Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2022 22:32:13 -0400
From: John Smith <rgbage100@gmail.com>
Subject: Bound to Dad

Bound to Dad
by Rbage (rgbage100@gmail.com)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that contains incest, adult/youth,
and bondage. Please do not read if these categories offend you or you are
under the age of 18. This is purely for fantasy purposes and should not be
taken seriously in any way shape or form.

Any feedback or suggestions for future stories are appreciated. This is my
first piece of online literature.

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~ Dad ~

"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, Jason."

I tracked my son's figure as he walked by me toward his bedroom. At the age
of thirteen, Jason had grown so fast. It felt like yesterday I was holding
him in my arms after my ex-wife gave birth to him. She had long left us
before Jason was old enough to remember her, fortunately. Bitter memories
left behind, I now looked forward to the future with just my son and
me. More specifically, certain features of my son that I studied in detail
ever since I accidentally saw him two months ago coming out of the shower.

With scraggly black hair and brown eyes, Jason looked like an average teen,
although not quite through puberty yet. Seeing a farmer's tan on his small
but firm bubble butt was quite a sight. The rest of his body had a slight
tan to it, with only a small tuft of armpit hair and some on his calves
that complimented his body. His thighs were hairless and looked silky
smooth. While I found myself gazing at him with a newfound lust, it was
when he bent over to dry off that I had to catch myself from letting out a
moan.

Framed between the two peachy cheeks was his hairless hole. Although I was
married and had Jason to take care of, there were times in my youth that
had me fooling around with other guys. Jerking off and blowing a friend had
been part of that fun, but I stopped searching for that fun after meeting
my ex-wife. Seeing Jason's little rosebud had reignited that lost fun in
me. At 35, I hadn't been with anyone after the divorce over a decade
ago. Being a single father raising Jason had taken a lot out of me,
including my lust for companionship. Countless nights spent jerking off,
wishing for someone else to be by my side to help. Jason, I realized, could
be that help.

Exiting the bathroom entrance before my son would realize I was there. I
strode back to my room and locked the door. Quickly pulling my shorts and
briefs to my knees, I wrapped my hand around my already hardening length. I
pictured Jason and I bare naked, pressed against each other in his bed. I
exhaled shakily as I began to stroke faster, different fantasies racing
through my head. Me, sucking my son's cock to hardness, lubing his hole
with my fingers, and... taking his virginity while he writhes in pleasure
under me.

It was that last thought that I came the hardest I've had in what felt like
my entire life. Soft grunts escaped my mouth as I spurted onto my bedroom
carpet. After a few moments to recollect myself, I cleaned up my mess and
laid on my bed. Staring at the ceiling, I came to terms with these taboo
thoughts, and with these thoughts came a single passion.

I wanted to fuck my son, and I wanted to fuck him badly.

Two months later in the present, and my lust for my son didn't cool off,
but had risen to a raging inferno. I continued stealing glances at Jason's
figure as he got closer to his bedroom door. He was wearing nothing but
tight briefs, my favorite outfit of his sleepwear. After the shower
encounter, Jason coincidentally began wearing less around the house. For
the first month or so he was shirtless whenever I was around, then
gradually would walk around in his underwear.

I began to wonder if my son might've seen me peeping on him after his
shower, since he always wore clothes around the house, even going to
bed. My suspicions seemed to be confirmed last week when I caught movement
through the crack of my bedroom door while I was stripping down one
night. The idea of my son possibly spying on me turned me on and knowing he
might be attracted to me only pushed me further to go through with my plan
tonight.

After Jason's bedroom door closed, I watched TV for a half hour while I
lightly rubbed myself through my pants. After another half hour to make
sure he was asleep, I decided it was time to enact my plan and headed to
the garage. Approaching my tool bench, I crouched down and opened one of
the bottom drawers, pulling out four sets of nylon rope. With the rope
bundled in my arms, I crept to Jason's bedroom and ever so slowly opened
the door.

Jason was sound asleep, mouth slightly agape as he looked to be in deep
sleep. My eyes roamed over his skinny toned body as he was splayed on his
bed flat on his back. I grinned. This will be much easier to set up with
how he's positioned. I then crept close to the bed to avoid waking him and
began enacting my plan. It was time to introduce my son to the pleasures of
sex.

~ Jason ~

As I said goodnight to Dad, I slowly walked by him wearing only briefs
while pretending to be inattentive. Even though I couldn't see him, I was
hoping he was checking me out before I entered my bedroom. Two months ago,
I was drying myself off when I glanced at my bathroom mirror and saw my dad
staring at me! For a moment I panicked, but that quickly wore off as I saw
that he was looking at me in a different way. Almost like a predator eyeing
a piece of meat.

My dad's checking me out? I thought, as I then decided to bend over and see
if he would react. I heard a slight squeak that I assumed was from my dad,
and he then walked away from my bathroom door. Putting on some clothes, I
decided to eavesdrop on my dad's room to hear if he was jerking off. I had
been masturbating regularly since I first found porn when I was eleven.

