Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2023 20:35:48 -0500
From: John Smith <humpingpumpkins@gmail.com>
Subject: The object of the boys desire

Jason found himself lost in thought as he traveled with his best friend
Mark and his family down to the beach. It was a beautiful day, the sun
was shining, and the waves were crashing against the shore. He couldn't
help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside of him. As they
arrived, Jason quickly changed into his swim trunks and ran over to the
water's edge, ready to dive right in.

Mark's older brother, Chris, strolled over to him, a smirk playing at the
corners of his lips. At 19, Chris was tall, muscular, and covered in dark
hair that seemed to curl in all the right places. His deep blue eyes were
piercing, and they made Jason feel self-conscious about his own
appearance. Jason was only 13, skinny as a rail, and still had the deep
tan he'd acquired from spending countless hours outside. His features
were delicate and slightly feminine, with long eyelashes and full lips.

"Hey, Jason," Chris drawled. "Ready to have some fun?"

Jason nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yeah, let's go!" he exclaimed, eager
to join in on the fun. They spent the next few hours swimming,
skimboarding, and building sandcastles with Mark's younger siblings.
Jason couldn't help but notice the way Chris's body glistened with sweat
as he played, and how the fabric of his swimsuit clung to his defined
muscles. He felt a stirring in his shorts that he'd never experienced
before.

As the day went on, Jason found himself becoming more and more infatuated
with Chris. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Every time
Chris laughed or smiled at him, every time their hands brushed against
each other while playing a game, it sent shivers down his spine. He knew
deep down that Chris was straight, that he would never return Jason's
feelings, but he couldn't help but hope.

Finally, the sun began to set, signaling the end of another perfect day
at the beach. Mark's parents announced that it was time to go home and
change, but Jason lingered behind, watching as Chris walked over to the
outdoor shower to clean up. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist
the urge to sneak a peek at Chris's naked body. As he crept closer, his
heart racing, he saw Chris undo the clasps on his swim trunks and step
into the shower stall. He couldn't believe his luck.

Jason silently snuck up to the side of the outdoor shower stall, in just
a spot where a hole was present in the wood.  He peered in saw Chris,
removing his swim trunks and letting them fall to his ankles.  Chris was
even more beautiful naked. His muscular pale body, covered in just the
right amount of curly dark black hair was such a turn on.

As Jason watched Chris step under the showerhead, the water running down
 his muscular chest and abs, he felt his heart race even faster. He
wanted nothing more than to be close to Chris, to touch him, to feel his
skin against his own. He knew he shouldn't be thinking these thoughts,
but he couldn't help himself. He wanted Chris in a way he'd never wanted
anyone before. his muscular body, he couldn't help but feel a wave of
heat wash over him. He could see everything, every curve and angle of
Chris's perfect physique. Jason's teen cock twitched in his swim trunks,
straining against the fabric. He wanted nothing more than to touch him,
to feel his skin against his own.

Chris began to soap up his body, running his hands over his chest, abs,
and down his legs. He turned his back to the shower wall, giving Jason an
even better view of his sexy bubble-butt. Jason wanted to bite it
instantly, it was perfectly white and plump, like a big white peach with
a slight dusting of fine curly black hairs, here and there.  Jason wanted
to drive his whole face into that butt, wanted to be smothered by it.

His eyes traveled further across the stud's beautiful body, taking in the
thick length of Chris's cock, soft and flaccid at the moment, but still
impressive.  Curly black hairs covering his balls in a full bush, he
could see the outline of Chris's balls, hanging low and full beneath his
body. The sight made him ache with desire. He wanted to touch him, taste
him. He wanted Chris to take him, to make love to him.

As if sensing his presence, Chris turned slightly, exposing his left
butt-cheek to Jason. It was the most perfect ass he'd ever seen, a pale
white orb framed by thick black hairs. He wanted to bury his face in it,
taste the sweet musk of his body. He wanted to feel the heat of Chris's
skin against his own. He wanted to be consumed by him.

Jason couldn't believe what he was about to do. He knew it was wrong, but
he couldn't stop himself. With a trembling hand, he reached out and
gently tapped on the side of the shower stall. Chris's head snapped up,
his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. For a brief moment, their eyes
met, and Jason felt a spark ignite between them. He could tell Chris knew
he was there, and he could see the confusion and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Um...Jason? Is that you?" Chris asked, his voice slightly shaky. Jason
nodded, unable to find his voice. He wanted so badly to say something, to
explain how he felt, but the words caught in his throat. He felt like an
intruder, a pervert, like he had crossed a line that he shouldn't have,
but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to leave.

