Button stopped before Sweetie's house, a strange sense of unease hanging over his head. He couldn't explain why he felt so nervous. He had been friends with Sweetie for a while now, and this was by no means his first time going to her house for a video game session. Then again, those visits were under the supervision of Sweetie's mother or older sister, who were much easier to approach than the head of the family: Sweetie's father.
Going to his crush's house with her father present would be plenty intimidating on its own, regardless of who the man was, but Button's nerves were helped in no way by Sweetie's dad's reputation. It would be just his luck, for Button and all of his small, squishy, harmless glory, to find himself crushing on the daughter of Hondo Flanks. The Hondo Flanks. Hail-Mary Hondo, the quarterback responsible for the Canterlot Cavalry's unprecedented, and still unbroken, nine championship winning streak. Button hadn't met the man personally, but he'd seen tapes of Hondo playing before, and the idea of being in such close quarters with a man as big and strong as him scared Button out of his pants.
It was definitely fear Button felt before he knocked on the front door. Fear and nothing else.
"Calm down, Button, he's just a guy," Button muttered to himself. He took in a deep breath before nervously ringing the doorbell, jittering in place as the bell resounded throughout the house. “Just be polite, respectful, don’t be a smart ass, and maybe this will—”
Button wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen when he rang the doorbell. He just wasn’t thinking about it much. He just sort of assumed that Sweetie would answer. Even if she didn’t, it could’ve very easily been her mother or sister. What Button wasn’t expecting, for one reason or another, for Hondo himself to answer.
His surprise at the man being naked when he opened the door was much more justified.
“Oh, you must be Sweetie’s friend. Button, right?” Hondo leaned against the frame of the door, as if nothing was out of the ordinary in the slightest. Button froze, unable to tear his eyes away from the mountain of a man before him. “Cat got your tongue, son?”
“S-sorry, sir. Yes, I’m… Button… Sweetie invited me over?” Button just couldn’t get the words out, his brain entirely frazzled for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. Intimidation, was his best guess. It had to be. And, in defence of Button, it was perfectly understandable to be intimidated by a figure like Hondo. He had to be seven foot tall, likely even taller, and pure muscle. Forget being carved from marble, Hondo could’ve easily been crafted of pure diamond based on how hard and solid his body looked. Every bulging muscle, every vein, every thread of power in his limbs seemed intent on reducing Button to a stain on the floor. The fact that he wore only a healthy sheen of sweat only served to heighten the man’s threatening aura. No matter where Button looked, he felt like he was choking down his last breath, his head swimming from the intoxicatingly powerful musk of Hondo’s sweat. Eventually, through no conscious decision on his part, Button’s eyes darted down, and the poor boy nearly fainted.
Button didn’t realize dicks came in that size until he saw Hondo’s swinging between his knees. Long, dark, and as thick as his wrist, Button didn’t need to pull out a measuring tape to determine that Hondo’s equipment absolutely dwarfed his own. Even just one of Hondo’s heavy balls, visibly dripping a trickle of sweat onto the floor, was larger than the steadily hardening bulge in Button’s pants. Understandably, Button began to panic just a bit, all sorts of fears and uncertainties running through his head. What if Hondo didn’t like him? What if he didn’t approve of his friendship with Sweetie? Would Button be able to win him over? Why was he getting harder the longer he stared at his crush’s dad?
Or maybe Button had a new crush.
“Sweetie’s not in right now. She ran to the store to fetch something, I think,” said Hondo, either blissfully unaware of his effect on Button or else just a very good actor. “She should be back soon, though. Why don’t you come in and wait for her?”
“Uh…” Button couldn’t understand why simple English words were suddenly failing him. “Are you s-sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you. You seem… Busy.”
“Just getting a workout in to keep me busy. Don’t worry, it’s not a bother.” Hondo stepped aside, waving Button in. “Besides, I wanted to have a talk with you anyway.”
Entirely on autopilot, Button didn’t so much move towards the house as he watched himself walk from inside his own body. Hondo solidly patting him on the back did little to help with the weakness in Button’s knees, and the boy needed to be essentially dragged along through the house, through the living room and to a door that led to a flight of stairs going down.
“My gym’s down here. The wife doesn’t like having all the equipment out and about,” chuckled Hondo. “Watch your step, son.”
“Yes, sir.” Button’s throat ran dry, his heart threatening to burst straight out of his chest as he followed Hondo down the creaking wooden stairs. It was just a short flight of steps, and it was only a few moments before they spilled out into the basement, which was a fully stocked and equipped gym. There was a bench press, dumbbells, a treadmill, pull-up bars, and a multitude more materials that Button was too wimpy and dumpy to know the names or functions of. But the equipment wasn’t what Button first noticed about the gym.