Hearing his grunts through the bedroom door made my cock go stiff. It
wasn't just the premise of listening to my dad jack off that turned me on,
but the fact that he was jerking off thinking about me! I rubbed myself
through my shorts listening to his grunts, until I heard him finish and
backed away to my bedroom. Shutting my door behind me, I tried to sort
these new feelings running through me. I slowly began to adjust to the fact
that my dad was attracted to me, and I in turn was attracted to him.

Even though he was 35, he kept in good shape and had a nice soft beard. Not
long enough to be bushy, but just long enough to be soft and not rough. His
short black hair with white hairs gave him a nice silver fox look, and his
green eyes made him look even hotter. It was in my room two months ago that
I began to have fantasies about my dad and I having sex.

To confirm he was attracted to me, I came up with a plan to gradually wear
less clothing around the house. Seeing him check me out when I was
shirtless turned me on, and I eventually transitioned to wearing underwear
only, switching from boxers to boxer briefs, then briefs
eventually. Unfortunately, it was just a fantasy for me, and the sad
reality was that dad and I couldn't do anything with each other since we're
related and I'm only a teen.

With that in mind, I shut my door and settled into bed. It was tough to
fall asleep at first since I was still fantasizing about Dad, but
eventually I managed to drift off.

I woke to the feeling of a slight pressure around my left ankle. I tried to
pull my foot in to see what it was, only to have it pulled back toward the
corner of the bed where it remained idle. I attempted pulling my left leg
again, but this time there was no give. What the hell's going on? I
thought, as I began to look around the bed. It was during this process of
waking up that I discovered my hands were tied to each corner of my
headboard! I tried to yank my hands toward me, but the ropes around my
wrists were tied well. Each attempt to free my hands only made it worse,
tightening the knot, restraining me further.

"Oh good, you're awake," a voice said near the bottom of the bed. It was so
dark in my room I couldn't see the captor, but then I recognized the voice.

"Dad? What's going on?" I asked as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness
of the room. I saw him still next to my left ankle as he finished tying a
knot to the corner of the bed. There was a strange look to him when he
looked up at me. The only time I could recall that look was when he was
looking at me after the shower two months ago. Like a predator tracking
their prey...

"It's okay Jason, we're gonna have some fun tonight," he explained as he
then moved over to my right ankle, taking hold of it, and bringing it to
the other corner of my bed. I tried to pull my foot towards me, but Dad
tightened his grip on me. He chuckled. "Oh son, you won't be going anywhere
tonight. Just lay back and let it happen." Sitting on my leg to keep it
pinned in place, he then looped rope around my ankle and knotted it tight,
ensuring I couldn't pull my leg in. Once my ankle was set, Dad stood back
up and admired his handiwork. Me, tied spread eagle to my bed wearing
nothing but tight briefs, wondering what the hell had gotten into him.

I squirmed as I tried to free myself of these bonds, but my dad knew his
knots well. The ropes creaked but remained strong. I could only move my
ankles and hands closer to my body by an inch or so, and every attempt to
escape continued to tighten the knots that held my hands and feet to the
corners of the bed. Dad seemed to enjoy my current actions, as his sultry
grin would grow wider with every attempt to free myself. He then walked to
each corner of my bed, cinching each rope tighter so my inch of slack was
gone, and my limbs were stretched apart. I felt taut as a bowstring.

I stopped struggling and looked up at Dad, who towered over me, as he began
to speak. "These ropes are used to keep boats at their docks, made to hold
a tremendous amount of weight. You're a smart kid Jason. Do you think
someone of your age has enough strength to pull yourself free?

"I've been doing some research for a while on the best types of rope, and
nylon was a big favorite. After ordering a lot of these, I began to learn
different types of knot tying. With this knowledge came more experience as
I practiced on objects, and even myself, to see which knots held best. Once
I had the best type of knot nailed, I needed to test my newfound experience
on my final object. You, Jason, are my final test, and it looks like I aced
this test. I think I deserve a nice reward for this."

"Reward? What reward?" I meekly questioned, as he crept closer to the foot
of the bed.

"You'll see, son," he murmured huskily. Dad then placed both his hands
above my bound ankles, and slowly stroked them up toward my briefs,
stopping just short of touching the underwear. Despite my confusion and
worry, I could feel my cock twitch as it began to tent in my briefs. His
eyes lit up in excitement seeing my rising erection and met my eyes with a
sharp gaze as he licked his lips once. Removing his hands from my thighs, I
groaned. Was that out of relief or frustration by the loss of contact? I
didn't know at this point. I was nervous yet trembling with excitement.

