ColonThree x Yuki/Ketamine Twink After the stream watchalong party, Yuki quietly left the lobby to go back to his room. He had attended the "Super Epic Dad Meetup Party" and was assigned a room like all other dads who attended. Organizerchama had thought of everything indeed, this anonymous oil balon had rented dozens of rooms in this fairly luxurious hotel just for dads to have a comfy meetup. Yuki was relieved when he found out that he got to have the room entirely to himself, community cumdump jokes are only fun until the greasy, fat burger starts borderline molesting you. Dads are mostly harmless however when you're a small, weak, vulnerable, soft twink like him you can never be too careful. He didn't drink so he wouldn't get drunk and kept his distance from the bigger dads but of course it was impossible to escape dirty looks and "banter" in the form of close contact. Despite the few harmless "jokes" Yuki has been having a lot of fun at the meetup so far, turns out dads really are quite nice people after all. Yuki called the elevator to go back to his room on floor 5. Turns out C3 had also taken the elevator, suddenly facing the intense gaze of his big red eyes startled Yuki but he quickly recognized this peculiar dad. C3's doll-like appearance immediately grabbed Yuki's attention, after realizing that 5th floor was already selected, he raised his hand to do a little wave to greet him. Yuki was hoping it would be a quiet ride where he got to silently appreciate the cute frills of C3's dress as having a conversation would mean he would have to look into his scary red eyes but C3 quickly broke the silence. "Hey~ Yuki-chama right?" his voice was soft yet cold with the hint of a sinister melody dragging his words in the air like a gentle brush stroke, this voice could very well be the chant of a siren if it so desired. Now he had no choice but to speak with him, at least someone used his name instead of his nickname for once, even though he sucks at communication he was secretly glad that he got to talk to such a cute dad. "Y-yeah... Thanks for not calling me ketamine twink...", Yuki's little stutter and weak voice was like a treat to C3, his eyes squinted a little like a predator observing its prey as he giggled. The elevator ride was too short for them to get to know each other but it turns out their rooms are right next to each other. "You should come over to my room sometime Yuki-chama. Ah- don't get the wrong idea though hehe~", said C3 as he unlocked his door. "E-eh? ...right... um... s-see ya", Yuki got into his room in a hurry to escape C3's gaze, also what was there to get wrong anyway? Was he implying something? Yuki sure didn't know, he took a deep breath and got into the shower. Later, Yuki got a DM on discord. "KT-chama!!! Sit next to me during breakfast tomorrow~", as expected, he couldn't say no. Yuki and C3 had breakfast together, Yuki seemed to have mostly gotten over his irrational fears about him, while he has a strong, dangerous and schizotic aura; in the end he is a nice, harmless dad like all the others. "Say Yuki-chama, today's watchalong will be quite late. I heard from ***** that dads are going to take shots every time Bea says "dyrbi"... Being stuck in the middle of a dozen drunk guys might be dangerous for a cute dad like you~ Wanna come over to my room to watch it together instead?" perhaps it was a bit too early to invite him over, no one would blame Yuki for rejecting such an offer, but C3 was confident he would comply as he stopped avoiding eye contact, he knew there was no escape for his little prey after that. As the day went on Yuki grew more and more hesitant about going to C3's room but there was no going back now. As soon as Yuki agreed C3 had given him the backup keycard to his room and told him to come whenever he wants, even if Yuki changed his mind, he would have to give the card back eventually. He managed to convince himself that the thought of having to explain why he decided not to go after saying he would be more stressful than spending a couple hours with a fellow cute dad. He really needed to socialize anyway and C3 was a pretty good match for him, right? He's nice, good looking and he is the only dad who doesn't tower upon him. After inevitably running into C3 a few times during the day and chatting more, Yuki started feeling pretty good about not chickening out. It was time, stress and hesitancy struck one more time, but Yuki gathered enough courage to finally get out of his room, walk 2 whole steps and enter C3's room. As soon as he stepped in, he saw C3 wearing a frilly dress that exposes his chest, a black mask and fake demon horns, ripped fishnets and black panties, his exposed chest had black cross shaped stickers covering his nipples, taking a selfie while doing a peace sign and a suggestive pose on the bed. Yuki momentarily beholds C3's feminine curves before he autistically stutters and alerts him "I-I-I uh I um h-hi hello". C3 quickly turns around and shouts "Are you retarded?! What do you think you're doing sneaking in instead of knocking on the door or at least greeting me?!". He doesn't look mad however, in fact he doesn't seem to be bothered by being seen naked even though his gut reaction was to shout. "Ah sorry Yuki-chama, I'm glad you came~ You can sit on the bed if you like, I'll go change and bring snacks". Yuki sat on the bed as there was nowhere else to sit and C3 came out of the bathroom not even a minute later, wearing a huge baggy t-shirt instead of the dress. After such an awkward moment, Yuki couldn't say anything, but he also couldn't keep his eyes away from C3's legs. His legs were clad in nothing but fishnets, they were slightly sunken into his soft skin, his pale skin and thick thighs had a captivating look impossible to resist. C3 noticed Yuki looking at his thighs as he was grabbing chips from the cabinet. "What are you looking at Yuki-chama~?". Like