Noah's Performance

The cock in Noah’s mouth is smaller than any he’s had in him in a long time. He can get the entire thing inside without even having to deepthroat. This is because the boy in question—Ethan Finnis—is only half his age at 8 years old.

Ethan’s own mouth is also occupied, full of his father’s cock, and Mr. Finnis’s member does not prove such an easy reprieve. Noah can hear Ethan gasping and choking as he does his best to swallow his father down.

Noah is on his back on the playroom floor, Ethan straddling his face. Ethan, for his part, is on all fours. His mouth is occupied with his father’s cock, while his ass is patiently and thoroughly stretched open by the questing fingers of Noah’s father.

“I suppose one serious piece of advice,” Mr. Banks is saying, “is to make sure that you let other people fuck his ass as least as much as you do yourself. “Otherwise he might start to think of it as something special, and be reluctant to allow men other than you to have it.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” says Mr. Finnis with a chuckle, stroking the bulge in his son’s cheek where it is distended by his cock. “You’re going to get quite the workout from Daddy’s friends, aren’t you, my boy? We’ll have a regular parade of dicks in and out of your obliging little hole.”

Ethan makes a sound, but it cuts off in a choke as his father rams back down into his throat.

This isn’t the first time Ethan’s dad has come to Mr. Banks for advice on how to “train” his son. They’ve been over a few times, down here to the Banks' private sex parlor, testing out some of Noah’s toys and getting information on how to best prepare and practice with little Ethan. Noah’s father even gifted Ethan Noah’s own starter dildo, the small phallus Noah used to keep inside him at all times, which he’s long since outgrown.

This is the first time, however, that Noah’s father reaches into his pocket and pulls out the key to Noah’s cage, unlocking the ubiquitous steel restraint that keeps Noah from getting hard. Noah gasps as his member immediately stiffens, eager and surprised to be let free.

“I’d like you to get him ready for me, Noah,” says Mr. Banks gently, withdrawing the three fingers he’s been using to ply open Ethan’s ass. “Stop that for a moment and come fuck him, please.”

Noah squirms out from underneath the boy and rises up to his knees. Noah’s father carefully takes Ethan’s rear in one hand and Noah’s dick in the other and guides them together, slotting his son neatly into Ethan’s well-lubed hole.

Noah can’t help the small, shuddery whimper that escapes him. It’s the first time he’s ever been allowed to fuck anyone—prior to this his cock has known only toys and the cage. Ethan’s hole is tight around him, spasming erratically the way Noah’s used to before he learned his finely-honed muscle control.

Noah’s father doesn’t leave him alone long, of course. Noah is only two thrusts in when his father’s hands on his hips still him as Mr. Banks guides his own cock into his son. Noah’s already got a vibrator inside him, whirring away, but at this point it’s no trouble at all to shift it to the side and force his hole open wide as Mr. Banks slips in beside it.

Noah gives up all control, leaving himself to the mercy of his father's rhythm. Mr. Banks slams forward, driving into Noah hard enough to drive Noah’s own cock deep into Ethan, fucking the younger boy through him as though Noah were merely some kind of giant condom.

Noah gasps and bites his lip as he’s speared between the two pleasures: his father’s relentless cock pounding him over and over, and Ethan's passage gripping him tight as he himself slides in and out. Noah hears Mr. Finnis’s breathless laugh again in front of them. “Isn’t this great, Ethan?” he asks. “You’ve always wanted a big brother. Noah will be a great big brother to you. You can follow right along in his footsteps.”

“Well, Noah did start very young,” Mr. Banks hedges. “But I’m sure we can get Ethan up to similar quality in no time. All it takes is practice.”

“He’ll get plenty of that,” Mr. Finnis promises, pulling his son’s head forward to get a better angle down his throat.

“Noah,” Mr. Banks instructs, slamming his hips forward, “be a good boy and come in his ass please.”

“Yes Papa!” Noah gasps. He lets his father drive him forward into Ethan a few more times and then allows himself release. It’s a rare enough occurrence even without fucking someone, and Noah lets himself savor it as his balls pulse and empty him into the boy’s inexperienced passage. Noah clenches his teeth on a whimper at the rare pleasure of coming.

As soon as he stops twitching, Mr. Banks yanks Noah out of Ethan’s passage, pushing his son back onto the floor. “Now you can return to what you were doing,” he says lightly. He deftly slips the cage back onto Noah and relocks it in a quick, practiced gesture.

Noah slips his head back under Ethan’s crotch, but not before watching as his father slides slowly but firmly into the boy’s ass. Noah’s own cum is just starting to drip out of the little hole when Mr. Bank’s monstrous cock pushes its way in, distending the already tired flesh.

Ethan squeals at the size of the invader, the sound trapped in his mouth by his own father’s cock. Mr. Finnis grunts in pleasure at the vibration and snaps his hips forward. From his vantage Noah can see the twitching of the man’s balls that means he’s pouring his cum down his son’s throat.

