Daddies Fuck Some Straight Boys

Hey Everyone! This one was in the works for a looooong time, sorry. It's probably back to futa after this. Maybe another gay short if I'm feeling it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS AHEAD FOR: Dubcon, reluctance, bondage, and coercion.

Disclaimer as always, this story steps on the line of noncon a good bit so please don't read if you're not into that! These stories are meant as fantasy and only that. I do not condone nor support the actions portrayed in this story. Being groped and aggressively pursued in real life is extremely scarring and uncomfortable. Please do NOT use this story as license to sexually harass or do worse to anybody. Communicate with your partners, no means no in every context and situation, and do not be a creep.

Enjoy!

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My name is Jon. I'm about 25 years old. Post-grad as of this summer. I'm about 5'8, pretty skinny and toned, and have a short handsome side part of black hair. My face is pretty cute for a guy, and gets me a lot of luck in the charm department. A nice jawline, smooth skin, nice sloped nose, and plush lips. I was a hit with almost anybody.

My friend and coworker, Ted, was my age. Similar height and build. He was a dirty blonde with silky medium hair that touched the middle of his neck, and hung around his face. Green eyes, as opposed to my dark brown eyes. He was equally as good looking as me though.

We'd become friends through an internship we were both a part of. Him and I filled the two spots at the company, and were set for a fortuitous life out of college.

It had been a couple of months and we'd settled into our desk jobs nicely. We knew what we were doing, and had yet to make a single fuck up. Our bosses favorite new employees.

After work, Ted and I would frequent a local dive bar.

It was a really odd contrast of a modern dance club, and an older wooden barrel aesthetic. There was a small dance floor in the middle of the open floor plan. There was a second story as well, which had private rooms for karaoke and general privacy which you'd need to pay extra for. It was an odd bar but a real piece of buried treasure that we found.

Him and I would get drunk there together and sing Karaoke, or dance sometimes during 90s night or even emo night.

We loved that place a lot.

One night. Ted and I came in, itching for a couple of pints, taking our seat at the bar.

We got about half a glass in before Ted nudged me.

"Yo. Am I crazy or are those guys looking at us?"

I turned slightly to see a small group of three men who were darting their eyes between themselves and us, as if we were a topic of conversation among them.

Two of them were grey-haired hirsute men, clearly with some weight on them and their older guy bodies. They weren't overly hairy or obese, but weren't exactly attractive to look at. Both of their hairlines receded. One had a short ungroomed beard that was black on the bottom. The other was clean shaven. The shaven one was in a navy polo shirt and light blue jeans. The bearded one was wearing a black tee that was large, and also wearing jeans.

Those two seemed to be looking at Ted more than me though.

Gesturing to me was another older man, appearing to be in his 40s or 50s. Not as wide-set as the other men there, but still quite hairy and beefy. His arms were carpeted in hair, his chest was the same I'd assume. His hairline was also receding, but was more prominent. He had a dark patch of hair where his widow's peak was at one point. The patch of hair disconnected from the rest as it receded back into a dark buzzcut that covered the rest of his head, which was longer shaped. The man was built almost like a thinner rectangle, if I had to describe it. He had clearly been muscular earlier in life, but his age had caught up to him. His forearms and biceps were thick but sagged loosely with age. His skin looked rough as well. He was shaven with a 5 o'clock shadow across his craggy face. Prominent, but smaller, brown eyes that were making a serious look at me. I could see the nipples poking through his shirt from his saggy pecs, and could see the outline of a beer gut poking through his black t-shirt. He was in darker jeans.

If I had to give the vibe of the guy completely, the energy he gave was one of those guys in his 40s or 50s that unironically described himself as an 'alpha'. Even though he was not built like one. He was by no means, jacked, but looked like he could throw a punch or get rough if he had to.

I raised an eyebrow and gave a sarcastic wave to let them know we could see them talking about us. One of the older men gave a slight smile back, but they kept staring.

"Weird." I said.

"So they're staring then?"

"Yeah, no, definitely."

"Oh fuck man, are they gonna like start some shit with us, or something? I can't fight dude..."

"Jesus Christ. Relax. I think they probably think they know us from somewhere, or they're just talking shit."

"You sure?" Ted said, anxious as always.

"Positive. It's just new people at the dive. We've never exactly blended with the crowd here."