a small animal caught within a bear claw's grasp, Yuki panicked, and his eyes darted around, trying to find something to say. "U-uhh I was uh l-looking at your uhh... N-nails! They're uh very pretty... and long". C3 sat next to Yuki, "Ah thank you Yuki-chama~ I keep them long for a purpose you know..." without waiting for Yuki to ask why, he added, "On top of looking nice, they are very useful." He got closer to Yuki and gently slid his nails up Yuki's arm. "Nothing else comes close to the feeling of digging into soft flesh with your own nails~" he jokingly pressed his nails into Yuki's arm, careful to not actually hurt him. His sweet voice left a lingering aroma in the air and every syllable sent shivers down Yuki's spine, all he could hope for now is that C3 is either just fooling around or he is at least merciful. "Eh? Yuki-chama... I can hear your heartbeats..." indeed, Yuki's heart was pounding, before he could make an excuse for his excitement C3 booped him "Hehe I'm just teasing you KT. Anyway, it’s been 15 minutes, Bea should start the stream soon". They enjoyed the stream together, sharing jokes and having comfy chit-chat. Eventually C3 was able to convince Yuki to have some special water. Stream ended and both of them were tipsy and in a good mood. "Yuki-chamaa... why don't you stay over tonight? Your room is so far away, isn't it? We can share the bed you know~" thus spoke the succubus with compelling red eyes glowing and from his flushed cheeks desire radiating. Yuki knew that it's useless to fight his feeling, he gave his answer without stuttering at last. "Perfect! I guess I don't have to keep these on anymore" C3 swiftly took of his t-shirt then peeled of the cross stickers on his nipples. "Well, do you like them Yuki-chama~? Hehe, still embarrassed? Come on Yuki-chama we both knew that we were going to have sex eventually, I know you've been interested in me for a while, and I've had my eye on you too..." He stroked Yuki's hair, then descended his hand down with a gentle stroke on his cheek and firmly grabbed Yuki's chin with two fingers. "Now let's see yours~" He then took off Yuki's top and pinched his nipples while teasing him about how cute they are. Pushing him down and wasting no time, C3 pulled Yuki's pants off along with his underwear. Upon seeing how small Yuki's dick is, he couldn't contain his laughter "Ahaha~ I knew you would have a small one but this... It's a bit embarrassing even for someone like you, isn't it? It's rock hard too..." after flicking Yuki's tiny prick with a smug grin on his face, C3 reached into his panties. Despite the lack of a bulge, he pulled out a massive, thick, meaty rod and let it fall on top of Yuki's immature penis. They then proceeded to passionately frot as C3 kissed Yuki's neck. Noticing how wet Yuki had gotten, C3 broke the frottage and held Yuki's legs spread. "Time to show you why they call me Colon Three, Yuki-chama~". Yuki's submissive body didn't need any lubrication, he was already yearning to be filled by C3 and he naturally accepted it. Blinded by burning lust aroused by his prey's complete submission C3 savagely fucked Yuki for hours, stretching him to thrice his former size and proving he's worthy of his name. Load after load was emptied inside Yuki as his weak body, girly moans and pathetic dick cumming on his own stomach fueled C3's insatiable lust. Eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Just a couple hours later an alarm C3 set for breakfast went off. Yuki stopped C3 from getting up "Colon-chama... Let's cuddle a bit longer instead..." Ekotachi After hours passed without an ounce of rest, Eko finally accepted that he wasn't going to get any sleep. "Ah... It can't be helped I guess..." he got out of bed and wore his coat. Despite the cold and the late hour, Eko had to go for a walk, he knew that nothing else clears his mind like a comfy walk in the night. It was the 3rd day of the dad meetup party, Eko spent quite some time with all the dads and got to know them better, except one, Tachi. Eko wondered what he's doing wrong as he walked through the night, he simply couldn't get close to Tachi no matter what he did. "He is a popular dad after all... He probably doesn't care about someone like me..." Eko had imagined that once he finally got to meet Tachi, talking with him would be easy and everything would go smoothly but Tachi was always surrounded by other dads, talented, strong, good-looking and... autistic dads. If they were anonymous, or were chatting on discord, Eko could easily join in, but his confidence had been broken after seeing Tachi in real life. His soft fluffy hair, silky smooth skin and oh so beautiful dainty hands. Even at first glance, Eko had instantly recognized Tachi and made up excuses to himself to avoid him. Even though he spoke to Tachi quite a few times before, realizing that he actually has a crush on him brought Eko back to square one. What if he stuttered or had an awkward moment? What if Tachi hated him? It's best to avoid irl contact he thought. If he could make it through the remaining week of the meetup then he could go back to chatting with Tachi, safely, on discord instead. But then he may never get to hold his pretty hands. He would never get to look deep into his eyes. "Ah... I didn't even get a good look of his eyes because I was too scared to stare...". Silence of the streets, uncanny glow of the dim lights and the sound of gravel crushed beneath his boots were not going to drown out the sounds of his desires. He decided to head back. Needless to say, the walk didn't help. Eko's mind was plagued by a disease that kept dragging his thoughts back to one thing, Tachi. Could he really be in love? In love with a dad?! And witch Tachi of all people! Maybe this was some kinda dream, yes this was one of those weird train nap dreams he always has. Unable to fight his thoughts anymore, Eko convinced