Chapter 4

T hings seemed to fall in place easy enough over the next few weeks. The boys resumed their normal routine—school together in the mornings, hanging out together and studying in the evenings. The only difference now was that sometimes, Cory would find himself either on his knees or his back when Derek or Nic required his "services."

Blowjobs at school were not uncommon, one of the boys hustling Cory into a bathroom or other spot where they could get some privacy. Cory's oral skills had improved greatly after so much practice, and he now felt fairly adept in his ability to swallow down cock. His gag reflex was still a bit of a problem, but it really only affected him these days when Nic or Derek really wanted to fuck his face, and he found that he didn't mind it that much anyway.

Cory's other hole had gotten its own fair share of training as well. It hadn't happened at school yet, and Cory hoped it would stay that way. As hot as it was to think about, he had learned multiple times over the previous week just how … involved getting fucked could be. He wasn't sure how it had happened, but that night at the cabin was a total fluke. Between the lube, the stretching, figuring out positions, finding places to even do it, and oh god the mess , it almost wasn't worth it.

(It was definitely worth it.)

That last problem though… Derek had sat him down and had a borderline traumatic discussion with Cory last week that still made him shudder.

"What's this?" Cory looked at the box Derek had pulled from his bag and tossed to him.

"That," Derek began what was sure to be a fun talk, "is an enema kit."

"What?" Cory's face felt like it was on fire.

"Hey, I don't wanna talk about this anymore than you do, but we gotta." Derek switched to a softer tone. "So let's not make this worse than it has to be, okay, boy?"

"…Yes, sir."

"Okay, well, the last few times you've gotten fucked we've had to stop to…" Awkward pause. "…clean up, and we can all agree that's not something any of us wants to deal with, right?"

Cory nodded, tight-lipped. Derek was right. He already felt completely mortified at the memories. It didn't just kill the mood; it made even hanging out the rest of the night feel weird. Last time, Nic hadn't even waited until he got out of the shower to leave.

"Well, if you use one of these beforehand, we can hopefully prevent that." Derek nodded to the box in Cory's hands.

"…Do I have to?" Cory already knew the answer.

"You already know the answer."

"Yes, sir…"

"So, I think you should practice with that one," Derek instructed. "After I leave. Read the box and follow the instructions. Then when you're done, take your ass for a test run."

" Seriously? " Cory nearly squawked at that. "What? You want me to use my dildo or something?"

"I didn't know you actually had a dildo until just now." Derek raised an eyebrow at his response. "But yeah, that'll work."

"Please just go, sir, and leave me here to die of embarrassment." Cory buried his face in his hands.

"You'll be fine, boy." Derek laughed and ruffled his hair. "Text me later and let me know how it went, okay?"

Cory got up and walked Derek out before returning to his room. He briefly thought about just crawling into bed and going to sleep early. But he knew Derek was expecting a text later, and he didn't want to disappoint…

With a sigh, he grabbed the enema box and walked to the bathroom. He opened the box and read the instructions as he pulled out its contents. It all seemed pretty self-explanatory, but when sticking things in your ass, better to be safe than sorry. He still had a couple of hours before his mom would be home, and the last thing he needed was her asking questions about why he was on the toilet all night.

Still, no matter how many times he read through the box, nothing would adequately prepare him for bending over on the floor of his bathroom while he emptied this thing up his ass. Oh god, it felt so weird. And even weirder when he had to stand up and move onto the toilet after a few minutes.

It took a few tries before Cory really felt like he got the hang of it, whatever the hell that meant. Then he found out he was still wrong about that when he tried to use his toy the first time. By the time his mom was walking through the door, Cory barely had time to return his freshly cleaned dildo to its normal hiding space after finally having successful test run per Derek's instruction.

He left out a lot of details when he texted later that night. "Traumatic" was probably a strong word, but the event had certainly left an impression on Cory. But once he started including cleaning out as a part of his hygiene routine when seeing the boys, everyone saw the benefits. Nic and Derek were certainly taking advantage, making sure to give Cory a heads up if they were planning on using his ass that day.

