for me."

 

[tamgreen]

When the cock pulled free of his mouth, Gerry's grip on him also left, and he immediately slumped over, choking, coughing, and gagging. His face was bright red and streaked with tears, snot, and spit. He was relieved to get a momentary break, but it was obvious the cop wasn't the merciful type - Toby wasn't at all surprised when Forrester ordered him onto his back. He knew what was coming next.

He turned to Gerry, falling into Daddy's arms, but Daddy was only grabbing hold of him to do what the cop asked. Toby tried to keep his eyes and his mind on Gerry. That was the only way he would get through this. Forrester wasn't going to be any gentler with his ass than he was with his face, but he wasn't going to protest, and he wasn't going to fight. He loved Gerry - he was sure of that now. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for his Daddy.

Toby moved where he was guided, lying back on the couch with his bum up on the arm to keep it raised, his legs up in the air and held by Gerry. Pliable as a sex doll, he stayed in place and breathed deeply, still gazing up at Gerry as he braced himself for what was coming.

 

[ericrodman101]

Once Toby was on his back and Gerry had his legs in the air, Forrester stopped talking. The cop bent down and inspected the kid's asshole, spitting into his hands and rubbing the goo in deep and hard. Gerry looked down into Toby's face, nodding sympathetically. The older man knew what was about to happen and that there was nothing either of them could do. It was going to be hard, brutal and painful, but Forrester had them both where he wanted them now, powerless and compliant. Gerry wondered why he hadn't asked to swap earlier, let Toby go and allow Forrester to rape him. But that wasn't what the cop wanted. Obviously. He wanted a twink. He wanted Toby. To take him. Use him. Despoil him. Bend the 18 year old to his will. Take out whatever frustrations and desires and hatreds were inside him by violating a boy.

For all the pain and hurt he felt, it aroused Gerry. Having frotted his cock against the back of Toby's head, he was now painfully confined. At the risk of annoying the cop, Gerry freed one hand, undid his zip and fetched his cock out. It sprang to attention as he grabbed Toby's leg again, hard and straight. How many times was that on a single morning? Gerry couldn't help but smile, down at Toby where the kid's face was slick with snot and spit and precum. And even as Gerry wondered if he could get his cock into Toby's mouth at that angle in the cramped space, Forrester jammed his cock into the boy's ass, hard and rough, mercilessly, to the hilt, calling out 'fuck you punk' as he did so.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby's wet eyes followed Gerry's movements closely, and for a few moments, he seemed actually cheered, looking up at his Daddy's big cock, practically defying biology by getting hard again. He was trapped between two older men who were hard for him, and that wasn't so bad.

At least, it seemed alright until the cop entered him all at once, spitefully, cursing him, and Toby nearly screamed. He definitely would have if he hadn't stifled himself with a balled fist just in time. He was smart enough not to be too loud - the last thing they needed was some concerned neighbours sending more cops marching in here.

Toby just sobbed quietly into his hand as Forrester stabbed his hard cock into his tender ass repeatedly, furiously, as if he meant to split him in two. The pain was excruciating, but through it all, the teen was coming to terms with a strange truth. It felt satisfying to cry. It felt right to be used. It even felt good, in a way, to hurt. It wasn't the kind of pleasure that made his cock hard - he remained soft throughout the ordeal - but it was a deeper kind, soul-deep. He didn't know what this meant about him except that he was born to be a boycunt.

Gritting his teeth through the seething pain in his ass, he reached up with his free hand and took hold of Gerry's cock, not to jerk him off, but as a comfort, as a tot might grab hold of a security blanket. He wanted to touch Gerry and assure himself that Daddy was here.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry tried hard not to look at Forrester as he fucked Toby, grunting obscenely. The cop had his eyes shut most of the time anyway. Which surprised Gerry a little. So much of the pleasure of fucking for him was visual, like watching porn, the cock engaging the hole, the flesh stretching and puckering, the fluids seeping, the face changing from surprise to pain to ecstasy, the cum pulsing across whatever part of the body it was aimed at.

