Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2022 18:59:40 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Captive Chris Captive Chris by Rbage (rgbage100@gmail.com) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that contains incest, adult/youth, dubcon, 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 second piece of online literature. Email me for other stories I've posted. Contact my social(s) for RP/suggestions/feedback! Discord: Bagem #1324 It was day two of the camping trip. Twelve-year-old Chris and his single father Ron had set out to the local woods for a 4-day expedition. The 36-year-old father had wanted to get out and enjoy nature, but also had more... nefarious reasons for the trip in mind. The camping site was perfect; secluded and quiet. It was a great place to learn about nature as Ron explained to his son. The tent had been pitched hours ago and they were just starting to relax by the fire pit. As Chris sat down on a stump, his beige shorts fell just a bit, exposing the waistband of his small undies. Ron looked over at him, a smile on his lips, proud of the day they've have had so far. "What's been your favorite part of the day, dad?" Chris asked. "You" Ron smiles as if he cracked a joke. Chris laughs, unaware of the hidden reason dad really said that. Ron catches a peek of his tight underwear, and quickly looks away before he gets too bothered. Fuck, he thinks to himself. He's wearing the tight underwear too. It's gotta happen soon. "So, when do you think you'll turn in son?" dad asks. "Probably pretty soon..." Chris says, stretching his arms upward with a yawn. As he stretched, the bottom of his white shirt rose just enough to expose a smooth and firm stomach. Dad's eyes drop down to his smooth stomach, with just enough tone to show a six pack. Fuck, he thinks to himself, I've gotta make a move soon. It's been a many without release, and seeing his son expose himself has Ron so pent up. It's time, he thinks to himself. "Hey son," Dad calls out, "think you can help me out with something that I've been testing these past few days?" "A test? Like a game?" he asks, his eyes perking up as he looked at his father. Chris' eyes were innocently roaming Dad's clothed body, and he smiled over at him. "I would love to help, dad!" "Great!" Ron exclaims with a smile that has more than one meaning behind it. "I just need your help to test out some new rope I have." he excitedly explains as he walks into the tent. Pulling out his sets of nylon rope, Ron steps back out of the tent and locks his gaze onto his boy. "Follow me son." Ron walks ahead of Chris as they walk a minute or so away from the campsite, the moonlight giving them plenty of light, until they come to a stop at two tall trees, set about a body length apart. Chris was eager to help his father any time he would ask in the past, and this was no different- Only he wouldn't have guessed how this time would end... he followed his dad blindly into the moonlit forest, feeling safe as Ron led the way. Once they came to the trees, Chris glanced around and remarked on how far away the fire seemed. It was still visible, but merely an orange speck in an otherwise dark forest. "Is this it dad? What are you going tie? I don't see many logs or anything heavy." he said, glancing around. As Chris spoke, he took small steps in a circle, his back turning to Ron. His shirt had ridden up again, just enough to re-expose the waistband of his underwear. As he turned his back to Ron, the father glanced down to see the waistband of his son's tight underwear, and his pants grow tight, the feeling of his cock rising making him shake his head and refocus. "Oh, it'll just be something minor," Ron says casually as he opens a loop of rope and steps closer to his son, licking his lips. "You mind standing between these trees here real quick Chris?" he says as he walks up and ties a loop around one tree, a foot above the height of his boy's head. "Sure, that's fine." he says, not realizing his father had ignored over his question. He positions himself between the trees as dad had asked and smiled up at him as Ron tied the rope off high above his head. "Good" Ron says with a sly smile as he tightens the knot to make sure it won't come loose. "Mind if you give me your right hand?" dad asks as he holds his hand out. This was it, all he needed was his son's approval, and there would be a long fun night ahead of them. The anticipation travelled down to Ron's pants, making them feel tight as he waited for Chris to respond. His eyes light up in excitement as Chris easily gives him his wrist, and Ron quickly slips his wrist through the loop of the tall rope, tightening it so his hand is above his head and off to the side. When Chris gave his dad his hand, he initially assumed it would be for the purpose of holding the rope in place, not the other way around. Before he could react and try to pull away, his wrist was already bound up and away from his body. "Dad?" he asked, his tone still trusting but clearly confused. "What are you doing?" "Oh, just a little game son, just relax" he replies as he cinches the rope tight but not uncomfortable around his son's wrist. Walking to the other side, he binds the other rope around the same height to the other tree. Gently taking his left wrist, Ron quickly puts it an open loop and tightens it well. "How does that feel?" Dad asks excitedly, as a bulge slowly forms in his pants. Chris's arms were being held up by the rope and despite the knots being loose enough for his wrist to move, it was still uncomfortable and held him easily in place. "Um... it feels fine, however, it's uncomfortable and my arms are going to get sore, but the rope is good!" he remarked, struggling against the ropes hard for a moment to test its strength, thinking it was what his dad was checking. Won't be the only thing sore after tonight, Ron thinks to himself as his grin widens. "Good... that's good..." he husks more to himself than to Chris as he unravels another rope and crouches down next to his right foot. Tying it tight around the base of the tree, he then tickles his foot lightly. When Chris giggles and lifts it in reaction, dad pounces and quickly lashes the rope around his ankle. Tightening it, Ron's breathing grows heavy as he unravels the last piece of rope. The severity of the situation wouldn't set in until much later- For now, this still