Tonight was just such a night. Cory wasn't sure what they were going to be doing, but Derek had told him earlier at school to "prepare" for things and to plan on being busy most of the night. Neither he nor Nic would give him any more info when pressed. Normally, that would make him nervous, but lately, Cory had been learning to let things go and trust his friends-turned-owners. Things had been working out well so far, right?

Nic said they'd be there around 7 p.m. to pick him up, which gave Cory plenty of time to take care of some school work before hopping in the shower to clean himself, inside and out. Derek had said they'd be out late, though nothing crazy, so Cory let his mom know when she got home. By the time Nic was knocking on his door a couple of hours later, Cory had just thrown on a t-shirt and was ready to go.

"Cool, let's head out." Nic was pleased to see Cory was ready. "Hi Ms. S." He waved to Cory's mom. "We'll have him back at a reasonable hour."

Cory rolled his eyes as they walked to Derek's waiting car. Like staying out late was the thing to be worried about. Derek got in the passenger seat while Cory took his usual seat in the back.

"So… Where are we headed, sir?" Cory posed his question to either boy as Derek pulled out of the parking lot.

"Told you it's a surprise, boy." Derek met his eyes in the rearview mirror. "Just be patient."

"Yeah, you're gonna love it," added Nic.

Cory figured he wasn't going to be getting any more questions answered and resigned himself to staring out the window. Derek pulled the car onto the highway; it seemed they were headed out of town for the night.

The boys fell into a comfortable silence, the music playing softly as they pointed out the occasional weird billboard. They didn't go far, just one town over to Lakefield. It was only about an hour drive from their home in Hartford, Florida, but Cory texted his mom that he might be out late just in case.

Cory had been to Lakefield a few times over the years. It was a little quieter than home but not by much. It wasn't unheard of for Derek or Nic to hear of a good house party and drag Cory along. Cory didn't know the place well enough to know where they were going, but it became apparent when Derek rolled his car into the parking space in front of a particular storefront.

"Good Vibrations" proclaimed the sign. A little on the nose, but it served its purpose.

"We're going to a sex toy shop?" Cory asked aloud.

"Surprise," Nic answered. "We figured if we wanted to get any ‘training implements,' it would be better to do it here instead of Hartford. No one here knows us."

That was smart reasoning. Cory remembered buying his toy online… The anxiety of having to check the mail before his mom got home, just in case the packaging gave anything away or she got nosy and opened it herself. Just the thought made Cory shudder.

"You coming, boy?" Derek and Nic were waiting for him on the sidewalk.

Cory shook off the thoughts of his mother and opened the car door to join them. Derek led the way into the shop. Rock music played softly over the store's speakers, and the faint scent of leather was in the air.

"Can I please see your IDs, boys?" a girl seated behind a counter by the door called them over.

Her hair was dyed red and black, and she wore a very revealing low-cut top. As they presented their IDs, Nic couldn't stop staring at her tits. If she noticed, she didn't seem to mind.

"Oooooo, fresh meat," she giggled before handing back the cards. "Daddy Carl's gonna like you. Have fun, boys!"

The boys pocketed their IDs and moved through a doorway onto the main floor of the store. It was sparsely populated, which was probably normal for a Tuesday night. The room was big—there was even a staircase leading to a second floor—and there were racks of clothing from wall to wall. Well, clothing was a strong word… These were more like costumes. Derek walked over and began looking through them, pointing out the stereotypical "sexy nurse" costume he found.

"Who the hell is Daddy Carl?" Nic asked no one in particular.

Cory tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to an upstairs balcony where a large bear of a man was talking to a couple of women who looked very excited about purchasing whatever it was they were holding. He looked tall, taller than any of the boys, and he had a large barrel of a chest underneath a t-shirt and leather vest he had on. A full beard, shaved head, and leather gloves rounded out the rest of his outfit.

"I'm guessing it's him," Cory reasoned. "He looks like a daddy if I ever saw one."

"And you would know, right?" Nic teased but was still staring at Daddy Carl. The older man must have felt the eyes on him because a second later, he turned and met Nic's gaze. Nic looked away quickly, blushing, though he wasn't sure why. Luckily a side room with wall-to-wall porn DVDs caught his eye next. He headed inside wordlessly.