So he looked down at Toby, on his back, legs in the air, the pain of the fuck on his 18 year old face like the worst hurt he'd ever suffered. Was it? The worst hurt? For a street kid? No. Painful for sure. But not hurt like being rejected and neglected and cast aside.

The kid was sobbing. Quietly. Not histrionically. Into his hand. Hurting inside. Gerry's heart melted even as his cock hardened and Forrester's assault continued relentlessly. He cursed himself becoming aroused at Forrester's rage and Toby's torment. What did it say about him, the caring one, the counsellor, Toby's lover, to be so utterly and shamelessly turned on by this violence?

And as he daydreamed, he felt a hand on his cock. Not a sexual touch although the soft flesh on his rigid cock sent a jolt through his body. Gerry opened his eyes. Toby was holding him. Lightly. Extending his fingers daintily around the shaft. The two of them, locked together in the face of the cop, bent on his uncontained pleasure and their mutual destruction.

Gerry smiled down at the boy, even as he held Toby's legs apart so that Forrester could enter him.

'It's just us,' he thought. 'Just you and me, Toby.'

"You and me," Gerry whispered, smiling and nodding as gently as he could so that only the boy could see, he hoped.

 

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Toby gnawed on his fist and continued to stare desperately up at Gerry. He held onto that gaze, and to Gerry's cock, needing his Daddy to be here for him now, more than ever. Like a child having to endure a painful procedure, needing a parent to stay close and assure him he was a good boy, a brave boy, and that everything would be okay soon, he clung to Gerry, trying and failing to hold back tears.

The softly whispered words reached deep down into him, giving him what he needed to hear. He nodded back, smiling through the pain.

"You and me," he mouthed back, making no sound between the half stifled whimpers.

His grip tightened around Gerry's cock, not with the intent to pleasure him, but just as a reflex as the pounding only grew more brutal. He sucked in a few sharp breaths through his clenched teeth, powering through it, and hoping that the increase in intensity meant the cop was close to cumming.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry sensed Forrester was close to cumming. The cop was slamming into Toby hard and rapid, obviously climaxing. The kid was breathing hard too, sucking in air and holding it, then exhaling in a gush.

"Hang in there, kiddo," Gerry said, surprised he'd spoken out loud. He looked at the cop, worried that anything he might say would upset him. But Forrester eyes were tight shut. Toby, on the other hand, looked up at him, clearly in discomfort, if not outright pain. Gerry wanted to promise the 18 year old this would never happen again. But how could he when Forrester had blown their cover? The idea of a future blighted by this evil man flashed through his head, and thoughts of how to avoid him, whether to leave town or...do what?

Gerry thought Forrester was so close that cumming insider Toby was inevitable. But without warning, the cop pulled his cock free then bent down and wrenched Toby upright, hands in the boy's armpits. Gerry let go Toby's legs, feeling the kid wince in pain at being bent around. The cop held Toby's head up close to his throbbing glazed knob, ready to unload across the boy's face. Gerry swooned at how unsullied Toby looked, a gentle innocent fallen into some sort of hell, about to be violated again. And yet, at the same time he wrestled with his own arousal, anticipating Forrester's discharge and Toby's receiving the facial. He bent down, his mouth against Toby's ear, Forrester's cock pulsing only inches away.

"Just do it," he said, realising Toby was still holding Gerry's cock in spite of everything. "Do it for me. Make him happy and he'll go away."

 

[tamgreen]

Toby hung onto the encouragement Gerry offered him, but he made a squealing noise of discomfort when Forrester pulled out unexpectedly. For a few moments, the pain was worse than ever, but before he was able to exhale a sigh of relief, the cop was pulling him up, and he squealed again.

Just do it. Do it for me.