seemed like a silly game dad was playing. Chris played along and laughed when the tickling came and continued as the knot tightened around his ankle. With a few tugs and kicks, it was clear that his foot was also bound to the tree securely. "One more to go to test the ropes out!" Chris exclaimed, his eyes innocently beaming over at his dad. With the boy's arms stretched upward, his belly was on display indefinitely as the shirt remained slightly lifted. "Yeah, one more son! One more..." dad almost growls out as his pants tighten even more as he spots his son's smooth stomach with small abs. Fuck, you're so sexy, he thinks to himself. Moving over to his left foot, Ron loops the rope with expert precision, tickling that one as well as Chris lets out another joyous giggle. Stepping back and admiring his work with a searing gaze, he adjusts his waistband of his pants a bit before admiring his son's spread form. "Now try to get out," Ron says with a smirk as he watches Chris's bound form wriggle. Chris did exactly as requested, giggling and laughing like it was one big joke. He pulled on the rope with his wrists and legs, unable to escape. At one point, he lauded at the ability to lift both legs and stay relatively straight up. "I can't, dad! You made it way tight. Only you can take me out of it now." "Indeed son, just the way I want it." Dad lightly chuckles. His erection was throbbing at this point in anticipation. Walking toward one of his boy's outstretched hands, he moves to the rope as if to untie it. Instead, however, he takes the knot and cinches it tighter. The rope firmly grips his wrist, and as dad pulls the rope up further, Chris's arm is pulled out until he's on his tip toes. Finishing the knot, Ron strolls over to his other hand and repeats the same process. His son's arms are pulled up enough that his feet now raise off the ground, still bound taut to the ropes around the bottom of the tree. The smile on Chris's face quickly fades as the ropes around one wrist were tightened immensely, the rope nearly pinching his skin. Then, the other was bound just as tight, fully lifting him off the ground and causing slight pain to his wrists as they supported his lithe body. "Ouch, dad!" he complained aloud as his brows furrowed and he frowned up at his father. He hadn't noticed the growing bulge in his dad's pants yet. "It's hurting my wrists a little now dad. You can let me down now..." "Oh, it hurts? Hang on a sec..." dad trails off as he gathers another coil of rope. Throwing two loose ends around each of his son's shoulders, Ron loops them back to himself and ties them together, creating a makeshift harness around Chris's chest. Tying the other ends to the trees above the ropes that hold his arms, dad binds them tight and slowly pulls until they hook under Chris's armpits, the slack being removed as the harness relieves the strain of the ropes. The harness has now lifted him even further from the ground, the ropes around his ankles growing taut as they hold him wide and tight. He steps back and admires his work, which turns him on even more, knowing he just bound his son further. "How about now?" dad husks, knowing he's provided relief, but further restriction. The acts of being bound confused Chris, but he stayed silent as his dad worked, immediately feeling relief once he finished the harness knots. Chris was dangling in the air still, unable to move much aside from a wiggle. His wrists were beginning to hurt less, but the overall confinement began to make him a bit nervous. The ropes caused ripples in his skin, pushing down against it in the places the rope was tightest. It was clear that his body would be marked significantly before the night was over... "I think the ropes are strong enough, dad..." he said, his voice soft and nervous. His eyes were practically begging Ron to cut him down as he continued to speak. "It's getting late, dad... Maybe we should get back to the fire..." "Oh, we will son, we will. We're just going to have some fun first, lots and lots of fun." Ron whispers the last bit as he steps closer. Raising a hand, he trails it along the ropes that bind his son. Slowly tracing across Chris's arm, he makes his way to his hair as he gently grips the back of it. Planting a kiss on his forehead, Ron trails his hand down his cheek to his shirt. "I think you'll enjoy what's gonna happen tonight son. All you must do is relax and let it happen." A growing sense of worry began to grow in the pit of Chris's stomach as his dad's hand traveled along the rope that held him. As soon as his hand gripped his hair and pulled enough for him to look up, he yelped. The grab didn't hurt but caught him off guard. "What do you mean? I'm not having much fun with this game so far..." he responded, his forehead warm from dad's brief kiss. "Don't worry son, you will in due time." dad chuckles as he steps back. Drawing his shirt over his head, he flings it off to the side to collect later, revealing his fit muscles and smooth form. "I've been waiting for this for a loooong time. Watching you grow in certain... areas of your body. I think it's time I introduce you to some fun feelings." Ron took another second to really admire the form of his son. He always saw him as a slightly older Mowgli from the jungle book, with long loose black hair and a nice tan complexion that complemented his green eyes. It was the smoothness and youth in his form though that had him aching to begin his seduction of his son. Even if Chris escaped from the bonds, his light body and small height wouldn't help him. Ron towered over him at 6'3", while Chris was only 5'5". Ron had also spent a lot of time in the gym recently and had a beefy build that could easily overpower his son's lithe form. "What do you mean?" Chris's tone was clearly concerned and confused at what was happening in front of him. He wasn't understanding why his dad removed his shirt or why there was such a thick look to the front of his pants. The feeling of worry and unusual anticipation continued to grow as his father stepped closer to him once more. "Wat fun feelings? I don't understand..." "Well... have you ever had a funny feeling down there?" Dad asks as he points to his tenting erection in his pants. "Does it get hard and stiff; does it feel good rubbing it sometimes Chris? That means you're becoming a man, son, and as a man there are some... good feelings that come with