Silver Fox

A construction worker's life drastically changes when a video in which he appears shirtless goes viral. Out of nowhere, the hunky 46 years-old becomes a sensation in the gay community! And when he realizes how much money he can make selling pictures and videos of himself online... Bruce decides to become Silver Fox!

SILVER FOX

Chapter 5: Dom Daddy

The ring of my phone woke me up.

It ruined the sweet dream I was having in which my engorged dick was getting serviced by an anonymous cock-sucker. It was just a mouth; I could not remember who it was at the other end of my leaking bone.

Already, the erotic dream was fading away.

Fucking ringtone.

I picked-up my phone semi-awake.

"Bruce, I hope I'm not waking you up."

I straightened up in my bed.

I looked down at my morning wood. My sheets were wet from the sweats. It had been another hot summer night.

I really needed to set up air-conditioning in my place.

"What do you want?" I grunted.

It was Mike Porter.

I tried to understand why the fuck he would be calling me and then, I remembered the incident at the client's house the day before.

Shit.

I was about to get fired for fooling around with Mitchell! There must have been a fight with his husband.

"There's a slight change for today." Mike told me.

"Is there?"

I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"For some damn reason, the clients were very happy with your work yesterday. They said they didn't need the entire team to finish up the renovation, and they told me they were quite satisfied with your dedication in particular, Bruce."

I was not expecting this.

I was not getting fired. On the contrary, I was being praised!

To be frank, I had troubles fixing my thoughts as my mind was wandering back in my sweet erotic dream.

"Well... Great."

"They're still expecting you today for fixing the last details but... I... I wanted to thank you on behalf of the entire team."

I had to refrain myself from laughing.

The young Porter, forced to expressly thank me. He must have been hating this.

My big dick twitched as my boss had to swallow his pride.

"I've been doing this job for more than 25 years; I know what I'm doing, kiddo."

I could feel his annoyance over the phone at being called "kiddo". But what could he do? His father was now watching his back and I was freaking employee of the month apparently.

"Well, the clients are expecting you on site in one hour. Don't ruin this, Bruce."

"Of course, and say hi to your dad for me."

I hung up the phone, satisfied.

I took this opportunity to check my social media. I had gained a few thousands new followers during the night and received more DMs that I would have to check on later.

I mindlessly stroked my cock reading a few comments praising my salt and pepper hair and calling me Daddy.

Life had been good to me lately.

I almost took a snapshot of my erected penis, lying there and leaking on my stomach. The few grey pubic hair would be a hit, my large cockhead and my massive bone would break the Internet for sure.

I took the picture but I did not post it anywhere.

My fans did not get access to everything. Not yet, anyway.

I got out from my bed, drank a coffee, and I enjoyed the time in the day when the air was breathable.

I used to love Summer when I was younger, but now, it seemed like it was only getting me more tired. Global warming was no joke, those Summers were getting increasingly unbearable.

I took a cold shower and my cock slowly deflated during it.

I started to wonder... What did Mitchell want, having me going to his place by myself? He had to be expecting something from me.

I was not anxious nor afraid, but I was curious driving there.

When I had made him sniff and lick my chest, it was very new to me. I hardly recognized myself, being that kinky and dominant.

Do not get me wrong, I liked to be in charge when fucking women, but until recently, I genuinely did not think I could get horny while doing anything with another dude.

Yet, those guys lusting over me were turning me on.

There was something in the way they were craving my body, my scent, my feet, my nearly 47 years-old demanding cock.

I stirred up again in the car driving there.

No need to be in your twenties to be a horny fucker.

I knocked at the client's front door with a tingle in my stomach. I had no idea what it would be like but I was excited.

It was not Mitchell who opened the door, but his husband, Louis.

Fuck!

Maybe this was a trap to beat the shit out of me. There was no way in hell that Louis had not figured out that I had fooled around with his husband the day prior.

I was not too confident. The dude was pretty beefed-up and twenty years younger than I was, he could have hurt me badly if he had wanted to!

"Welcome home, Silver Fox." Louis said to greet me, extending his arm.

"Hi... My boss told me I should come here alone today."

Louis licked his lips.

"Yes. We thought you could finish-up the work by yourself. The younger guy was not as effective as you were."

