Disclaimers: Things get pretty rough! There's some nasty sex between (consenting) family members. Don't read if you're underage, or if reading about barely legal boys is illegal in your country. Also, don't read it if the idea of gay sex offends you (because that's pretty much the point of this, I'm afraid).
I realised pretty fast that Dad was gay. He was always very open about it. It only took me a little longer to figure out he was a complete sex addict. That was one of the few things we had in common, I suppose. Not that I ever had underage sex - but I was masturbating. A lot. To some pretty fucking kinky stuff.
I think I was 14 when he raided my PC for porn. He said it was Ôcos I was doing badly at school - which was fair enough I suppose. I was in the mentality of "why bother wasting my evening on homework when I could be spending it beating off to 2 greased up, tattooed bears fisting for hours in a sling?" Yeah, those were the days. That's probably why Dad decided it was time to take over my sex life.
That's not how he presented it, of course, but that's what it was. Mum died when I was a kid, so he could make whatever decisions he wanted. He said he needed to take action to get my schoolwork back on track, and how could I argue with that? I suppose I should mention that my Dad was a fucking monster at 6'6" and 230 lbs of muscle (nowadays he's put on a few pounds of fat on top, but that hardly makes him less intimidating). I was scrawny as fuck, even for 14. Basically, his word was law. And he had decided I wasn't going to be wanking any time soon.
He didn't break it to me at the time, but the chastity device he fitted onto me was long term. A very fucking long term, as it turned out. He's kept my cock caged up to this day, but at least now I can get some relief. But back when I was 14 I was too "irresponsible" to be allowed to touch myself. And this was coming from the aforementioned sex addict, who was out getting laid virtually every night of the week! I'd lose track of the number of sleepless nights I spent listening to him banging away in the room down the hall with a particularly noisy boy. And it was usually boys. Not underage boys, but he liked Ôem young. And it was during this period that I realised I really, really needed to get a piece of that action.
Dad knew he would have me totally under his thumb long before I did. He planned and relished in my torture. He would strut around the house in his jock just to piss me off. He would joke about the size of my package and its entrapment whenever he got the chance. He got me to workout every day under punishment of heavy-duty spanking. Dad was really into spanking. Once he got started, he'd get carried away until my ass was practically raw. One time, I couldn't sit down for a week without a painful reminder of my Dad's superiority. You can bet I would work my butt off at the gym, because if Dad thought I was slacking, he would bust out the belt or the paddle. I spent my life in fear of the paddle, but despite the pain, it always resulted in a leaking wet patch on the front of my jeans from my tortured prick.
You would think this would make me frustrated. And it did. This phase of my "training", if you want to call it that, lasted a whopping 2 years. Over time, I learned to adjust. No wanking meant I would spend more time on schoolwork and the gym. I developed quite the athletic body that even my Dad would be proud of (even if I didn't have the same hirsutism he did). And I developed an obsession with sex. I fantasised about the day I would be let free to fuck who and when I pleased. I vowed to have the raunchiest, sloppiest, most devastating fucks ever. Little did I know I would have no say in the matter.
Fast forward to the morning of my 16th birthday. Dad had spent the last night away at someone else's house - not uncommon, presumably another of his boytoys. Now, in England, 16 is the legal age of consent. I realised this, but the lack of Dad that morning and the general trend of continued cock encasement didn't get my hopes very high for a birthday release. I had my usual glum breakfast. It was a normal, boring day of school. I perved on the lads in the gym for a long as I could before changing and heading home (the cock cage, as you can imagine, was highly embarrassing, so I would always wash myself at home).
I let myself in the front door and locked it behind me, tossing my shoes off as well. I headed up to my room to change out of my uniform. I didn't hear Dad around at all. But when I opened the door to my room, I was met with a big surprise. First thing that caught my eye was the bed. It was covered in leather straps and restraints. Then I caught a glimpse of Dad, naked.