it... feelings I can introduce you to..." he whispers as he steps close to Chris's bound body. "I... I don't know..." Chris lied. The feelings that dad described had been happening for a while now, though he never brought it up. He resigned to rubbing his pillow against his crotch or using the water in the shower to intensify the foreign feelings. "It feels good sometimes..." Chris's eyes traced along dad's exposed torso, looking at the smooth skin on his chest and how strong his body looked. Eventually, his eyes landed on dad's tented crotch. He knew what lay beneath, though he had no clue the size or thickness of it. "Are you feeling... good... right now dad?" "Yes son, I feel so good. It's that tingly feeling you get times a hundred. I need release," Ron says as he trails his hand to the bottom of Chris's shirt, "and you, will help me get there." Slowly pushing his fingers under his son's already lifted shirt, Ron throbs as he hears his son gasp. "You're gonna feel..." he exhales in his boy's ear "so. good. son." He finishes as he trails his tongue up Chris's ear. Wet warmth followed everywhere as dad's tongue travelled along his ear and it made Chris's body shudder. Chris's stomach was feeling a similar, but dry warmth from dad's hand. Despite the heat, he shivered. "Dad, stop." he said plainly, beginning to pull against the ropes that held his wrists. It did nothing but tighten the knots. A small, helpless grunt left his lips as he tried to kick and punch all at once, but he could barely cause himself to even rock. "Please, dad..." "Shhh son, it's ok, just relaaaaaax" Ron whispers out as he kisses his earlobe, and slowly plants kisses down to his neck. Dad's cock pulses in his pants as he feels his son writhe in the bonds. Knowing he has him bound for his pleasure with nowhere to go has him the hardest he's ever been in his life. "Keep trying to get out," he taunts as he trails his tongue along Chris's jugular, "and maybe you'll get your way." he breathily chuckles. "This doesn't feel right, dad... please stop this." The words sunk from his lips as dad continued to kiss along his ear and neck. Again, he struggled against the bindings, only this time he let out a loud grunt with it. It was short, but quite loud and his body moved in the air for a bit as he rocked himself forward once more. A louder yell left his lips as he panted in frustration. "Scream all you want, no one's around to hear us. Just you, me, the woods, and a looooot of pleasure." dad drawls out with a whisper as he kisses down to Chris's chest, only to realize he's still fully clothed. "Let's get some of this off," he husks as he pulls out his pocketknife. Chris yelps as his dad makes a little incision at the collar of his shirt, before using his strong hands to tear it off him, revealing his smooth bare upper body to his father. "Oh yes, this will do just fine." Ron whispers as he licks his lips. The ropes were warm when they touched Chris's now-bare skin. The fabric of his shirt easily tore from his body with the force of dad's arms. Ron began to worry Chris even more, his words resonating in the boy's mind. "Dad... please..." Chris pleaded, kicking his legs, and groaning under the pressure. "I don't know why you're doing this!" "Shhh, it's okay, shhhh. You'll find out soon enough, and I think you'll enjoy it just as much as I will." Ron says with a smirk. Trailing the pocketknife down to Chris's shorts now, he makes another quick slice from the waistband, and gently tears it off him. Tossing the torn shorts off, he steps back and nearly moans out loud as he sees the sight of his son. Bound and harnessed, he has nowhere to go, wearing nothing but those tight briefs that show off his package. "I think these will stay on for a little longer." Dad teases, pointing to Chris's underwear. "I don't like this game, dad!" he exclaimed. Despite all the vocal protests, however, he was secretly beginning to enjoy this situation and feelings his dad was bringing forth, but he was resilient, nonetheless. Chris's body was nearly convulsing from the effort he put into trying to wriggle free. "I want out. Please let me out of here." "Don't worry son. Like I said, I'll let you out in due time. For now, just relax and enjoy it." Dad says huskily as he undoes his belt. Chris pauses in his struggle and his eyes widen as he hears a zipper move, releasing dad's confined erection. It springs out in its tight briefs, pinned to the side of his hip due to the tightness. Chris's eyes look like they're about to pop out of their sockets as he stares at his father's erection, which twitches every few seconds in need. Ron sees him quickly dart his tongue out to lick his lips, and he knows he's got his boy wrapped around his finger. His mouth begins to water at the sight of the shape in your underwear. Something about the sight made Chris lick his lips in anticipation of something he didn't understand. It moved every few seconds, especially when dad's eyes wandered down his exposed torso. "Why did you take your pants off, dad...?" "Because this is part of the fun, son. We'll be naked soon, but first I want you to feel that tingly feeling you get." Ron sees his eyes widen at the word naked and Chris wriggles around more, making Ron's cock twitch in response. Reaching his hand forward, dad gently grabs his son's nipple and gives it a light twist as Chris whips his head back in surprise. "Good boy, easy now," dad whispers as he leans forward and licks up his neck again. A light squeal rang through the woods they were in, and Chris's body shook with every touch of dad's fingers and tongue. The sharp and sudden feeling of dad's fingers twisting his nipple caused his toes to curl. Chris shuddered as dad's words filled his ears, the tone soft and reassuring, but the meaning more sinister. "You're not like this..." a soft groan flew from Chris's lips. "Let me go..." "Oh no no no," Ron whispers with a chuckle, "you're too hot bound up before me. Just trust me son, I'll make you feel good. So good..." he trails off as he steps back and kicks off his pants, leaving them both bare in the woods with only their underwear remaining. "I'm going to make love to you son, and you can squirm all you want, but it's going to happen, so..." he steps behind Chris's bound form and runs his hands down his back "relaaaax." Chris closed his eyes tightly as his dad continued to taunt him with what