No, that would be the smell. The air in the room seemed heavy, saturated with the scent of stale sweat and manly, masculine musk. Button realized he should probably find the smell unpleasant, and he thought he might have on some level. Yet, for some reason that Button couldn’t quite place, he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in the scent. As he stood close to Hondo, travelling further into the gym, Button realized that the smell wasn’t just from old gym equipment. No, the scent clung freshly to Hondo’s sculpted, Adonis-like physique, his musk making the hopefully unnoticed tent in Button’s pants twitch.
“You can take a seat over there, son.” Hondo gestured to a folding chair across from the bench press, piled high with clothes beside a large squared hamper. “Just toss those clothes in the hamper.”
“Yes, sir,” said Button, thankful and begrudged in equal measure for any excuse to tear his eyes away from Hondo’s physical perfection. He scooped up the clothes, a pair of jeans, boxers, a shirt and, most enticing, a jock strap, all drenched in a healthy amount of sweat. Button set the clothes gently atop the pile of laundry already in the hamper and took a seat, pressing his legs together in some futile attempt to hide his boner.
“So, Button, what is it you do?” asked Hondo, stepping one foot onto his bench to stretch. Button’s jaw hung slack, his eyes glued to Hondo’s chiseled back, the way his traps and lats tensed, his incredibly toned and solid ass as hard as steel, almost as if he was flexing intentionally. It wasn’t until Hondo turned to look at him did Button realize he had been sitting and staring for entirely too long. “It’s okay to be starstruck, son, but try to keep up.”
“R-right. Sorry, sorry. I’m just a little…” Button bit his lip, trying to find the right word. “Nervous.”
“You wouldn’t be the first. So? What do you do?”
“Oh, I’m in tech support right now, just to get me through until I can set up my own business,” said Button. “I want to get into video game development. I’ve already made a few small projects, but I need more time to get my studio set up.”
“Hm. Sweetie always seems to fall for you more… academic types,” noted Hondo. “She’s probably had enough musclehead jocks for a lifetime.”
“Oh, no, sir. Sweetie and I are—”
“Just friends? Yeah, I’m sure.” Hondo snickered to himself, finally laying down on the bench and preparing to lift. To Button’s amazement, Hondo lifted the massive barbell, easily 400 pounds, with ease. Though his powerful arms twitched and tensed, absolutely bristling with power, he let out nary a grunt as he pressed the weight to his chest and lifted. “I said the same thing when Cookie and I started dating. I don’t think her old man was convinced then, either.”
“How did you and your wife meet?” Button gulped, his mind hijacked by the thought of being the lucky woman who got to take a beast like Hondo to bed every night. “If you don’t mind me asking…”
“She was a fan. Came to all of my games, always front row. My first cheerleader, really,” laughed Hondo. “Not the last, mind you. Seemed like every week, Cookie was fighting off a different groupie trying to get at me. I tried to tell them I was spoken for, but those girls wouldn’t take no for an answer! Can’t say I blame them, either.”
“When I was younger, my dad and I watched you play. I wasn’t really interested in sports, but watching you was special,” said Button, feeling his nerves settle just a bit. “You used to be incredible!”
“Heh. ‘Used to be’? I’ve still got it, kid!”
"Oh, of course! I didn't mean to… I'm sure you're just as good as you used to be!"
"I'm teasing you, son. Loosen up a bit. You know, the girls like a guy who’s sure of himself,” said Hondo. Button had already lost count of how many reps Hondo had done, but it was likely more than Button could lift in a lifetime and, somehow, the physical specimen had barely broken a sweat. As he stared, his head going light and fuzzy from the air heavy with Hondo’s musk, Button found himself wishing for a bit more sweat. “The whole humble routine doesn’t always work out. The reason I was fighting off the girls like I was because I knew damn well how good I look.” Hondo racked his weights, sitting up and letting the sweat drip down his massively muscular frame. “So, what do you think?”
“Oh, y-yeah. I think you’re very good looking, sir,” said Button, his face bright red and radiating enough heat to fry an egg. He took a short moment to think, to take in the curve of Hondo’s mustached lip into a cocky smirk, before his brain caught up to the situation and his embarrassment skyrocketed. “That’s, uh… Not what you meant. Was it?”
“I was talking about my advice, but I’m flattered. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Hondo stood up, and Button’s eyes once again darted down to his impressively sized equipment for just long enough to tinge his cheeks red. “I already told you, I know I’m a stud. Can’t exactly blame you for getting caught up like that.”