Dad always loved to show off his body, but he'd never shown me his cock. I knew it was big. The bulge in his jock told me enough. The "HOLE WRECKER" tattoo across his lower abdomen was another hint. So maybe it shouldn't have been as much of a surprise to see the 9-inch, aerosol-can-thick, semi-erect piece of meat swinging between his legs. He was grinning the a wide, wicked grin. Then he leapt for me.
You'd never think such a huge guy could be so fast. He had me pinned to the floor in seconds, his giant, naked body resting on top of mine. His tongue forced its way into my stunned mouth and he worked it around, savouring the taste of his little boy. We made out for a couple of minutes. I was confused, but I didn't want to break the kiss. Here was the man who had been teasing me throughout adolescence, finally giving me a taste of sex. I thought about cumming all over him and began to feel giddy.
I didn't stay that way for long, though. Dad picked me up in his huge arms and threw me onto the bed. Then, he set about restraining me. I ended up spread eagled on the bed, with my feet a lifted a few inches off the mattress. Dad swooped in and undid the chastity device with a tiny little key, and the plastic fell away allowing my poor dick to breathe properly. It hadn't seen any action in years as the device had only ever been removed for the occasional wash. It rose readily and was already dripping with precum. Dad took it in one of his large hands and stroked the 7-and-a-half inch member. I moaned appreciatively. The pulsing organ dribbled obscenely over his furry hand. Droplets of precum glided over his skin and dripped, slowly, off his hand and onto my washboard abs. I couldn't suppress a gasp as he drew me close to climax, which was his cue to stop stroking and look at me seriously.
"All right boy... you know you want this." Dad grinned widely. "The question is, can you admit it?" He stroked his own engorged member. It was rapidly approaching a full erection. "Boy... if you're not ready, that's fine. You can keep that sweet, virgin ass of yours. But know that, while you live under my roof, what I say goes. That chastity belt would go back on and it wouldn't come off until your 17th birthday - when I'd make you the same offer." Dad licked his lips and his cock twitched, a glob of precum forming at the tip. "Or... you can beg me to fuck you. You can agree to be my cuntboi whore for as long as I feel like. You'll accept that there will be major changes - physical changes, like your ass getting fucked and stretched until I'm happy with those sweet little puffy ass lips. And other changes, too. You'll accept your status as my fucking property. You agree to let me share and humiliate you for the benefit of all my friends. How does that sound, boy? Wanna be my personal cumdump?"
I felt dizzy. I thought I was imagining things. It was like all the porno I had loved over my years of chastity were coming true all at once. Of course I said yes. I was practically tripping on arousal and adrenaline. That wasn't good enough for Dad, though. He wasn't happy until I begged him. "Fuck me," I moaned. Still not good enough. "FUCK ME!" I roared. "FUCK MY ASS UNTIL I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT!"
Dad grinned and slid into bed on top of me. Once again I felt the weight of my Dad's hairy, muscular body. He whispered in my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that boy? You look so innocent and sweet. I'm so glad I made you wait. I couldn't have you playing with the other boys, or worse, another Daddy. I would love to fucking tear you open right now. Is that what you want, slut?"
"Yes," I moaned softly. Dad chuckled deeply. He kissed me again. Once more I felt the stubble on his face pressed against mine. The cold steel of his septum ring on my lip. Then, it was over. In a flash, he was off me, on the floor. A winch lifted my bound legs up into the air, exposing my pale cheeks.
"A bit too much hair down here boy... you'll have to fix that. But let's not worry about that for now." Dad squeezed out a generous amount of lube and started fingering my hole furiously. I moaned loudly. You can be damn sure my cock had stayed hard this whole time. It was now twitching and spurting precum wildly, like it had a mind of its own. I had arrived still sweaty from the gym, so you can imagine the state I had reached by this point. Dad stopped fingering my now well-lubed hole to admire my glistening, lithe body. He grinned that evil grin again. He stepped up to my face and slapped his monster of a cock against it, hard.
"Okay, bitch. You want a taste of what's to come, cunt? Worship it." He laughed as I tried to comply while he slapped his fucking baton against my face. After a while he slowed down and I licked and sucked across his thick, veiny shaft. Fuck. It was, at full hardness, 10.5 inches at least and thicker than anything I'd seen in porn. It was uncut and precum was collecting in his foreskin for me to lap up. Dad had been hiding this away from me my entire life. It was a fucking freak of nature.