himself that it's normal to have weird thoughts like this every now and then, he needed sleep and if these visions are what it takes so be it, he said. Eko tightly hugged his pillow and let his imagination run wild as he succumbed to sleep. Eko woke up clenching his teeth, he quickly realized that his body and mind betrayed him. He was harder than he ever was, he had drooled all over his pillow and the first thing that had popped into his mind was unsurprisingly, Tachi. Eko washed his face and was startled by his own bloodshot eyes. "Maybe it's true. Maybe I do love him... But what if he doesn't love me... What if he hates me...? But dads always joke about us being together so they must see that we are compatible right? Even if they are jokes there must be some truth in them. Maybe Tachi thought this as well... Maybe he thought about us... being together as well...". The thought of Tachi having feelings towards him made his heart skip a beat. Faced with his feelings, Eko couldn't deny reality anymore. No matter the outcome, he must go talk to Tachi. When he checked the meetup activity schedule, Eko saw that it was time for "Epic dad fishign time :)". He was already a few minutes late. Afraid of wasting more time, Eko grabbed his dadpole and sprinted to the fishing spot. When Eko got there the dads had already starting fishing. To his luck, Tachi wasn't occupied by other dads as most dads had gathered around ****** after he caught a huge fish with his bare hands. Eko took a deep breath and walked up to Tachi. "Hey Tachi! What are you up to?". It took Tachi a moment for him recognize Eko. "Oh, hi Eko, just fishing with the dads. Have you had any luck?". Tachi's speech was calm, it had no trace of anxiety or deeper feeling, this alone was enough to deal a blow to Eko's spirit. "Ah I just came here actually" Eko dipped the tip of his fishing rod into the water, it was clear he wasn't interested in fishing at the moment. He had to push himself to break the awkward silence, "Do you fish a lot, Tachi?". "I fish sometimes, especially in the summer. It-s very comfy.". Eko knew he wasn't going to get very close to Tachi while pretending to be fishing, "Wanna have some tea after this? I have a few stuff I want to talk about" Tachi said yes, after the fishing they went to a cafe. "What did you wanna talk about Eko?" He didn't have anything in mind, he made that up on the spot so Tachi would be more likely to accept his offer. "I uh... I'm working on this one drawing and I thought you could help me with the background... Can you show me how you get the strokes like that" He quickly pulled up a random image Tachi drew on his phone. "Oh of course, always happy to help with reps. I thought you meant something serious when you said you wanted to talk though." Excuses and lies hasn't helped Eko thus far, he had to be honest. "Well... The truth is that I wanted to be alone with you. I... I always have a lot of fun when we're together. Like when we built that minecraft arena together. To me, Bea was just an excuse, I just wanted to spend time with you." realizing how gay that sounds, Eko stepped back "D-don't get the wrong idea though!". Tachi giggled, "Don-t be shy Eko, I think of us as genuine friends at this point. The way you said this stuff like it-s some love confession is cute though~ Could the crush rrats be true?" Tachi's tone made it perfectly clear that he was merely joking but Eko felt like he was going to faint upon hearing his words, his heart was beating so fast that Tachi could almost hear it. Laying in bed, Tachi pondered about the way Eko acted today. "It was almost like he-s actually flustered around me... Ah this is bad, I shouldn't let rrats infest my head." Tachi applied his hand lotion. "Time to do some reps." He grabbed his pen and started doodling on his tablet. Undoing his scribbles after a few strokes, Tachi just come up with a doodle that satisfied him. "Ah! An aggie would inspire me! But all the dads are at the meetup, they probably didn't bring anything to join the canvas with." Indeed, only Eko and Tachi were autistic enough to bring their tablets to draw. "Oh, I know! I'll just get some paint and a big canvas so we can all draw together!" Tachi woke up early to prepare the surprise for the dads, an irl aggie was sure to please Bea too. After breakfast Tachi gathered the dads in the lobby for the painting collaboration, this piece was developing to be the most soulful of all with even non-artdads contributing a few doodles. "Hey Eko, you wanted me to show you how to get certain strokes right?" Eko was constructing the base of his cute fuwa drawing but he gladly took a break from it to watch Tachi. Tachi's brush masterfully slid across the canvas, leaving perfectly defined edges and curves behind as he talked about brush strokes like a professor. Eko was completely enchanted, not that he didn't know about this stuff, he didn't care anyway, he was focused on Tachi's hands. His soft, smooth hands must have been framed by a sublime artist just like Tachi, he thought. Eko accompanied Tachi's lines with his own brush, their hands were captivated in a dance as the two artists let their talent run wild. Strokes intertwined, colors mixed, and their hands occasionally touched in this waltz. When their opus stood complete on the canvas, they both took a step back to appreciate it. Even though they didn't speak a single word while drawing it, the piece looked like it was planned and constructed carefully. No doubt, only an artist expert in his craft could tear this piece apart from his soul and project it upon a canvas, only the hand of a single master, or two hands of lovers interlocked. "It turned out pretty good right?". "Yeah it-s good. Good art is art that makes you feel something after all." could they be feeling the same thing? The entire canvas was filled, and it was obvious everyone poured their heart and soul