“R-right. Sorry…”
“Don’t be. I get it a lot. You sit tight, I’ll be right back.” Hondo turned for the steps and stretched, flexing and tensing his incredible musculature, apparently just to tease Button with his bulging veins and rock-solid ass. “I need to make a quick protein shake. Maybe by then, Sweetie will be back.”
“Yes, sir.” Button watched his crush’s dad leave, finding himself staring at Hondo’s body more than he ever had at Sweetie, watching the statuesque athlete leave the room. He waited, listening closely as the footsteps receded upwards, not moving until he heard the click of the door close behind Hondo. Then, finally alone, Button did the only thing he could think to do, the only thing his brain had been thinking of this whole time.
As quick as a flash, Button had undone his jeans and reached into his boxers to grip his throbbing cock. He let out a little grunt as his fingers wrapped around his package, just one hand bigger than his sensitive length. Not like Hondo; Button wasn’t sure he’d be able to completely cover Hondo’s cock if he had four hands to work with. To say the former football star put him to shame would be a massive understatement, something Button found himself focusing on more and more as he stroked himself.
He was so much bigger, so much stronger, so much more manly. Hondo was tall, hard as steel, and more than confident enough to charm or seduce whoever he wanted. By contrast, Button himself was on the shorter side, soft, squishy, and downright cushioned in some places from his less active lifestyle, and he couldn’t be less confident if he tried. Hondo was the perfect man, an alpha in every sense. So masculine that his scent alone was enough to have Button, who was perfectly confident in his heterosexuality, weak at the knees and desperate to get even a whiff of a real man.
Button’s eyes drifted to the left, landing on the hamper of dirty clothes beside him, and his body started to move on its own; He snatched up Hondo’s jock strap and pressed it to his nose, inhaling the heady, earthy, overwhelming scent of Hondo’s sweat. The scent was intoxicating and sent Button into a frenzy, stroking faster and faster. He wasn’t concerned with getting caught, nor did he have a plan for when he would cum. All he knew was that he was going mad from the teasing, the musk, the mouthwatering manliness of such a specimen of physical perfection.
“When I said confident, this wasn’t what I had in mind, son.”
Button froze, his head very nearly lit aflame from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He slowly turned, his brain not even working well enough to move the jock strap from beneath his nostrils. Hondo was back in the stairwell, sipping a protein shake as he leaned against the wall. As reality washed back over him, Button jumped, tossing the jock strap back to the hamper and pulling his hands from his pants in a futile attempt at appearing natural.
“Um… It’s not what it looks like…” squeaked Button, despite it very clearly being precisely what it looked like. Hondo smirked, descending the last few steps until he was standing just a few scant inches from where Button was sitting. At his seated position, furthering the height difference between the two putting Button exactly at eye-level with Hondo’s impressively, incredibly, intimidatingly fat cock, and the hot, sweaty, stuffy balls hanging just below.
“Really, son?” asked Hondo, cocking his brow. “Because it looks like you were jerking off while huffing my sweaty gear.”
“Oh. Well, um…” Button couldn’t think straight, his mind melting into a pool in his skull. If he thought the scent on the jock was strong, being this close to Hondo could only be described as an assault. Such a powerful smell, it threatened to leave Button drooling right then and there. “Er… I guess it is what it looks like, then…”
“You know, if you wanted to gawk at me, you could at least try to pretend like you’re interested in my daughter.”
“I am interested!” Button froze, his brain thoroughly scrambled by this point. “Er… As a f-friend, you know? Just friends.”
“Right. So you came here to be ‘friends’ with Sweetie, and now you’re jerking off to her old man,” said Hondo with a nod. “Makes perfect sense.”
“I was just… You see, I’m… It’s, uh…” tried Button, just entirely incapable of formulating a convincing lie to justify is behavior. “I’m not gay, so…”
“Oh, you’re not? If that’s the case…” Hondo took a half step forward and raised his right leg up to rest on the seat, right next to Button’s cushy bottom, which brought his sweaty cock even closer to Button’s face. He bent his arm as he rested it on his knee, tensing and flexing his bristlingly powerful bicep for no other reason than to make Button flush red. “Then you should be able to control yourself with my big fat dick under your nose.”
“T-totally. I can completely… control myself…” The scent of Hondo’s sweat was so intense, and it only grew stronger with time, further clouding Button’s thought process. “I’m, like, the straightest, so… Doesn’t matter how big and sweaty… and juicy your cock is… It doesn’t make any difference to me, because I only like… girls…”
Button hadn’t realized it, but as he was speaking, he was also leaning in closer and closer to Hondo’s crotch. It wasn’t until his nose touched the football star’s flare did Button snap back to reality, his eyes watering from the addictively intense musk forcing its way into his nostrils. He was so close to it, could feel the warmth radiate from Hondo’s package, and Button felt his lips part of their own accord. Maybe a quick taste would be okay, totally by “accident”, and just to prove to Button what he already knew. He didn’t like it, he wasn’t attracted to his crush’s hunk of a father, and he definitely didn’t want to lick every last bead of sweat from his chiseled form.