Chris stepped out of the shower, his body wet and glistening. He wrapped
a towel around his waist, leaving his chest and abs exposed. He looked at
Jason with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What are you doing out here
you little fag?" he asked, his voice joking but firm.

Jason swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. "I-I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have looked. I just...I wanted to..." His voice was
barely a whisper, but he couldn't meet Chris's eyes.

Chris stepped closer, his body inches from Jason's. He could feel the
heat emanating from the smaller boy's body. "You wanted to what, Jason?"
he asked softly, his voice low and gentle. There was a spark in his eyes
now, a hint of something more than just confusion, maybe an arrogance.

Jason swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his desire pressing down on
him. He couldn't look at Chris, couldn't meet his eyes. "I-I wanted to be
with you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I wanted to touch
you, to feel your skin against mine."

There was a long silence as the words hung in the air between them. Jason
felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something else too, something he
hadn't expected. There was a thrill in admitting his desires, in being
honest about who he was and what he wanted. He felt a tremor run through
his body as he waited for Chris to respond.

Chris took a step closer, his body brushing against Jason's. He could
feel the younger boy's heat, his desire. For a moment, he was tempted. He
knew he shouldn't, but the thought of being with Jason, of having his way
with him, fucking that little butt of his...it was intoxicating. "You
really want this?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You want to be
with me?"

Jason nodded, unable to meet Chris's eyes. He could feel the taller boy's
erection pressing against his hip, and it sent a shiver of desire through
him. "Yes," he whispered. "I want you, Chris."

Chris burst into laughter, "I knew it!  You're nothing but a little fag
aren't you?  Is that what you are Jason, a little faggot, that wants to
put his little faggot hands all over my body?"

Jason's eyes widened in surprise at Chris's reaction. He'd been hoping
that Chris would understand, that he would accept him for who he was. But
instead, Chris was laughing at him, calling him names. He felt a stinging
sensation in his chest, like his heart had been ripped out. Tears began
to well up in his eyes as he backed away from Chris, his face burning
with shame.

Chris continued to assault his emotions, "Oh, is the little fag going to
start crying now?  Is that what you are going to do?"

Jason's face contorted in pain as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He
wanted to scream, to lash out at Chris, but he couldn't. All he could do
was stand there, feeling the weight of Chris's words pressing down on
him. He wanted to disappear, to crawl into a hole and die.

Chris grinned as the younger boy cried in front of him, berating the boy
made him feel powerful and sexy.

"Well, I guess you're not such a little fag after all. You're just a
little pussy, that's all. A little bitch.  A little fag, pussy, bitch!
You're not even worth my time, Jason." He stepped forward, wiping the
tears from the boy's face roughly, and then pushed him back against the
wall. "But you know what, since you're such a fucking crybaby, I might
just want to make you feel better. Maybe I'll give you what you want.
Just this once.  Hell, i'm so horny right now I can hardly stand it.  I
haven't seen my girlfriend in four days, since being here and i'm horny
as fuck. It might be a good idea to give you exactly what you want, to
use up this little fag.  My dick needs this."

He pulled his cock out, already hard, and pushed it against Jason's lips.
"You want this, don't you? You want my big hard stinky cock in your
mouth, you little faggot? Well, here it is. Suck on it." He forced
Jason's head down onto his dick, making him take it into his mouth. Jason
gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face as he tried to breathe
around the intrusion. He felt like he was going to throw up as Chris's
cock slid further and further down his throat.

Chris groaned, his hips bucking forward, his hand gripping Jason's hair
tightly. He was close, so close to coming, and the feel of Jason's mouth
around him was driving him wild. "That's it, you little faggot. Suck my
dick. Suck it good. Show me how much you want it." He let go of Jason's
hair, pushing him away roughly, and then grabbed his wrists, pulling them
above his head.

The younger boy let out a muffled cry as he was held in place, his body
trembling with fear and shame. Chris leaned in close, his breath hot
against Jason's ear. "You're such a dirty little faggot, aren't you?
You've been thinking about this all week, haven't you? About being with
me?" He paused, grinning wickedly before adding, "About having my big,
hard, hairy cock in your tight little tiny ass?"