into it. It was going to look good on Bea's wall for sure. Only if she knew that among the paint, doodles, sketches and shitposts, a confession of love between two dads lied within, alas only Eko and Tachi could read the poem secretly engraved in plain sight. Both were overwhelmed by the same emotion whenever they took a look at their collaborative painting, it was almost obscene to have such a thing exposed in the open, for it was their love ran free, clad in none. Eko was able to talk to Tachi normally again after sharing such an intimate moment, he felt stupid for letting his fears keep him away from Tachi, of course they were friends, it's normal for friends to chat so there is nothing to be afraid of. He was trying to build up confidence in front of the mirror again. He had just gotten back from his walk, and he was now getting ready to ask Tachi if he wanted to draw together again. Eko and Tachi had dinner together, finally, Eko could calmly talk to him and get to know Tachi. As they opened up their entire personalities to each other they both felt their relationship detach from "bea's dads" and become people who met naturally and grew to like each other. No one, nothing else was needed as an excuse for them to be together anymore. "Wanna draw something together, Eko?". "I was going to ask you the same thing!" Eko happily replied. "Let's draw something other than Bea this time.". If it's not reps, then it must be a date, both thought at the same time. Instead of going to the lobby for the stream watchalong, they both went to Tachi's room. Eko's heart started racing again as soon as he stepped into Tachi's room. His sweet fragrance was unavoidable, Eko made the mistake of taking a deep breath to calm himself down, the odor swept him off his feet, his mind had already sunken into blissful dreams. They had much talking to do, so they began drawing. Sketches, edges, lines, curves flooded the canvas as both artists loudly sang their feelings from their pens. Complex shapes formed as they worked in perfect coordination like they had practiced the drawing a hundred times beforehand, they had the same piece in mind and worked together to bring it to life. Like expert stone cutters placing and hitting nails in harmony, Tachi and Eko completed each other's lines as if they shared a single mind. With bold strokes upon each other's paints, colors were rendered as if by the hand of breaking dawn. With fingers interlocked, two lovers grasping the pen together drew their last line, finishing labor of their love. They realized that they were holding hands but did not break contact. Their eyes met, synchronized rhythm of their hearts could be hidden no more. Magic words needed not to be spoken as they had just finished singing their serenade. Their lips naturally gravitated together; ecstasy melted their vision into a colorful scene almost as pretty as their drawing. When their lips parted both were met with a portrait of their lover. Feeling Tachi's hands on his chest set Eko ablaze with lust. Eko's grasp around Tachi's waist had his skin burning with desire. They didn't know who would be top and bottom, but they had to have sex right now, their bodies could not bear being apart anymore. After they undressed each other Eko pinned Tachi down by his hands, not because he wanted to take the lead but because that's what his instincts lead him to do, he had been dreaming of having them in his grasp for days. "This... Is my first time..." Tachi muttered. "Same." Eko replied Being afraid to penetrate, Eko made out with Tachi while frotting. Steam coming out of their bodies as the friction of skin rubbing together generated seemingly as much heat as a campfire could almost be seen. Beating of their hearts and excitement of sharing their first time coupled with the sweet tingles vibrating through their body as they approached the edge had both of them moaning and panting. Tachi spread his legs "I... I want it...". Eko nervously deflowered his lover, their bodies naturally worked together, and they gently made love. Tachi's body wholly welcomed Eko, texture and warmth of his soft skin pulled Eko deeper and Eko's member gently stroke Tachi's prostate as if he was being careful on purpose, his loving caresses sent wave after wave of ecstasy throughout Tachi's body. With fingers interlocked, tongues intertwined, and every inch of their skin pressed together Eko released his seed into his lover as both embraced in euphoria. After they were done making sweet love Eko and Tachi cuddled in bed. Eko finally spoke the words that had plagued his mind for so long, the words that had so desperately fought to escape his mouth, the words that were written all over the bed now. "I love you. I love you Tachi." "I love you too Eko" Stuffedidiot x CC x Max Super-secret dad sex plan hidden behind the super epic dad meetup has been a great success. More and more dads were accepting their feelings and having sex every day, and naturally, gossips arose. "Ahh sasuga bear... Something like this was inevitable in such a meetup after all. *** x ***** huh? I knew the rrats were true" Stuffed thought after catching up on the latest posts on the thread. "I wonder who's next... Not gonna lie, watching dads fall one by one is kinda exciting.". Whenever dads were seen close together, walls of texts detailing juicy, scandalous happenings between them would be posted on the thread the next day. Stuffed read the new chapter then proceeded to tease *** and ***** on d******. Most dads dismissed the posts as fantasy, fiction, mere rrats. Stuffed didn't completely believe them either but the way some dads acted around each other was... suspicious to say the least. Even if they were complete fiction, Stuffed enjoyed entertaining the idea, poking fun at dads for their crushes like a middle school student always got a giggle out of him. Though it didn't end there, it was all fun and