That left Cory with Derek, who was still perusing the racks. Most of the costumes seemed to be for women—there were even some that were nothing but lingerie—but there were a few things for men, like a cop or Tarzan. Nothing Cory would want to wear though.

"So, sir," Cory asked as he looked through the racks with Derek, "why a sex store?"

"Well, your little revelation the other night about your toy got me thinking." Derek smirked without looking up. "A place like this would have all kinds of useful stuff to help with your ‘training.'"

Cory wanted to roll his eyes at the word "training," as if this wasn't just as much about the two of them getting all the blowjobs they wanted, but he managed to restrain himself. "Useful stuff like what, sir?"

"Well, for starters," Derek led Cory to a rack with men's underwear—notably, a lot of jockstraps—and thumbed through a few, "we should probably get you up a few more of these. I think we all enjoy having your ass easily accessible. Pick out a few you like. This whole shopping trip is on my parents. I'm gonna go find out whatever it is Nic is doing so I can make fun of him for it later." He patted Cory on the back and made his way to the side room.

He must still be really pissed off at his parents , Cory thought as he perused the hanging jockstraps. Not gonna complain though. Free jockstraps!

Cory had a thing for jockstraps. He always thought they looked so hot on the guys in the porn he watched. Like when some daddy would shove a boy's face right into his musky jock before pulling his dick out or the way they would frame a bottom's ass as he was getting pounded by that same daddy… Cory felt himself getting hard and tried to focus on the underwear.

"And who might you be?" A deep voice from behind startled him, making him drop the jockstrap in his hands to the floor. "Shit. Sorry, boy, didn't mean to scare you."

Cory bent down to grab it before turning around. "It's okay, just an accident…" Cory trailed off as he looked up, now face to face with Daddy Carl himself. "…Sir."

"Knew I had you pegged when I saw you walk in." Carl smiled at that. "What brings a cute thing like you in here?"

"I c-came in with some friends." Great, now he was stuttering. And the warm but hungry look on Carl's face was not helping with his erection issues. "Just looking around."

"Friends. Right." Carl just kept smiling. "Well, when you and your ‘friends' are ready, we keep all the good stuff upstairs. I'm sure I'll see you up there in a bit, boy."

Cory watched as Carl walked away, still holding onto the underwear he dropped. Gathering his wits and the jockstraps, he made a beeline for the porn room. Derek was flipping through a rack of DVDs when he saw Cory walk in and waved him over.

"Find anything good?" he asked.

"A couple of things, sir." Cory handed Derek his selections. "I, uh, met Daddy Carl."

"Yeah?" Derek's eyebrows raised. "How'd that go?"

"Okay, I think?" Cory was still feeling a little flustered. "He's very … intuitive."

"Heh, knew you belonged to someone, huh?" Derek grinned.

"Yes, sir." Cory nodded. "Said he'd see us upstairs. That's apparently where they keep the ‘good stuff.'"

"Then I guess we'll head up there next." Derek looked through the underwear Cory had picked out. "Not bad. Let's go see what Nic's jerking off to."

Nic was on the opposite side of the room. He was facing a wall and eagerly looking through the shelves of DVDs, a few already in his hands. Derek stalked up behind him silently, grabbing him suddenly by the shoulders to surprise him.

"HEY, WHAT'S THAT?" Derek yelled right over his shoulder, causing Nic to jump and send one of the DVD cases flying.

"Fuck you, dude!" Nic grumbled angrily. "Scared the shit out of me."

"Aww, sorry, bro. I'm sure…" Derek bent down and picked up the dropped movie, reading the title before handing it back, " Lesbian Lick Fest 3 is a great flick."

"Two thumbs up. Like, waaaaaay up there," Cory chimed in from behind Derek, causing him to chuckle. Neither boy made any mention of the fact that Nic seemed to be overcompensating for some of their recent activities.

"Fuck you both." Nic grabbed the DVD from Derek before flipping them both the bird.