Once again, Gerry kept him grounded. Despite the mess of his face and the pain in his ass, he longed to do anything, everything, for his lover, and agreed to make Forrester happy - not just because he wanted the cop to go away, which he did, but because he wanted to make Gerry happy by extension.

Still holding onto Gerry's shaft, he grabbed hold of Forrester's. A hard cock in each hand. He savoured the moment briefly before tugging at the cop, trying to jerk him off. Or did he expect Toby to suck him. Ass to mouth - was that what Forrester wanted to subject him to? Well, Toby wasn't about to back down. He furrowed his brow and went in, sloppily sucking the fat tip of the cop's dick while he continued to stroke the base, until he knew the cop was on the brink. He felt the man's hand pull him back by the hair then, and he closed his eyes just in time to avoid getting a blast of cum in them.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry marveled at what he was watching and experiencing. Toby was on his knees, a cock in both hands, breathing deeply, but happy enough, it seemed to the older man. Had it been him who'd been treated like this, fucked hard by the cop, and aided and abetted by his lover, Gerry imagined curling up into a ball and crying. But Toby was still going, trying to jerk Forrester off. And maybe Gerry too if the grip on his cock was anything to go by. How his tight little teenage ass must hurt, Gerry thought. And his mouth, the back of his throat where Forrester had reamed the kid with no regard for his comfort.

The resilience of youth, Gerry pondered, watching the 18 year old square up to the angry cock, slick with ass fluids, pulsing in his face. Ass to mouth. Is that why Toby hesitated? Yes? But they'd had ass to mouth. Surely. It was hard for Gerry to remember all the things he and Toby had actually done in their whirlwind of fucking. Ass to mouth....yeah...Gerry felt the precum seeping from his own cock as Toby opened his mouth and licked the goo from Forrester's cock tip.

Suck it, Gerry willed. Suck him off, good and deep....

But Forrester pulled Toby's hair, the kid's head bending back roughly. Gerry saw Toby shut his eyes reflexively just as Forrester came, a torrent of semen spraying onto his upturned face.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby winced, held in place with that savage grip, his face soon splattered with hot goo. There - he had done it! It was over. Please, god, let it be over. He was proud of himself and maybe even a little excited in a crass sort of way, but he absolutely could not take anymore, and he was genuinely afraid the cop could do something to hurt Gerry. He wanted this to be enough. He was desperate to be enough. Enough for Daddy.

The moment Forrester released his grip on him, Toby let go of both cocks and fell back on the couch, pulling in rapid, shaky breaths. He squirmed and groaned at the pain in his ass, making no move to clean the mess off of his face.

"Are you happy?" he husked, and it was impossible to tell which of them he was asking.

A moment later, he started to softly sob, lines of tears cutting through the white mess on his cheeks.

 

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Are you happy?" Toby asked, writhing and squirming in pain from what Forrester had done to his ass. Gerry felt Toby's hand release his cock as the boy fell back onto the sofa.

Happy? Gerry asked himself. Not happy, but...hard...and hard made him happy. He watched Toby sob, torn for a moment, wanting to punch Forrester as hard as he could. Toby lay back, tears and cum mixing on his flushed cheeks.

"You wanna turn?"

Gerry looked about, almost surprised that the cop was addressing him.

"Your turn, Metzler. He's your fucktoy, and a hot little fucktoy he is. So your turn. I'll hold him still for you."

Gerry watched as the cop walked behind Toby's head and held it tight between his hands, his cock still hard, a ribbon of cum leaking down into Toby's hair. Gerry tried not to look down between Toby's legs. He knew what was there. The kid's ravaged asshole, gaping, leaking, red raw. Gerry was still sore from Toby's gentler fucking earlier. He had no doubt how Toby was feeling after Forrester's excess.