he was going to do. Ron's presence behind him caused a small flinch, and he struggled against the feeling of his hand on Chris's back. "You- you're going to... what? You... you can't!" "Oh, I can son, I can..." Dad taunts as he rubs Chris's smooth back with his rough hands. Trailing down to his underwear, Ron salivates over his son's bound form. Watching him kick his dangling feet as the ropes keep them pulled out, the harness keeping him nice and held, and the ropes keeping his hands held to each tree. My own son, he groans in his head as his cock throbs. Dad slowly circles his hips until he cups Chris's butt with both hands, gently kneading the soft plump shape as he kisses the back of his neck. "No, dad, please..." By now, Chris's words were barely audible as he grumbled in frustration and worry. He kicked and pulled at the bindings around him, but he was powerless to it all. He was beginning to understand that Dad was enjoying it for one reason- This was a game for him, only not one Chris might enjoy playing in... yet. As Dad's hands roamed his almost-nude bottom, the idea of what he meant began to form in Chris's mind; surely his own father wouldn't put...that... near there. "You mean...?" he said aloud, wincing as dad's lips met the nape of his neck. "You mean... Your thing on my... butt?" "Not on, son..." Ron chuckles lightly as he presses his bulge against his covered butt, and gently grinds against it "IN, my boy." Dad gauges Chris's reaction as he kneels onto the ground behind him. Planting kisses on his floating ankles, he trails his mouth and tongue up his calf, to his thigh, until dad stops just short of his son's underwear, and trails it back down. "In?!" Chris shrieks, the ropes once again holding him steady as he struggles against them in a fit of horror. "In my...? My butthole?!" His question remains unanswered while dad sinks to his knees and begins kissing Chris's bare legs. The muscles in his calves and thighs tense with each of his kisses, as his mind races to understand. "Please, dad... Won't that hurt? I'm getting sore now!" he said, referencing the harness that handled most of the weight on the ropes. "And my arms are tired..." "That's why I'm warming you up, son. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you'll be able to take aaallll" Dad stands back up and grinds against Chris's butt, "of." Ron moves his mouth and gently nibbles on his son's collarbone, "me." he finishes as he rubs Chris's chest with his hands. Sliding his hands ever so slowly down, Ron brings his right hand over Chris's crotch, finally feeling the youth in his son. "Oh, that's nice." Dad sighs as he gently massages his boy's crotch. Chris could feel the heat from dad's crotch radiating through both of their pairs of underwear as his hips pressed it against his covered ass. Chris's cheeks spread ever so slightly as dad gave another thrust and rubbed his son's chest and stomach. Ron's lips left cold spots on Chris's skin with each kiss, and his body twitched as dad's large hand cupped Chris's clothed cock and balls. "N-nice?" Chris asked slowly, his body reacting to dad's touch in ways he wasn't sure he wanted. Chris's cock began to harden with each of dad's squeezes. "And I don't want it all... I don't want any of it." "Tsk tsk tsk, I think your body disagrees with you." Dad chuckles gleefully as he drags a finger over Chris's hardening cock. It begins to push against the boy's briefs and twitches, and Ron moans as he lightly grinds against his son's clothed ass again. "Just give in to your body, son, just relax in the bonds and enjoy it." he whispers as he strokes his son in time with his grinding, creating a motion between them as precum leaks against Ron's underwear. "N-no, I can't help it! It's. Because you're touching me!" Chris groaned, trying to twist his hips in a way that dad's hand can't grip him. His hips, being unbound, were able to move a bit more than the rest of Chris's body, but it wasn't enough to escape dad's consistent pawing. Chris soon came to learn that twisting his hips may have made him feel like he was evading dad's touch, but it only increased the pleasure dad received from Chris's small ass rubbing against dad's throbbing, leaking cock. "Yes, oh yeah keep doing that" Dad says with a half moan as he feels Chris grind back against him. "Such a naughty boy." He grips his son's hips with his free hand and continues grinding, stroking his boy to full hardness. "I'm gonna make you mine," Ron growls out. Once Dad told Chris to keep going, Chris stopped as much as he could; dad's hand continued to roll Chris's hips as much as he pleased. Chris's eyes closed once again as dad's hand rubbed him to full hardness. He wanted it to stop, but he couldn't help it, it felt good... "Please, dad... No- I- I don't like this..." Pieces of bark fell from the tree where Chris's hands were restrained, causing a sudden rustle next to him. It caused the boy to jump in the ropes, startled. "It's ok, son, it's just bark, relaaaax." Ron gasps out as he continues grinding. He stops abruptly as he realizes he needs to keep myself from cumming, not until the main event. Stepping back around to the front of Chris, Ron grabs his constrained cock and rubs it against Chris's clothed erection. The size difference was so hot for Ron, seeing his thick cock smear precum to his son's underwear made him throb. Dad's cock was at least twice the size of Chris, and it was apparent when Ron rubbed his crotch against Chris. Chris whimpered as the sensations of dad's warm, throbbing cock rubbing against his own. Getting impatient, dad kneeled where his eyes were level with Chris's tight bulge. Biting into the front of his waistband, Ron stares into Chris's eyes as he slowly pulls them down, until his son's hard cock springs into view. "So hard... so smooth" he whispers in a dreamy state. Around 4-5" long, it doesn't have much girth yet, but the smooth shaft and hairless balls have dad salivating. Cool air greeted Chris's cock and balls once they were exposed by dad's teeth. He gazes down and watches as it happens, closing his eyes right at the end and opening them once his undies stopped moving. Chris bites his lip as dad examines his boyhood and he wriggles, causing the small parts to jiggle. Reaching a hand out. Dad grabs Chris's hips to halt his jiggling. Watching his cock waver in front of him, he loses patience, and runs his