"No, just him." Derek pointed his thumb back at Cory. "That's why we're here, remember? So if you are done browsing through the ladies down here, I hear they keep the good stuff upstairs."

"Yeah, yeah." Nic put the stack down. "I'll come back for these."

"Wouldn't want to give someone the wrong impression," Derek managed to get out as he led the way out of the room.

The group walked up the stairs in the main room, leading to a second floor with a balcony wrapped around the perimeter. Tools and implements lined the walls, the kind that are a little too on the nose, furry handcuffs and riding crops like you'd see in a movie. There was an entire section devoted to just lube, complete with a sampling station. And at either end were doorways leading to more rooms with even more toys. Cory felt like a kid in a candy store.

The room closest to them was also the one they had seen Daddy Carl next to earlier. He was inside, talking to another customer while gesturing to some leather harnesses on the wall. The smell of leather was much stronger in this room than the rest of the building, with good reason—leather of all kinds was covering the walls. Derek whistled as he looked around the room while Cory and Nic were wide-eyed and silent. Harnesses, cuffs, leashes—hell, half the room was devoted to all kinds of restraints.

"You must be the boy's owner," Daddy Carl's voice boomed as he walked over to the trio, extending his hand for Derek to shake. Then he looked over to Nic, sizing him up for a moment before extending the hand to him as well and grinning cheekily. "Sorry, owners. I'm Carl, but the folks here call me Daddy. You boys looking for anything in particular, or just browsing for now?"

"We've just been looking around so far, but I think we will definitely be making some purchases in this room…" Derek trailed off, looking around again. "Maybe some cuffs to start?"

Carl led the boys over to one side of the room, a section seemingly dedicated to restraints for the arms or legs.

"Well, you can see we have a lot to choose from. We've got leather, nylon, neoprene… Cuffs you can padlock, cuffs that can slip right off…" Carl paused as he looked over Cory. "I'm betting you boys would do well with something like this." Carl reached out and plucked one of the leather restraints from the wall. "May I?" He directed his question to Derek and Nic.

"Please." Derek seemed to know what he was asking.

"C'mere, boy," Carl instructed Cory, who stepped forward. "Wrist out."

Cory held out his wrist for the man, who grabbed it firmly, but gently.

"These are a pretty standard set of mid-range cuffs." Carl wrapped the cuff around Cory's wrist. "They're lined with fabric so they won't irritate your sub's skin if worn for a long period, and they're sturdy enough that they won't come undone with a little tugging." He closed the cuff, flipping Cory's wrist at the same time. "And you have a D-ring here so you can easily attach them to any bondage straps or even to themselves."

Cory tried to take in all this information, but the manhandling of his wrist had him a little distracted. Between Daddy Carl's look, scent, and the way he was holding onto him, all while discussing how to restrain him, Cory could feel himself getting hard.

"How do they feel, boy?" Derek asked Cory. He was the one who would be wearing them so ultimately it was up to him.

"They feel good," Cory responded honestly as he flexed his wrist in the cuff. "Doesn't feel like it would irritate me or anything … and the other stuff sounded good too."

"I bet it did." Derek reached out to ruffle Cory's hair. "What do you think, Nic? Nic?"

Nic was distracted, staring at the opposite corner of the room. Or rather, the people in the opposite corner of the room. Two women, seemingly a couple, were examining a wooden paddle together. One of the women had a leather collar around her neck.

"Huh? Oh, uh, they sound good, dude," Nic said without bothering to look back, his walk changing to a saunter as he approached the women. "Be right back."

" That is Mistress Andrea and her long-time sub, Candy," Daddy Carl said to the two remaining boys. "They are going to eat him alive." He chuckled, holding out his hand to Cory to take his wrist once more, this time undoing the cuff. "Is it safe to say you boys are new to the scene?"

"You could say that," Derek answered for the both of them, gripping Cory's shoulder. "We have an idea of what we might like, but I'd love to get the help of a professional. Gotta make sure I'm taking care of my boy's needs properly."

"I like you." Carl smiled. "Tell you what: Why don't you boys just follow me and I'll give you a tour of the floor and help you get everything you need?"