Standing at the foot of the bed again, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and
drew it over his head, tossing it on the floor. My eyes widened as I took
in the sight of my dad. At his age, he still had a well-kept upper body,
with some chest hair and a trail of hair leading past his six pack and
below his pants, which I was finding myself eager to see what lay
beneath. His arms were well built, with hands that looked like they could
manhandle me. Dad kept eye contact with me as he then unbuttoned his pants
and drew the zipper down. The sound of the zipper sounded loud compared to
our heavy breathing. Despite having goosebumps, it felt like the room was
heating up for me.

With his pants hitting the floor, he stepped out of them and kicked them to
the corner of my room, already forgotten. My eyes bugged out of my head, as
they were glued to the tent of his briefs. It must've been around 7 inches
or so, and it was straining to be released from the confines of its
fabric. It laid sideways against his pelvis. Pleased by my reaction, Dad
began stroking his boner over the underwear, building up anticipation.

"I love you Jason," he whispered. He stopped stroking himself and crawled
on the bed, so he was kneeling over my bound form. His hands were planted
on either side next to my head, peering down at my flushed face. "Let your
father show you how much he loves you. I'll be gentle, so just relax, and
enjoy it..." he husked, beginning his seduction.

~ Dad ~

My heart was beating at a rate I had never felt before. Even though Jason
was bound right below me, I still couldn't fathom that I had gotten this
far. My initial worry to how he would react to this predicament began to
fade after I stroked his slim legs. Caressing his smooth hairless thighs,
my eyes widened in surprise when I saw his cock twitching through his
underwear, as it slowly rose until it strained against the front of his
briefs, practically begging to be freed. Glancing up at him, I saw my son
looking back with flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and a chest heaving up and
down through heavy pants.

My lust for Jason grew tenfold after seeing this arousing display, and
knowing he wanted this too, there was nothing left to hold me
back. Stripping my shirt off, I kept my eyes on him to see if he was
enjoying this little show, and saw his bottom lip disappear in his
mouth. Is he biting his lip? I thought. Fuck, without even trying my son's
a natural tease.

After removing my pants, I studied his gaze as it locked onto my pitched
tent. Oh yeah, he wants this, he just doesn't know it yet. Don't worry son,
I'll make you writhe in pleasure soon enough. Getting on the bed and
hovering over Jason, I took a moment to admire his form without restraint
for the first time. As an early teen, he is a late bloomer. No chest hair
and smooth abs, he had a soft form that still showed his youth.

Seeing his cock pulse against his tight briefs, however, drove me to make
my next move. It was time to make love to my son.

Carding a hand through his messy black hair, I leaned down and placed a
kiss on his forehead. Gently kissing his cheek, I then moved further down
and began kissing his neck, nibbling, and gently sucking his pulse
point. Hearing his breath hitch spurned my lust further, cock throbbing as
I continued to suck on his neck, leaving little marks behind as I trailed
my tongue down to his chest.

"Dad, what are y-" his statement broke off into a surprise moan as I
latched onto a nipple. Gently sucking, I listened to his pants and whines
as I pulled my mouth away while dragging my teeth over the end of his
nipple. Switching to the other one, I sucked even harder as I used my hand
to gently rub the other, twisting it slightly as I heard Jason groan. Done
with my suction, I ran a figure eight around both of his nipples with my
tongue, while running my hands along his outstretched arms and down his
midsection, feeling the youth in his little body.

I hear the ropes groan and creak some more, and I see that Jason is
squirming to try and avoid my teasing tongue. Mentally smirking, I thank
myself for spending all that time practicing on tying these knots. Knowing
my son can't escape these binds only turns me on further.

Moving on from my ministrations of his chest, I kept my tongue on his skin
as I trailed it down his stomach. His panting increases as my tongue got
close to the waistband of his underwear. His stomach dipped as I ran my
tongue along the faint crease of his abs, showing off his ribs. When I
licked one of his ab muscles, his stomach shrank from my tongue as his body
tensed and he let out a squeak. Glancing up at his face, I saw his eyes
screwed shut as he looked conflicted, like he was still fighting the
sensations of my mouth, but his body was betraying him.

Finding a sensitive area on Jason was a joyous discovery, and it made me
want to find more spots around his body that would force moans out of
him. I flicked my tongue over the same muscle again, using my hands to hold
his hips down as he tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere for him to
go, as the ropes kept him nice and spread. Biting into his muscle seemed to
trigger something, as he let out a deeper moan than the previous ones and
pushed his hips up into me.

Pressing Jason's hips back into the bed, I looked up at the dazed look on
his face as he stared into the ceiling. "You're so tense, Jason," I
whispered. "I can see you're fighting these feelings. You might think it's
wrong, but your body wants this, as do I. I know you'll come around to see
it, so relax, enjoy it, and let me take you."

As I was soothing him, I moved my hands from his hips and cupped his right
butt cheek with my hand. Kneading it firmly, I used the other to run over
his stomach and his thighs, gradually inching closer to the tent in his
briefs with every stroke. Reaching his crotch, I decided to continue the
teasing foreplay, warming him up even further for the main event. I lightly
brushed my index finger over his bulging penis, starting at a spot on his
shaft and gently pressing up to the head.