tongue along the underside of his son's shaft, from the base to the tip. If he were unbound, Chris's knees would have come together in modesty, pushing dad's face away from his crotch. But he was bound. He was powerless to his father's desires; his tongue was warm and wet against his hardness, and his toes curled from the new sensations. "Ohh, dad..." The words fell from his lips before he could catch them. It felt so good, but so wrong at the same time. "You like that?" Dad says with a smile as he flicks at the mushroom tip of his head. It twitches, and Ron moans with delight as he glides his tongue back down Chris's shaft. "Just give in son, enjoy it, relaaaaax" he whispers as he lashes his tongue against his son's smooth hairless balls. Diving in, he latches his mouth around his small sack, sucking it in gently with smacking noises every few seconds. "Ahh, ah..." small pants filled the woods around them as dad's lips smacked against Chris's crotch. His cock bobbed against dad's face, tapping against his cheek as Ron's lips and tongue gently work on his tiny orbs. "It... it feels good..." Chris's mind began to blank a bit; the pleasure causing his thoughts to race until he refocused. He looked down and watched as dad slobbered on his dick. "Yesssss, good boy..." Dad husks out as he releases his son's tight sack with a wet smacking noise. Licking up his abs, he dips his tongue in Chris's navel as Ron grabs his boy's bubble butt with strong hands. Dragging his tongue back down and lathering his shaft and the underside with his tongue, dad reaches the tip and engulfs Chris's whole cock in one gulp. Chris's wrists twist in their bindings, and his heads rolls back as another moan echoes out when dad's mouth covered his cock. It fit so easily in his mouth, and his tongue was able to flick against it with ease as it rested between his lips. Chris's breathing was growing heavier by the second, and groans or muffled squeals of delight were on every exhale. Hearing the ropes creak as Chris struggles to contain his pleasure turns Ron on even further. Here he was, kneeling and sucking off his tied son, their lithe forms glowing in the moonlight. Focusing his efforts, dad creates a suction seal at the base, almost mouthing over Chris's balls as he wraps his tongue around his shaft, licking up to the tip and tonguing his little slit. He wants Chris to get that tingly feeling so hard. Each passing second sent waves of pleasure through Chris's body; feelings he had no idea even existed until this moment came surging at the forefront of his body. His moaning and wriggling against the ropes only increased as dad continued his expert sucking on Chris's cock and balls. Suddenly, Chris's body began to spasm and a feeling in his stomach spreads to his crotch quickly- it almost felt like he had to go to the bathroom... Instead, his toes curled, his head rolled back, his tummy tightened, and his cock begins to convulse in dad's mouth. Ecstasy rolls over Chris's body as his cock tingles against dad's tongue; nothing comes out between the tip, except for a drop or two of murky, almost-clear liquid. "Oh, dad!" he cries in pleasure. Feeling Chris's body tighten up as his cock flexed to the roof of Ron's mouth almost made Ron cum on the spot. My boy's cumming! He thought excitedly. Hearing Chris call out his name only made Ron want to further pleasure his son, as he laps up the small amount of cum Chris produced. Dad didn't stop there, sucking even harder as he licks his tongue up and down Chris's sensitive shaft, and tightens his lips around the base, drawing his mouth out until he seals around his boy's mushroom tip. The tip was sensitive and causes Chris's hips to instinctively pull away from dad, but dad's lips remain attached to it regardless. It was an interesting mix of pleasurable and uncomfortable, which is soon to be the theme for the rest of the night. "That... Feels kind of. Funny..." Chris said, his hips still slightly bucking from dad's lips around the tip. Deciding to give his son some reprieve, dad releases his tip and gives it one last lick, feeling aroused as Chris gave another twitch. "Be right back, don't go anywhere." Ron smirks at his joke as he heads back to the tent, hard cock bouncing in his briefs as he goes to retrieve something. Once dad leaves and the silence of the woods around Chris begins to settle in, the panic returns. His cock had deflated, and the high he had felt moments ago passed, leaving him sore around his wrists and chest, and wet on his crotch. The air made his cock and balls cold as the breeze passed through. Chris once again began to struggle against the ropes holding him. He pulled and pulled until his wrists felt like they were going to fall off, but no matter what the boy did, he couldn't get out. Ron returns with a bottle of coconut oil, and throbs seeing his son's struggling form. He had to give himself credit for his tricky knots and seeing Chris struggle to get out turned him on even more. Watching the ropes tighten and creak as they held him spread wide for Ron, there was no better feeling in the world. Up to this moment, Chris had never felt so exposed or taken advantage of; his brain had a hard time comprehending what was happening and why. Each semblance of struggling left him weaker than the last; eventually he'd be unable to physically protest at all- Chris decided it would be best to save his strength. "Dad... please..." Chris pleaded once more. His eyes showed worry, but also curious arousal as his father approached. "This isn't good, dad... Please let me free. We can go back to the fire like it never happened." "Oh, but it's already happened, and it'll always be remembered son, shhhh." Dad soothes you as he strokes Chris's face. Uncapping the bottle of coconut oil, Ron drips some onto his fingers and wraps them around Chris's deflated cock, lubing it up as he strokes it back to life. "This oil will help warm us up, and it'll make you open up for me." Ron grumbles as he gently sucks on a nipple. It didn't take long for Chris's cock to respond to dad's stimulation, especially with the added benefit of the slick oil. He moans once again as dad's mouth finds his nipple and his hand continues to stroke him. "I don't want to, dad..." he resisted. "Deny all you want son, but your body knows what it wants. It wants to be bred" dad growls in Chris's ear as he pulls his pocketknife back