"That would be awesome, Carl. Thank you." Derek wasn't going to turn down the help. He had been playing it cool so far, but the second they walked into this room, he was worried he might be in over his head.

The sudden sound of a loud SMACK followed by a YELP drew everyone's attention. Turning in that direction, the group could see Nic returning to them, hand rubbing what was apparently a sore ass. Andrea and Candy were still by the paddles, laughing to themselves.

"Aww, strike out?" Derek mock-consoled.

"Shut up. She told me if I could take a smack with that paddle silently, she'd let me fuck her girl." He was still rubbing his ass. "Fuck, that hurt."

"You're lucky she left your ass in one piece," Carl informed him. "Now then, step right over here, boy—need to find a set for your ankles now."

The group stuck together after Nic's little adventure. Carl walked them through the room, showing them more toys that Derek was happy to add to their collection. In addition to the cuffs, they also picked up a blindfold, a spreader bar, and a set of bondage restraints that would fit under a mattress (to be kept at Derek's).

"There's a couple more things I think you two would like," Carl pointed at Nic and Derek, "but they are on the other side of the floor. Follow me."

Carl led them out of the room and around the wide balcony into what could only be described as the "dildo room." Whereas walking into the other room led to more than one half-hard erection, this one made Cory want to laugh. Dildos, as far as the eye could see lined the walls. Or at least covered more than half the walls in the room. Big, small, some with extra attachments, some that vibrated, and of course a hundred different colors and shapes. It would be awe inspiring if it weren't so … phallic.

"Uh, listen, man. Thanks for the help, but I don't think I'm gonna find anything I want in here." Nic began backing out of the room.

"What? No, not those. Although you may want to consider a plug for him. Help keep him stretched and lubed for you. No, what I wanted to show you is over here." Carl gestured to a section of the wall you couldn't see from outside. "Cock rings."

The boys stepped farther into the room. The wall Carl was gesturing to was indeed covered in cock rings.

"Oh, nice." Derek didn't hesitate, reaching and picking up one of the larger metal ones to test its weight.

The majority of the selection seemed to be made of metal, but there was also a decent amount of silicone. Nic examined one more tentatively while Cory hung back and observed. He didn't really have much use for a cock ring. Instead, he wandered off a little to the right, seeing what else the room had to offer.

More dildos were the obvious answer, but looking at some of the selection, he wouldn't know it. By far, what they had the most of were classic "realistic" looking cocks, some even modeled after porn stars. Then there were more nondescript toys, smoother and in many different colors. That led to an entire wall of vibrating "personal massagers" with enough settings and attachments to require both an instruction manual and a floor model to see up close. Seriously, was this place even real?

Cory recalled Daddy Carl's recommendation earlier when he came upon the butt plugs. There were dozens of different kinds to choose from. Cory looked at one made of rubber that was classified as "small" but was still thicker than the toy he had at home by a decent amount. Putting it back, he picked up another made of smooth silicone that vibrated. He tentatively pushed the button on the base of the plug, nearly dropping it in surprise at the strength of the vibration.

"Need some help there?" Daddy Carl was next to him. Cory looked over at Derek and Nic who were still looking at the cock rings and talking.

"Uh, no, sir, just looking around." Cory returned the plug to the rack.

"That's actually a pretty decent one, but the motor's a little strong for a beginner." Carl grabbed another plug, showing it to Cory. "This one is probably more your speed. Plus it has a remote, so if your sirs were ever to have you wear it out in public, well… You might end up having a lot more fun than anyone around you realizes."

"Oh, hell yeah." Nic eagerly approved of the idea as he and Derek rejoined Cory. "Def getting that one." He accepted the box from Carl.

Cory blushed at the thought of either of them having him wear the plug in public like that. The movies, a restaurant, or oh god — school . Nic was already looking forward to it, though Cory wasn't entirely sure if that was because Nic thought the idea was hot or just wanted to mess with him.

"Well, I think that's just about all I have to show you guys." Carl was ending their tour, but it didn't sound like he was done. "Now, if you'll follow me to the changing room…" Carl led the group out of the room to another open doorway they somehow missed, tucked just behind the staircase they walked up.