"Nick is... Well, he still has a lot to learn."

Louis put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my usual grey tank-top.

Being this friendly did not look like him, Louis had been standing back for the entire week. I immediately felt a strange vibe.

"For sure." He spoke. "This is why Mitchell and I have always preferred more mature... employees."

I gulped and entered his home.

The painting of the bare ass welcomed me in the freshly renovated entrance corridor. I had some joints to finish-up here and there. It should not have taken me more than a few hours to be done.

"Thank you for your good word to my boss. It hasn't been unnoticed." I told him.

"Your commitment has not been unnoticed either. Mitchell's been so happy with your HARD (he insisted on the word) work for the last few days."

Damn, this was awkward.

Was he threatening me?

What sick mind games was he playing at?

"Should I start the work?" I asked.

I was trying to sound more self-assured than I truly was.

He smiled at me.

"Why the rush, Silver Fox? Come with me, have something to drink."

I wondered where Mitchell was. Had Louis murdered him in his sleep? Was I about to be murdered myself?

Here comes the end of Silver Fox Daddy!

"Listen, pal. I don't know what this is about but I'm not sure that I like this game." I spoke, as firmly as I could.

"Just come with me..."

I hesitated.

That dude had a freaky aura.

He showed me the way to his living room. His ass was neatly trapped in a pair of tight jeans.

What the hell, I was too old to get frightened like a little girl. I followed him... and I audibly gasped.

I was not sure what I was expecting but certainly not that.

Mitchell was literally strapped on the dining table by the ankles and wrists, he was butt naked, a ball-gag in his mouth, a plug buried in his asshole.

"What sort of BDSM ritual is that?!" I reacted spontaneously.

That made Louis chuckle.

"Don't worry, he's fine. Mitch likes to be a good submissive boy. Don't you honey?"

Louis walked around the table to grab his husband's pretty face. He kissed his forehead.

Mitchell was nodding yes frenetically. He seemed ecstatic to be there.

"Dude... What the fuck?"

"Mitch and I have been looking for a dom daddy to spice things up for a little while. They're not easy to find in this area. But apparently, you like to be in charge..."

"A dom daddy?"

I was floored.

Mitchell's bare ass was very distracting. The whole scene looked surreal.

Louis walked back towards me.

"We can stop pretending, I know what you did with my husband yesterday."

"You are a couple of freaks." I whispered.

"Come on, we're just having fun. As if you're not freaky yourself! Don't be shy."

Fair point, I thought.

He looked down at my bulge, I was hardly concealing the growing erection in my jeans.

Damn. Why was I so hard?

"Okay. What are you suggesting exactly? You're right. Let's not beat around the bush."

I had naturally taken a much firmer voice.

Louis seemed to like it. Mitchell was making unintelligible noises on the table. It felt like I had walked in a psychedelic dream.

"Here." Louis handed me a one hundred dollars bill. "This is your tip for yesterday, you left in such a hurry, Mitchell did not have time to give it to you."

"Thanks."

I gulped.

"And here." He grabbed a few more bills from the pocket of his jeans. "These are 500 bucks. This is what you get if you accept to have fun with us this morning."

"I don't fuck anyone." I immediately replied, my cock throbbing at the view of the money.

"I can fuck my husband all-right, no need to worry about that. We had something else in mind."

"Tell me."

For the first time, Louis seemed a bit unsure.

"We've been looking for a third for a while now... We searched in dating apps, and then, we turned to escort-boys services but no one did the trick. You see, we're not looking for a gogo-dancer or a whore to fuck us mechanically... And it happens that recently, we've been seeing your videos on social media."

For a man who had strapped his husband naked on the dining table, Louis was going at it with many unnecessary cautions.

"State you fucking piece, man." I barked.

"We'd like for you to dominate us." He said in a single breath.

My cock twitched.

I wondered if he could notice it.

"Now, we're getting somewhere."

"We'd like you to be our boss, to spank us, to control us, tell us what to do... Ideally, I'd like you to make me fuck Mitchell in the ass."

Could he not just fuck his hubby himself? I thought. Did he really need someone to order him around?

"How much you say you'd pay me for that?"

"500."

"You know I'm not a professional hooker."

He nodded yes.

