Yree

I was halfway home when I received a text from Elias. "You are not allowed to touch yourself when you get home. You may only jack off after you make your 'Friend' cum. Send me a photo as proof, and only then I will let you cum." After a moment, he sent me a photo of him with his hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock. The caption read "I'm gonna go pound my wife while picturing taking your ass. Talk to you soon, slut."

I smiled and changed Elias's name on my phone to "Daddy," before sliding it back into my pocket and focusing on the road. My cock was uncomfortably hard, pressing against my jeans. I could feel it leaking, staining my underwear, begging for release. But Daddy told me not to touch myself, so I exerted all my willpower to refrain from jacking off right there in the car.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the situation I found myself in. I had just sucked a cock, for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I had also fully and completely submitted myself to another man, becoming his sissy slut. I had always been dominant in the bedroom, something that Ellen had claimed to love about me. And I still felt the same. When Elias had told me I would dominate his wife, I had been just as excited as I had been at the thought of him dominating me, a fact that did not help my now aching erection.

Yesterday, I would not have even considered today a possibility. But thanks to Kyree's hypnotic cock, I had released the side of me that I had long kept hidden, buried so deep that even I didn't realize it was there. Though, thinking back on it, I guess there were always signs. I would occasionally catch myself looking at the guys' bulges during gym, wondering how much bigger than me they were. I also had never beaten Sammy or Elias on the mat when we wrestled, despite some times when I had a clear advantage. I always resorted to tapping out. I guess, subconsciously, I enjoyed the contact between us, though it would have been a leap in logic to think that meant I was interested in bottoming for them.

I still knew I wasn't gay. A brief image of my sister flashing through my mind that caused my cock to leak even more proved that to me. So, I guess I could now say that I was bi-sexual, and polyamorous as well, since I was now in a relationship with Elias and soon to be in one with Sammy and Kyle if their texts were to be believed, and I was just as excited about that as I was about my relationship with Elias. So did that mean that I saw a slut for anyone with a cock, or only specific people? I guess time would tell.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by another notification. I had received another text from Elias. No picture this time, just "By the way, you should probably start training your ass. You'll be able to handle me just fine thanks to my magic, but once Kyree, Sammy, and Kyle take their turns, you might get hurt." He sent me an address. "This is a sex shop that Cici and I frequent. Tell them I sent you and they'll send me the bill for whatever you get."

"That's ok," I texted back. "I make enough money to cover it."

"That wasn't a request," was the reply. "I told you that I would take care of you, that includes making sure you're prepared for anyone else that wants a piece of that ass. Also, be sure to look around the shop when you're there, I'm sure you'll find something interesting to spice up our time in the bedroom."

I chuckled. "Sure thing," I texted him back. Strangely, despite the sexual overtones, the message itself didn't feel sexual. Elias was showing concern for my safety and encouraging me to experiment with new things, and I found that touching rather than arousing. He really did care about the safety of his property.

I finally pulled up to the house, my cock having finally calmed down to a manageable semi-erect state and saw my sister's car in the driveway. She must be here to check on Kyree.

I entered the house, calling out "Honey, I'm home" in a sing-song voice.

I heard my sisters light laughter. "We're in the living room," she called back.

I entered the living room and my breath caught in my throat. Sera and Kyree sat on the couch, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out who to look at. Sera was wearing a form-fitting beige shirt and, considering the ample cleavage pouring out of it, she had no bra on under it. she also wore a pair of extremely short booty shorts that almost negated the purpose of wearing pants. Kyree, on the other hand, simply wore the same pair of jeans he had on this morning, and I took a moment to admire his bulge. Besides that, he was shirtless, and I couldn't help but admire his smooth skin. The cuts and bruises had almost completely healed, and there was no sign of the black eye that he had the night before.

"Wow," I said, sitting on the other side of the couch so Kyree was between me and Sera. Given how little control I had over myself today, I didn't want to make a misstep around her. "I meant to say something this morning, but you heal remarkably fast."

"Yeah," he replied. "It's the incubus in me. They like to get...rough in bed, so they developed a faster healing speed so they could...perform more often."