Jason tried to shake his head no, tears streaming down his face. He felt
Chris position himself behind him, ripping down his board shorts, his
cock rubbing against his entrance. "You're such a slut, Jason. Such a
fucking slut. You want this, don't you?" He pushed forward, forcing the
tip of his cock inside the younger boy, loosening that tight little hole.
Jason  gasped, his body tensing up as Chris moved his meaty shaft back
and forth over the boy's hole.  Jason's eyes rolled back in pleasure.  He
knew this stud, that he had fantasized about, was about to rape his boy
butt.  He was about to stick that hairy meat inside him.

"You like that, you little faggot? You like being fucked by a real man?"
Chris growled, his hips moving to and fro thrusts deep and powerful,
against the crack of Jason's teen butt, occassionally the head of Chris's
pale penis would graze his hole, leaving streams of precum over the boys
hole.  Jason moaned, feeling overwhelmed with sensation. His body was on
fire, his ass tingling and aching for more. He could feel Chris's muscles
rippling beneath his skin as he moved, and the warmth of his breath on
the back of his neck.

"You like this faggot?  Is this what you wanted when you were spying on
me?", Chris barked.

Jason whimpered, "Yes, sir", his body moving in rhythm with the powerful
thrusts. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be dominated like this,
to be used by someone so strong and experienced, "This is what I
needed".  His own teen cock was rock hard, leaking precum as he imagined
what it would be like to be Chris's girlfriend, to have him fuck him all
day and all night.

"God, you're such a little faggot, I can't get over it," Chris growled.

Jason let spill out, finally, "i'm sorry sir", "I'm a faggot".  "I'm a
faggot for your man dick, sir".  "I want to get used by you, sir" .

Chris was overwhelmed, maybe he had gone too far....he was straight, god
damn it, what was he doing with this little faggot 13 year old?  He let
the little bitch suck on his dick, but was he really going to go through
with this, was he going to fuck the little boy?

Jason could sense the pause in the frenzy, he worried that the heat of
the moment might fade, that Chris would come to his senses, he turns his
head to look directly at the hairy stud towering behind him, and meekly
says, "Please Daddy, please fuck me, I need this, I need you inside me
Daddy".

The words fall from his lips like a prayer, and he feels a surge of power
as he says them. Chris's eyes widen, and he can't help but feel a twinge
of desire. The way Jason calls him Daddy, the way he begs to be
fucked...it's unlike anything he's ever experienced. He realizes that
he's not just fucking some random faggot anymore, he's giving this kid
what he craves, what he needs. And as much as he hates to admit it,
there's something satisfying about being the one to provide it.

With a growl, Chris thrusts forward, burying his cock to the hilt in
Jason's ass. The younger boy cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as
Chris's thick meat stretches and fills him. He can feel the head of
Chris's cock pressing against something deep inside him, and it's both
uncomfortable and oddly arousing. He doesn't want Chris to ever stop
fucking him.

Chris begins to move, his powerful hips driving him deeper into Jason
with each thrust. He's never felt anything like this before, the
sensation of being so tightly wrapped around him, the feeling of Jason's
ass muscles gripping his cock. It's overwhelming, and he can't help but
lose himself in the pleasure of it.  This little fag boy feels so much
better than my girlfriend, thought Chris.

Jason arches his back, his head thrown back as he moans in ecstasy. He
can feel every inch of Chris's cock buried inside him, and it's both
painful and exquisite. He's never felt so full, so wanted, so loved. He
wants this to last forever, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Chris, taken aback by the intensity of his feelings, begins to move
faster, his hips slapping against Jason's ass. He can feel the younger
boy's muscles tensing and relaxing around him, pulling him deeper with
each thrust. It's almost too much, the pleasure coursing through his
body, the knowledge that he's making this little faggot feel this way.

He loved fucking the little boy. It was wrong, it was sinful, but it felt
so right. The tightness, the heat, the way Jason's ass milked his cock
with each thrust...it was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He could
feel his own orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in his balls.
He gripped Jason's small hips harder, thrusting deeper, faster, wanting
to bury himself so deep inside the boy that he'd never find his way out.
He leaned forward, so that his mouth was right by Jason's ear, his hot
breathe whispering, "You're such a slut, Jason...you're my little faggot
whore...and I'm going to give you what you want...I'm going to make you
feel it...feel my cum...feel it spilling into your guts...feel it filling
you up...". "Do you want it Faggot?". "Do you want my seed?".