Pressing my finger into the tip, Jason let out a high-pitched moan as he
throbbed against my finger. I pushed further into his crotch until his
erection was against his hip under his briefs. Pinned to his body, I added
another finger and continued brushing over the fabric of his underwear. He
was huffing hard, and attempted to press his hips up again, only to meet
resistance as I pushed it back into the bed with my free hand.

As I wrapped my fingers into his waistband to pull down his briefs, I
realized a problem. With Jason's legs tied, I wouldn't be able to
completely strip him. Not wanting to untie him, I racked my brain for an
answer to this obstacle. A solution quickly hit me as I stood back up and
away from the bed.

"I'll be right back son, need to grab some things. Don't go anywhere," I
chuckled after that last statement as I made my way into the kitchen.

~ Jason ~

Seeing Dad leave the bedroom, I shook myself out of my stupor and looked
around me again. My hands and feet looked almost pinned in place, as the
tight knots of nylon were wrapped securely around my wrists and ankles.

Taking a deep breath, I exerted all my energy into yanking myself free. The
bed frame groaned under the force of my pull, and the ropes creaked again,
but I remained rooted to the center of my bed. It was as if the ropes had a
mind of their own, and their sole purpose was to keep me bound. They were
fulfilling their purpose, as my attempt to plant my feet flat on the bed
was futile due to my legs being pulled so straight, I couldn't pull my feet
under me. It felt like dad's ropes were teasing me, thwarting every pull,
every grunt, every kick, gradually sapping my energy from me. Gasping for
air, I gave up and slumped back into the mattress as I waited for Dad to
return.

Despite all that effort, my cock was still rock hard. Pushing against the
briefs with a wet spot at the end, I groaned as my penis throbbed
continuously, aching for some form of release. Fuck, I realized. I've never
been this hard before. A pit of dread settled in my stomach as I realized
why. Even though dad's teasing had me struggling to resist him, it was the
situation he put me in that turned me on the most. No matter how much I
tried to deny it, my body rejected those denials in favor of being bound.

I enjoyed being tied up and helpless, and Dad was coaxing pleasure I had
never felt before out of me. Thinking about Dad caused another pulse to
race through my cock as I rolled my eyes closed with a moan. Visions
flooded my mind of his erection pushing against his briefs. So long, so
thick... I trailed off in my thoughts. Is he going to have sex with me?
Will it hurt? Will he be gentle? Will it feel good?

My thoughts were interrupted as Dad returned from wherever he had gone. In
his hands were a bottle of coconut oil and scissors.

"What's that for?" I asked as he set the bottle of coconut oil on my
bedside table.

"That," he pointed to the coconut oil, "will loosen you up, and this," he
held up the pair of scissors in front of me "will open my present." With a
smirk, he lowered the scissors to my underwear. My eyes widened as I tried
to maneuver my hips away from the sharp object. The ropes halted that
attempt, teasing me yet again as dad hooked the scissors under my
underwear.

SNIP! The scissors cut with ease on one side of my underwear. Dad began
biting his bottom lip in anticipation as he moved the scissors under the
other side of my briefs. With another clean slice, my erection pushed the
underwear up as Dad reached forward to unveil his present.

Pulling my underwear off and tossing it aside, I hear dad let out a low
groan. Glancing down, I see my cut cock is still hard. Bright red and
almost purple on the head, it looks around five inches or so, the longest
I've ever seen it. It twitches as it stays hovering above my smooth
stomach, and it's the hardest I've ever felt. I groan as I let my head fall
back against the bed again, waiting for his next move.

"So long at such a young age," Dad murmurs as he trails his hand up my left
leg, "you'll probably be even bigger than me when you get to my age Jason."
His hand stops just before it reaches my aching length, and I let out a
whimper as I unconsciously raise my hips to his hand, the ropes stopping me
once more.

"Still a lot of youth to you, Jason. So young and
fertile. So... breedable..." Dad smiles at me as he begins to lean down to
my crotch.

"What does 'breedable' mean?" I ask nervously as he looks back up towards
my face and chuckles.

"Oh, you'll see son, you'll see." And after that statement he engulfs my
cock with his mouth.

"Ah! Ohhhhhh Dad!" I moan out as I try to raise my hips to meet his
lips. He quickly pins my hips down with his hands as he stares up into my
eyes. With his lips hugging the base of my cock, he slowly pulls his lips
all the way to the tip, never breaking eye contact. Sinking back down ever
so slowly, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I writhe under dad's
gentle sucking. He's so slow, yet so methodical, creating suction at the
base and pulling up to my head each time. It feels like a wet vacuum that's
trying to suck the soul out of me.

