Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  When Tag had moved into Connor’s mom’s house, he had the biggest arsenal of guns that Connor had ever seen. Tag would refer to himself as a survivalist, while others preferred the term paranoid. Connor hadn’t seen what the big deal was, though. Tag’s explanation for his collection was that if the economy ever crashed completely, society would be next. He considered his guns the only thing that would keep him and his kinfolk alive. That didn’t seem paranoid to Connor.

  However, Connor’s mother disagreed. Whereas Tag was welcome in her house, his guns were not. So one day Tag packed up all of them and headed into the woods. Connor never saw them again.

  That, however, was when Tag started his survivalist training. Mostly his training consisted of floor exercises, weights, and running which shredded his body to one percent body fat. But one weekend every month Tag would disappear into the woods shirtless coming back Sunday night dirty, scratched up and exhausted.

  Connor thought that there was something really hot about going one-on-one with nature. It was raw and manly. And when Connor would think about it at night and imagine Tag going through training exercises shirtless or even naked, he couldn’t help but jack off afterward. Connor didn’t often think about men while holding onto his thick seven-inch boy cock, but the thought of Tag naked, ruthlessly forging a battle against the elements, made his cock instantly hard.

  Eva, Connor’s girlfriend, felt the same way without the undying respect. Eva thought Tag was hot because of the way he looked and because of his rawness. But she was also an opportunist and when Connor mentioned Tag’s stockpile of weapons, her first question was, “How much do you think they’re all worth?”

  Eva was about 5’5” and very lean. Like Connor she was 19-years-old and also like Connor, she was dark haired and hot. Although Eva had a tiny waist and flat stomach, she also had perfect C-cup breasts that seemed too big for her small frame.

  Eva’s Barbie build didn’t slow her down, though. She wouldn’t quite be considered a tomboy, but she could be as aggressive as any of her male classmates. That’s how she landed Connor. Connor was the shy, hot boy from her class that all of the girls giggled over. Eva was the one that asked him out. Then on the way home from their first date Eva fucked him.

  Eva was only too happy to share her conquest with the other girls at school. And when she caught the other girls whispering as she walked down the school halls, she would scrunch up her tiny pixie-like features and fight back the smile. Deep down she knew that she was the type of girl they all wished they could be, and she was right.

  It was one day after sex when Connor brought up his new daddy’s guns. The number amazed her because she knew how much one of them was worth. Eva had a cousin that had been saving up to buy a gun for a while. He had told Eva that they started around $600. After hearing about Tag’s cache, Eva went back to him and asked if he would pay $500 and not ask any questions. Since that extra hundred meant he would get it a month or two sooner, he was open to anything Eva could bring him.

  “You want to make $250?” Eva asked Connor one night right before sex.

  “Sure, what do you want me to do?” Connor asked jokingly before Eva pulled his descending head from her almost naked crotch.

  “I’m serious. Do you know where your dad keeps his guns?” She asked getting right to the point. “Because if we can get any of them, I know someone who’ll buy it.”

  Connor laughed. “Have you seen my dad? Do you really think it’s a good idea to steal from him?”

  Eva locked her devilish eyes on her boyfriend. “If you do this, I’ll let you do things to me,” she said sliding her hand down her boyfriend’s rippling stomach wrapping her small, soft fingers around his comparatively huge cock.

  “Like what?” Connor asked knowing what he wanted.

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  “You mean up the ass?” Connor asked too scared to move in case it made her change her mind.

  When Eva felt his fully hard cock twitch in her hand, she knew she had him. Staring deep into his hazel eyes and pushing in slower on his lips, she could see the money.

  “Yes,” Eva purred brushing her cheek lightly against his.

  Eva was pretty sure why he wanted her ass. It was because he wanted a cock up his own. Clearly, Connor wasn’t gay, but the way he talked about his new daddy was unmistakable.