“That’s what I thought, kid,” snickered Hondo as Button let his tongue slide across his sweaty, salty flesh. Hondo patted Button atop the head, watching as the boy was consumed more and more by his own urges. One tiny lick became a longer one, then two, three, eventually devolving into sloppy kisses from Button trying to wrap his lips around the girthy shaft, pressing his lips against Hondo’s medial ring in a misguided attempt to get his mouth on the fat cock from the side. “Go ahead, lick that cock. Savor that taste, boy.”
“Yes… sir…” breathed Button. Now that he had tasted Hondo, he couldn’t be less concerned with appearances, or whether or not he was straight. Right then, at that particular moment, Button just wanted more, more masculine perfection, more earthy musk. More cock. “So good…”
“I’m not convinced. Act like you love it, kid.” Hondo pulled Button’s face, now positively beet-red from embarrassment, deeper in his crotch, burying the boy’s face in heavy, musky, stuffy balls. "Lemme hear it, kid. Who's your daddy?"
"Y-you are…" Button punctuated this by rubbing his face along Hondo's hefty endowment. "You smell so good…"
"Yeah, I bet. Get a taste while you can, kid. I've gotta get back to my workout," said Hondo, cracking his knuckles impatiently. "Besides, Sweetie will be back any minute, and I doubt you want her to catch you with my nuts in your mouth."
Truthfully, Button didn't care about that. Sweetie could catch them and think whatever she wanted by this point, all Button cared about just then was fitting Hondo's fat, sticky balls into his mouth so he could savor the salty, masculine flavor. He slobbered on Hondo's sack, his soft lips spread to their limit as he tried to take even one of Hondo's hefty nuts into his mouth, to minimal success. Finally, after giving the curious boy what he thought to be ample time to collect himself, Hondo pulled himself from Button's mouth with a wet pop before gearing up for his next set.
"Hm… I'm thinking pull-ups…" Hondo turned to his pull-up bars, showing his toned, muscular back to Button, who bit his lip in anticipation. Hondo was just such a perfect specimen, Button couldn't help but stare at his giant, 7-foot frame, his eyes particularly focused on Hondo's ass. The way the solid planes of muscle tensed and relaxed as Hondo approached the bars was almost hypnotic, so much so that Button was beginning to think Hondo was doing all of this on purpose.
"Er… While you work out, would it be okay if I, um…" Button swallowed his heart back down, deciding he couldn't possibly embarrass himself any worse than he already had. "Would it be okay if I touched myself? Watching you work out is just really… really hot…"
"Hoho, there's some confidence! I like it," laughed Hondo, gripping the bars and doing a test rep, just to prepare himself. "Go ahead, just don't go making a mess in my gym, am I clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, what?"
"Oh. Right." Button gulped again, his earlier theory of reaching the peak of embarrassment blown out of the water. "Yes, Daddy."
With that, Hondo returned to his workout, leaving Button to stare on in wonderment. He gripped his pull-up bars in his powerful grasp and hoisted his chiseled body up into the air. His muscles bulged and tensed with every flex and relaxation, his arms bending and straightening as he completed his reps. Button, of course, did more than just stare. He stroked himself in his pants, all but drooling at the sight of Hondo’s firm ass clenched as he did his reps. Button found himself as hard as he had ever been in his life, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to jerk off before he broke his promise to his new daddy.
Button dragged himself to his feet, letting out a pitiful little squeak as he dropped his dick back into his boxers. He slowly lurched forward, closer and closer to Hondo’s glistening body, particularly his impressive buns of steel. There was just something so enticing, so hypnotic, about Hondo’s tensed cheeks, that Button couldn’t help but approach the athlete from behind, his soft, trembling hands reaching forward to touch Hondo’s perfect body.
If Hondo noticed Button’s touch, he was too busy with his workout to comment on it. Button wasn’t sure if there was anything on this planet that could stop him at this point, not when Hondo’s perfect ass was right in front of him, enticing him with its intoxicating musk. With his soft, trembling hands, he gripped Hondo’s firm cheeks and spread them as best as he could (though the powerful glutes showed quite a bit of resistance) and dove in, pressing his nose to Hond’s sweaty hole and taking in a deep huff. Even Button was surprised to hear the moan leave his body, his stiff cock twitching in his pants as he nearly came just from the powerful, manly smell of Hondo’s sweat.