It was true. The crowd here was largely trashy late 30s millennials, or younger gen x, who'd often come here to be as obnoxiously loud as possible. We were the two mild mannered Gen Z at the bar, minding our business in our business casual attire. Not that we thought we were better by any measure, but nobody else here was wearing a button-up shirt from a chic corporate job, and it clearly would catch attention sometimes.

"Yeah... yeah I'm sure it's fine... I'm gonna go piss, I'll be right back."

"For sure man."

Ted left, leaving me alone at the loud bar. I whipped my phone out, getting off my chair and leaning against the bar as I doom-scrolled.

I'd do this for about five minutes before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned nonchalantly to see the same older guy from earlier, the one with the dark receding buzz cut that went down his forehead like a racing stripe.

"Hey." He said, a smirk across his face, oozing confidence.

"Uh... Hey man." I said, confused.

"My buddies and I were making eyes at you two boys earlier." His voice was of his age, not too deep, but masculine still.

"Yeah we noticed. Everything good?"

"Yeah. Everything's great. Hope we didn't put you off."

"Uh, no. My friend was a little worried you'd start a fight with us though."

"Nah, we can get rough if you want though."

"Sorry? I don't know what you mean..."

"You two boys are good looking, you know that?"

"Oh... uhm... thanks I guess..."

"Yeah. You're welcome. Saw you making eyes back at me too."

"Think I was just a little concerned about three guys eyeing me, buddy. I'm not looking for trouble."

"Neither am I. I'm here looking for boys like you two. Same as my buddies."

"And your buddies are where?"

"Chatting up your sexy-ass friend. They got a peak of what he was working with. They're more gentle than me, they like to think they're the more 'romantic' ones. Guess you're lucky that you got my attention tonight."

"I think you and your friends have read us wrong, and are probably going to be disappointed." I raised an eyebrow.

"You boys gay?"

"Nope. Not in the slightest."

"You ever try?"

"Not planning on it."

"Fuck, that's hot, two young straight guys."

"Good to know man. Can you go somewhere else now? You're making me uncomfortable."

"You boys in college?"

"No man, we graduated, can you ghost off somewhere else dude?"

He leaned against the bar, to my side. He was about my height, but a little taller than me. He was eyeing me up and down.

"Woah fuck. My buddies and I hit the jackpot."

"Dude. I'm serious. I'm gonna get the bartender to throw your ass out if you don't cut this shit out."

"Don't pretend boy. All boys come home with me eventually. They can't get their mind off getting their first time from a guy like me."

"What is a 'guy like you' exactly? A creep?"

"Nah. You know your place. Hot little guys like you need a guy like me to show you where you belong. I'm a fucking piece that you brats know you want a taste. Cuz I know how to make a boy squeal for me just by touching him the right way, then just fuck him endlessly until he's begging for more."

His vulgarity hit me in the chest, making me lurch in disgust at the thought of him naked...

"That's great man. What can I do to get you to leave?"

"You can't, boy. I'm not leaving until you're in my car, driving home with me..."

I rolled my eyes and texted Ted.

"Yo. Creep at the bar. Let's bounce dude, where are you?" I typed out and sent.

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Over on the other side of the bar, just outside the bathroom, Ted was anxiously against a wall. The two hirsute men from earlier standing in front of him. Striking uncomfortable conversation with him. Their voices were calm, warm, and inviting, unlike their friend.

"How old did you say you were?"

"Uh... 24..." Ted stammered out, unable to leave.

"That's pretty young."

"You get a lot of girls in college?"

"Can I go back to my friend now?"

"In a moment buddy, my friend and I just wanna get to know you a bit is all..."

"Yeah, relax boy, you look nervous..."

"I'm... I'm fine... yeah I got with some girls..."

"I bet. Handsome young thing like you..."

"How big is that thing? Huh? You learn how to use it right?"

"Sure man." Ted answered them bluntly.

"How big though?" His friend reiterated.

"It's fine. People seemed to like it."

"Didyou? How'd those girls do for you... you said you and your buddy weren't gay right?"

"No... we're not... and they were fine..."

"Just fine?"

"Sounds boring to me."

"I think I'd like to go back now."

"Of course buddy." One smiled, "Just relax a second though, Paul and I just wanna ask you a few more things..."

"Yeah. That's Charles by the way. What's your name?"

"T-ted."

"Cute name." Charles kept his grin.