I nodded. "If you don't mind my asking, what about your other parent. I noticed that you are a lot shorter than most Incubi. Was it a pixie or a goblin?"

He smiled at me. "My mother was a goblin, but she died shortly after I was born. I was raised by my father and his wife."

He saw the look that crossed my eyes as I imagined what being raised by an incubus entailed. "It isn't as bad as you think it was. My mom and dad were wonderful growing up. Once I was an adult, they recommended I move here but," his eyes fell. "We didn't know how bad half-breeds were treated here."

I laid a hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. "Don't worry, you're safe now. I promise, no matter what happens, you won't go through anything like that again."

I meant that. I don't know if it was his hypnotic body or my protective instinct, but I already considered him a part of my family, and would protect him just as fiercely as I would Sera, or...

"By the way," I said, releasing Kyree and turning to Sera. Kyree let out a sound that almost sounded like a whine of protest. I did my best to ignore it. "Have you told Mom or Alex about this?"

Alex was my younger brother. He was nineteen, and had left last year to attend college overseas, and called Sera and I to check in regularly. Mom, on the other hand, lived a few cities away, claiming she wanted to keep her "Babies" close while also letting them be independent. She visited regularly, at least once or twice a month, and it was...taxing at times.

"No," she answered. "I figure that's your secret to tell. I'm sure they'll be fine, but mom might be..."

"Mom," I answered.

"What does that mean?" Kyree asked, looking concerned.

"Mom has..." I struggled to form the correct words. "Attachment issues. Chances are she'd try to adopt you as her own and spoil you rotten."

"My mom might have problems with that," he replied.

"Honestly," Sera said, chuckling. "I'd probably cry laughing watching our mom try and out-mom your mom." She took a mock serious tone. "It would be a battle for the ages."

We all shared a laugh that was interrupted by Sera's phone went off. Grabbing it, she sighed. "I need to run; emergency at work." She stood, giving Kyree a brief hug. She looked to me. "Walk me to the door?"

I stood and walked her to the front door, opening it for her.

"So," she said. "About Kyree..."

"You mean him being an incubus?"

"Yeah," she looked up at me. "Just be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt."

I smiled at her. "I will," I said, giving her a hug.

She smiled and leaned up for a kiss. I expected her to peck my cheek like usual, but instead, she gently pressed her lips against mine. It was a simple kiss, just her lips pressed against mine, but she lingered just a little too long before she pulled away and I saw a blush pass across her cheeks. "Um...see you later," she said, rushing out the door, leaving me alone with a sexy incubus.

I returned to the living room to see Kyree sitting cross-legged on the sofa. He had not bothered to put his shirt back on, something I was thankful for.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cell phone, setting it down on the coffee table before sitting in a chair opposite the couch. "I picked this up on the way home. I've already programmed mine and Sera's number into it. If I don't answer when you call, feel free to call her." He stood and grabbed the phone, smiling at me. "Thank you so much. He opened his phone and immediately tapped a few buttons. Immediately, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that Kyree was calling me. I laughed and sent it to voicemail, which had the unintended consequence of reverting to my home screen, giving Kyree a clear view of Elias's cock draped across my face, his cum leaking out of my mouth.

He let out a sultry chuckle as he stepped toward me "Well, I was going to ask how your day was," he said, throwing a leg over me and sitting on me, straddling my my erect cock. "But I see you already found yourself a Master." he started to grind against me, causing me to groan.

"I suppose I have you to thank for that," I managed between gasps.

He stopped moving against me. "I know you probably think I shouldn't be giving how happy you look in that picture, but I am sorry about that. It isn't something I can really control. And it only happened because when you walked in on me, I had just finished...you know..." he blushed a deep shade of turquoise and I didn't need him to finish the sentence.

"It's fine," I said, grabbing his hips and encouraging him to start moving again. He obliged, and I sighed as he rubbed against me. "From what Daddy told me, you only encourage people to release their hidden desires. And I am so glad I did. I would never have dreamed of doing something like that if it weren't for your help."

"There's more to it though," he said, though thankfully he didn't stop moving. "If we continue this, it will get worse."