“Yeah, ‘only like girls’, my ass,” murmured Hondo. He scissored his legs around Button’s soft, squishy torso, his grip so tight and his legs so powerful that he actually began to lift Button off of the ground as he did his pull-ups. “Go ahead, queer boy, you’re already this deep. Lick Daddy’s sweaty asshole.”
He needn’t repeat himself, because Button was already on it. He let his tongue flit out, prodding at Hondo’s tight hole and enjoying the salty, somewhat bitter taste of his pucker. Every drop of Hondo’s sweat that Button shined off with his tongue was another wave of euphoria, another shockwave threatening to make Button erupt without so much as touching his own cock. The sensation of being so inferior that this older man barely had to do anything to get Button rimming him, worshipping his musky, sweaty, salty, delectable asshole, it was too much for Button’s mind to truly grasp. Until about twenty minutes ago, he was utterly convinced that he was as straight as a gun barrel, but now he was slobbering between the firm cheeks of a true Adonis of a man.
Being wrong had never felt so right.
“Alright, girly boy, that’s enough,” grunted Hondo. Button just whined, wiggling his tongue into his Daddy’s hole to taste him as deeply and potently as humanly possible. He just couldn’t help himself, kissing Hondo’s pucker with his own soft lips, slurping the sweat from his body, and all butt suffocating on the delectably masculine scent that assertively forced its way into his nose. “Let go now and I’ll give you a treat. Otherwise, I’ll drop you on your ass.”
The prospect of a treat was an attractive one, and after only a second of pensive thought, Button pulled himself free in compliance with Hondo and, slightly less importantly, to take in a fresh breath of air for the first time in almost two minutes. He released Hondo and, carefully, fell from between the football star’s tensed legs, landing shakily on his feet. He wiped the sweat and drool from his face, watching as the much bigger, much stronger man dismounted the bars and loomed over him.
“Normally, the wife is here to spot me, but she’s been away for a few days for work,” said Hondo. “So that means you get to give me my second wind.” He pointed down, to his thick, half-hard cock, his partial erection still easily twice as big as Button at full mast. “So why don’t you give my cock the same treatment you gave my ass?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Button dropped to his knees immediately upon being commanded by Hondo, using both hands to grab the athlete’s impressive equipment. So big, so hard, so warm, Button gave it a gentle squeeze with his soft hands before bringing his lips to kiss Hondo’s flare. The gentle contact and soft, inviting nature of Button’s mouth made Hondo twitch, and a fat bead of precum poured from Hondo’s cock. Button slurped up the clear liquid, filling his mouth with the salty, manly taste of a true alpha. Button wasn’t sure if he could produce as much cum from a full orgasm as Hondo produced in the single squirt of pre that currently filled his mouth.
“You’re gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder than that, kid.” Hondo placed his large hand atop Button’s head, gripping him firmly by the hair. “Open up and suck it. Now.”
It truly felt like an impossible task, but Button set out to accomplish it nevertheless. He forced his mouth open as wide as it could go, wrapping his lips snugly against Hondo’s flare, his eyes rolling back from the overwhelming taste of manly, salty flesh on his tongue. With conviction, Button proceeded on, each inch of man meat threatening to break the boy right there. He worked his tongue around the large, flat head, his cheeks flushing when he heard Hondo let out a little grunt. It seemed that Button was doing well, which was more than just a bit encouraging.
Hondo pulled on Button’s hair, pulling him in even closer and forcing even more fat cock into the boy’s unsuspecting mouth. Button let out a choking cough when Hondo hit the back of his throat, but the alpha seemed unconcerned with Button’s limits; He forced Button down even more, down until his flare popped into Button’s quivering, convulsing throat. Tears welled in Button’s eyes as he gagged, but he didn’t fight or pull away, and he wouldn’t have even if he could. At that moment, the only thing Button cared about was the sweat, the musk, the steady stream of precum that was pouring its way into his stomach. More. All he wanted was more, and Hondo had plenty more to give.
“I really need to have a talk with Sweetie,” grunted Hondo. “She really has to stop bringing home boys who like dick, or she’s gonna end up breaking her own heart…” Button tried to mutter out some answer, not producing anything intelligible around the extra-large helping of cock stretching his mouth to its limit. “Don’t try to talk, kid. Just focus on polishing my cock with your tonsils.”