Jason moaned, his head thrown back, his body arched in pleasure. He could
feel Chris's hot breath on his neck, the words whispered into his ear,
and it only served to heighten the sensation, the intimacy of the moment.
He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but at the same time, he
couldn't help but crave it, need it. He wanted Chris to fill him up, to
make him feel wanted, needed.

As if in response to his unspoken desire, Chris thrust harder, deeper,
his hips slapping against Jason's ass. The younger boy cried out, his
body tensing and relaxing with each powerful stroke. It felt like Chris
was claiming him, branding him as his own. As Chris lifted his head, in
one last thrust about to cum, he is stunned frozen.  Before him, his Dad
is standing, watching the perverse scene in front of him, with a scowl on
his face.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" he demanded, his voice booming through
the shower area. Chris's heart skipped a beat as he tried to process the
situation. His mind reeled with confusion and fear. He didn't know what
to say.

His father's gaze shifted from him to Jason, and his expression turned to
one of disgust. "You! you little pervert. I knew you were a fag!  A fag
whore trying to fuck my oldest son, you disgust me!  I knew this would
happen, when Mark asked if we could bring you along with us to the
beach.  I knew you would pull some of this faggy shit!  Fucking Fag boy!
Are you proud of yourself?" Jason's eyes widened in shock and horror as
he struggled to process the words that had come out of the mans mouth. He
felt a stinging sensation in his chest as if he'd been punched. He had
never expected to feel like this, right after the most exhilarating
feeling he had ever had in his young 13 year old life.

Chris stood up, his cock still buried deep inside Jason's ass. He felt
both ashamed and angry at the same time. His father's words stung like a
slap in the face. He turned to face his dad, noticing the disapproval and
disgust etched on his features.

"You're wrong, Dad. Jason didn't do anything. I'm the one who...I mean,
we were just fooling around. It was my fault. I shouldn't have..." He
trailed off, not sure what else to say.

His Dad stammered, "Oh wait, so you did this?  What, now you're a fag
too?  My oldest boy, the apple of my eye....you are a faggot?"

Jason, still unable to process the turn of events, was crying silently.
He felt his insides twist and turn, and his heart hurt in a way he had
never experienced. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do.

Chris's father's expression softened slightly, but only for a moment.
"Get out of here, both of you. I don't ever want to see either of you in
this house again. You're both disgusting, perverted faggots. Get your
things and get out."

Jason stood, his little teen body on full display.  The boy was soaked
with sweat from the sex, his tanned skin shimmered.  At the same time
Chris, with his head held low and big lower lip out in pout shuffled his
feet.  His Father got a good look at his adult male body, it made him
proud.  Seeing what a strong man his son had become.  So beefy, his pale
skin with all the curly black hairs, he looked beautiful really.  The two
boys were such a contrast to each other, but both so beautiful.  Stan
felt his crotch swell looking at them both.  He spoke, "Jason, get down
on the ground.  Chris, you come here." He reached out his hand, beckoning
his oldest son. Chris walked over, naked, confused and frightened. "I
never wanted this for you, you know that, don't you?" His father said,
his voice low, almost gentle.

Chris nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Dad, I don't
know what happened. It just felt good, and I didn't want to hurt you. I
didn't think..."

Stan sighed, rubbing his forehead. He reach out and grasped his oldest
boy by the chin, rolling his rough thumb over his boy's pale face "You
should have thought, Chris. You should have known better. Now you've
brought this disgusting boy into our home, and you've tarnished your
reputation. Maybe this is a lesson for you. Maybe this is the time for
you to learn some self-control."  As Stan's voice trailed off, his thumb
ran across Chris's lip, stalling, playing with the lips, parting them,
for all but a mere instance.

Chris nodded, still sniffling. He wanted to believe that his father was
right, that this was just a mistake and that he could learn from it. But
the look in his father's eyes, the way he was speaking about
Jason...about himself. It was like he was a stranger to Chris. He
couldn't help but feel weird, wait a sec, was his Dad hard right now?
Chris looked down at his Dad's crotch and noticed it to be much larger
than normal.