out. Cutting another slice gently down Chris's underwear, he finally unveils his lithe form under the moonlight as Ron tosses Chris's underwear aside. "It's so hard, son, it wants to come out and play." dad teases as he grips the waistband of his briefs and slowly drags them down, pulling his cock down with it until it reaches past the waistband. Springing up like a wound coil, he bares all 7 inches of him to his son, gauging his reaction as Ron's cock drips with precum, hungry to breed. The knife struck more fear into Chris's quickly beating heart. He could hear the pounding in his ears as dad steps closer with the blade and slices the thin fabric of his underwear away. The bits fell to the ground, and he opened his eyes as dad's gruff voice filled his ears once again. His dad teased them with what he said and what he's showing him. Ron's cock was big, and Chris shook his head softly at first until it was shaking over and over quickly. "No. No, no, no dad!" The dots were connecting in Chris's adolescent mind; Dad was going to try and fit his whole penis into his little butt... There's no way- It would tear me, surely... he thought to himself. "No, dad!" he half-heartedly yelled aloud once again, as he watched beads of thick, clear fluid roll along the smooth skin of his father's throbbing manhood. "Yes son, yesss..." dad trails off as he approaches his son's bound form, growing even harder as he watches his fit body kick and pull at the ropes to no avail. Grabbing the base of his cock, Ron uses his thumb to rub the fluid around the tip of his head. Once coated, he places his penis under Chris's oiled up one. Flicking it up and down, dad gently rubs his cock against his Chris's, marveling at the size difference. "You're gonna grow to be so big just like me son. So long... so thick..." he whispers as he brushes his mushroom tip against his son's, coating his cock in some of the oil left on Chris. "You... you think so?" Chris asked, his ears and eyebrows peeking at dad's words of encouragement about his future size. Right now, the difference was nearly startling- It was hard to imagine his own dick as big as dad's is. In the same moment, Chris groaned at the feeling of dad's dick rubbing under his. Ron's was throbbing harder than Chris's ever had, and Chris could feel how hot it is against his skin. Thick precum mixing with the oil dad used made an extremely slick substance. Dad's skin glided smoothly over his son's smooth form. "Oh yes. As they say, like father like son." Ron chuckles as he wraps a hand around both of their cocks, coating them gently with a mix of oil and precum. "I'll make sure you can take me in juuuuust fine. All you need to do is relax and enjoy it." As dad says this, he squeezes a bit more coconut oil onto their joined cocks, making it much easier to glide back and forth as their breathing picks up. Taking an oil-soaked finger, Ron slowly trails it under Chris's sack. Tickling his taint, he then eases his finger to his boy's smooth hairless hole, lightly brushing his finger over it. Pleasure swirled around Chris's cock as dad's hand works against it, rubbing his own dick against Chris's to increase the sensation. Each of his strokes causes a minuscule moan to fly from Chris's lips. The boy closes his eyes and focuses on the pleasure for a moment until dad's other hand begins to explore further. It felt good for Chris, when his father's finger slid under his barely-there sack, along his taint, and finally to his virgin hole. When Ron begins to rub his finger over Chris's opening is when he opens his eyes again. Chris looks down at his father, his hole and pert ass cheeks clenching in unconscious want. "How can I relax dad?" he asked, kicking his ankles, and causing the ropes to groan under. "When you're doing this?" "You just need to let go son. Let the ropes bind you, keep you in place. The more you fight, the harder it gets. It'll be easier on me, and you if you relax your muscles, almost like you're about to fall asleep." dad explains as he circles his finger around Chris's hole, coating the outside in slick lubricant. He brings another soaked finger to Chris's entrance and persuades him to relax. "You know that feeling when you're going to the bathroom, that sensation of opening? Just push like that and I'll make you feel so good." He whispers as he gently presses against his tight ring, not entering, but introducing Chris to this foreign sensation. Dad's words, meant to soothe and coax Chris into relaxing for his father's twisted pleasures only made him resist it more. His body tenses, his smooth stomach tightening and his ring clenching as dad's finger prods at the entrance. Chris shakes his head and pouts, small pleasure-filled whimpers filling the forest. "I don't think it will feel good!" Chris protests, his hairless hole completely at dad's mercy. Ron could do anything, and there's nothing Chris could do about it. Chris's arms struggle against their bindings, the ropes around his chest beginning to darken the lines around them- They may leave a mark in the morning. Using his spare hand, Ron cups Chris's balls as he rubs his thumb into the tip of Chris's penis. Feeling him respond, dad uses the distraction to ease his index finger into Chris's tight hole. Chris's body immediately seizes up, growing taut as the ropes creak and keep his body spread further apart. Dad feels his hole clench around his finger. "So warm, so tight..." he whispers as Ron pants against Chris's shoulder. Feeling his boy's sphincter collapse around Ron's finger turned him on like nothing else before, the anticipation of feeling that around his cock was killing the father on the inside. Using the pleasure Chris feels on his cock head was a smart rouse to get him to open for dad; and it worked. His hole relaxed just long enough for the tip of Ron's finger to squeeze past his ring. Once the tip was inside, however, Chris's body reacted as it should when a foreign object entered it; it resisted. His hole tightened around the small bit of dad's digit and his muscles worked to squeeze him out, though it did nothing but cause Chris discomfort. "Ugh..." Chris began to whine. "It hurts..." he lied. It didn't. It felt... good... "Relax son, relax" dad whispers as he pushes up to the first knuckle. Feeling Chris clench gives him a new surge of arousal. Ron feels his hole give up some space, and he presses further inside