JailBreak Ch. 02

Hey readers! I just wanted to let you know that I am super excited that so many people have read and liked my first story! I am a little occupied by school work (I'm in college) but I wanted to give you a little something while I work on the third chapter, featuring Trey, his dad, and his brother, Jon. Also, I would love for anyone to leave suggestions in the comments, or even through personal message, as to what you would like to see in upcoming chapters! You guys are awesome, and I hope you enjoy ;)

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"Aww c'mon Jon. I haven't seen you in forever. You're literally across town!"

"I just don't get it Trey." My brother laughed into my ear. "You never ask to hang out. I've seen you like, two times since Christmas?"

"Then now is a perfect time! Next week is Spring Break and I'm just going to be hanging out here at my place doing nothing anyway. Come over and we can catch a game or binge Netflix."

"Fine, just shut the hell up already." He groaned. "I'll come over and hang out. Text me with the details. I have to get back to work."

"You're a peach. Enjoy the exciting, fast paced world of groceries!" I ended the call before he could respond.

Sighing and stretching, I looked down at my dad's stubble peaking out from beneath me. The muscles in his neck were taught with effort and his furry chest was heaving. Reluctantly, I lifted myself off of his face. He gasped wildly, his tongue flicking out to taste me as I hovered above him. His pupils were blown wide and his face was wet with spit.

"Baby," he groaned, "you taste so good. Please, please let daddy finish."

"As much as I would like to keep feeling your tongue in me daddy, I have school. Too bad. I guess you're gonna have to practice and get better." I winked at him.

I slid off, not touching him at all, hearing his groans and pleas behind me as I bent over to slide some jeans on.

"You can make it up to me when I get home this afternoon. Okay, Daddy?"

He nodded vigorously, face still shining from his spit. He looked wrecked. I smiled and leaned over for a kiss. He moaned hotly and licked into my mouth, groaning when I pulled away too soon. I put my lips at his ear.

"See you later daddy."

As I got to the doorframe, I looked back. The sunlight shone through my bedroom window and illuminated my father, naked and desperate, tied to my bed securely. God, I loved tying him up. He always got so desperate. The idea of him lying there, naked and exposed, had me hot and ready to mount him. But I controlled myself. It was much more fun this way.

He caught me staring at him, and he cried out. His hips jerked into the air, searching for friction. His mouth opened in an unintelligible moan, and I closed the door after a quick wink.

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I dropped my keys into the bowl by the door, hurriedly undressing as soon as the door was shut behind me. I was more than ready to have a go at Daddy. My professor had really ridden my ass today, and not in the good way. I needed the release.

Daddy was asleep when I came in. He had probably dozed off out of sheer boredom. His cock, even when it wasn't hard, lay fat against his hip. He must have been napping for a while, as he didn't respond at all when I sunk onto the bed. I slowly climbed up toward his head and slipped my thighs on either side of his head. Slowly, I stroked my way up his neck, feeling his warm skin flex slightly under my hands. Leaning down, I licked my way into his mouth. He stirred against me, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. I broke away, leaving a line of spit between us. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hey daddy." I smirked down at him. My thumb traced his bottom lip.

Then I pulled it down, opening his mouth for me to thrust my cock in. My cock was enveloped immediately in the silky heat of his throat. His eyes bulged from surprise, and then fluttered as he gulped around me. He moaned around me, his mouth obscene looking so fucking full of my cock. I kept myself there for several seconds, his throat spasming around me, before I pulled out completely. He presented his tongue obediently, letting me slap my dick wetly against his tongue before resting my cock on his face. His tongue lashed out and immediately slathered my balls, rolling them, sucking them into his mouth fervently.

"F-fuck, Daddy." I groaned out. "You've become quite the little cockslut huh?" He released my balls, licking long stripes up my cock as far as he could reach.

I slid back, out of the reach of his mouth. He cried in frustration, but he knew what I wanted.

"Baby, please. Gimme your cock, give daddy you cock. Please I need it. Need to feel you in me."

Satisfied, I grabbed him by the hair and fucked right into his throat. I slammed in and out, my balls bouncing off his face. Daddy managed to stick his tongue out a little, letting them thud wetly against his tongue. After a particularly harsh thrust, I cursed out loud and held myself there, cutting off his air supply completely. His throat jerked wildly around me, and a few seconds later I pulled out enough for him to heave in some oxygen before slamming back in.

I started talking to him as I thrusted into him.

"God daddy, you look like such a whore right now. You're a slut for my cock aren't you? Huh? A slut for your baby boy's cock. Betcha love to feel me in your throat, stretched around me while I use your mouth."

I was thrusting savagely into his throat, his face strained but eager to please. I switched up my pace, pulling almost entirely out before shoving back in.

"Admit it. I wanna hear you say it."

I pulled all the way out again, and I could feel his groan of disappointment before I had even gotten all the way out of his mouth. As soon as my cock had left him, he practically shrieked out,

"Yes! I love your fucking cock. I love when you fuck my throat so deep I can't breathe!! Please please pleeeease fuck me!"

His mouth was gaping, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. I loved this version of him the most. The version of him that, no matter what, couldn't deny to himself what he truly wanted.

So I gave it to him.

This time around, I kept cutting off his air. I could feel myself getting close, and the way his throat would flex around me when I was deep was just what I wanted. I kept staying in his throat longer and longer, giving him shorter time to recover.

"Daddy, I want you to cum from just my cock."

He looked up at me, slack jawed with pupils of pure black. He had been thrusting into the air, seeking friction for his red, leaking cock. He whimpered around me when our eyes met.

I slid out slowly. Then I slammed back in.

"Cum."

Again.

"Cum."

Tears flowed freely from his eyes as I cut him off for almost a minute. I pulled back and thrusted my entire body forward, pressing his head into the pillow. My cock twitched inside his throat.

"CUM."

He cried out, muffled by my cock, and came. His entire body lurched upwards, his dick jerking and splattering cum up his torso, even managing to hit me in the back.

Seeing his eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen and the force of his orgasm set me off, and I dumped load after load down his velvety throat. I pulled out slowly.

His chest heaved, but he hadn't lost consciousness. It looked like it had been a near miss, though. I wearily reached over and undid his restraints. He groaned, probably from soreness, as his arms were let loose. I laid on his chest as we both calmed down, his cum drying on the both of us.

"Before I forget," I whispered sleepily, "Jon's coming over next weekend."

I drifted off, content.