"This is exactly why this is so hot. You're a legit straight guy, a proper construction worker. We don't want some fake bullshit."

"And I have the Sex Factor, or so I heard."

I glanced at Mitchell.

"What do you say?" Louis asked.

Was I ready to whore myself out?

To be fair, they were more or less asking for me to whore them out. I would be in full control.

"I'll do it for 750, so I'll have made a thousand total with the money your husband already gave me yesterday."

Gay guys with no kids, a beautiful suburban house, and high-paying jobs, they had the money.

"Deal." Louis said.

He extended his hand to formalize our agreement, I shook it, but I did not let him go. I held his wrist, firmly.

"You do not move, bitch."

Louis' eyes widened in surprise, and on my right side, I heard Mitchell make a high-pitched moan despite the ball-gag.

"Bruce, I..."

"Shut-up, you little cunt. Get on your knees and from this point on, you either call me Siver Fox, or Sir."

Louis immediately obliged.

I was twisting his arm.

"Sir, what... What should I do?"

"Take off your clothes. Get naked!"

They had played with fire waking-up the beast within me, they would have to deal with the consequences.

It felt nice being handed the power. The male-juice was warming up in my balls.

Louis undressed feverishly. He had a nice body. He was more athletic than Mitchell, he was a bit hairier too (not as much as I was though), his thighs were looking particularly good. He must have been squatting a lot at the gym.

Typical homo.

He found himself in a pink boxer-briefs. He was hard underneath.

"Take everything off." I repeated.

I was getting off on that dominant bullshit they liked so much. My dick was forming a solid brick in my pants.

I could not believe I was being paid for this crap.

This was outside of my usual comfort zone, and at the same time, it was like I had been made for this. The dirty talks and dominant demeanour were coming out so easily.

Louis took his briefs off and revealed his erection. Decent-size cock, but smaller than mine.

He went back on his knees.

"Sir. What now?"

I was not really sure about the rules of this game, about what he was expecting of me.

I assumed that humiliation and degradation were part of the role-play.

"What do you think you can possibly do with such a small wiener?" I teased Louis. "That looks ridiculous."

I walked towards his husband. I took a good look at Mitchell's exposed butt. I spanked it. Hard.

"Hmmm...."

It was my first contact ever with a male bum. Not so bad, I thought. In all fairness, his ass looked better with the red mark of my large palm printed onto it.

"Must be very boring feeling such a tiny dick in your hole... If you can feel anything at all..."

Louis was no longer talking but his cock was throbbing. I was trashing him and he was looking at me in awe.

Yes, he liked to be insulted, like so many people thirsting over me in my DMs.

I thought I could take my tank top off, offering them a bit of eye candy. I moved around the room to make sure that both Mitchell and Louis could see and appreciate me.

"Boys, stare at what a real man's body should look like!"

It was the lust in their eyes which was turning me on the most.

I exposed my hairy chest.

My upper body was not as lean as Louis', but I could tell that he was jealous of it nonetheless.

Sexiness is all about confidence.

I lifted up my arms and put both of my hands behind my head.

During the few weeks diving into the homosexual's fantasies, I had learned one thing: Hairy stinky armpits were definitely in!

The poor Mitch was drooling all over his gag.

I thought that it was time to let the poor man speak.

"Go free your husband's mouth." I commanded.

Louis did not stand back up to walk to his partner. No. Instead, he crawled towards him, like a good bitch.

And he was supposed to be the top in their relationship! How funny was that?

Dripping precum on his wooden floor, Louis pulled the slippery ball gag from Mitchell's mouth.

"Thank... Thank you, Sir." Mitchell told me.

I chuckled.

I could not help it.

"How frustrated it must be for you, having to deal with such a pussy as a top and as a husband... Wouldn't you be happier with a real daddy drilling your hole? A daddy like me?"

I caressed his face.

"I would be, Sir."

I was pushing things far but they both seemed very much into it. I really had it natural.

"Stand up, you." I pointed at Louis.

Once again, he obeyed immediately.

I caught a glance that the couple shared. Mitchell had a smile on the corner of his lips. I wondered if this role-play was happening as they had imagined or if I was acting differently from what they had been anticipating.

"Touch me." I whispered in Louis' ear.

He was slightly trembling when he put his fingers on my salt and pepper hair, right between my pecs.

