Power

Gregory‘s POV:

Daddy was the father of none but a protector of many. All three of us came from troubled, broken homes, but Daddy had set us free.

He housed us, fed us, clothed us, and used his vast network and influence to get us into the best universities in our various fields.

We'd traded a life of hardship for an opulent and privileged existence. But as with all things in life, it came at a price…

Daddy was hardworking, successful, and wealthy beyond measure. He shared all he had freely, but had absolutely no interest in relationships that required emotional commitment. He required nothing more than a mouth to blow him, a hole to cum in, and the occasional handjob if he was in a hurry.

Daddy also didn’t need porn. Instead, he’d watch us fuck each other before choosing one of us to suck the cum out of him. We were, of course, happy to oblige.

Daddy considered variety the spice of life. The three of us couldn’t have been more different. I was the slightly pudgy Otter, Tim was the Twink, and Mike… well, he was built like a wardrobe.

I loved how his massive tattoo-covered arms would grab my wrists and yank my torso all the way back as he mercilessly rammed his fat cock into my hole. He had incredible stamina, and it would take him forever to cum.

Daddy didn’t believe in fixed tops or bottoms. Everyone was expected to take as much dick as they gave. Mike was a very bossy bottom, except for when Daddy fucked him.

Tim was the loud one. Whether he was thrusting into a hungry hole himself or being railed by one of us, he would moan, groan, and scream all the way.

Every so often, Daddy needed to be fucked himself, and all three of us were expected to participate.

On this particular occasion, Mike and Tim were rubbing their hands all over Daddy's oil-covered torso. Meanwhile, I was sucking his dick and stretching his hole with two lubed fingers.

Once he was all warmed up, Daddy liked to take our dicks in random order. This time, Tim was the first to push into Daddy’s hole.

“Mike, get inside Tim and use your thrust to make him fuck me harder.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Mike said without hesitation.

“Gregory, great job on prepping my asshole, come here so I can suck your dick for a bit.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” I said in surprise.

Compliments from Daddy were rare… sexual reciprocation was even rarer. I was going to have a really good week.

Daddy gave incredible blowjobs.

Even though he was being fucked doggystyle by Tim, who in turn was being fucked by Mike, Daddy managed to use the forward thrust to deepthroat my hard-on.

It didn't take very long for Tim to scream out loud as the stimulation from both sides became too much.

“Pull out carefully, Tim!” Daddy said. “I want Gregory to fuck me with your nut still inside me.”

“Of course, Daddy,” Tim said obediently.

I took up my position behind Daddy and pushed my dick all the way in. His hole was very slippery; I probably wouldn’t last very long.

“Mike, get underneath me and suck my dick,” Daddy instructed. “Tim, keep Mike hard until it’s his turn to fuck me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” they both said in unison.

I fucked Daddy hard and fast. As anticipated, it took only a few strokes before I ejaculated deep inside him.

“Mike, I want you to wreck my asshole and give me a hands-free orgasm,” Daddy said. “Consider it a parting gift.”

Mike was the oldest of us. After his graduation, he would leave the house and start a new life… with Daddy’s help and blessing.

Grabbing Daddy’s hips, Mike started to savagely smash against his pelvis over and over again. Daddy screamed in delight and eventually erupted all over the sheets, without ever having touched himself.

Daddy didn’t approve of vices, but there was a thirty-minute window directly after sex, where everything was allowed.

Mike vaped, Tim smoked a menthol cigarette, and I’d suck on a perfectly rolled joint. In the bedroom, Daddy was in complete control; this was his way of giving us back a bit of autonomy.

“Gregory, you will be finding a replacement for Mike,” Daddy said calmly.

What the fuck?! Daddy had never delegated that decision to someone else.

“Can I trust that you’re up to the task?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trying to hide my hesitation.

Where the fuck would I begin?