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Daddy's Home (Part 8)
🕑 Added 2020-11-13 05:00:31 +0000 UTCThis is a series of shorts I was commissioned to write by a patron. Previous section can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/daddys-home-part-41583250
It was game day, and the living room was abuzz with noise.
The TV was blaring, announcers keeping track of the game. Daddy and his friend were munching on snacks, cheering, shouting at the screen. Even the pup was getting into it, panting excitedly whenever their team did well. And, of course, the wet, sucking sounds of two mouths on two cocks as the Baby and the Maid did their best to keep both men watching the game happy.
“Baby, keep up,” Daddy warned. “Use your lips.”
He tried, but it was difficult to pay attention. He could feel the heavy, lengthy plug filling up his bottom, occasionally pulsing as Daddy randomly triggered it. It was allegedly there ‘to make sure he didn’t stink up the game room’, but Baby secretly suspected that he and the maid had been plugged just for the sounds they would make as the toys buzzed.
Baby tried to work harder. He knew the consequences if Daddy didn’t have a good day. It was the Big Game after all, things had to be perfect.
He tried to eye the screen. He knew if Daddy’s team lost, they’d be punished anyways, but he couldn’t see the score while Daddy’s cock was in his mouth.
Next to him, Daddy’s friend grunted with satisfaction and the Maid let out a surprised noise, swallowing him down.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Daddy commented. “Live-in maids make everything better.”
He had to take a moment before pushing away, letting the maid wipe her mouth. “Right, well, I’ll be right back.”
“Why?” Daddy asked. “If you need something, have the maid get it for you.”
“I’ve got to piss,” the friend replied. “Where’s your bathroom?”
Daddy smirked, pointing at the maid. “She’s wearing it. Maid, lift up your skirts.”
Blushing, the maid obeyed, lifting up the frilly white lace so that her diaper became visible. She’d been double layered, to make sure she couldn’t possibly need a change all day.
Glancing between daddy and the maid, he shrugged, slipping his cock down the front of the maids diaper. A moment passed, and then the telltale hissing noise became apparent, subtle beneath the sound of the game, and the maid’s diaper grew heavy and yellow.
The baby could just barely see this, his mouth still on daddy’s cock. He knew Daddy had better willpower than him - if he was given this treatment, he’d be squirting in moments. Daddy could last as long as he wanted to, which meant that the baby needed to have incredible stamina to keep up with him.
That was, of course, the point.
Time passed, and the game continued, and the Baby’s mouth was starting to grow tired. Daddy’s cock was huge, and keeping the whole thing stimulated took a lot of effort. He did get a reprieve around halftime, but only for as long as it took Daddy to pee down his diaper, then it was right back to sucking, licking, and squirming as his own member strained inside its cage.
Occasionally, his plug would start pulsing faster, eliciting whimpers that were muffled by how full his mouth was. Daddy didn’t acknowledge these sounds outright, but he smiled every time, and increased the speed of vibration even more before toning it down a bit.
The guest had the maid go down for seconds and even thirds, but she got a break between each blowjob she delivered as Daddy’s friend recovered. The Baby got no such reprieve, only chastising comments whenever he started to slow down.
Baby wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking when, finally, he felt the cock in his mouth start to quiver and then, mercifully, felt something hot spray down the back of his throat. Moaning in exhausted relief, he sucked down a little longer, riding out Daddy’s orgasm, ecstatic for it to be done. Behind him, he heard cheers from the TV as their team won the game, and he felt Daddy’s hand press down on his head with a pleased sort of gentle pressure.
Thirty seconds passed, and the Baby was finally allowed to pull away, cum dripping from his lips. Daddy gently nodded towards the bottle of milk on the table and Baby took a drink, thirsty and exhausted, grateful for the relief.
“Good job, baby,” Daddy said, simply. “Now, the second game starts in thirty minutes, so help the Maid refill our snacks and be sure to drink plenty of water before it begins.”