"How does it feel, boy?"

"A... Amazing, Sir."

"Smell."

Louis got his face closer to my armpits and my chest and he sniffed.

I grabbed his neck and I guided him all over me until he had his nose up my crotch.

Honestly, my cock was about to explode in my jeans.

I asked Louis to go back on all fours and gave him the mission to take my shoes and socks off.

He did it delicately, he wanted to enjoy the moment.

My feet buyers online were my main source of inspiration, I hoped I was meeting expectations there as well.

It seemed like it. Louis allowed himself some initiative as he licked my sweaty soles. He even shoved my toes in his mouth.

I let him have this.

See, I had always been a hard-worker and I was a strong believer that a client should be treated right.

They should have a show worth of their money.

I wandered in their living room, barefoot and shirtless, looking at Mitchell and Louis who were anxiously waiting for my instructions.

Anytime I was walking by Mitchell, I was spanking his sweet ass. Harder and harder.

I had an idea.

I instructed Louis to untie his husband.

"Crawl towards the entrance. The both of you." I ordered them afterwards.

Like two well-trained puppies, they followed my commands without a second thought.

Mitchell was still wearing his butt plug, it was a black one, stretching his asshole as he was bending over on the floor of his own home.

I made them work for me.

The joints that needed to be finished? They would be the ones taking care of it!

I would watch them, sipping on a cold tea Louis had made for me, and they would work their asses of to finish my own work. Talk about turning the tables around.

I was diabolical.

Incredibly enough, they (happily) agreed.

The clients had willingly turned into the slaves.

They were doing a poor job but I was not a bad lad, I would fix everything up before I leave.

It was mostly about the inversion of the roles. It was a kink for me. I had been treated like shit by so many clients in my 28 years on the job. It was time that I get some rest.

God damn it, what had I been waiting for until that point?

It was a win-win. The couple wanted this. They were feeding off being my obedient bitches. Besides, they could suck my toes or caress my chest after every task well-performed.

I could not help it anymore; I fetched my cock out of my jeans and I jerked off looking at them.

The sexual tension was through the roof at this point.

The guys were glancing at my pumped dick any chance that they had. I bet that they would have preferred sucking the rod between my legs instead of my feet, but I was not there yet.

Maybe someday...

I would be lying if I said that the idea did not cross my mind.

Instead, I allowed them to caress and play with each other.

I kept in mind the initial brief. Louis had told me that he wanted to be instructed to fuck his husband and we were gradually getting there.

I was a serious hooker. I would do a proper job.

First, Mitchell blew his hubby's cock. Hard.

He was deep-throating it with such ease, I did wonder if he could do the same with mine. I licked my own precum which was sliding from my dick.

It tasted salty.

I presented my feet once again and I asked Mitch to take both my big toe and his husband's dick in his mouth simultaneously.

That meant that I had to rub my foot against Louis' dripping cock but I did not mind.

Hell... Who was I kidding? I loved it!

I also pulled Mitch's hair and forced him down his husband's cock.

The guys made out with each other shortly afterwards, and then, each one of them took care of my respective tits. They were milking and slurping on my nipples as if I was a damn cow. This also got my dick twitching and throbbing.

They were openly giggling and having fun now.

Good for them!

Dom Daddy was not so merciless after all.

Once or twice, they incidentally brushed my cock but it never went further than that.

When I felt like they were getting too comfortable with me, I ordered for Mitchell to be strapped down on the table once again so that Louis could pound his ass, right there.

The foreplay was over, it was time to move on to the real business.

I sat in an armchair to watch the show.

The first gay porn I would ever watch would be live!

Mitchell was looking straight back at me as he was getting drilled by his husband. Raw and bareback.

"Yes, bitch... Look at the cock you wish was the one truly destroying your ass..." I was saying while Louis was doing his best to please his hubby.

Frankly, he was not so bad at it. The submissive top had stamina!

I was only teasing him because of the roleplay we had agreed upon.

I stood up to take a closer look at the dick penetrating the juicy ass.

You have to remember, nearly forty-seven years on this damn Earth and I had never witnessed a sodomy between two men.

I stared at it up-close and personal, as if I was studying it for scientific reasons, except that I was stroking myself furiously at the same time.