He looked hard into the 18 year old's eyes, taking his cock in his hand, wringing himself to another orgasm. Am I happy, Toby? Was there a hint of resignation in Toby's face? The pulse of semen overwhelmed any thoughts Gerry had to analyse the situation. He wanted to cum again, hard and fast. Metzler was smiling, urging him on with his cruel eyes. He wanted to cum on Toby's face....

 

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Toby wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist, but he didn't realize how sweaty he was - the salt just stung his eyes and made them blurrier. He blinked several times and squinted at both men.

Your turn, Metzler. I'll hold him still for you.

Toby squirmed and groaned - surely Gerry wouldn't fuck him, not now! He definitely couldn't handle that, there was no way. He'd scream bloody murder.

But Gerry wasn't moving to fuck him, and Forrester was only holding his face. Gerry stood there, jerking himself rapidly, obviously very close to climax. Toby knew him well enough now to know when he was about to cum.

Toby wasn't sure how to feel. He'd made his peace with being a fucktoy, a boycunt, a thing to be used, but the expression on his exhausted, tear-and-cum-streaked face seemed to say, Really? You're going to do this to me too?

Again, he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid getting them blasted by the load he knew was about to come at him.

 

[ericrodman101]

Toby looked back at him tearfully as Gerry unloaded on the kid's face. As the older man sprayed his seed into Toby's eyes, in his head the fog of the whole morning seemed to resolve into something which made sense. Toby was his fucktoy. He was Toby's daddy. Fucktoys were here to serve daddies and daddies to use fucktoys. Forrester was a monster for sure, but a monster who knew what he was about and how the world worked. Maybe that's where he and Toby had gone wrong. All this toing and froing about who who they were and what they were about.

No, Gerry was the teacher, the mature guy, the top, the alpha male. And Toby the opposite. It made sense. A way forward. Even as the first strong pulses of cum subsided into a satisfying dribble, Gerry felt easier about the relationship.

"Good fucking job, Metzler," Forrester said. Gerry looked down. Toby had his eyes squeezed shut. His cum mixed with the cop's and sluiced down the kid's face, round his nose, over his lips, dripping off his chin onto his chest. "We did this, Metzler. You and me. Fuck!"

Holding tight to his cock, Gerry looked back at Forrester. The cop grinned, reached out a finger, scooped semen from under Toby's nose and relayed it back to his mouth where he sucked greedily. Then their eyes still fixed on each other, the cop scooped up a second load and reached across to feed it to Gerry. For a moment he baulked. What the fuck? But his old timidity crept back. Defying a cop? Where would that lead? Gerry opened his mouth dutifully and let Forrester feed him the semen cocktail. Metzler smiled triumphally. Gerry knew that for all his resolve of a moment ago, he was really as much a toy as Toby, a weak, irresolute dummy for a monster like Forrester, to use and manipulate. And if this was how far he'd descended in a few short minutes in Forrester's company, he shuddered to think what might happen next.

"Good job, Metzler," the cop said again, taking his hand from Gerry's mouth and wiping it on his flank. "I'll get going then." Gerry stood mute as Forrester dressed, Toby lying prone beneath him. "See you sad fuckers another time," he said, opening the door of the shed and stepping outside.

 

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Utterly drained, Toby lay numbly on the couch in silence for a minute or two. Gerry wasn't saying anything, and neither was he. After a while, he reached up to scrape the worst of the goop off of his face with the edge of his hand. He looked at it and grimaced. He had no desire to put it in his mouth now - it was a congealed mess. He wiped it off on the couch cushion and finally glanced up at Gerry.

"Good job, Metzler," he hissed, sardonically echoing the cop's words. He tried to push himself up, but just ended up moaning in pain and collapsing again, mostly on his front. He glared at Gerry through teary eyes.

"Is this who you are now? Is this what I am? Guess you've done your job - guided me real well. Helped me find my purpose in life. Was I ever meant to be anything but a whore?"

He burst into sobs and wrapped his arms around his head, muffling himself and shutting Gerry out.