Shifting the camera into his left hand, Lou slapped Chris hard across the face with his right. Lou stormed from the bed's side to the table beside the lone closed window. Chris winced and waited for the stinging burn to fade from his cheek, all the while hearing a paper bag being rifled through hastily. Jim pushed the boy aside like rumpled quilt. The bear panted from his exertions and waddled, naked, over to where Lou stood. Light clinking of metal parts, sounding like minature chains, came to Chris' ears. The blond was already handcuffed - what could be worse? Lou's gruff and cold voice gave him the first inkling of an answer.
"Grab that slut, Jim. Grab him and hold him still."
Chris instinctively tried to inch away, but Jim's unrestrained hands were much faster. Jim yanked the boy up onto his knees and gripped the slender biceps tightly. Lou set the running camera on the tabletop, aimed at the bed as he approached his young captive from the side. A leather strap wrapped long around itself tapped in Lou's hand. Chris' eyes continually shifted between the strap and Lou's blank expression. This wasn't going to be good.
"Your uncle fucks you better than your daddy, huh?"
Chris shouted out from the folded leather cracking across his cheek. Lou swung it back across the other. Red welts arose on the blond's face. Tears of humiliation and pain broke free. Lou ignored them. He picked a different band of leather up from the table, displaying it before the lens as he readied it. A black mouth gag with a large penis-shaped pacifier. Lou forced the thick, short nub into Chris' mouth. Jim held the boy immobile while the straps joined behind Chris' head and a steel buckle latched the gag in place. A hard slap of leather on Chris' side assured the men that their captive's protests were now limited to harsh moans through his nose.
Hands sprang for the boy's throat, and for the first time, Chris feared for his life. A short, massive strip of black leather wrapped around his neck. The dog collar pulled tight and buckled, barely loose enough to slide against the blond's skin without leaving a burning friction. The strap in Lou's hand was allowed to unravel. A leash, and now clicking solidly onto the collar's ring.
"We'll just see about that. Daddy hasn't had a chance to fuck you good in bed for a long time. No car seats tonight, Chris. No mom coming home, or calling over where you are. Uncle Jim's gonna tape me fucking my gay son's ass. Jim - take the camera."
The bulkier man released Chris to fall to the bed chest-down, taking the recorder and filming Lou's striptease. Lou's clothes were such a middle-aged cliche, the blond sometimes wondered if it was a costume, seeing Lou dressed the same way every Thursday. An ugly brown necktie unknotted from the collar of a cheap pinstriped shirt. That unbuttoned and pulled off of a worn and stretched wifebeater tank. Belt and trousers unfastened, dropping down from covering plain white cotton boxer shorts. Lou took off his shoes, but the calf-gartered dark socks stayed on.
Three rough fingers shoved into Chris' ass dry. They weren't as unpleasant as they could've been, after Jim's lubricant and stretching. Lou felt out the boy's prostate through the warm inner flesh and hammered thrusts over it. Chris screamed into his gag, but there was no way the sound was going to get through the room's walls to someone who might care. The blond's shaft stiffened against the mattress in an uncomfortable position. Lou stopped the manual assault well before the boy could orgasm.
Lou knelt behind Chris on the bed, gripping the blond's hips to pull him up onto his knees. The side of Chris' face mashed into the covers. The coarse motel comforter scraped hellishly against the welt on his cheek. Lou pulled his hard cock and swelling balls through his boxer's front door, ripping the seam a little for wider access. The boy's employer took a wrapped condom from the nightstand and ripped it open. Unrolled it carefully. Threw it onto the bed in front of Chris' face, where the blond would be sure to see Lou wasn't going to wear it. Lubing with a drop of gel and a few fast pounds on his manhood to spread it, Lou clamped onto the young hips still greasy from Jim's ride. The forty-six-year-old's veiny cock launched into the boy, setting instantly into a pounding rhythm.
Jim extended the camera's lens for a close view of the slick, sticky, repetitive meeting of youthful ass and middle-aged crotch. Lou slapped at the girlishly rounded cheeks. He growled and mummbled about filthy desires and fantasies, entrenched deeply in his roleplay as Chris' father. Fantasies of pulling down the back of uniform pants and fucking Chris to celebrate a varsity win. Sex and whippings after a loss. The sweat, the adrenaline, naked father and son in the shower after. Son on his knees, giving dear old Dad a continuous blowjob throughout bowl games. Stripteases. Skinnydipping in the backyard pool. Sleeping naked in daddy's bed, bodies tangled together.
Jim moved the filming behind Lou, catching the boy's erection waggling unattended between his spread thighs. The teenager moaned and whimpered through the loveless coupling. There were audible signs that Chris had reluctantly begun licking and sucking on the anchored dildo in his mouth. Jim envied that gag, but at this point, neither of the men trusted the boy not to bite.
Lou ground his hips into Chris' soft flesh, burying his full length in the boy while reaching for the leash. Lou gave the tether a strong pull, yanking Chris' chest up from the bed's surface. Lou held him there for nearly ten seconds, listening with a smile to the blond struggle for breath. Feeling Chris writhe on his cock in panic was even better. Lou let the boy down before he could pass out. Gave him just enough time to recover his breath, before yanking the leash again. Lou held him up and used the looped end to whip the boy's ass this time. Twice more. Lou delighted in half-strangling the young man who looked after his children once a week. On the last pull, Lou reined in the leash until Chris' back was touching to the older man's chest. Jim lie on his side in front of them, getting an upshot of Lou ravaging the boy's hole. Lou kept a tight hold on the leash, giving Chris no leeway to move at all.