Dad finally stopped. He opened a drawer and pulled out a ballgag. "Don't want you screaming too loudly, boy." The gag was fastened in place but he rubbed his dick over it anyway, letting some of his cockjuice dribble around it to collect on my lips. He got around to my backside and pressed the mushroom head against my sphincter. "You ready, shithead?" It was dizzying to hear my father call me names, but such a fucking turn on. "This is it. Tonight you lose your virginity, like a fucking faggot whore." I closed my eyes and braced myself.
FUCK. It felt like someone was shoving a bowling ball up my backside. And that was just the head. Dad didn't go too quickly - I don't think it would have been physically possible - but he sure as hell wasn't thinking about my comfort. Every inch introduced a new level of pain. I wanted to scream but the gag stopped me. Tears rolled down my eyes and dripped onto the bedsheets. It was worse than I could have ever imagined, and I thought I had made the worst decision of my life.
But then a strange thing happened. The pain started to go away. Stranger still, the pain I did feel, was turning me on. Dad had lodged himself in me the whole way. There was no more cock to take. I breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling was becoming euphoric. I started to relax again. I felt like melting into the bedsheets, a cacophony of buzzing sexual feelings. Then Dad jerked me back to attention by pulling out a few inches and slamming back in. I winced. But the pain wasn't so bad. And my cock was jerking back to life. Dad was hitting something inside me. It was turning me on.
"Oh FUCK, boy," snarled Dad, "That is the TIGHTEST hole I've ever fucked. I gotta fuck a virgin more often. Especially if they're a sexed up little bitch like you." He moaned and started thrusting in and out faster. I moaned through the gag. Whatever Dad was doing, it was making my cock stand on edge. "FUUUUCK, boy. I love you," Dad cried out as he continued to thrust. The thought occurred to me that, all this time, perhaps he had wanted me as badly as I wanted him. But I didn't think for very long. The pain and the jolts of sexual energy from every thrust was driving me close to an orgasm. I moaned again through the gag, meaningfully.
"Oh shit, son. Go for it. Shoot your sperm for Daddy," I heard as I closed my eyes. I savoured it. I scrunched my face up in pleasure. I couldn't even touch my dick, but after all this time it had a mind of its own. I took a deep breath and inhaled the smells of sweat, lube and sex. I concentrated all my thoughts on the painful pounding of my stretched hole. The base of my prick tightened. Then my brain exploded. Every pent-up sexual urge manifested itself and expelled out my brain in the most mind-blowing orgasm I could have possibly imagined. My cock fired a blast of hot cum onto my face and the headboard. The shot was so explosive it was physically painful. It was followed by blast after blast. I'd never shot so much in my life. I was covered in sticky white fluid. I opened my eyes to see Dad with a totally agonised expression on his face. "HOLY FUCK!"
So much for me being the screamer. Dad roared like a lion in heat as he pistoned my ass like I would have never thought possible. I felt jet after jet of warm cum fill me up. He pulled his dick out of me, still spurting small shots (I guess he produces a lot of sperm in those jumbo-sized balls) as he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heat. He was panting, apparently lost for words. His dick kept twitching and pumping out slime that made us even more filthy.
"Oh my god, son... that was worth every second of the wait," Dad said as he stroked my hair and untied my ballgag. I had nothing to say. What could I say? I was still convinced this was a dream. A sweet, dirty, glorious dream that came from spending a little too much time with my cock pent up. My aching ass seemed to suggest this wasn't the case, however. My legs had been lowered and I could now feel the Dad's seed make it's way to my sphincter. I groaned under his sticky, sweaty weight.
"I love you, cuntboi," he whispered into my ear. "You've made me real proud, son." And with that he began to kiss me again. Gradually I found exhaustion kicking in, and I fell asleep, still bound to the bed, but in his arms. It was the most amazing love I have ever felt. I decided I never wanted this to end.
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