Before I can even get close to an orgasm, Dad releases my cock with a wet
smacking noise as it lowers back to bob over my stomach with primal
desire. I jolt as I feel his hands slowly run up my thighs again as he
starts laying wet kisses against my shaft.

"Mmph," I moan out, muffled, as Dad slowly drags the bottom of his tongue
down the underside of my shaft. It feels so different, yet so good. Before
reaching my smooth balls, he reverses direction, running the top of his
tongue back up my shaft. I'm beyond comprehending what's happening now,
twisting my head back and forth as my binds creak with my motions.

With his tongue resting on my tip, I look down to see Dad with his eyes
closed. His hands slowly worked their way under my thighs as they slide up
higher, until they both rest under my butt. I whip my head back in shock as
I felt him flick the head of my cock. While licking the tip, he tightens
his grip on my cheeks, kneading my ass as I try moving my hips closer to
his mouth.

I let out a groan as he presses my hips back into the bed, keeping me
pinned as he licks up precum from the slit of my head.

"You're so hard," he whispers, "I can feel you pulsing in need. You like
this, don't you Jason?" He smirks up at me as he licks up my abs toward my
chest again in one slow motion. I let out a strained moan as I try and
thrust my hips up once again, only to be pressed back into the bed as Dad
sits on my thighs.

Looming over me, I look away from his gaze to where my cock lays throbbing
with need. There's a pause in my panting as I take in Dad's position on top
of me. The tent in his briefs is still pointed out hard, with a wet spot
appearing at the front of his underwear. The underside of his confined cock
lays on mine, I gasp. Even though it's only two inches of difference, the
thickness in his cock looks much larger than mine, and it twitches in his
briefs every few seconds, like it's eager to be released.

I grunt as he rolls his hips forward. His covered cock rubs back and forth
against mine as Dad continues this rolling motion. The feeling of his
underwear sliding up and down my penis is driving me wild.

I try one last vain attempt to avoid these sensations, but it's no use. I
toss and turn my body, but Dad's weight on my thighs keeps me pinned to my
bed, and the ropes are too strong. I hear him let out another chuckle as he
watches me squirm below him as he continues his grinding.

"God, you look so sexy tied up Jason. This lithe body... struggling to
escape... so hard... so tight... our first time will be amazing. You're
only thirteen, but you've got a lot to learn ahead of you. Let me teach you
the pleasures only men can have. All you need to do is let go and let me
make love to you."

I freeze after Dad's last sentence, and it's during this pause he reaches
for the coconut oil.

~ Dad ~

Seeing how turned-on Jason got during my foreplay only drove me further to
make love to him. Grabbing the coconut oil from the bedside table, I was
trembling slightly as I uncapped the bottle and began to pour a generous
amount onto my fingers.

Setting the bottle aside, I rubbed the oil through my hands until they were
nice and slick. I trailed a finger up Jason's shaft as I studied his face
for more delicious reactions. His slim body gave a nice spasm as his abs
tensed. He looked down at my teasing touch, only to shut his eyes and throw
his head back to the pillows as he let out a frustrated moan.

Wrapping my hand around his hairless cock, I glide up and down as I coat it
in oil. He stops struggling as he just moans more openly now, still trying
to thrust up into my hand.

I grip hard right below the tip and hold it. Jason gasps as his back arches
off the bed. God, he looks so fucking hot, I think to myself as I watch him
strain once more. I watch him curl his hands into fists as he tries to
avoid this pleasure, but I know he wants this, he can't hide from his
father.

Looking down, I groan as I see the tip of his cock peeking out of my
wrapped hand. With a nearly purple color to it, my son was rock hard and
was slowly leaking precum out of the slit. I began to gently brush my thumb
over the head, gliding the clear fluid around his sensitive head. Hearing
Jason's breath stutter encouraged me more, as I pressed my thumb more
firmly around the tip, smearing his fluid over the entire head.

Leaning back over Jason, I gently took one of his budding nipples between
my teeth while slowly stroking him, twisting my hand to drive him wild. I
pulled my mouth back while still holding his nipple, stretching it taut
until it released from my hold. I flicked the hard point with the tip of my
tongue and savored his more desperate moans as he tried to heave his chest
toward my mouth.

Feeling his cock throb in my grasp, I gently released my grip around his
shaft as I sense his orgasm approaching. Hearing Jason's disappointed moan
was music to my ears, as it told me that he was really enjoying it.

I scoot up Jason's body until my concealed erection is right under his
chin, with my knees straddling each side of his chest. I grin as I hear him
gasp, and he looks almost cross eyed looking down at my raging
hardon. Seeing I had his attention, I grab a part of my tight briefs and
bring it up to his mouth.

"Bite down," I command as I gently move the cloth into his panting
mouth. Seeing his teeth eventually bite down, I started pulling myself away
from his mouth, watching as my underwear was slowly being pulled away from
me.