"Dad...are you...?" Chris hesitated, unable to finish the question.

His father smiled, a sick, knowing grin. "Yes, son. I am. It's not right,
but...I can't help it....you just made me so angry, seeing you fucking
that little faggot, watching your body thrust into him." He sighed
heavily, letting go of Chris's chin. He took Chris's hand and placed it
on his engorged cock.  "You feel what you did to me?  Does this feel
right to you, son? ".  "Well, does it?"

Chris stared at his father in disbelief. His father had always been the
one to set the rules, to guide him, to protect him. Now, in this moment,
he was reduced to nothing more than a sexual object. A tool for his
father's pleasure. He swallowed hard, feeling his own body respond to the
contact with his father's cock. It was hard to think clearly, to know
what was right or wrong. He looked up into his father's eyes, trying to
read them, trying to understand.  Jason was in shock too, seeing the
older Dad, make his son, the object of Jason's lust, touch his meat, left
Jason with his mouth open in awe.

Stan wrapped his son's hand around his member, through the fabric in his
pants and moved it up and down.  He watched the boy looking so nervous,
taking a big gulp as he let his hand be used as a toy for his father.
Stan issued, "You see Chris, you see what the two of you have done?".
 "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"I don't know, Dad...I don't..." Chris stammered, his voice shaking. He
felt so confused, so dirty. His father's hand was still moving his own,
making him rub the head of his cock, Chris could feel the precum leaking
through his Dad's sweatpants.  He looked down at Jason, still on the
ground, his gaze flicking up to meet Chris's for a brief moment before
dropping again. The little boys beautiful thin body, so tan and
glistening.  He could see the boy was tugging at his hard nail of a teen
dick, already leaking sweet drops of boy seed.

"Maybe..." Stan started, his voice low and raspy. "...maybe you
can...apologize to me. Maybe you can tell me how sorry you are for
sticking your dick in this little faggot here.  And maybe..." His voice
trailed off as he squeezed Chris's hand harder, around his own Daddy
cock, his breathing becoming more labored. "...maybe then you can make
things right between the two of us?"

Chris looked up at his father, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
He could feel the head of his father's cock pushing against the fabric of
his pants, straining to be free. He wanted to apologize, to make his
father happy again, but the words stuck in his throat. He glanced down at
Jason, still on the floor, and something inside him snapped. He felt a
surge of anger and humiliation, and without thinking, he kicked Jason as
hard as he could in the side.

Jason let out a sharp cry of pain and rolled onto his side, clutching his
ribs. His beautiful blue eyes narrowed as he glared up at Chris.   Chris
barked, "You little shit!" he spat. "You see what you did?  You see what
you caused?  This exactly what faggots do!"

His father, seeing his son's anger, pulled his hand away from Chris's
crotch, letting go of the boy's hardening erection. "Chris..." he warned.

But it was too late. Enraged by the pain and the humiliation of the past
few moments, Chris lashed out again, this time kicking Jason even harder.
The smaller boy cried out in pain, his body rolling away from the force
of the blow. "You fucking faggot!" Chris screamed, his voice high with
anger and fear. "You deserve this! You made me do it!"

Stan watched, as his oldest got fired up, so angry he was spitting the
words out at the little faggot on the ground.  He liked seeing his son
like this, it aroused him.  Without a word, he lowers his zipper and
fishes his beefy daddy dick out of his fly.  He presents it in the air,
grasping it tight.  Watching as his son lands another blow on the
pathetic little boy.  The boy was in a fetal position, Stan could see the
boys tight, but puffy pink hole.  He could tell he'd been used recently.

"Fuck him!" Stan growls. "Give him what he deserves."

He holds his cock out, the tip glistening in the dim light from the
patio. Chris looks up at his father, his eyes wide with confusion and
fear. For a moment, he thinks  his father means for him to apologize to
Jason. He glances down at the smaller boy, who's still curled up on the
ground, and hesitates. But then he sees the depravity in his father's
eyes, and he knows what he's expected to do.

With a deep breath, Chris squats down beside Jason. The little boy
flinches as he moves, trying to shield himself. But Chris doesn't care.
He grabs Jason's hair, forcing his head up to look at him. The boy's eyes
are filled with tears, and his face is red from the beating. Chris feels
a surge of power course through him as he lines up his hips over Jason's
body. He can feel his meaty cock begin to swell.  He takes a deep breath,
and looks for approval in his Dad's eyes.