With each inch that Button took into his throat, he felt his head go lighter, the air in his lungs being replaced by the dense, heavy musk that permeated from Hondo’s body. He felt as though he could pass out then and there, and he’d have had no regrets were that to be the case, but Hondo had other plans. Once it became clear that Button was dead set on choking down the entirety of his cock (or die trying), Hondo saw fit to pull himself away, out of Button’s throat and mouth to give the boy a chance to breathe. And, no matter how much he surely adored being choked by Hondo’s massive pole, fresh air was a wonderful gift in its own right; Button gasped down breath after breath, using his hand to wipe away the strands of saliva and pre that still connected him to his Daddy.
“You’ve got potential, kid. Just need more practice,” said Hondo. He glanced down at his cock, admittedly surprised by where the wet spot stopped; It was evident that Button was a rookie, but, bless his heart, he managed to take Hondo halfway. Even some of the more experienced groupies in his past weren’t capable of that. “There should be a beige towel near the top of that hamper. Grab it for me.”
“Y-yes, Daddy…” coughed Button. He slowly gained a vertical base, taking a few trembling steps towards the hamper before his jelly legs gave out from underneath him; Button made a mad grab for anything to support him, his hands falling on the hamper itself. It didn’t help much, and Button tipped the whole thing over, hitting the ground with a grunt, followed by another, higher-pitched exclamation. A sound Button was positive he didn’t make. Once he made sure he hadn’t hurt himself too terribly bad, his eyes fell on a body amongst the dirty clothes. A petite, dainty, female body with panties around its ankles and a hand between its legs.
The same petite, dainty female that Button was here for in the first place.
“S-Sweetie?!” Button jumped back, more than surprised to see his crush in such a compromising position. “What the heck?!”
“Ow…” Sweetie rubbed her head gingerly, turning herself over into a seated position. Once she noticed how exposed she was, she squeezed her thighs together, adopting some small amount of modesty. “Hey Button. Hi, Daddy…”
“Wanna clue me in to what you’re doing in my dirty clothes?” asked Hondo, though his tone and smirk seemed to betray the fact that he at least had a few theories.
“Well… I knew Button was coming over, and I know you like to meet the boys I like, so I thought I’d, y’know… Let you do your thing.”
“My thing. You mean the thing where I throat fuck your little boyfriends until they’re not interested in girls like you anymore?”
“Heheh…” Sweetie gave a sheepish grin, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “Yep…”
“Wait, you set this up?” asked Button. Sweetie nodded. “But… Why?!”
“Look, Button, I think you’re really cute. But I thought you’d look even cuter with a fat cock in your mouth, and I don’t know anyone with a fatter cock than my dad,” she explained. She grinned a bit more naturally, giving Button a little nudge. “I was right, by the way. You looked great down there.”
“So that’s why all of your boyfriends turn out gay,” laughed Hondo. “Smart little hustle, baby girl. But if you wanted me to wreck your boys, all you had to do is ask.”
“Somehow, I didn’t think he’d be interested in that pitch. ‘Yeah, Button, I like you and all, wanna come over and get fucked by my dad’? Not a very good sell, especially since he thought he was into me.”
"But I am into you," said Button, still stubbornly clinging to the decimated fragments of his shattered heterosexuality. "I think you're really pretty and cool, all I wanted was to get with you."
"Oh, honey, you poor thing," said Sweetie, shaking her head. "You really still think that, huh?"
“It’s true!”
“Alright, then, let’s prove it. How about this?” Sweetie crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, looking almost innocent despite being bottomless and having been caught peeping. “Pick one. You can kiss me right now, and if you do, we can go upstairs and play video games while I suck your dick. Or…”
“You can go back to making out with my sweaty asshole,” said Hondo, turning to show Button his chiseled backside. “And you can only pick one.”
“Wha…? What are you…?” sputtered Button. His eyes darted from Sweetie, the prettiest girl he had ever seen, to her father, the biggest hunk that anyone had ever seen, and slumped his shoulders, his cheeks blooming bright red. “Only one?”
“Hurry up, kid, we all know what you’re gonna pick. Just get on with it. You know you want to get your tongue deep in Daddy’s—” Hondo stopped, because he looked over his shoulder and saw Button crawling forward. Soft hands reached up to grab Hondo by the hips and, just like before, Button dove in, moaning when his tongue made contact with salty, slightly bitter flesh. “Exactly. Sorry, Sweetie, but your little boyfriend made his choice.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry about? This is awesome!” Sweetie’s grin was ever-present as she swiveled around, rubbing her pussy at the scene unfolding before her. “Beats internet porn any day of the week…”
Button could hear Hondo laughing at him, he could feel the titan of a man quaking from above, but he didn’t let this slow him. If anything, Button worked his tongue faster, smacking his lips against his Daddy’s tight hole as he smeared his face with sweat and slobber. His heart thumped, going even louder when Hondo grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed Button in deeper, forcing more sweaty alpha musk into the boy’s lungs. Button felt like he could cum right then and there.