Licking my lips, I watched with eager eyes as I see a vein appear along my
shaft. It slowly comes more into view as I continued shuffling away from
Jason, his eyes never leaving my crotch as my hard cock slowly came into
view. With around seven inches in cut length, I knew he would have to be
really warmed up.

Like a wound-up coil, my penis springs up and away from Jason's mouth once
the waistband passes my tip. It bobbed and swayed slightly, but quickly
straightened out and hovered over Jason's face. I watch him gasp,
accidentally releasing the underwear as it snaps against my tight balls. I
groan at the slight painful pressure and stand up next to the bed to strip
myself naked before returning to kneeling over his bound form.

Planting my hands against the headboard, I watched with bated breath as I
lowered the tip of my dick towards his small lips. The precum was smeared
around some of the head from my underwear, and I knew what Jason wanted
when I saw him lick his lips again.

"Have a taste," I whispered as I lowered my hips and brushed the head
lightly against his soft lips. We made eye contact for a moment before
Jason focused his gaze back to my pulsing shaft and slowly opened his
lips. I knelt back and waited... almost holding my breath as I waited for
him to make a move.

With a curious touch, I felt my son's lips open wider and wrap around my
tip. I grunt and let out a relieved sigh as I watch his lips slowly seal
around my head. Grabbing the headboard tight, I slowly press forward
slightly, hearing Jason make a surprised hum from his throat as I sink an
inch of my shaft gradually into his pursed lips. His hum vibrates along my
cock, and the headboard creaks under my tightening grip as I struggle to
maintain composure.

"Easy there," I husk as I feel his teeth lightly press on my throbbing
manhood, "cover your teeth with your lips... and use your tongue." I
breathe out as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, focusing on the warm
feeling of his wet mouth. I moan in delight as I feel the grip on my penis
tighten, as I feel his lips seal around the first inch of shaft and his
tongue tickle the tip.

"Good boy..." I growl as I gently rock forward, gliding another inch of
shaft into his inviting mouth. I hear the ropes groan again as I see Jason
attempt to move his hands, but he's held tight. I feel his chest rise below
me as he continues to struggle, and I thwart his attempt by sitting some of
my weight down, pinning him to the bed.

I smile down at his bound form, taking my time as I sink inch by inch into
his tight mouth. I stop once half of my shaft is in, seeing Jason squirm a
bit as I feel him gag slightly, the muscle collapsing around my cock
causing me to shudder in delight. I back away reluctantly as I slip my
shaft and tip from his mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting his lips
to my head. I was getting close, and I wanted to save myself for the main
event.

I shuffle back on the bed until I'm between his legs, watching his panting
form with renewed hunger, and reach out to the ropes binding his feet.

~ Jason ~

I was still struggling to come to terms with what was happening. Feeling
Dad's penis reach my throat caused me to gag reflexively, but I was still
eager to taste more of the saltiness from him. These thoughts shocked me,
as I had never felt this way before. When was I ever this hard? I thought
as my cock laid untouched against my stomach. It flexed up whenever Dad
shifted his hips, as I took his advice and focused on keeping my lips
sealed tight as my tongue flicked over the slit of his head again, tasting
more of the salty flavor.

He slides back as I feel his shaft exit my lips. My eyes stay glued to his
throbbing tip, watching as he slowly moves back from my face. My chest
twitches as his penis slowly slides down my slim chest, jolting every so
often in what I think to be Dad liking this. His swollen tip dips into my
navel, and continues trailing down... and down...

I glance back up when I see him reaching toward the corner where my left
foot is bound and grow confused when I see him untie it. I flex my toes and
watch as he does the same with my other foot, freeing my lower body.

"Are we done?" I ask, not sure if I sound more relieved or disappointed in
my question. Dad lets out a dark chuckle as he grabs my left leg and turns
it, hooking it so my foot rests behind his back.

"Oh, we're far from done, Jason." He whispers as he grabs the rope that had
my right foot bound while keeping my left leg pinned to his side. He turns
his upper body while facing me so he can maneuver the rope. With practiced
movement, he loosens the attached rope, so the slack can reach across to my
left ankle.

Before I can pull my leg away, the rope is lashed tightly around my
ankle. I jerk it to loosen, but it's no use. My leg is now pulled to the
opposite corner, resting against Dad's side. I quickly try to draw my right
leg in, but he's quicker. His strong hand hooks under my knee and brings it
around the other side of his waist.

My right ankle now sits over my tied left one, and although I can't see, I
watch Dad rotate around as he holds my foot still and slackens the other
rope. I try to think of something to say but get interrupted as he cinches
the last rope tight again. I wait nervously as I feel him loosen both knots
around my ankles, and with the remaining slack, he knots both of my ankles
together.

My feet are now tied diagonally from each other and bound tight together. I
try to yank my feet apart, but they're bound tightly together and crossed
over each other. My legs are barely hooked around Dad's large waist, with
my crossed ankles resting right above his butt.