his boy. Curling his finger up, he encounters Chris's prostate. Smirking to himself, Ron teases the little bump, as he knows how much pleasure that brings. The second dad's fingertip presses against his internal boy-button, a jolt of pleasure rocked Chris's lithe body. His cock jumps at the sensation and his hole clenched, relaxed, and clenched once more. A guttural groan echoes around the small clearing, and the trees supporting him creaked as his body wriggled. "Oh, dad... Do it again..." he begs, despite the situation worrying him. The feeling of pleasure overrode his fear for now. "With pleasure." Dad murmurs as he presses harder, pushing even deeper than before as he curls his finger toward him, pressing Chris's swollen prostate. Feeling his son clench and writhe in the bonds was pushing Ron toward the edge, and soon it would be time. Plunging his finger all the way into the knuckle, dad holds it there as Chris adjusts to the new sensation. His finger prods deeper and deeper with each `come hither' motion Ron's digit makes inside of Chris. The boy's tight insides are holding onto dad's finger tightly, spasming as dad teases Chris's previously untouched prostate. "Such a good boy." Ron whispers in Chris's ear as he eases a middle finger next to his buried index one. "Now relax," dad breathes out he gently breaches Chris's hole with another finger. It almost swallows it as his finger slowly glides in, the ropes creaking as Chris jolts in surprise. Now that his hole is getting used to having something inside of it, when Ron pushed his second finger into Chris, Chris's body was more accommodating. The second digit slid right in, quickly making its presence known with each of Ron's teasing finger wiggles. The pleasure Chris felt causes his body to rock and sway against the bindings that hold him in place. His toes curl as dad assaults his small, virgin hole. "Mmm, I knew you'd like it." Ron whispers as he trails his tongue up Chris's neck, nibbling on his earlobe as he gently pushes both fingers in and out. "This is only the beginning," dad whispers to Chris as he brushes his hard penis against his son's toned stomach. "I think you'll do plenty fine bound up for me in the future." "You mean... There's more...?" Chris struggles to even speak in between the pleasured moans leaving his lips. Dad's fingers probe him deeper and deeper, opening him in ways he couldn't even understand. The tips of Ron's digits press his prostate, and he squeaks, struggling hard against the bindings as dad continues his motions. The positive sensations cause Chris's body to tighten and relax, practically begging for more. "Dad... Dad..." he mutters as dad's fingers continue their assault on his ass. "So tight, you're gonna feel so tight." Ron groans as he slides his fingers out of Chris's tight hole, giving his entrance one last stroke with his finger. Stepping around to Chris's back side, dad pushes his upper body slightly forward. Pressing the bottle of oil to Chris's lower back, Ron gently squeezes some out. It drizzles down between the crack of Chris's bubble butt, and onto dad's thick length as it settles between his boy's cheeks. The ropes seemed to tighten around Chris's chest as dad stepped behind him, his father's strength pushing Chris where he needed his son positioned. Chris's body sways easily from dad's physical will, the bindings making soft rubbing noises as it happened. "Dad...? What are you doing back there?" he asked nervously, hearing the bottle open before feeling the oil run down his back and over his round, smooth globes. Then, the heat and pressure of dad's throbbing manhood arrives between them, the two half-moons spreading gently as dad nudges himself between them teasingly. Chris's hole winks in response to the sensation of Ron's cock head rubbing against it. "I think you're ready son..." he mutters into Chris's ear. Rubbing his tip against Chris's winking hole, Ron moans as he slides between the lubed-up cheeks. Wanting to last longer, he steps away and decides to tighten things up a bit. Crouching down quickly, he tightens each rope attached to Chris's ankles. The ropes respond, pulling his son's ankles wider to each tree as his smooth hole is revealed, ready to breed. The ropes give a distinct zipping noise as Ron yanks on them around Chris's ankles. The boy's legs widen in his bound stance, separating his cheeks just enough to keep himself always exposed to Ron. Chris's arms and legs now make a star-like shape, the ropes around his chest and wrists keeping him suspended for his father. "Dad? That... that's tight on my ankles." Chris's tone was soft and whiney. He thought briefly to the feeling of dad's cock against his unused hole. "You felt so big back there too..." Looking back to Chris's backside, dad moans quietly as he sees his boy's final form. He's bound so tight for him; all of Chris's teasing struggles have built up to this. Dad's cock pulses hard in anticipation. "You won't feel it in a sec, you'll feel tighter here." dad chuckles as he presses his tip against his son's pulsing hole. "Now, just relax, and let me make love to you." Ron whispers, as he pushes in ever so slowly. His breath hitches as he feels Chris's hole swallow his mushroom head, massaging the sensitive tip. With the help of the coconut oil and dad's thick precum, Chris's hole was quick to accept the penetration of his father's cock head. His sphincter gripped Ron's dick tightly as it enters him, the smooth skin around his virgin hole stretching to accept the love organ. Chris squirms and clenches his eyes shut as his body opens for his father. It begins to hurt, a dull but slight pain around his ring. It didn't matter, however... as dad continues the assault. "Easy now, just relax. God you're so tight." Dad moans out as he pushes in an extra inch. Feeling Chris's muscled ring mold around Ron's shaft has him panting, watching his son's smooth spread cheeks tightening, as Chris's winking hole slowly accepts his father's shaft. Gently pulling back until only the tip is left, Ron reaches around and gently rubs his son's sensitive tip. Hearing him grunt, he slowly glides back in, adding another inch of his thick penis. "R-relax...?" Chris moaned. "I can't...." The pain and pleasure mixing around his backside causes his little body to shudder against the ropes that bind him. Dad's cock slides out of him and then back in, deeper than