As it turned out, Hondo had other ideas; He yanked Button away, tossing him to the cold floor roughly. Before Button could climb back to his feet, a powerful hand grabbed him around the back of the collar, muscling him up and over to the folding chair he formerly sat at. Hondo dropped him onto the chair, belly on the seat, and kept Button bent over the seat with one hand. With the other, he grabbed the waistband of Button’s jeans and boxers, pulling them down to his knees with a single deft tug.
It was clear from the very beginning that, on the scale of soft and squishy to hard and toned, Button very much so fell closer to the former, but it was a different experience to see his bare backside. With such a soft, pliable, bouncy ass, sturdy, girly hips, and thick, juicy thighs, Hondo wasn’t sure if he had been with a woman with a figure like Button’s.
“Nice ass, kid. I like ‘em a little cushioned.” Hondo slapped his hand to Button’s ass, squeezing his cheeks hard enough to leave the imprint of his fingers into the soft flesh. “Not much dick, but that doesn’t matter. You’ve got an ass that’d make my wife jealous. And if you’ve got a body like a girl…” Hondo gripped his fat shaft and guided it forward, prodding Button’s tight, snug asshole with his flare. “Then you can get fucked like one, too.”
“W-wait!” Button wiggled, his fear of being destroyed by such a large cock matched only by his desire for it to happen. “You’re so big… You can’t just…”
“Hm… Hold him steady, Sweetie, and spread him from me. Don’t wanna hurt the kid too bad.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Sweetie stopped jilling herself for a moment, crawling on all fours until she was upon Button, bent over the chair and seconds away from getting broken in by a real man. With a little giggle, Sweetie grabbed Button’s ass, spreading his cheeks to allow her father a straight shot at his virgin hole. Finally, she rested her head against the small of Button’s back, which had the dual purpose of weighing him down and giving her the closest possible view of the gargantuan cock going into who was very nearly her boyfriend. “Fire when ready!”
“Wait, please. I’m not ready, I’ve never—Oh, fuck!”
Hondo groaned as he forced his flare into Button’s waiting hole, spreading the boy’s ring to its limit before he even started thrusting. Button shrieked, the pain just barely edged out by the insane, impossible, unimaginable pleasure of being stuffed so completely. His cock throbbed and twitched as Hondo forced more and more of his shaft into Button’s soft, squishy body.
The slow and steady approach didn’t last, and Hondo very quickly went about jerking his hips forward, slamming into Button’s cushions with his pelvis. That one thrust was almost enough to knock Button’s lights out, his tongue hanging from his mouth as a long, quivering, feminine moan escaped him. He let out a breath and, when he went to inhale another, Hondo reamed him again, stealing the air from his lungs. A rhythm developed, every attempt at air being interrupted by a fat cock slamming Buttons ass apart.
“Wow, Daddy, you’re really going for it,” said Sweetie with a giggle. She rounded to Button’s front, nothing how hard he was gripping the seat, and laced her fingers around Button’s. She gave him a gentle squeeze, patting his arm with her other hand. “You’re doing great, Button. Just take it easy, let it happen. Just like that, let Daddy take you…”
“Oh my God…” Button moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping Sweetie a bit tighter. “I can feel him in my stomach…”
“I bet. But just look at you! You’re taking it so deep!” Sweetie brushed a hand through Button’s hair tenderly, encouragingly, in stark contrast to the uncaring, unforgiving pounding he was enduring. Button nearly cried, too much going through his mind at once for him to process it. He felt full, stretched, pained, ecstatic. All he could do just then was hold onto his friend for dear life, burying his blushing face in his arm.
“Come on, kid, work it! Throw that girly ass of yours back,” demanded Hondo. He grabbed a fistful of Button’s shirt with one hand, pulling his wide hips back and holding him in place while he flexed his other powerful arm. “Bounce on my fat cock. Make Daddy cum.”
Button nodded, then did just as he was told; He pulled himself forward before driving his hips back, piercing himself on Hondo, taking him all the way to the base. He worked his hips, falling into a natural rhythm of throwing himself onto Hondo’s pole. Button’s moans quickened, feeling himself closer and closer to the edge with each slam of Hondo’s flare against his prostate, his entire body quivering with delight. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn’t quite get himself to the point of no return. If his brain was capable of coherent thought just then, he’d probably attribute it to his subconscious restraint, not quite throwing as much of his weight as he could with his strokes. When dealing with equipment like Hondo’s, Button was already at risk of hurting himself, and he really didn’t want to tempt fate.