Dad leans back slightly and watched me struggle with a devious smile as I
squirm around him. My legs are fully locked around his waist, and I'm
trapped around him until otherwise. He grunts in delight as I
unintentionally squeeze my legs around his hips in trying to free
myself. He towers over me, his 6'4" frame dwarfing me. He's a foot taller
than me and being in this position leaves me completely vulnerable for his
to take.

The realization of what's about to happen doesn't hit me until I see Dad
reach back for the coconut oil and drizzle some on my balls. I shudder as
they shrink under the cool liquid slightly, and it drips down past my taint
toward my... my...

I gasp as I feel cool liquid reach my hole. I clench involuntarily as it
trickles over and around it, moving further down toward the bed cover. Dad
then reaches down with his now slick coated fingers and begins to circle
his index finger around my smooth hole.

I moan as he gently pressed it against the entrance, before letting out a
squeak as he sinks into my tight hole up to the first knuckle. My back
arches off the bed as my wrists yank against the ropes in response, and I
pant as I feel it sink deeper, and deeper.

"Well, well," Dad teases. "Looks like someone enjoys this."

I shook my head in denial, my hands forming a fist as I tried to fight the
oncoming pleasure. I whimper as he adds another finger, gently easing open
my hole with his slick fingers.

I arch my back once again as I dig my heels into his lower back, pushing up
as much as I could. It felt so wrong, but felt amazing, nonetheless. My
cock stood from my stomach, leaking pre cum onto my tensing abs as they
flexed in my fight against the unbearable pleasure.

Suddenly, my whole body seized as I pulled against the ropes. His fingers
had proved deeper into my hole, before twisting them and curling it back
towards him. Dad repeated the action, moving them in a saw-like motion as I
felt him stroke a hard bump inside me. I moaned loudly at that, thrashing
in my bonds as I cried out in pleasure into the dark room. Our bodies were
bathed in moonlight from the window, and I looked at our sweaty bodies as I
watched Dad smile down at me as he added a third finger, opening me up even
more.

"God you're so hot inside... virgin too. That means you're going to be so
tight around me." Dad murmurs as he presses even deeper. He hilts his
fingers up to the last knuckle, and he spreads his fingers slightly as he
watches it all with a sultry grin.

It served as a reminder that I was bound for him tonight, and I could do
nothing to stop him. Despite all the struggling, I moaned at the thought of
what would come next, my dick pulsing from my stomach as it aches to cum.

I groan as I feel his fingers slide out from my hole finally. The moment is
short lived, however, as he shuffles forward slightly. I tense as I feel
the head of his penis brush against my stretched hole.

"Dad, wait wait wait, let's talk about this." I say as a final plea. My
legs clench when he runs his hands up and grabs my thighs, hooking
underneath them as he shuffles his knees under them. My lower body is now
angled up towards him, the ropes pulling tight against my ankles around his
back as I writhe anxiously.

"There's nothing to talk about, Jason," he says as he reaches down and
angles his shaft down toward my raised hole, "it's been so long since I've
made love, and now's the time. Don't worry, I'll go nice and slow."

I watch with heavy breaths as he rubs more oil along his shaft and around
the tip, before tossing the oil aside and pressing against my winking
hole. I moan and lurch from the bed, my back caving up as the ropes tighten
all around my flexing form.

"Oh my god, Dad!" I cry out in pleasure as I feel the head breach into my
tight heat.

~ Dad ~

I pause as I sink the tip inside Jason for the first time. The ring of
muscle immediately tightens and collapses around it, causing me to brace my
hands on either side of his chest as I grunt and take some time to
recollect myself.

I can't believe it, I'm inside my son. It's almost too good to be true but
hearing his moan and feeling him clench around me again confirms that this
is reality. There's no going back from this.

"Fuck you're so tight." I hiss out as I gently sink another inch into
Jason. He bucks up toward me while his thighs dig into my muscled
sides. His silky-smooth thighs rub against building sweat that begins to
glide down my fit form. I lean over and lick up some beaded sweat on his
chest, causing him to throw his head back as his hands flex toward me, only
to be stopped by the ropes once again.

"Feels good huh. Like that?" I say with a smirk as I lean back up and stare
down at his sweaty body. He looks positively delicious, with his abs
flexing in time with his hole as I try and maintain control from just
fucking him into the bed.

Before he can respond, I sink another inch further in, coaxing more
pleasure out of him as I watch his eyes go bug-eyed. His hips swell as he
tries to lift his lower half, but his bound ankles keep him pulled close to
me. No escape.

"You're opening up so good for me." An electric feeling shoots through my
spine as I sink half of my cock in, holding still as he tightens around me
once more. "Doing amazing for your first time, boy." I grunt out as I run a
hand down his side, curling under his back as I drag my fingers through his
back muscles.