Noah resumes fellating the young boy as Ethan’s father sits back with a satisfied sigh to watch Mr. Banks finish fucking him. Noah knows that Papa can draw this out a long time if he wants to, but he suspects he won’t, considering their plans for the rest of the evening.

Sure enough, Mr. Banks comes inside Ethan fairly quickly, dragging the boy’s hips back onto the spear of his cock as he empties himself. He sighs with contentment and withdraws from the boy, leaving him to drip, exhausted, onto the carpet.

“Alright Noah, that’s enough,” his father tells him. Noah works himself out from under Ethan’s body as the two adult men tuck themselves away and zip their flies back up. Neither of them had undressed at all, so it’s a short trip back to a respectable appearance.

“Now,” says Papa, “let’s go upstairs and have a little dinner before we resume. I imagine you could use a break. Dear Noah has cooked a homemade meal for us tonight, all by himself. And while we eat I thought we might have a little “Simon Says” session with the boys, see if we can’t get them to do a little performance for us.”

“What a devoted son you have!” says Mr. Finnis with admiration. “And then the boys again as dessert, I suppose?”

Mr. Banks looks thoughtful. “Perhaps. We may also just focus on Ethan. After all, Noah’s very well used to being fucked. Ethan has a lot of catching up to do. I know it’s a bit rushed, but I’d like to see if we can work him up to double penetration by the end of the night.”

“Papa,” says Noah diffidently, “would you like me to get him cleaned up? I can take Ethan upstairs and give him a quick bath and enema, if you want.”

Mr. Banks strokes his hair lovingly. “That’s a splendid idea, Noah. Would you like for us to wait for you for dinner?”

Noah shakes his head. “No thank you. We’ll be quick.”

Papa smiles, and he and Mr. Finnis head upstairs with their two naked sons trailing behind. When they get to the main floor of the house, the adults head into the kitchen while Noah leads Ethan up a further flight of stairs to the house’s largest bathroom.

He takes his time with Ethan. The boy is clearly nervous, and has been holding back tears for much of the evening. Noah runs a hot bath for him and puts in some bubble bath mixture for good measure. They have no clothes to take off, so when it is ready he simply helps Ethan over the side of the tub and into the warm water.

Ethan looks up at him with wide, haunted eyes. “What are they gonna make us do?” he whispers.

Noah smiles grimly. He reaches forward to pet the boy’s hair, much like Papa had pet his own hair earlier. “Don’t worry about it,” he says quietly. “Now, I’m just going to clean you out a little here. Bear with me, it’ll be over quickly.”

He reaches his fingers below the suds and seeks out the abused entrance between Ethan’s legs. With great care he slowly reaches up into the boy, pushing two digits into him, stretching him enough to allow the cum inside of him to dribble out into the bathwater. He can see the way Ethan winces as he does, but he goes slowly, trying to be as thorough as he can. He does his best to be gentle. Ethan whimpers quietly, but says nothing more.

Eventually, when he is satisfied that the boy’s insides are free of their fathers’ leavings, Noah stands, wiping his hands off on a towel. “I’m going to go grab our clothes,” he tells Ethan. “You wait here. Stay in the bath, and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Noah tiptoes quietly back down the stairs. When he reaches the main floor, he sticks his head into the dining room for a moment, just to take a peek. His own father and Ethan’s father sit next to each other at the large dining table around plates of spaghetti and meatballs with homemade marinara sauce. They are both still and silent.

Noah opens the door to the basement and goes down to the toy room, retrieving his own clothes and Ethan’s. He checks them over for cum stains, but both seem relatively clean. They’d undressed Ethan immediately upon bringing him downstairs, and Noah had already been naked and strapped into his fucking machine at the time. He always undresses and folds his clothes neatly before his sessions with the machine, so his father doesn’t have to pick them up later.

Clutching the two cloth bundles, Noah heads back up to the main floor. He glances at the dining room again, and then looks up the stairs. Making a decision, he puts the clothes temporarily on the bottom step and heads back into the dining room.

Mr. Finnis is slumped facedown on the table next to his plate of pasta. He does not appear to be breathing, and his face has already turned a slightly blue color. Noah puts a finger to his neck just in case, checking his pulse. It’s still there, thready but weak. He’ll have to wait a few more minutes before calling emergency services. Just as well; he can use the time to dress himself and Ethan and get them presentable.

He looks at his own father next. Papa is leaned back in his chair, instead of forwards, face pointed up towards the ceiling. His skin is also blue. Noah’s research indicates that this is a normal symptom of botulinum toxin poisoning. The toxin is a paralytic, stopping the lungs and suffocating the victim to death. A bit like strangulation, according to the article. The potent substance is occasionally found as a natural byproduct in home-canned tomato sauce if the canning and sterilization process is not done properly. Noah’s not sure if the naturally-occuring version is usually present in quite as large a quantity as the amount in the pasta sauce that these men have eaten. But it’s unlikely that the comparison will ever be tested regardless.