"Go on, son," Stan encourages him, "give it to him good....he's just a
faggot, he wants this, he needs it."

Chris shudders, feeling the enormity of what he's about to do. But he
can't resist his father's voice, his father's eyes, his father's cock. He
pushes forward, feeling his cockhead press against Jason's entrance. The
smaller boy lets out a choked sound, and Chris hesitates for a moment,
feeling the boy's body tense beneath him. But then he remembers what
Jason did, how faggoty it was, how demanding his Dad is, how hard he
is....and he slams his hips forward, impaling himself in Jason's spent
hole.

He groans, feeling his cock stretch and fill the younger boy. Jason cries
out, his body jolting beneath Chris. His father grunts in approval,
encouraging him with words of dominance and humiliation. Chris begins to
thrust, feeling the tight heat of Jason's body envelop him. His movements
are jerky and animalistic, driven by a primal urge to dominate and
possess. He growls, feeling the pleasure build inside him as he takes
what he believes is rightfully his.

Stan moves closer to the boys, his cock still hard and leaking precum in
an almost steady stream.  He watches as Chris begins to pick up speed,
his movements becoming more confident and forceful. He can see the boys
beautiful white butt flex and hump, the pleasure etched on Chris's face,
and it only serves to inflame his own perverse desire. Without warning,
he grabs Chis roughly by the hair and yanks his head towards his aching
cock. "Suck it, boy!" he growls, shoving his engorged member into Chris's
mouth. "Taste it, taste what a real man's cock tastes like."

As Chris begins to suck, Stan reaches down and grabs Jason roughly by the
hair as well. He forces the smaller boy's head up to watch his son
servicing him. "See, Jason? This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is
what you need." He gives Jason's cock a rough yank, making the boy cry
out in pain and pleasure. "You wanted a real man to take you and use you,
didn't you?" He lets go of Jason's hair, pushing the smaller boy back
down onto his hands and knees. "Then take it, boy. Take what you came
for."

Stan's words seem to fuel Jason's arousal, and he begins to thrust his
hips forward, impaling himself on Chris's cock. The older boy's eyes roll
back in his head as he feels the heat and tightness of Jason's body
surrounding him. He grabs the boy's shoulders, his fingers digging into
the soft flesh as he holds him in place. "......mmmph......Fuck yeah,
Jason," he growls, his words barely understandable with his father's cock
assaulting his mouth, "take it all,....mmmph....take everything I've
got.....mmmph"

The sounds of their bodies slapping together echo in the outdoor area,
Stan looks at his son, choking on his fat dick and says, "That's it,
Chris, take it like a good little faggot. Suck it, suck your daddy's
cock." His words seem to fuel Chris even more, and he begins to move his
hips faster, thrusting deeper into Jason's body. "Make your Daddy feel
good, while you fuck that deserving little faggot."  The younger boy
moans and cries out in pleasure, his movements matching Chris's, his body
urging him to go deeper, to take more.  Chris is lost in lust, the
combination of fucking the tight helpless teen and the perversity of
choking down his own father's stinky, slick cock, was too much, he was on
the edge.

Stan watches them, his own hand moving faster, pumping his cock in and
out of his son's throat, feeling the warmth and wetness as he chokes down
on his flesh. His free hand reaches down, cups Jason's balls, squeezing
and massaging them roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from the boy. "Oh,
yeah," he growls, "you like that, don't you? My son's cock feels so good
in you, doesn't it?" Jason nods frantically, his hips moving faster as he
tries to take more of Chris's length.  "Yes Daddy, I love your son's cock
filling me up, raping me."

Chris feels himself getting closer and closer, the pressure building in
his loins. He grits his teeth, his hands digging painfully into Jason's
shoulders as he tries to hold back the impending orgasm. He glances up at
his father, watching the older man's face twist in pleasure as he
brutally fucks his mouth. "Cum for me, Chris," he rasps, "give it all to
Daddy." The words send a shiver down Chris's spine, and he can feel his
control slipping.

As if in response, Jason moans and arches his back, pushing himself
harder against Chris. His own orgasm is building, the tightness in his
belly growing more and more intense. He gasps and pants, his words
garbled as he tries to form words around the pleasure that is coursing
through him. "Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum..." he manages to get out,
before his words are cut off by a loud moan as his body is wracked by an
intense orgasm. His hot cum spurts out of his teen dick, onto the ground,
coating his legs and thighs.