"Worse?" I asked, letting out another grunt.

"Well, that might be the wrong word. I think a better one would be 'Intense.' Your urges, both to dominate and be dominated, will only get stronger."

"Both?" I asked.

"You're a bi-sexual switch," he answered. "When it comes to men, you want to be dominated, to be forced to submit to their cocks, to have them turn your holes into nothing but cum receptacles." I moaned at that, the thought turning me on even more. "When it comes to women, however, you desire domination, to make them submit to you. Like your sister," he let out his own moan and his cock stirred in his jeans. "Your lust for her really turns me on. Don't worry," he cooed as I stiffened. "Incest is common among my people. My own father took my anal virginity, while my younger sister gave her virginity to me. Your lust for your sister, and for the other members of your family doesn't concern me. Quite the opposite. It really turns me on."

At that, I realized he was right. As much as I had feelings for my sister, I also had feelings for my mother and, since my recent awakening, I guess for my brother as well.

"But if we continue," he resumed his explanation. "If you submit to me, you'll desire more and more. Your Daddy alone won't be enough to satisfy you and you will look for other outlets, putting yourself in more and more positions that you never thought you would be in before."

"Like what?" I breathed.

He chuckled. "You will gladly get on your knees for any cock that presents itself to you and claim any pussy you can. Gloryholes, threesomes, orgies, maybe even outright prostitution. You'll do anything for your fix of sex."

I became a little concerned at that. "Are you serious?" I asked.

He sensed the shift in my attitude and chuckled. "Not really," he said. "If I was a full-blooded Incubus, then maybe. But not only am I a half-breed, you possess a remarkable amount of willpower."

I arched an eyebrow, considering the day I had. "Really?" I asked incredulously.

He laughed. "Everything was new to you, and you had no idea how to control your newly emerged emotions. But since your Daddy claimed you, and you accepted yourself and your desires, it is easier, isn't it?"

I thought for a moment and realized he was right. Even though I was immensely turned on and desired nothing more than to submit to him and shove his cock down my throat, I knew that if I needed to, I could stop. I was more in control of myself than I had been with Daddy.

"Your urges will get more powerful after I'm done with you, and you will definitely try out a gloryhole, threesome, and orgy at some point, whether you want to or not." He giggled. "It will never get so bad that it will interfere with your daily life." He smiled coyly at me. "And I don't see you ever stooping so low as selling yourself to get off. I have a feeling plenty of people will help you out for free. So," he unzipped his pants, allowing his semi-erect dick to fall out. I had seen his cock flaccid, at about nine inches. Now, partially erect, it stood at about a foot in length, and getting bigger. "What do you want to do?"

I didn't answer, deciding that actions spoke louder than words as I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth.

The taste was indescribable, and I knew the second his glans pressed against my tongue that I was going to be forever addicted to his cock. It took all my willpower to keep from cumming the second I tasted him, but I managed to hold out. I didn't want to disappoint Daddy. Moaning against his cock, I took him deeper into my mouth as it continued to grow to its full length of fourteen inches until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged on it, forgetting that his cock wasn't enchanted.

"Easy, baby," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "Don't try to take it all in one go. We'll work up to that." One of his hands reached down and freed my raging erection from my pants and wrapping his fingers around my member. His fingers didn't even wrap all the way around my shaft, and I gasped at the sudden contact. Pulling my head back, I gasped "Wait...don't."

He immediately released me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Daddy said I can't cum until I make you cum and show him a picture to prove it."

He smiled. "Then you probably should get back to it."

I nodded and took his cock back into my mouth, drawing it back into the back of my throat. This felt completely different than my time with Daddy. Daddy was rough and possessive with me, marking me as his territory. Kyree wasn't either of these, instead he was gentle and soft. He wasn't so much dominating me as he was maintaining control, and I was a little disappointed.

"Don't worry baby," he said, seemingly seeing my reluctance. "You aren't ready for me to dominate you yet. I don't want to hurt you. We'll get you some practice first, then I will take you as the slut you are."