"Changing rooms? Uh, I don't think any of this is stuff you'd want someone trying on before they pay for it," Derek said as he walked through.

"Nonsense. We take customer service here at Good Vibrations very seriously." Someone new was speaking, a young man with a leather collar around his neck and cleaning supplies tucked into his belt. He turned to Carl. "Changing rooms all cleaned, boss."

"Good boy, Jonathan," Carl praised as the boy made his exit. "He's right. We take what we do here very seriously. Which is why I am going to sit right here while you boys go back to one of the changing booths and try these things on. Everything except the plug, at least."

Cory blushed, Nic looked confused, and Derek just smiled.

"If you insist," Derek took initiative, turning to the booths.

Before he walked away, Carl pressed a small plastic bottle into his hand. He smiled at the man, nodding as he entered a booth, only for Nic and Cory to enter booths of their own. Carl chuckled at their na?veté. He had a good feeling about these boys.

Cory was deciding which jock to try on first when Derek suddenly entered behind him.

"Cor. You were supposed to follow me," he deadpanned.

"But he's right out there!" Cory blushed again. "He'll know exactly what we are doing."

"Have you looked around?" Derek pointed to a shelf on the back wall of the booth. There was a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaning spray. "That's the point." He then stepped forward and pushed Cory back gently. "Now let's see you in those jocks."

"Yes, sir." Cory didn't have the energy to be embarrassed anymore and began to remove his pants.

Derek poked his head into the changing room next door, where Nic was currently fumbling with the cock ring he picked out.

"Dude!" At Derek's intrusion, he dropped the ring on the ground. "Not cool."

"We got our dicks sucked together this morning ." Derek rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up and get over here, asshole."

Cory was pulling up the first jock when Nic joined them.

"Not bad." Derek gave his ass an appreciative smack. "Next."

"Glad you're having fun, boy." As Cory changed out of the first jock, Derek took notice of his growing erection. Derek began to undo his jeans, revealing a partial erection of his own. He slipped the cock ring on it and stroked himself to full hardness. "Oh yeah, that'll do. You get yours on, Nic?"

"Gimme a minute, dick." Nic's pants were still undone though he had pulled his boxers up, cock only half-inflated.

Derek rolled his eyes again and returned his attention to Cory who had the second jock on.

"Also good. Let's make sure it'll hold up though. Turn around and on your knees." Derek didn't shout, but made no attempt to keep his voice low.

Swallowing one last bundle of nerves, Cory turned around and lowered himself in front of Derek. The cock ring encircled the base of his cock, a band of metal molded just slightly to the curve of his groin. Derek stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against Cory's mouth as he tried to capture it.

"Good boy." Derek moved his hand to the back of Cory's head, quickly pumping his cock in and out of his mouth.

Over the past few weeks, Cory had grown used to this kind of treatment. If the way his hard cock filled the pouch of his new jock meant anything, he was even starting to crave it. They were definitely going to have to buy these after all the precum he was about to leak into it. He was already swallowing most of Derek's cock when Nic's joined the party, sporting a black silicone cock ring. Cory gripped and stroked him with his left hand as his mouth continued to work on Derek's cock, using his right hand to play with his balls.

"Fuck yeah…" Nic muttered when Cory switched to his cock, quickly replacing the hand on Cory's head with his own.

Without missing a beat, Cory began to stroke Derek's slick cock in time with his mouth. Nic almost felt proud at seeing all their "training" pay off. Derek had no plans of ending things with a blowjob though. He pulled the small bottle Carl had handed him earlier—it was a sample bottle from the lube station they had passed on the way in here.

"You mind moving to the bench?" Derek asked Nic as he removed Cory's hand from his dick, showing Nic the bottle of lube in his other hand.

"Sure, man." Nic moved to sit on the bench, Cory crawling after him and wordlessly reinserting the cock into his mouth.

