Public Nudity / Beach / Daddy's Home Knotted

JayJay's father is a towering figure in a dark suit with a mane of steel-grey hair and a face like an Easter Island statue. By the time he is done bellowing his demand, "What the hell is going on?" the boys are falling all over themselves to pull on their clothing. At least one of them goes pinwheeling out the open side door and into the night without bothering to grab clothes at all.

You wish you could do the same, wish you could run away, cover yourself, curl into a ball and disappear, but there is nowhere to go. Brutus' swollen cock is still lodged inside you, filling you. You are stuck, naked and covered in cum, sweat, tears, snot, and blood, shivering on the floor. Brutus, upset at all the activity, begins tugging painfully at your tie.

JayJay's father is yelling at the boy while JayJay stands sheepishly before him, wearing only his battered baseball cap, with the rest of his clothes in a bundle in his hands, pressed over the front of his crotch. He looks for all the world like a toddler being scolded. The rest of the boys, but one, have already managed to disappear into the night. The exception is Thomas, who has managed to get mostly clothed and is standing on the other side of Brutus, hand on the dog's head, trying to calm the beast.

That is the moment that the swelling of Brutus's cock finally does down enough to slide out of you. There is an almost comical "pop" sound. The moment it comes free you collapse at last to the ground, a puppet with cut strings. As a flood of burning dog cum rushes out of your stretched asshole, your body shivers with another cascade of uncontrollable pulsations. Distantly, you hear yourself moan with the violence of that relief.

That sound you made draws JayJay's father's wrath. After loudly commanding Thomas to "take that fucking dog the fuck out of here!" the towering man stalks over to you and grabs your filthy hair, dragging you painfully up to your knees again.

"God fucking damnit, Jasper! What is she? 12? You fucking reprobate."

You try to say something, instead, you simply mewl and whimper while weakly prying at his fingers clamped painfully on your hair, but you might as well by trying to pry apart coiled rebar.

"Hey!" he snaps, "Hey, you useless little cunt!" he demands while slapping your face. "Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?"

It seems important that you prove that you do. It is not as if you haven't seen his face on posters and around town. "You're the senator," you reply weakly. That must have been the right answer, because he releases your hair, allowing you to collapse back to the ground. Pressing your body into the polished tiles feels as welcome as sliding onto an alpine lake.

JayJay's father wheels on his son. "Fucking lovely. Well, she sure as fuck cannot be allowed to go home now. Alright, you little fuckweasel, hose her off and get her into my trunk."

JayJay seems hopeful for a moment. "So I can keep her?"

His father backhands the young man so hard they JayJay ends up on his ass. "Failure is not rewarded, you shitstain! You will be staying here! I am going to take her with me up the cabin, your uncle and I are going to break her, and then your mother will get her a position as a "resident" in one of the retreats. You will never see her again."

You are not sure what that all means, but, as you slither your hands down along your slimy torso and begin to grind your fingers against your abused crotch and ass, it all seems fine...just fine.

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