"Cute face too... and body from the looks of it..."

"Th-thanks..."

"Don't mention it."

"Hey, before you head back to your friend, let's take this conversation somewhere more private."

"Yeah. It's too loud out here, boy, Charles and I can barely hear you."

Charles, the clean shaven one, and Paul, the bearded one, suddenly locked arms around Ted and his shoulders, sandwiched between them as they began to guide him upstairs...

"Uh... wait... no... my drink... I should really..." Ted stammered.

--

This guy still wasn't leaving me alone. He was right, he was persistent.

"My name's Dave by the way. What's your name, boy?"

"Jon." I said curtly.

"Jon's a good name for a boy like you. When are you gonna give in and ditch this bar with me, Jon?"

"No. For like... the fifth time..."

Why wasn't Ted texting me back??

"Hey. Did your friends do something to Ted?"

"If your friend isn't responding. Then they're probably driving him back to my place already. You should just give it up boy. You're gonna come home with me one way or another. Just like your buddy."

"Did your friends kidnap him??"

"He was probably begging them to go. Don't worry. They're gonna take good care of him. Let's stop focusing on them. You and I are going to be getting to know each other tonight. We can share you with my buddies some other time, you and your friend both, I might try him out for a spin too."

I flinched, recoiling almost. This brick wall of confidence without a shred of shame or remorse in any statement. He said everything as if it was a fact. To the point where I'd suddenly forgotten to call the bartender on this guy.

It was draining me of my own confidence against this old ugly sleaze.

"Yeah... well... not gonna happen. Once again."

Suddenly he got up off the bar, exiting my periphery. Did he finally take the hint?

No.

I felt heat build behind me as his arms came into view and placed them on either side of my hands on the bar. My back to his chest. I shuddered and gasped, dumbfounded as I felt his waist suddenly hit mine. I could feel it. His cock through his pants. It was big, and he was purposefully twitching it against my backside.

The hair on his arms stabbed against the skin on my hands. He was doing this in front of everyone at the bar. His perverted voice right on the back of my neck.

"You feel that cock, baby? That's how much I have ready for you... whole lotta of cum saved just for you and that tight little pussy you got... c'mon son... let's go home now, stop wasting time kid... wanna open you up and that shit takes time..."

"H-hey..." I stammered, "G-get off man... what the fuck are you doing?"

I let out a squeak as I felt him suddenly grind his crotch against my butt. His jeans scratching against my pants.

"First I'll clean you out... get you nice and ready for me... then I'll bend you over the mattress and put all of this inside you... and you'll beg me for more... you'll be screaming by the end of it as I fill you up... breed you all night..."

I didn't even respond. It was so forward. He was literally grinding on my ass in front of the entire bar!

"Yeah boy. You've never gotten fucked proper before... I can tell...one night with your Daddy is gonna change all that... uh huh... your new Daddy's cock is gonna be what you're obsessed with... yeah... a boy as good looking as you shouldn't waste his time trying to get pussy... you boys exist to take cock from a real man... just give it up for me boy, give up the tight little pussy of yours..."

"C-cut it out..." I whispered silently.

"Come on boy... call the bartender... get me in trouble... you can't can you?... All boys come flocking to this dick eventually... you're getting there yourself... I feel those hips loosening up for me... don't fight it boy... come to my car... come on... you can't hide from Daddy baby, just give up... you're not fooling me..." He grunted.

This old fucking pervert was grinding against me! Why the hell was nobody noticing! Did they think we were together or something?!

I began to fluster, my brain going haywire as I was being dry humped at a bar!

It was made all the worse when his hand came down and suddenly began to grope me from the front. His thick fingers expertly massaged my dick. I was suddenly getting hard! This was fucking humiliating! This old degenerate was doing something to me! Did he slip something in my drink? What the hell was going on? Why did this feel so good?!

"Yeah... there we go... look at that boy cock getting hard for me... see? I told you, son. You can't resist a guy like me... we know exactly how to get a horny little slut like you to fall in love... I bet my buddies are having just as much luck with your friend..."

He gave a small chuckle before his mouth suddenly moved to my neck, making my neck bristle and all the muscles in my body tightened at once. He planted a wet sloppy kiss and lick across it, giving a small groan as he did, blasting hot breath across my neck.

As he mentioned Ted, I began to realize that he may have been right. Why wasn't Ted back yet?!