And even if it is, well... it’s not like Noah doesn’t have a few friends on the police force at this point. And he’s certainly well-versed in a variety of strategies to gain more among lab technicians if he has to.

Noah approaches his father and reaches into the man’s pocket to retrieve the keys to his cock-cage. He takes the object off immediately, freeing his cock from its relatively short confinement. He’ll have to hide the cage somewhere, along with the keys. It might be suspicious if he’s discovered wearing it. The door to the basement will have to be locked as well, but there’s plenty of time.

Noah’s father does not stir at the removal of the keys. Noah is about to turn away and see to the cage's disposal somewhere when a familiar bulge catches his eye.

Noah’s eyebrows rise in surprise. He hadn’t expected his father to be hard. Had he been aroused when he died? It seems strange, given how recently he fucked the boys. And besides which, Papa is generally in complete control of his arousal, only hard when he wants to be. Could it somehow be a side-effect of...?

With a gasp, Noah realizes a very strange fact: this could be his very last chance to feel his father’s cock inside him. The man’s body is already starting to cool. Once the police arrive, there’s a good chance he’ll never see it again. Noah bites his lip, uncertain. He sets the cage and key down on the table. Maybe... Maybe just once more...

Noah undoes his father’s fly and pulls out his cock. Sure enough, it is fully, magnificently erect. Noah’s eyes widen. Papa truly is amazing.

Experimentally, Noah opens his mouth and lowers it down onto the head of his father’s cock. There’s no difference in taste; it feels the same as it always does as he sinks down onto it, letting it slide all the way down his throat. He gives it a good few thrusts, deep-throating it again and again, mostly just to slick it up as much as possible. Despite the firmness of the organ, he doubts there is any chance his father can still come.

With the cock fully lubed up, Noah climbs up onto the chair, positioning himself over his father’s lap. He’s just about to sink down when he remembers the vibrator still embedded inside him. He’ll have to get rid of that too, at some point. So many details to keep track of.

But no matter for now. He reaches behind himself and shifts the artificial phallus to one side to make room for the real one, positioning the head of his father’s cock just beside the toy at his entrance. Then, with deliberate, honed muscle control, he sinks slowly down.

His father’s cock splits him with a familiar girth, the customary slide of penetration almost comforting as he forces it further and further up his ass. Noah groans with wanton pleasure as the phallus cleaves him, filling up every crevice inside him. He bites his lip against the deliciousness of the sensation.

Finally, fully seated in his father’s lap, Noah begins to ride him. He can’t help the mewls of pleasure that escape him as he fucks himself on his father’s cock for the last time, driving it deep into himself over and over. He lets go, panting and moaning as loud as he wants, wringing as much pleasure as he can from the sensations. He drives himself down almost viciously, the thrusts punishingly hard, just like Papa would do.

He spends a long time riding his father’s cock. As the thrusts go on and on and on, Noah realizes that he’s waiting for a climax that won’t come. Normally they’d be finished when his father decided they were finished, whenever he was ready to shoot his load up into his son. If Noah was lucky, he’d be allowed to get himself off before then, but he’s never done so without his father’s explicit permission.

Noah redoubles the force of his thrusts, spinning himself around to face his father and get better leverage. He howls as he uses his entire weight to force himself down onto the spear again and again, cleaving himself open desperately over and over. The cock feels so good every time it slides up inside him, fills him with Papa’s flesh.

It’s only himself now; only his own pleasure that he’s waiting on. With a shout, Noah comes hard into his own hands and across his stomach. He’s careful not to get any cum on Papa; it would be tough to clean discreetly.

When his orgasm finally finishes, Noah sits panting, still impaled on his father’s cock as he catches his breath. With a contented sigh he brings his hand up to his mouth and proceeds to lick up his own cum, disposing of the evidence. He feels wanton as he does so, groaning around the fingers. He imagines the many, many times Papa has forced him to perform this same act, licking cum off his father’s fingers, or the floor, or another man’s cock.

Finally satisfied, Noah lifts himself up off his father’s cock with a groan, letting it slide out of him still hard. It feels wrong, somehow, to perform such an action without the accompanying feeling of jizz dribbling out of his hole. But Noah has made his choices at this point.

He hurries to clean up his father as much as he can and tuck him back into his slacks, leaving him as undisturbed as possible. His fingers linger on his father’s face, feeling the slight brush of stubble underneath the soft pads of his fingertips. Noah smiles.

After tying off as many remaining loose ends as he can think of, Noah goes back to the stairs and retrieves the clothes, heading back up to where Ethan is still waiting dutifully in the tub. He’s been in there so long now that his skin is starting to prune and wrinkle. Noah helps him out and into a towel.

“Are they waiting for us?” Ethan asks. “Are they going to be mad we’re taking so long?”

Noah shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says. “There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”