Seeing the boy cum beneath him, Chris follows suit, his body tensed and
trembling as he releases his own hot seed deep inside Jason. He groans,
his hips bucking wildly as he comes, his cock twitching and throbbing as
it empties its meaty self into the younger boy, filling his tight hole
with cum.  As he is cuming, he closes his mouth around his Daddy's dick
and encircles the cock with his tongue.

Stan lets out a long, satisfied groan, his eyes rolling back in his head
as he feels his boy clamp down on his cock.  "Good boy, Chris, you've
made your Daddy so proud.  You're such a good faggot boy for Daddy." He
reaches down and puts both hands around his son's head, forcing him into
his crotch, swallowing the entire length of his shaft.  He is so turned
on, the thought of violating his son is too much.

Chris feels his father's rough hands gripping his head, forcing him
deeper. He chokes on the thick meat, tears streaming down his face as he
tries to breathe. He looks down at Jason, lying beneath him, used up and
tired, then back up to his father. The expression on his father's face is
one of pure possession, of ownership. It's a look that Chris has never
seen before, it makes him shiver with excitement.

Stan, his father, grunts and groans as his son's throat works overtime,
taking him deeper. He can feel the tightness of the boy's throat, the
heat emanating from his body, the strength of his sucking. He can't
believe how turned on he is, how much he needs this. He reaches down,
grabs a handful of Chris's hair, pulling him closer still.  "Do you love
your Daddy?"  "Tell Daddy how much you love him".

Chris gasps for air, the pain in his throat intense, but he doesn't want
to disappoint his father. He wants to make him proud. He looks down at
Jason, his face still wet with his cum, his body limp and exhausted. He
can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, a desire to reclaim the boy as
his own, just as he knows he is being claimed, now, by his father.
 ".....mmmph....I love you Daddy.....mmph".

Stan moans, feeling the vibrations of his son's voice through his cock.
He thrusts deeper, feeling Chris gag on him. He's so close, so close to
release. He can feel it building in his balls, his whole body tense with
anticipation. He looks down at his son, watching the way he struggles to
breathe, the way he fucks the boy's mouth with such abandon. It's
beautiful, it's erotic, it's everything he ever could have hoped for.

As Stan reaches the peak of his orgasm, he lets out a long, guttural
groan, feeling his hot cum spurt down his son's throat. He holds him
there, feeling the boy's throat convulse as it tries to expel the
overwhelming amount of cum. He's still thrusting, even as he comes down
from the high, relishing the feel of his son's wet, warm mouth on his
cock.  He keeps him there, his nose pressed up against his stinky, sweaty
pubes...

Jason, still on the ground, watches as his lover, his Chris, is used like
this. He tries to pull away, but Stan's grip on his hair is too strong.
He looks at Chris, feeling a mix of anger, betrayal, and desire. He wants
him back, but he also wants to be with his father. He can feel his own
arousal beginning to stir in his groin once more, despite the pain and
exhaustion.

As Stan finally releases his grip on Chris's hair, the boy falls forward,
panting heavily. He swallowed every drop his Dad was kind enough to give
him.  His eyes are glassy and unfocused, but he glances back at Jason, a
hint of shame and regret in his expression. Jason looks back at him,
unblinking. He wants to hate him, but he can't help but feel a stirring
within him.

Stan catches his breath, finally pulling his softening cock out of
Chris's mouth. He reaches down, gripping his son's shoulder roughly and
pushing him upright. "Get up, boy. Time to clean up this mess." Chris
stumbles to his feet, his legs unsteady from the ordeal. He turns to
Jason, offering a tentative hand. "I'm sorry, Jason. I don't know what
came over me."

Jason looks up at Chris, his expression unreadable. He takes Chris's
hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. His body aches from the
rough treatment he's endured, but there's a part of him that's still
aroused. He glances over at Stan, then back at Chris. "It's okay, Chris.
I understand." But even as he says the words, he knows he doesn't really
understand at all.

Stan watches them for a moment, his expression unreadable. He clears his
throat, glancing away for a moment before meeting their eyes again. "Why
don't you two clean up, huh? it's about time for dinner".  I'm going to
go take a shower.