  Eva knew that at some point in Connor’s life he was going to roll over and bite into a pillow while someone with a cock bigger than his own wore his firm muscular ass out. Eva didn’t have a problem with that. In fact, if she had a cock, she would do it herself. She would’ve loved to make Connor scream. But short of thrusting her own lady meat into his virginal crack, her only wish was that she would be there to see it when someone else did.

  “So what do you say?” Eva whispered into her boyfriend’s ear before shifting to a little girl’s voice. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

  Connor’s heart raced at the idea. “Yeah. Okay,” he succumbed barely remembering what he was agreeing to. “Can I have a taste now?”

  “Only if you say ‘Pretty please,’” she continued as if she were ten-years-old.

  “Pretty please,” Connor begged in a controlled tone.

  “I guess,” Eva said conceding. “But not with this.” Eva squeezed on Connor’s cock. Sliding her hand back up his body to his open mouth, she slipped her finger in. “With this.”

  Connor shivered with excitement. Her ass was always off limits to him for everything. And the thought of him doing anything down there made him drip. Closing his mouth around her tapered finger he shut his eyes and imagined. He loved it when she stuck her finger in his mouth. It made him aroused in a way that he couldn’t explain. So after Eva pushed it over his lips a few times, he wrapped his strong hands around her thin arms and threw her stomach down onto the bed.

  Connor yanked down her panties and grabbed onto either cheek. Pulling her ass open he looked down onto the smooth tightened skin around her hole. It looked good enough to eat. So closing his eyes he stuck out his tongue and plunged in.

  “Ahhh!” Eva moaned with surprising delight. She never imagined that anything could feel so good. It took everything in her to cap her ass with her hand when Connor seemed to enjoy it most.

  “That’s enough,” she said attempting to hide her shaking body. “No more until after we get the gun.”

  Eva looked down into Connor’s boyish disappointed face. He was trying to protest but couldn’t. Eva rolled herself onto her back.

  “I do have something else to hold you over.”

  Eva stuck two of her fingers in her mouth and then rubbed her clit. That was all the invitation that Connor needed to race his cock up to her pussy and slam his rigid meat in.

  “Ahhh!” Eva yelled as turned on as he was.

  With more aggression than ever before, Connor shoved his knees under her thighs. Pushing her legs into the air he grabbed them and rested them on his large chest. Then with a wild, vacant look in his eyes, he fucked his girlfriend without mercy. Shrieking at the top of her lungs, she loved every second of it.

  When Connor pinched her sensitive nipple, Eva knew that she was about to cum. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and the pain she felt from Connor’s cock and on her nipple was enough to release her primal scream.

  “Fuck yeeeaaahhh!” she yelled stiffening her body as the wave of pleasure flowed through her.

  “Oooohhhh Fuuuuuuuck!” Connor screamed covering her insides with his cum.

  With his toes stretching uncontrollably he fell onto Eva.

  Eva, barely holding onto her emotions, whispered into Connor’s ear. “Think about what the other thing is gonna feel like.”

  Out of breath, Connor allowed his mind to drift. He was now willing to do anything that Eva asked as long as he could get more of her tiny ass. Feeling his deflating cock growing, he grabbed onto his girlfriend’s warm pussy hoping to ride it again. His wish was granted and the two fucked for the rest of the n
ight.

  “OK, let’s go,” Connor announced after Tag entered the woods for the second time.

  Connor led Eva out of the house into the back yard. Examining the footprints in the soft earth, the two followed. After what felt like a quarter mile Connor lost Tag’s tracks.

  “I think they stop here,” Connor said confused.

  The two scanned the area finding nothing and no one.

  “Where should we go?” Eva asked getting into the adventure.

  “Look, he’s a survivalist. If he doesn’t want us to follow him, we’re not gonna be able to follow him. I say we go back.”

  “We can’t give up now,” Eva announced.

  “Do you have any suggestions?”

  “Yeah, let’s split up. We’ll cover more ground. In thirty minutes we both meet back here. Hopefully, we’ll spot something that tells us where to look when we come back later.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What’s the matter? We both know these woods. We’re not gonna get lost. In a half an hour we meet back here. Cool?” Eva said searching Connor’s face for enthusiasm.