games until he read deeper into the posts and felt a tingle deep within. He secretly enjoyed the intimacy, the romance, the sex. It was undeniable at this point that there was a sinister conspiracy going on to turn dads gay, Bea was pushing dads together, balons were gathering dads together and now someone... was planting entire scenarios into their minds. Stuffed felt guilty for getting excited at such a thought, but he could not help pondering for he knew he would eventually be the victim. Who could his partner be? Could it be ***? ****? (***)? What sort of debauchery would be poured into his story? What role would he take? Stuffed began dreaming his own scenarios while laying on bed, some too perverted to admit, some too decadent to utter, some that must be repressed deep within. He could not simply laugh these off like the fics. "Yes, yes dolls are cool and all but the extravagant style of their dresses miss the entire point of toy perfection that can be found only within quality vinyl sentai kaiju toys. A soft doll like Nanchara-chan can't be compared to my prized Supaasato za kaijin-kira limited edition plywood base, carbon-enriched, inflammable gel coated, hot-glued, thinly painted, custom-pose-able action figure. They are completely different in their essences, please do not confuse them with dolls" Max took a sip from his espresso, annoyed by the uneducated comment made on his beloved toys by Dave. "Now that you mention dolls though, have you heard about the rrats about the dolldads?" of course he had, he was one of the head gay rrat spreaders. He never missed a chance to hornypost as soon as dad sex was mentioned. "Dads really have been getting closer, haven't they?" Dave replied, unable to contain his smirk. "I think it's kinda scary. If the rrats are true, this meetup is basically a gay escape room.". "Come on Max-chama, I don't think there is any reason to be scared, dads are just socializing. Weren't you the one who's always trying to get dads to come out and socialize? Just enjoy the company.". Indeed, Max had always tried to befriend dads and get them to socialize. He had a lot of fun getting to know the dads in person but recently something felt off. Could it be that dads have crossed the line? Could true love bloom between dads or were they mere playthings for the bear's sick game? Did Max do something bad by helping dads get deceived and corrupted by the paws or were they simply meant to be? "Eh, it can't be helped" he was probably just overthinking, dads probably didn't even do anything together, it's just shitposting as always. Even if some dads did fall in love there's nothing wrong with that right? But if there is nothing wrong then why did Max feel a dark force lurking in the shadows, seemingly pushing dads together? "What's the matter Max? Afraid you might get the hots for... some dad?" said Dave, jokingly with an eyebrow raised, upon seeing Max's bothered expression. "Don't even imply something like that, cock cage.". They shared a laugh. "Ahh... I can't believe I actually came to this" Stuffed could no longer hide from his demons, he had submitted and did his reps like a good little toy, while lost in dad fantasies. As lust fleeted, guilt overtook the vacuum, Stuffed had to bear the fact he gave in from now on. There was no turning back from this now, paws had taken firm grip of him, and the puppet show was just about to begin. His fantasies returned to possess his mind shortly after release when he partook in scheduled activities. Stuffed would see dads 3 feet away from each and would immediately think that they must be secretly dating or something, impure thoughts would cloud his mind and the storm inside his heart would not rest until he could suspend disbelief of reality enough to come up with something that supports his belief of random dads being secret lovers. The poison had overtaken his own will, this plush was now an instrument of the paws, he wanted the dad love, he craved it, he needed it. Silently observing other dads as they chatted, Stuffed came up with a plan to get two together, he knew the dads well enough, they were close to each other and were quite choroi too. While devising his plan, refining it to make sure his subjects cannot escape he felt butterflies in his stomach, this must have been what whoever was behind all of this pushing dads together must have felt. Power, lust... and love? Stuffed realized that pushing these dads together was not he wanted, for he had feelings for both. Did he really love them? Was it even possible for him to love two dads at the same time? All he knew was the fact his heart pushed him to own both instead of matching them. It could definitely work, 3 dads in one relationship, it somehow made too much sense. Dave walked into his room, planning to do his reps for a few hours before the stream watchalong starts. He immediately noticed something on his desk, unmistakably this was a pair of glasses, and no ordinary pair either. A pair of U-47 model perfectly polished shining lenses held together with an elegant mechanism with perfect sleek lines complementing and contrasting with the black frame. Top of the lenses were nude and only the bottom was covered, a bold sight teasing him. He felt a twitch in his cage, the shine reflecting from the pair made him forgot that he could even unlock his cage at will. Enthralled, Dave slowly walked towards the glasses, shaking from excitement. There was a note under the pair, "Meet me at the fishing spot 5 minutes before the watchalong. Important." Dave didn't need his keys anymore as his reps were done along with the sentence. Dave was giggling like a JK in love as he waited next to the small pond for his secret admirer to show up. A couple minutes later, Max showed up, so furious that one could almost see steam coming from his ears. "What the fuck is going on where are my fucking toys?!". Confused, "Eh? What? I