I groaned at that and tried to take him deeper, but he stopped me. "Don't focus on trying to go as deep as you can. You're new to this, let's work on your technique first." He guided my head up until I was sucking on his cockhead. "Oh, yeah. Swirl your tongue around my head. Give my glans special attention." He leaned back and let out a moan as I complied. With my free hand, I cupped and massaged his heavy sack. "Oh yeah, just like that. You're a natural at this. Now dip your head a little bit and swirl your tongue around it. Oh, just like that, yes." His breathing was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as he dug his fingers in and pulled my hair. Remembering my session with Daddy, I took him deeper and hummed, vibrating my throat against his cock.

"Oh, that's amazing, you really are a natural cocksucker you dirty slut. keep doing that, I'm so close."

A minute of sucking, swirling, and vibrating later, he cried "I'm about to cum."

Acting quickly, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifting him off me and setting him on his feet on the coffee table, knelt in front of him, jerking off his cock as I rested the tip against my open mouth. "Please," I begged. "Please shoot your cum all over my face. Mark my mouth as your own personal fucktoy. Cover me in your warm, sticky jizz."

He let out a long groan and complied, releasing all over my face, thick ropes of steamy cum coating my tongue and flowing down my throat. And whereas Daddy's load had been short and strong, Kyree just kept coming, still shooting almost two minutes later. My face had been completely covered and my shirt and pants were completely soaked by the time he finally let up. I heard a cell phone taking a picture as I started to wipe my face off, eagerly stuffing my mouth with his delicious seed. A moment later, my own phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. Kyree had sent me a picture of my face covered in his cum, which I then sent to Daddy with the message "I've been a good boy. May I cum now?"

Seconds later, the message "You may," came and I eagerly reached for my throbbing cock, only to be stopped by Kyree's hand. Wordlessly, he dropped to his knees and with another grin, took my cock in his mouth, pushing all the way to the base in one smooth stroke.

I came immediately, shooting my fourth load of the day down his throat. I had never cum this many times in a day, and I was loving it. I suddenly gasped as I felt one of his tiny fingers, coated in his own cum, slide down the back of my pants and into my ass, causing my orgasm to intensify, lasting almost thirty seconds before I was spent. Kyree removed his finger and sat up, opening his mouth to show me my cum as it began to dribble of his tongue and down his chin. I quickly grabbed his face and drew him in for a deep kiss, swirling my cum around with my tongue, mixing it with his and creating a delicious cocktail of flavor before finally pulling away, swallowing half of my own load as I did so.

Kyree closed his mouth and swallowed. "Delicious," he said. "And if you like my finger in your ass, imagine how you'll feel when I split you open with my cock."

The words made my head spin as I imagined exactly that, me on my knees with his thick meat sliding into my tight ass, making me scream his name.

He laughed at my glazed expression before gently slapping me with his rapidly softening dick. "Come on, you horny slut, we need to shower. It's getting late and we should probably head to bed." He looked down at the puddle of cum around me and sighed. "And I spent all day cleaning."

I finally managed to find my feet and shakily stood. "That was amazing," I whispered.

My phone buzzed again, and I looked down to see another message from Daddy. It was a picture of him balls deep in Caroline, who was screaming in pleasure while her hands were tied to the bedframe, the bulge of his huge cock clearly visible up to her chest. The text read "Thinking of your ass, my little slut. See you at work tomorrow."

A hand grabbed my arm as Kyree began to pull me toward the bathroom. In a moment, we were both completely naked underneath the warm shower washing the cum off our bodies. I grabbed his and held him close as we showered, not in a sexual way, I just wanted to be close to him.

He let out a content sigh and leaned back against me. "That was the best blowjob I think I've ever had," he said.

"Same," I replied. I paused for a moment. "Are you ok with this, sharing me with Elias and whoever else is going to come along?"

He nodded. "Incubi don't really do attachments."

"Oh," I said, hoping for a different answer.

He giggled. "My father and I are rare exceptions to that. I marked you with as my bitch out there, so you're mine for all eternity. Besides," he turned and hugged me tightly. "I'm not going to be satisfied until I spitroast you with your Daddy."