Luckily for him, Hondo was perfectly fine with taking that chance, and he returned to bucking his hips forward. Button let out a yelping moan when Hondo drilled him to his prostate, feeling his orgasm slam into him like an all-star quarterback (which was technically exactly what was happening); A wave of electric heat ran through Button, his legs trembling and kicking weakly as he finally came. Cum didn’t so much shoot from Button’s dick as it did drip out, his orgasm hitting his entire body more than just his cock. Sweetie coached him through it, rubbing his arm and whispering words of encouragement that Button was far too distracted to properly understand. And then, just when Button thought it was over, the impossible happened: Hondo started to fuck him faster, harder, rougher.
The bigger man grunted as he worked, slamming into Button so hard that each thrust ran the risk of tipping the boy forward over his chair. With his massive, impossibly strong hands, he held Button in place, breeding him to pieces. Button tried to beg for a break, a short reprieve to catch his breath, but that was unlikely. Even if he managed to choke out the request (which he was too breathless and distracted to do anyway), Hondo was far more interested in rearranging Button’s guts than anything else just then.
Finally, after what felt like hours of abuse, Button could hear Hondo’s breathing pick up, he could feel his cock flaring inside of him. He was close, which boded well for Button. He wasn’t sure how much more he could manage to take. With what felt like the last of his energy, Button worked his hips, wiggling and squirming to get Hondo as deep inside of him as humanly possible.
“That’s it, Daddy…” panted Button. “Fuck my ass… You like the way I bounce? Mm… Fuck… Cum… Cum… Cum in my ass, Daddy, please…”
With a great groan, Hondo slammed himself into Button as gruffly and unforgivingly as ever, his cock pulsing even bigger and harder as he came. Grand spurts of hot, potent seed flooded Button, each rope being more than double what Button was capable of in an entire load. His eyes fluttered closed, the sheer delight of being bred by such a superior specimen nearly driving him to cum yet again. After somewhere north of a half-dozen spurts, Hondo let out a contented sigh, sliding his sticky cock free of Button’s gaped, abused, deflowered hole; A river of warm, thick, sticky cum dripped from Button’s gape and down his soft, pillowy thighs.
“God, Daddy,” said Sweetie, giggling as she touched herself. “I think you broke him…”
“He asked for it. He’s the one who was slobbering over my cock,” said Hondo with a shrug. “If he didn’t want it so rough, he should’ve said so.”
“N-no…” panted Button, slumping his head down. After a bit to catch his breath, he rolled over and out of the chair, landing his cushioned ass on the cold concrete and laying out on his back. He covered his eyes with an arm, using the other to give a weak, trembling thumbs-up. “This was… Good… Perfect…”
“Don’t get me wrong, Daddy, I wasn’t complaining.” Sweetie leaned forward and gave Button a gentle peck on the cheek, beyond amused that, even after all he’s done that day, that still managed to make him blush. Hondo waved her off and, a bit confused, Sweetie slowly retreated. “What’s up?”
“Your friend needs a shower. And as it so happens…”
Button was surprised when he felt the warm stream splash against his face, unable to see exactly what was going on due to his arm covering his eyes. Based on the smell, temperature, and the way Hondo sighed when it started, Button felt safe in guessing that he was being peed on. He reckoned he should probably be grossed out by that, but then it dawned on him that he had licked and worshipped basically every last bit of Hondo’s body. How different was this, really? Finally, he moved his arm and let his mouth hang open, the salty, bitter, pungent urine splashing against his face and filling his mouth. Somehow, even Hondo’s piss tasted manly.
“There’s a good boy,” said Hondo, shaking the last few drips from his flare. “Now, as fun as that was, I should probably hit the shower. Might relax in the mancave.”
“What about Button?” asked Sweetie, biting her lip. She could barely control herself; seeing Button used and abused by her father was something she found incredibly hot. “And, y’know, me?”
“Take him to your bathroom and get him cleaned up. Then bring him over.” Hondo cracked his neck, carefully stepping over Button and the puddle of cum and piss he had made on his way to the steps. “He can suck me off again. Oh, and have him bring a beer. Plowing your boyfriends always makes me thirsty.”
Button propped himself up on his elbows, watching his new Daddy depart, smiling when Hondo paused on the steps for a moment to flex for him. He grinned deliriously, barely processing that Sweetie was passing him a towel until he was using it to wipe the sweat and piss from his eyes.
“So?” asked Sweetie, nudging Button slightly. “What’re you thinking?”
Button took a moment to think, about what he’d done, or—more accurately—what had been done to him. He grinned even wider, taking the sweaty, urine-soaked towel and brought it to his nose, the scent of his new Daddy making his little cock hard all over again.
“Maybe I’m not totally straight, after all…”