didn't touch your toys. What did you call me here for?" Dave replied. "What? I found a note on my desk saying if I want to see my toys again, I would have to come here and meet someone, that wasn't you? Also, I didn't call you what the hell." "I found a pair of glasses along with a note telling me to come here... I thought it was like a gift from some secret admirer or something..." said Dave. "Did someone set us up? What's going on her-" Max was interrupted by Stuffed approaching and saying, "Oh fancy seeing you guys here, what are you doing here all alone together?". "What kind of prank is this? Where are my toys?!" said Max. "I didn't even touch them retard, they are all where they are. I knew the threat of even one of them missing would be enough for you to bolt out without double checking. He was right. "Oh... Well, I didn't check because I was too shocked... But how come Dave gets something while I just get threatened anyway?" Max asked. "The glasses were already expensive... I can't afford to buy you some special figure just to get your attention.". Max couldn't blame him as he knew better than everyone else how expensive quality toys could be. "So, is this just some kinda prank? Why did you bring us here?" Dave asked. Stuffed took a deep breath. "No, I needed to be alone with both of you.". "You could have just ask-" Dave was cut short by Stuffed. "Max and I were already planning on getting that for you for christmas, I decided to give it to you a bit early for this confession I'm about to make." Silence became unbearable within a couple seconds as Stuffed had a moment to perfectly align the strike his words would be. "I love you dads, both of you." despite sounding silly, it could be felt that this was a true love confession. Dave was ready to throw himself at whoever was his "secret admirer" anyway, but he was taken aback as he now found himself in a love triangle, could such a thing possibly work? Max's eyes opened wide as he came to realize that all along, Stuffed had been the presence he felt. But was it him who influenced Stuffed or was it Stuffed who influenced Max? Stuffed must have been planning this for a while, but Max felt that it was his actions which tripped the first domino. Maybe this was what he wanted all along. He was unsure of his feelings, even if he did love Stuffed or Dave, did he love both? Could he? Either way his body wasn't concerned with such questions, his heart was beating fast, and his cheeks were flushed. Even though his mind was filled with uncertainties and contradictions, he closed his eyes and took the leap. "I love you too, dads." Both turned to Dave, who was shaking like a kitten in the rain. Such an unusual and arguably degenerate scene filled him with excitement he hasn't felt ever since he first discovered porn. They hesitantly embraced each other, even though all of them were uncertain about being in a polyamorous relationship, their bodies were burning with lust and their flesh rubbing together confirmed their desires. "S-so... Are we going to... do it..." Dave timidly asked. Without a word, Stuffed grabbed their hands, one in each hand and lead them to his room, neither objected. As they stepped into the room Stuffed finally realized what's going on. It wasn't Bea, it wasn't the organizer, it wasn't the writer who created the dark fantasies he so desired. It was him. For words would have no power if his will didn't let them to. He accepted his role in the story, he was to arson, he was to spark the fuel and feed, free the flame he held within and devour his lovers with his endless passion. They undressed, Dave took everything off except his glasses and cage. Seeing Stuffed's toned and Max's soft body was enough to get him to leak in his cage. Stuffed took the lead and laid Dave on the bed, Dave's body was ready to get ravaged on the spot, he closed his eyes and instead of penetration he felt weight on top of him. Stuffed laid Max on top of Dave, his rather small body didn't cause discomfort. "Don't tell me you expected to get action, cuckcage!" Stuffed laughed. "Be a good boy and help me breed Max.". Stuffed's bold, dominant words sent shivers down their spines. Dave kissed Max's cheek and descended down to his neck while caressing his chest. Max spread his legs and closed his eyes as he braced himself for penetration. Even though it was Max's first time, Stuffed was overtaken by animalistic lust, he pinned Max's arms down and ravished his tender body. Assaulted by loving strokes and Stuffed's thick cock Max gave in and let out loud moans. Dave was getting a good kegel workout as his whole body clenched. His tiny, immature dick trapped in its cage desperately struggled for release as his lovers coupled on top of him. Waves of pleasure sent by Stuffed's pounding echoed throughout both of their bodies. With a final pump, Stuffed unleashed his seed deep into Max. The pleasure of being cummed inside pushed Max over the edge and his slightly-smaller-than-average dick shot hot ropes of cum on his stomach while twitching. Stuffed pulled his dick out of Max's tight hole and rested it on his crotch, their members covered in cum rubbed together like a couple of lovers cuddling in a sauna. Stuffed's seed overflew and leaked out of Max. Hot drops of semen falling on Dave's cage was too much for his weak prick to handle. Dave weakly leaked out all the cum he had saved as his cage prevented him from shooting properly. As lust was drained from their bodies, clarity unraveled the haze covering their minds. The three dads laying together, exhausted, were able to speak their feelings with no doubt. "I love you dads." "Say ****, wasn't Dave having breakfast with those two just now?". "Oh, I thought he was with them too, maybe he went somewhere. How did he go so fast though? Hayai ne...". When lust overtook once more, dads decided to experiment with spicier stuff. While having breakfast, Stuffed