--

Above the bar in a private Karaoke booth. Ted was shuddering and quivering against a wall. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his pants were pulled to his ankles.

The room pulsed with the beat of the bar outside the room. Inside the booth was the quiet grunts, loud lip smacks, salivary sounds, and light moans of the three of them.

Paul's hands were holding Ted by the thighs, on his knees, expertly sucking his cock back and forth. His head slowly and steadily screwed around Ted's smooth six inches. Confidently blowing Ted with no reprieve. Ted's knees quaking as Paul hummed softly around his dick, sucking him off better than any woman had in his entire life.

Next to Ted, with his face latched on passionately to his lips, was Charles. His fat perverted lips sensually kissing and making out with Ted, steadily pushing his tongue into Ted over and over again. His lips were loud and clicking against Ted's young attractive face. Ted moaned into his mouth, his eyes at the back of his head.

One of Charles' hands was rubbing and groping his smooth chest, tweaking and playing with his nipples, lightly dragging his fingers across his sensitive skin, stimulating him.

The other hand was fingering Ted from behind. Charles' middle and ring finger, knuckle deep into Ted's hairless ass, softly squelching and pushing and pulling inside his asshole. Harshly rubbing steady circles on his prostate to stimulate him.

Ted hung on to the wall for dear life as he was overstimulated by these two old perverts.

Ted gasped and moaned, sucked from the front and penetrated from behind. His entire lower body growing hot and tingly, melting around the men currently seducing him.

Charles continued to lick and kiss his face as Ted tried to protest.

"F-fuck... fuck w-wait... please... please stop for a second... I already came... it's too much..." He gasped.

Paul's hands sensually massaged Ted's legs and hips as he quietly sucked him off, swallowing his cock again and again. The tip of his dick electrified.

"Daddy needs to make sure we get eeeeverything out of you first... okay? So keep busting those hot young loads into Paul's mouth. We're not gonna stop until those nuts are drained..." He breathed out warmly.

Paul and Charles' approach was warm, caring, gentle, yet persistent, perverted, and sadistic at the same time. Sucking off this poor young man endlessly until he'd turn into jelly.

Before Ted could protest again, Charles gripped him by the cheeks and pushed his tongue into his mouth, feeding Ted his spit as he span it around his mouth, slobbering all over him. The kiss making Ted melt even more, groaning passionately into Charles' mouth. Leaving Ted trapped in the private booth with the two perverts, surrendering to their disgusting advances...

--

Back at the bar, Dave was still humping me, harder now, shoving his hips into me lightly. My body swayed back and forth as I whimpered in front of him.

His head was latched onto my neck, sucking and licking, slowly and harshly. Like he was eating the exposed skin above my collar, his jaw gnawing and chewing on me as he burned me with a big black hickey. The older man's head buried into my shoulder.

"Mmh! Mmghh!" I softly whimpered between my lips.

He grunted and chuckled into me while he sucked on my smooth skin. Sampling and tasting me as his hairy gut pushed into the small of my back.

POP! He let go of my neck with a nasty wet breath. Groaning like a degenerate into me like he'd just finished chugging the best beer of his life.

"Unnnghhh... fuck yeah boy... you taste so fucking good..." He growled.

He buried his nose into my hair, I grimaced as I felt him huff me in.

"Smell good too... fuuuck... come on sweetie... let's go back to my place..."

His hands came around my waist like I was a dancing stripper, making me feel a new type of way entirely. My back subconsciously arched into him. I didn't even realize I'd popped my ass out onto his crotch before he let out a throaty chuckle behind me.

"Yeah. There we go boy. Back up into it. Enjoy it."

I was lost in a sudden trance as I was emasculated before the creepy bargoer who clearly came here for young men like Ted and I. I didn't even realize I was giving in before I was snapped out of my daze.

"YO!"

Dave and I jumped to see the bartender glaring at us.

"If you're gonna do that shit, take it outside or into a booth! Nobody's trying to see you and your sugar daddy making out here!"

"Wha... he's not... I..."

"-Sorry about that pal. Him and I were just leaving anyway."

The bartender huffed and rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Dave was tugging on my arm, pulling me behind him as he walked to the bar exit.

"H-hey... wait..." I said quietly, the pride and dignity in me trying to pull me free.

"Come on baby. Let's go outside for a second."