before, but overall, quite gently. Inch after inch of his thick dick disappears inside of his son, sodomizing him, molding him, breeding him. "Yes, you can son, yes you can. Nice and easy, relaaaaaax." Dad whispers in Chris's ear before gliding his tongue up it. Pressing further in, Ron moans louder as Chris swallows more of him. His boy's tight hole has a rhythm where it seizes up, then relaxes, allowing him to slide in further. This process continues for a few more minutes, Chris's panting and light moans picking up, until finally, he hilts inside his son, as his balls rest against Chris's taint. "Now it's time to make love son." Dad whispers as he grinds and flexes his cock, feeling his lithe son tighten and grip his shaft like no one has before. Chris's body has never experienced such a combination of pain and pleasure before, and he couldn't keep himself contained as his father slides deeper into him, until he's filled with his dad's cock, all the way to his dad's balls. His body bobs and bounces as he remains restrained, as if on a spider web. Dad's cock is so thick it forces Chris's hole open deep inside, and he could feel every muscle in him being stretched. Dad's cock curves up into Chris as he pulls out slightly and gently slides back in. Chris's sphincter muscles grip and stimulate Ron's tip, making the adult groan as he nibbles on the back of his boy's neck to prolong the pleasure. "So tight... so fertile..." Dad husks as he pulls almost all the way out, before thrusting back in, his balls clapping against Chris's taint as it echoes in the forest. "No one else but you and me son," he grunts as the ropes creak and strain with each thrust. He grabs Chris's chin and tilts his head back, sucking on Chris's neck like a thirsty vampire, as Ron pulses deep inside his son. Each of dad's hearty thrusts sends Chris's body swaying and causes him to moan loudly. The smacking of Ron's balls against his taint makes his head spin and his toes curl from the pleasure. Dad's cock head grazes past his prostate with his slick movements, and his thickness continues to stretch Chris open. "Oh, dad... It... it feels so good... when you make l-love to me..." Chris breathes out in defeat. He slumps in the tight bonds as he finally accepts the pleasure brought by his father. The ropes tighten at the same time in delight, sliding along his skin as they close around him. It holds his body almost perfectly still with how tight he is, both inside and out as his muscles flex in strain and near ecstasy. "I knew you'd enjoy it." Dad whispers as he kneads one of Chris's ass cheeks, feeling it's small, yet perky feel as he slows his thrusts to a gentle glide, in and out. Feeling his son's hole clench around him every time Ron pulls out has him gritting his teeth, trying to prolong his impending orgasm as he shuts his eyes. Seeing his son bound and swallowing his thick length will push him over the edge and taking a few moments to hold off is what he needs. All the while, Chris's ass cheeks jiggle as Ron's cock penetrates him deep. Chris can feel dad's cock as it throbs inside of him, the ridge between the cut head and shaft, the veins as the blood pumps through it, every inch of him he feels. It's a feeling so foreign but something he'd crave forever. Chris can sense his father's primal need to make love to him (as he called it), and Ron's grip along his body shows it. Dad holds back a bit with his thrusts, but Chris could tell his dad wants nothing more than to let go. "Go ahead, dad... I'm yours..." Hearing his son say that made something snap in Ron. Like flipping a switch, Chris telling him he belongs his father triggers the most primal instinct... the instinct to breed. With a hard thrust, Ron hilts as deep as I can. His muscles flex, the large smooth muscles around his whole body tightening like a piano string. His gluts tense, his quads tighten, his neck muscles strain, every part of his body dedicates itself to plant his seed. Feeling how close he's getting; dad reaches around and strokes Chris's twitching cock. With a firm grip, he flexes inside his son as he stimulates the tip of Chris's penis. "Cum for me son... cum for your father." He growls as he circles his hips, grinding against his supple cheeks hard, stimulating Chris's insides with the tip of his swelling head. The father and son felt almost in sync with one another's pleasure. As dad's cock lodges itself deep within Chris's boy hole, and his hand squeezes his little dick, Chris feels himself feeling funny in his stomach. The boy's toes curl hard, and his head lolls back as he lets out a fierce scream mixed with a moan. Chris was having his first orgasm. His hole clenches tight around his dad's dick over and over as waves of pleasure rolled over his petite, bound body. His cock throbs and jumps under Ron's grip, but no liquid comes out. His son's orgasm was the final straw. Feeling every part of him lock up around his swollen cock was too much for Ron. He had been waiting so long for this moment, and finally having his boy climax under him was like a dream come true. "Yes! Ohhhh fuck I'm gonna cum!" Ron roars out. Feeling Chris's body respond, his hole pulsing and massaging his dad with every flex of Ron's penis, Chris's wanton moans, his panting breath, the ropes holding him up, it's all built up to this. With a loud cry like a lion's roar, dad hilts and releases. He jolts with every pulse of cum, his pelvis smushing against Chris's cheeks as he does short grinding motions. Like a stallion, Ron breeds his mare and stays deep inside, leaving no cum to waste as he rests his forehead against Chris's sweaty neck. Eventually, the moans and heavy breathing between the two relatives dies down. The sweat stops trailing down their forms as dad lifts his head up and gently steps back. His half hard cock slips out of Chris's hole, with a wet schlick sound emitting from the source of love. Semen slowly seeps out of his hole while Ron steps back and admires his work for the night. "I think... that we're going to have lots of more fun in the future. As for tonight, I think I've got a few more loads to pump into you, son." Chris gasped, muscles flexing as he squirmed in the bonds at the meaning of those words. Whether that squirming was for anticipation or dread, he wasn't sure anymore, but his body answered for him... With a twitch in his cock, it began to harden again in arousal.