commanded Dave to go under the table and give Max and him a double handjob. "You're such an idiot." Dave said sweetly before obeying his command with no resistance. Degenerate borderline public sex became a common activity between the dads, Max and Stuffed would bend Dave over whenever they wanted or simply made him get on his knees so they can cover his beloved glasses with cum, he wouldn't want it any other way either. Max and Dave even surprised Stuffed with bad dragon strap-ons once. Even though he was usually the top, it was only fair for dads to return the favor every once in a while, by stuffing the idiot. Fun dynamic of the relationship truly grew on everyone, and they were all certain that they found true love. AR x Gyro Dozens of screens ordered in columns lit up Andrew's secret office. He sat back and relaxed in his chair, pouring himself a glass of 100% virgin olive oil. Screens displayed live video footage of every dad's room, Andrew's watchful eyes and screen recorder took note of every detail. Spying is immoral, sure, but the data he got out of this was priceless. Just as the program Gyro wrote predicted, couples of dads couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Dad meetup was only done halfway through, if numbers were to keep rising like this, there would be no virgin dad by the end of the week. Andrew compiled a report of the most recent findings shown by the terabytes of data, made easy-to-read graphs and sent the final results to Beatani. A discord DM lit up his phone screen, "1000+ Love points". Gyro was busy debugging the dad matchmaker script, so he had to stay awake all night. "Can't believe I do this for free..." he said while rubbing his eyes. The strain from the screen had gotten to the point where it's utterly unbearable, he decided to take a break. Gyro called it a night and got into bed; he was ready to drift into sleep immediately but something grabbed his attention. It was snowing. He felt compelled to take a look at the white clad scenery outside, it must have been snowing for quite a while. Coincidentally, it seemed that *** and ***** also decided to enjoy the snow, at such a late hour. Gyro noticed the dads playing in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, building snowbears and drawing sweet honey snow angels on the ground. Gyro felt a strong emotion rise within. Was it envy? Did he want what the other dads had? Was it pride? Was he proud of his work that got the dads together? He didn't know what it exactly was, but something was missing. Should he be happy to see the fruits of his labor? Should he be happy as his work was sure to please Bea? He didn't know, he just kept watching the pure dad love unfold. Gyro woke up, still tired. After seeing dads having fun in the snow, he thought maybe enjoying the cold would help him with his burnout. Dad meetup location had an ice-skating ring, having done ice skating before, Gyro decided to try it out once more all alone. Dad ice ballet was scheduled for tomorrow, but it wouldn't hurt to try it out a bit beforehand. As it had been years since he last done this, Gyro had trouble with balance but eventually got the gist and gently skated across the ice. Dads in pairs were going to be dancing on the ice tomorrow, how romantic, he thought. There was a heavy melancholic feeling in his heart. Soon his script would be perfect, no dad would go unpaired, and they would live happily ever after. "Isn't this kinda scary? The predictions come true just as the program says, it can basically tell the future." he felt as though he created a terrible weapon. But why did he even make such a thing in the first place? Because he wanted to? For Bea? Or did he do it for... Andrew's voice snapped Gyro out of his deep thoughts. "What are you up to here all by yourself?". Maybe Andrew was the reason, he had always been so supportive of him, they even had matching avatars. Their autism poured together, and they ended up building this fearsome machine, they were only occupied with the question of could they do it instead of should they do it. As the cute little baby code came up with cute pairings, Markov chains got more and more complex and they ended up with a monster, a monster that highly intrigued Beatani. "I just... Felt burned out and decided to take a little break, the code will be ready soon." Gyro slowly skated towards Andrew who was getting his skates on. "It's okay Gyro, you don't have to overwork yourself or rush the project.". Such simple words, they were exactly what Gyro needed to hear. He could now enjoy his little break without guilt now. Dads skated together for a little while. Andrew and Gyro spent the rest of the day together. After saying goodnight and returning to his room Gyro was filled with energy and got to work right away. He ran the code, it was perfect. Every last bit of data about the dads, their perfect matchup, optimal strategies on getting them closer with their partner, alternative routes and predictions, DM and general interaction heat maps, racial slur leaderboards, Gyro had perfected his masterpiece, fate of all dads had been sealed. Gyro zipped it up and attached the file in a mail to Andrew, but just before he clicked the send button he paused. He had run the script on every single dad, except himself. His curiosity was too strong, he feared he already knowing the answer, but he had to make sure. Dad select window popped up; Gyro typed in the name "gyroninja". After a brief loading screen that felt like it lasted hours. The results came, along with the perfect strategy to follow and even blunders made in the past. Gyro read every last detail; he knew his script was perfect, but it was impossible to not be stunned by the awe inspiring accuracy. Gyro sent the program to Andrew and immediately jumped into bed, trying to think as little as possible about the things he discovered. Gyro woke up with a