  Connor examined the woods around them. She was right. There was no chance of them getting lost. “OK, in thirty minutes.”

  “Or there about,” Eva corrected.

  “Yeah, OK.”

  Eva turned toward the thicker assortment of trees and walked off. Connor scanned the ground for more footprints and continued forward onto the patch of heavy leaves. After what felt like ten minutes Connor was sure that he had lost his daddy’s path. He was about to turn back when he heard a woman scream followed by an echoing gunshot.

  Connor turned to the direction of the scream as a chill fired down his spine. He couldn’t be sure, but his gut told him that it was Eva and the gun blast couldn’t mean anything good.

  Remaining as quiet as he could, Connor ran to where he figured Eva would be. The area wasn’t very far away and when he arrived the tussled dirt told him he was in the right place. Searching the earth for blood he found none and instead locked onto fresh tracks that led deeper through the trees.

  With his heart racing, Connor followed the tracks. He didn’t know what he would do once he found her but he also knew that he had to do something. Connor knew that it had to be his daddy that shot at Eva, and figured that if he came up with a good excuse for her being there he might let her go without anyone getting hurt. After all, what was Tag going to do, kill them both?

  Connor slowed to a stop when the thought of death crossed his mind. Coming from a low-income district, he was taught the statistics at school, ‘A person is a lot more likely to be killed by someone they know than a stranger.’ His daddy had made it very clear that bad things would happen if someone followed him and Tag had more guns than a Mexican army. The thought then crossed his mind that he could die today. Connor clutched his chest to relieve the pain.

  Pushing the thought out of his mind, Connor continued forward. When a shack appeared in the distance, he felt his heart ache again. He knew that was most likely where Eva had been carried. Her body, alive or dead, was probably inside.

  Scanning the area as thoroughly as he could for Tag, he approached the wall. Leaning on the weathered, gray wood he listened for any sound coming from inside. There was none.

  Connor circled the shack looking for the door. In front of the eight by eight-foot structure, he looked down at the unlocked padlock. Wondering if that meant that the rifleman was inside, he tugged lightly on the door.

  Allowing the door to swing open, Connor peaked in. Tied in a chair opposite the door was Eva. Both of her ankles were roped onto the legs of the chair, her hands were tied behind her back and duct tape was stuck over her mouth.

  With no one else in the room, Connor rushed in. First pulling the tape off he quickly worked to untie her hands.

  “Your dad grabbed me. Untie me fast. I wanna get out of here.”

  Connor pulled at the ropes, and when her hands were free each of them untied one of her legs. Free at last Eva looked up as Connor stood and turned around. Both froze at what they saw. Standing in the doorway was Tag and pointed at them was the source of the gunshot, an Armalite AR-10 7.62mm military rifle. Connor recognized it as one of the guns that his daddy had removed from their house.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Tag asked in his slippery southern drawl.

  Connor was too scared to speak. Instead, he did his best to ignore the gun and look his daddy in hard, brown eyes.

  “Didn’t I tell you never to follow me? Huh?!”

  “Yes,” Connor acknowledged in a terrified breathless voice.

  “Then what are you doing here?” the rifleman asked with intimidation.

  Tag shifted his eyes between the two. There was a long silence until Eva spoke.

  “For you,” she said trying her best to not sound as frightened as she was.

  Tag turned the gun towards her. He wasn’t sure what she was referring to, but his instinct told him not to believe her. “For what?” he asked not giving an inch.

  Eva, doing her best not to shake, reached up to her flannel shirt. Taking the top button between her fingers she shook her hair back for courage and unbuttoned it. Moving from one to the next she unbuttoned everything. And when there was nothing to hold her shirt back, she pulled it off revealing her flawless, bare breasts that sat on her chest like ripe pears.

  Tag stared at Eva’s beautiful, young breasts. They were breathtaking. Her tanned skin continued up her torso and only ended at the pale triangles that included her pink areolas.