Derek kneeled down behind Cory's bent over form, the jockstrap he was wearing allowing for full access to his ass. He gave it a few appreciative smacks before popping open the cap on the lube. He applied some to his finger, which he then used to apply to Cory's hole. Cory sighed appreciatively as he felt the finger stretching him open. This was another feeling he had more than just gotten used to.

Derek worked a second finger in before slicking his cock, resting the head against Cory's hole for a moment. Then he pushed his knees forward and felt his cock slip inside. Cory moaned as he sucked down Nic. This wasn't something he saw himself doing today—both the public sex and taking a cock in both ends. He wasn't complaining. He loved it.

Derek slowly eased the rest of his thick cock into Cory. Their frequent couplings had really helped speed up the prep time required for fucking. Any pain Cory had felt lately was almost completely overridden by how good this felt. He subconsciously arched his back as he felt Derek bottom out behind him.

Nic tightened his grip in Cory's hair, wanting to draw his focus to the task at hand. Almost apologetically, Cory resumed his oral ministrations instantly, drawing one hand up to squeeze and tease his sack. Behind him, Nic could see as Derek squeezed Cory's ass roughly, smacking it before he started to move his hips. The three boys soon fell into a silent rhythm.

Well, nearly silent—from his spot outside Carl could hear the sounds of moans, heavy breathing, and flesh slapping against flesh. Each of the boys had a mission they were working towards and would not be deterred. While Cory focused on pleasing each of his owner's cocks with his body, Derek was worried about breeding his ass, and Nic concentrated on painting his throat.

It was only moments later when the boys reached their goals nearly in unison. When Nic grabbed his hair roughly, Cory knew what was coming, so he was prepared when Nic shoved his head down farther onto his cock and began to shoot his load down his throat. Then just as he was remembering to swallow, he felt Derek's hands on his hips tighten and his cock expand, just before he came deep inside his ass.

Cory continued to work both cocks as best he could, suckling the last drops from Nic and trying to keep Derek inside as long as possible as the two caught their breath. Then, slowly but surely, they extracted themselves and began to redress. As Derek and Nic tucked themselves away, Cory moved to grab his normal pair of underwear.

"Woah, woah, woah, you still have one more to try on." Derek stopped him as Nic exited the booth.

"Okay, sir." Cory looked puzzled, turning around to grab the third jock. It looked like a pair of briefs with a circular hole in the back and he stepped into them. "What do you think, si—"

Carl whistled from his spot behind Cory. "Very nice, boy."

Cory stared wide eyed at the man who was not Derek standing in the booth with him. Then he realized that Carl would have just heard everything , and he blushed.

"Damn, even cuter when you blush." Carl reached a hand out and placed it on the wall behind Cory, forcing the boy to sit on the bench. "Was talking with your sir. He told me I should come back here. Said you wanted to thank me yourself."

Cory didn't think his face could get redder, but hey, there's always new goals to set. His cock was also forming a very visible tent in the front of the underwear. Fuck, Derek wanted him to service this man. This very attractive man who was currently groping a very sizeable mound in his jeans. Cory rallied his strength.

"Yes, sir." He tentatively reached a hand out and grabbed Carl's crotch. "I really wanted to say thank you for all the help today. Is there anything I can do for you, daddy ?" He looked up to see how his proposition was being received.

"Oh, I can think of a few things, boy." Carl looked down with a familiar look in his eye, hand moving to his zipper and pulling it down, fishing his already hard cock out through his fly. "But let's start here."

Cory bent forward to take Carl into his mouth, the cock nearly straining his jaw. It was about average in length, but it was thick, thicker than either Nic or Derek. That actually made it a little harder to swallow, even though it wasn't reaching the depths that either of them had. Cory was trying to be very conscious of his teeth, though it was proving difficult.

"I know I'm thick, boy." A hand pet though his hair. "You're doing a good job so far."

The praise helped Cory relax, eventually allowing him to take the thick cock deeper without thinking about it. Before he knew it, he was feeling the bear's belly pressed against his forehead, his cock nearly engulfed entirely. The rest of his pants prevented Cory from accessing everything, but he could still smell the man's musk through his open fly.