smile, he looked out the window. Among the snow this time he saw a place where he could be truly happy and share the moment with someone. Numbers don't lie and it's no use denying the truth, Gyro and Andrew were meant to be, and seemingly, nothing could change that. Instead of sending a DM, Gyro directly called Andrew, he picked up with a cheerful voice. "Wanna build a snowbear, Andrew?" In a dark mancave, thundering clatters of a mechanical keyboard echoed. Fingers determined to unravel the web in front of him worked without rest, MS would stop Andrew and Gyro's plan of mass dad homosexuality at all costs. "I'm in." MS reached the dadmatcher.zip file. As there were no sneeders, it would take a while to download tho. Sounds of soft, oil covered flesh slapping together filled Andrew's room. Gyro and Andrew had embraced each other quickly after stepping into the room and taking off their coats. Their skin, flushed and dressed in a bumpy texture by the cold with goosebumps could no longer bear being apart of their other halves. Andrew flipped a secret switch in his room, a concave in the wall was revealed which contained an expensive suitcase. He opened the suitcase after entering a long password, the case opened, letting out dry ice like steam. It was his special lube in a gold and diamond plated bottle, made by oil from every reserve mixed with virgin oil from every type of oil in the world. Andrew saved this bottle for a special occasion like this, and it had worked wonders. Additional oils containing chemicals from exotic plants acted as an aphrodisiac, setting Gyro's body aflame with a single drop. Andrew was generous while applying the lube. They rubbed the oil all over each other as they passionately kissed and shared gentle, loving caresses. Gyro rode Andrew's cute shota dick with smooth moves as the lube made his immature penis a perfect match for Gyro's tight hole. Every breath taken, every moan and bounce fanned the flames of the couple's love making. Andrew got a DM and the Beatani voice deepfake ai text-to-speech program automatically read it out loud: "Turn on the camera retard I wanna watc-" Andrew muted his phone so it wouldn't distract him from who truly mattered, his beloved lover Gyro. Seeing Andrew ignore Bea like that made Andrew look even more lovely in his eyes, this was someone who truly cared about him, someone who he can trust. After long, lovey dovey sex, Andrew and Gyro came at the same time, covering each other in steaming hot ropes of cum. However, the effect of the concoction covering them could still be felt with all its potency, unable to extinguish the lust within, they had sex again, with Gyro as the top this time. After the aphrodisiac wore off and dads were exhausted, they cuddled in bed, simply savoring the pleasant feeling of being in each other's arms. "Andrew, I've been thinking..." said Gyro, with a mildly bothered tone "Why do you think we made the dad matcher for? For Bea? For dads? I guess it's a good thing for dads to find love in the end, but it feels bad somehow.". Andrew hugged Gyro more tightly. "I did everything for... You, Gyro. The meetup, the archives, streaming. It was all so I could get close to you, maybe the dad matcher was a part of that too.". "Don't you care about Bea?" Gyro asked. "I never did, she was just a tool, a bridge to help us connect.". Andrew received another DM, "-500 Love points retard you better record the sex sex sex next time." Andrew was enjoying a glass of oil as he watched the dads on his screens. He had a date coming up with Gyro soon, so he was in an especially good mood. The thick grease almost got stuck in his throat as he suddenly jumped out of his expensive gaming chair in shock. One after another, screens turned red and black. "Hijack lol" A pixelated anonymous figure appeared on the screens in front of Andrew. "It's over Andrew, all your systems are locked and I'm about to leak everything to the dads. Your evil conspiracy ends here. "Menhera!" Andrew shouted in fury. His computer, phone, smart watch, neuralink, touchscreen toilet, automatic doors and windows were all locked. His vain obsession trapped him in an inescapable cage, he was now in MS' mercy. "Before I initiate the final yab however, I will go through your personal files right in front of you. This is what you fucking get for showing all that data.". Dozens of windows popped up and bots scrolled through his files, messages, and calls for juicy details about Andrew's personal life. "Stop! I-I can give you anything you want! You know how rich I am! I'll do anything!". MS halted; he had a better idea now. "Anything?" Andrew had to comply with MS' request, otherwise he could lose his empire, his oil, Bea and most importantly, Gyro. "I-Is this enough? Are you satisfied now?" Andrew asked. MS tugged the Andrew's leash and commanded him to sit with a Nasty grin. "We are just getting started dear AR". MS had forced Andrew to get naked and wear dog ears, a dog tail, and a pink collar, he was thoroughly humiliated. Andrew got on his knees, struggling to hold tears back. MS pulled out his gigantic cock and laid it on Andrew's cute shota face. "Hah! That really completes your look, knew your model needed some accessories.". MS took a picture, of the undeniable proof of Andrew's submission. "P-Please... I-If Gyro sees th-". "We'll get there, sweet AR." MS said, with an even Nastier grin. He then took Andrew's leash and led him to bed. Gyro was brushing his long, pretty hair as he prepared for the date. After making sure he looks good enough, Gyro let out a sweet sigh as he imagined what would happen later this night. He was about to fall into daydreams, but a DM from Andrew snapped him out of it. >Come to my room right now. I need you How bold! Gyro's heart skipped a beat as he read the message. >MS is onto us It skipped another as the next message shattered his expectations, now he was scared.