  “You both came for me?” Tag asked still not believing the answer.

  “Yeah,” Eva confirmed feeling the gunman relax a little.

  Tag shifted his eyes to his son who stared back. Connor, unable to control his heartbeat, practically hyperventilated at what was going on. And when he felt Eva subtly push him forward he didn’t have the wherewithal to fight the momentum.

  Putting his hands in the air, Connor slowly moved toward his daddy getting closer to the barrel with every step. Staring deep into his daddy’s eyes he didn’t know what he was going to do once he got there and the thoughts whirling through his mind were traveling too fast to perceive.

  When his movement was finally halted by the barrel touching his chest, Connor immediately lowered himself to his knees. Kneeling down in front of his daddy, he still couldn’t stop himself and when his arms stretched out towards his daddy’s pants, he screamed in his head for his hands to stop.

  Connor had no idea what his hands were doing but he was absolutely sure that whatever it was was going to get him killed. His daddy had never given any indication that he would be receptive to anything that he seemed to be doing and Connor’s eyes watered with terror over what might happen next.

  Connor’s hands stopped when they touched his daddy’s ripped abs. Tracing his fingertips down the ridges, they next stopped on his waistband. Unsnapping the fastener he slowly unzipped Tag’s pants. With his heart pounding in his ears and the zipper down, he reached for the underlying black underwear.

  Pulling down the edge of his Tag’s briefs, Connor was shocked at what he found. What sprung out in front of him was his daddy’s massive cock and to his utter surprise, it was completely hard and thumping from Tag’s pounding heartbeats.

  Tag looked down at his boy who stared at his thick, creamy, eight-inch cock. He had never before felt as naked as now with his sign of unbridled desire on display. All of his life he had fought his secret lusts. As a kid, Tag had always looked the other way when his beautiful male classmates changed in the locker room. He even chose to shower at home whenever he boxed at the gym. But when Tag met his wife and saw her beautiful boy Connor for the first time, he knew that he was going to be in trouble.

  Connor was everything that Tag fantasized about. Connor was built and hairless with sharp cheekbones and curly dark hair. It was Connor walking around the house shirtless that prompted him to intensify his workouts. He had hoped that the compl
ete exhaustion would take his mind off of his boy’s firm round ass. But when the hours of exercise only increased his testosterone making him think about his son more, Tag turned to his escape in the woods.

  His survival weekends were his release valve. It was the time when he gave himself permission to think about Connor as much as he wanted. And when he felt bad about himself for doing it, he stripped down, retrieved one of the guns that he stored in the shack and hunted some wild animal in the nude. It was always a primal weekend and after the demon was appeased, he was ready to return home and exercise his ass off again.

  But now, watching his son move his tender lips ever closer to his throbbing cock, Tag was vulnerable. All of the things that he had hidden away for so long was about to be exposed and he felt there was only one thing that would prevent it.

  Taking an even tighter grip of his rifle he aimed it at his son’s head. Watching his lips almost touch his cock he slowly pulled the trigger. Desperate to make it all stop he pulled tighter and tighter until finally, his young son’s lips rested gently on his meat. At that moment Tag knew that it was all through. The thing that he ran from his entire life was occurring, another man was touching his cock and he was letting it happen.

  Tag let go the trigger and lowered his gun. Connor who felt the cold barrel pointing at him the whole time, warmed up when he saw the rifle lower. Still driven by his unexplainable desires, Connor celebrated by wrapping his hand around his daddy’s wrist-sized cock and pushed it into his mouth.

  Connor’s cock immediately hardened as he sucked his daddy. There was a faint musk to Tag’s crotch that made him lightheaded. And the more he slurped every inch of his daddy’s tool, the drunker he felt.

  When Connor felt another hand touch his own he jumped. Opening his eyes, he looked past the massive cock and saw Eva looking back with a smile. Connor knew what she wanted so he moved his hand giving his girlfriend a spot to suck.