"Fuck, boy, you're good at this." Carl gripped Cory on either side of his head, gently pumping his cock in and out of Cory's mouth while the boy concentrated on minding his teeth and throat.

Much like Derek minutes before, Carl also had no intention of leaving things here. And he also retrieved that same small bottle of lube from his own pocket—Derek had slipped it back into his hand before telling him that Cory was waiting for him. So after a few more pumps into the boy's mouth, Carl pulled out and tugged him up.

He wasted no time in flipping the boy around, having him place both his hands against the wall. Cory allowed himself to be manipulated, holding the position the dom had put him in. Carl moved his hands down to Cory's ass groping and smacking it before delving his fingers into the cleft. He sought out Cory's hole, still open and slick from his previous use. The distinct smell of cum was apparent, a small trickle of Derek's load leaking out as Carl spread him wide.

"Fuck, I love a sloppy hole." Carl admired the sight before him before slicking his cock with lube. He didn't need much from the looks of it. "Ready, boy?"

Hell yeah, he was. "Yes, SIR!"

With a final spank, Carl aimed his cock forward and pushed home.

"Oh god, that's thick." Cory could feel the stretch as Carl pushed in steadily. There was a slight burn, but it was still nothing like it had been the first few times.

"Shit, boy. I may need to ask your sir if I can borrow you sometime." Carl paused when he bottomed out, enjoying the feel of the tight young ass around his cock.

Cory wouldn't be opposed to that. Though if this was any indicator, he wouldn't really have a say, would he? He breathed deeply as he got used to the feeling of being stretched this much, and once he leveled out, Daddy Carl began thrusting. That set Cory off as the incredibly thick cock scraped back and forth over his prostate.

"Ooooohhh fuuuucck." Cory felt like he was already close to cumming. "You're so fucking big, daddy."

Carl gave the boy a spank as he continued his fucking. He wasn't about to use a cheesy line like "That's why they call me Big Daddy Carl," but … that was why they called him Big Daddy Carl. He had stretched open more than just a few asses in this very changing booth. This was definitely one of the more memorable rears.

"Yeah, you like that daddy cock stretching you out, boy?" Carl punctuated his sentence with a strong thrust.

"Fuck, yes, daddy, feels so good," Cory moaned. Oh god! He was close to cumming, but he just couldn't push himself over the edge—until he felt Carl's hand grab his cock through his pouch. "Oh fuuuck, daddyyy…"

The orgasm tore through him as Carl's cock relentlessly pounded his ass and prostate. Carl growled low as he felt Cory's ass constrict and spasm on his cock and continued thrusting. He was close, but he was glad he pushed the boy over the edge first.

"Then fucking take my load, boy. Take daddy's cum in your hole." His thrusts turned almost volatile as his own orgasm washed over him. He felt the cum shoot from his cock as he continued trying to drive it farther into Cory. He gripped him tightly against him, not allowing the boy an inch of movement even if he wanted to take it.

As the two caught their breaths, Cory for the second time, Carl placed a hand on the wall above Cory's to brace himself. Reluctantly, he pulled himself from the boy's tight and no doubt tender ass, eliciting a sudden hiss as his head popped out. Carl chuckled as he reached for the paper towel roll and stepped back.

"Sorry about that, boy." Carl wiped his cock off before tucking it away. "You did a damn good job. Those two seem to be doing a good job with you so far."

"Thank you, sir." Cory smiled. "Sometimes I'm still not sure I believe it's happening."

"I bet you've got quite the story to tell. But your men are downstairs waiting for you." Carl looked at his watch. "Probably for a few minutes now."

"Shit, I better go." Cory finished getting dressed and made to move around the man who stopped him for a second.

"Hold on. I can tell you're all new to this, so I'm giving you the same thing I did them." Carl pulled out a business card from his pocket. "That's for the store, but it's got my cell on it too. If you ever need to talk about anything, don't hesitate to call. We look out for each other in this community."

"Thank you, sir." Cory looked over the card before pocketing it, then he leaned forward to hug the man before leaving. "See you soon?"

"Hopefully." Carl smiled as he left the booth. He had a good feeling about those boys.