Relocating my other hand, I grip your ass cheek firmly, keeping you held
still even though the ropes have that covered. I exhale in time with the
motion of my hips, cock gradually sinking deeper into virgin territory. I
close my eyes as I feel my head pushing its way further and further into my
son, the tip quivering in delight at the tight muscle that it slides past.

The rigid and textured muscle inside leaves me pausing and gasping for air
as I refrain from cumming too soon. I open my eyes and look down at his
gasping form. His wrists try to pull in as I feel his toes curl behind
me. I lean down and plant a kiss on his heaving chest, creating suction and
leaving a mark of passion behind for this treasured night.

"Only a few more inches to go," I pant as I plant my hands and lean over
his slim body, "this is gonna feel so good Jason. You're taking your
father's cock so well."

"There's so much..." he groans as he wriggles in mixed pain and pleasure,
but I can tell that the pleasure is winning out.

"Shh sh sh sh, it's ok. Relax your body, nice and easy, and I'll make you
feel-" I press deeper as his body flexes again in dizzying pleasure "-so-"
my shaft glides along the lubricated ring, his hole molding around my
shaft, "good..." I finish as I make a final push.

Jason's back leaps off the bed as I hilt myself all the way in him. I let
out a pleasured sigh as I settle my hips tight against his, trim pubes
pressing into his smooth taint. My balls sit against his supple cheeks,
drawing up into my sack as I feel his hole continually pulse. It gives my
cock the most intense massage I've ever felt, and I moan in delight as I'm
finally all the way inside my boy, joined as one.

Leaning back down, I kiss his throat that is bared open for me and lean up
to his ear.

"It's all the way in, son," I whisper, catching his attention with my soft
tone. "Now it's time to make love." I finish my statement with a slow lick
up the shell of his ear before I pull away and grip his hips tightly.

~ Jason ~

What does Dad mean? I think to myself, until he pulls back and thrusts his
hips hard back into me. His hips clap against mine, and there's enough
power in it to shake the bed.

I cry out, ecstasy and pain blending as I twist my hands to try and fight
these conflicting feelings. My entire body squirms like a worm on a fishing
hook, and Dad smirks as he continues his slow but deep thrusts, moving his
hands to my raised legs hooked around him for more grip.

I make brief eye contact before I roll my head back, unable to bear it much
log as I pant and finally give in to Dad's actions, cock bobbing up and
down with each brush of his head against my prostate. Something like this
shouldn't feel so good, but it does.

I cried out as his dick curved upward and seemed to hit a deep point that I
hadn't felt before, my own penis almost pointing straight up as it responds
in its own carnal pleasure. Dad gently takes my cock into his hand and
strokes, somehow going even slower than his already snail's pace of
thrusting.

He squeezed, and I threw my head back as I almost came on the spot. He
trails his finger down the underside of my shaft before gently kneading my
sack, enjoying my various reactions to his hard fuck.

"Should've known what you were getting into when you started parading
around the house in that tight underwear," he husks, continuing his slow
yet deep thrusts. "And now you're all mine, and we're going to have so much
fun down the road."

I gave up all hope of getting out of this at that last statement and went
limp into the bed as I moaned out in pure pleasure as he took me again and
again. I could barely catch my breath as he panted above me, continuing
that steady torturous pace with his hips. He eventually started making
grunts and growls from his throat, and I realized that Dad was on the edge
of orgasm.

That only made me moan more in response, as I gave in to his love and felt
my body freeze and lock up. Like electricity coursing through me, my entire
muscular system was shocked into stillness as I experienced pure ecstasy
for the first time. The ropes creaked and groaned with my pulls, keeping me
still for my father as he drove one last time into me.

"Fuck... yes... yes... yes..." he breathes lowly above me as I feel his
cock twitch up, and down, and up, inside my tight passage, milking him for
everything he has. My ass doesn't stop twitching around him, as my cock
flings up with every stream of cum that shoots out of me, spilling onto my
chest and up to my neck.

Dad grinds his hips in a circular motion against me, trying to get the most
pleasure out of his climax as his whole body gives out a great shudder. He
finally settles down, placing some of his weight on my bound body as he
leans his forehead against mine, sweat mixing with mine. I can feel his cum
seeping inside my hole, as some of it leaks down and into the bedsheet.

"If you think we're done, you're sorely mistaken Jason." He whispers to me.

My eyes open in shock as I look up and his face, peering down so close to
mine.

"The night's young, and I haven't come in over a month, waiting for this
moment," he says, leaning back up as he gently rocks his hips against me,
coaxing a whimper out of me. "And I haven't had a good fuck in a looooong
time either. You ready for round two?"

I groan in disappointment and pleasure, my body still hard and ready for
more, but my mind was unsure. My eyes trail over his buff form as he stares
down at me. His muscles are quaking in delight, the beaded sweat showing
off the trail of muscles on his arms, chest, and abs. The moonlight gives
of a reflecting gleam of our fluids and will stay up for a lot longer.

Looking back up at him, I nod.

"I'm ready Dad."