The second was what he heard.
"Please, fuck my pussy, Daddy, please..."
The context alone would make hearing that bad enough, but what made it a complete and utter shock was who said it: his dad.
His father -- the former football star, the head of his own company, and the manliest man Brett knew -- was begging?! this twinky little nerd to pound him in the pussy.
"Turn around and get ready, slut," Sammy said, breaking the kiss and speaking to Brett's dad commandingly.
"Dad?! What the fuck is this?!" Brett exclaimed, getting the two to finally notice him standing in the doorway.
"Oh, shit, Brett!" his father yelled out, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "I thought you were staying at your mother's tonight...?" He added, not answering Brett's question.
"I forgot my laptop here," Brett replied, holding up the device he'd just retrieved from his room. "And you still haven't told me what the fuck this is!" He added, giving an exasperated gesture to the two half-naked men still posed in an embrace on the bed in front of him.
"I... well... it's just... you see, son..." Brett's father stuttered out uncertainly.
"Dwayne here's my bitch," Sammy said coolly and confidently. The older man looked over at him with surprise, but said nothing to contradict the teenager next to him.
"Your... bitch...?" Brett asked, mouth agape.
"Well, not in the literal sense, I suppose," Sammy continued.
"That's not what I..." Brett muttered, trying to find his words. "This is... fuck, this is like a sex thing?"
"Sex and sex-adjacent," Sammy said casually. "Sure, I plow your dad's pussy, but it goes so much further than that."
"Holy fuck..." Brett muttered, his mouth agape once more. "Dad, is this true?"
Dwayne swallowed hard. He gave his son a pleading look, like he was asking him not to make him answer that.
"Tell him how it started, slut," Sammy stated, groping at Dwayne's muscular ass in front of his son to drive home his claim to ownership.
"I, uh, well..." Brett's dad began, trying to think of how to say it. "The company, it hasn't been doing so well and, uh, I needed a way to pay things off, you know, temporarily, and, well, uh..."
Brett's eyes widened even further. "Holy shit, Dad! Are you saying you're working as a whore?!"
"No!" Dwayne replied quickly, trying to calm his son down. "At least, well, not anymore..." he continued, glancing over at Sammy. "Things turned around for the company and, uh..."
Sammy jumped in, "I don't pay him anymore."
Dwayne held his head down in shame at the revelation. Maybe it started as something he'd been forced into -- selling his ass to other men to cover the shortfall for his business -- but now... Now he was giving up his ass willingly to an 18-year-old, less than half his age.
"Your dad's little side hustle made him realize he's totally gay and totally submissive, Brett," Sammy added, pulling down Dwayne's underwear to let his son see that his cock was leaking profusely while trapped in a nub-size chastity cage. "And now you know too."
Brett had no words. He opened his mouth once, twice, three times -- and nothing came out. This man he'd always looked up to -- his own goddamn father -- was not just gay, not just submissive, but apparently the gay submissive bitch for this dorky little twink he'd bullied in school.
"Now, if you'll give us some privacy," Sammy continued, pulling down his own underpants to allow a shockingly large member to flop free, "I'd like to finish what I've got planned with your dad."
Sammy pushed Dwayne's shoulders down so that his head was level with his half-hard cock. Almost instinctively, Dwayne arched his back and raised his ass up at the same time.
"This slut is gonna get me hard and then I'm going to slam-fuck him into the mattress," Sammy said, slapping his cock against the older man's face. "After that, I was thinking I'd let him give me a foot rub," he continued, lining his cock up with Dwayne's lips. "But he should be free to discuss this with you further then."
Sammy glanced over at Brett, down at Dwayne, and then back to Brett again. "Unless, of course, either of you don't want that to happen?"
"No, Daddy, please, Daddy," Dwayne said, lost in a submissive daze as he looked hungrily at the cock Sammy was teasing him with. "Please let me suck your cock, Daddy, please, Daddy..."
"You'd better go now, Brett," Sammy said, motioning for him to leave. Still too shocked to form words or sentences, Brett went through the motions of grabbing the door handle, starting to pull it closed as Sammy added some final words to really sink the knife in: "After all, father knows best..."
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