Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 17:00:13 +0000
From: Jane Smith <allseeingpigeon@outlook.com>
Subject: Submission - Count Your Blessings - chapter 7

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This is the last chapter and completes COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS.

~&~

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
CHAPTER SEVEN

I started counting down the days to Tristan's 11th birthday. Every jack-off
fantasy I had now involved him; every play session included him in some
way. Lilah understood my obsession. Hell, she encouraged it, testing my
self-control every time I ground my hard, aching cock between my son's
cheeks. I lost count of the number of times my spunk splattered up between
his narrow shoulder-blades.

His preparation continued, and intensified. Lilah and I helped him take
increasingly wider and longer plugs. My cock would still be the biggest
thing he'd ever had inside him, but I'd go slow.

I hoped I could be careful.

Finally -- after days of frantic fantasies, of beating my meat every
opportunity I got, of working inch after inch of my hard cock down
Tristan's throat -- after days of blowing out his back, fingering his tight
little hole, flogging his tiny boycock to one shaking dry orgasm after
another -- the clock struck midnight on his 11th birthday.

Lilah was asleep in bed beside me. I was too excited to settle. I'd had an
erection for hours, counting down the hours and then the minutes. She'd
wanted me to wait until at least breakfast before I fucked my boy, but I
just could not wait.

I slipped out of bed, naked as the day I was born, and crossed the hall to
his room. He was sleeping peacefully, curled up on his side, his thumb in
his mouth. I almost didn't have the heart to wake him... almost.

"Hey there, buddy," I said, shaking him gently awake, kneeling beside his
bed.

"Dad?" he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He was fucking adorable.

"It's your birthday."

He glanced at the digital display and groaned. "Dad, it's like midnight."

"Five past midnight. Don't you want your present?"

"Present?" That made him wake up quick.

"Uh huh." I leaned back, letting him see my hard-on. "You want Daddy to
fuck you, right?"

"Yeah." He grinned, that big, beaming grin that made me melt. "Yeah, I want
that."

"Good boy." I reached out and ruffled his hair, leaning in to brush a kiss
across his lips.

I got up, making sure to close his bedroom door, then crossed back to the
bed. He'd already pushed his blanket aside and was pulling off his sleep
shorts and T-shirt. I reached into his bedside table for the bottle of lube
we'd started keeping in there -- right beside his favourite plugs -- and
climbed up onto his bed.

I took the time to appreciate his naked little body. I pushed him down onto
his back and ran my hands over his smooth, hairless skin. His dicklet
chubbed up almost immediately. I kept my hands away from it, knowing that
when I started touching him that way I wasn't going to stop.

I knelt between his legs and started kissing him, grinding my hard cock
against the mattress to get a little friction. His mouth was hot and wet,
his kisses sloppy and without finesse, even after months of practise. I
kissed his throat. His collar bones. I licked a damp trail down between his
nipples, swiping left and right to suck each tiny nub into my mouth. He was
soon squirming underneath me, his chest pink from my stubble, a hot, hungry
look in his eyes.

I moved lower, hooking my hands under his knees and pushing his legs back
to his ears. His supple young body moved easily, exposing his small cock
and pink asshole to my devouring gaze. Hmm, where to start? Ass, or dick?

The dicklet bobbing in my face was too much of a lure to resist, and I
sucked him into my mouth. I took my time blowing him, exploring his shaft
with my tongue, working it around the head. One day I'd swallow his cum --
I'd fucking bathe in the stuff -- but not today.

I bobbed my head up and down his cock, sucking and licking as I flicked my
thumbs over his sensitive nipples. His breathing had quickened and he was
starting to make delicious moaning noises. His hips bucked and trembled as
he came.

I didn't give him any time to recover. Leaving his now limp but still
twitching dick alone, I dived on his inviting boy-hole, spitting on it to
get it wet and then driving my tongue inside. He kept moaning, gasping,
still coming down from his orgasm.

I briefly covered his mouth and nose with my hand, partially to muffle his
noise so he didn't wake Lilah, partially for the dark thrill of suffocating
my son. When he was older we'd start on breath play, but this, now, was
enough to make my cock throb even harder. He whimpered and struggled.

I relented and slid two fingers into his mouth. He didn't try to stop
me. Trust shone in his eyes, trust and need and want. I'd worked him up so
hot he'd let me do anything, absolutely anything, that I wanted.

I worked my fingers across his tongue, inside his cheeks, pushing them
gently down his throat. He gagged a little, then -- oh, fuck -- started
sucking them.

I pulled them free with a wet pop, then slid them both inside my son's
tight, twitching hole.

He yelped. I slowly fingered his ass, working him open. He shivered and
writhed under my grip, his dick jumping to full hardness as I found his
prostate. I kept tagging it until I pushed him into a squealing orgasm. I
put my hand over his mouth again, avoiding his nose this time.

The sick part of me wanted to see him struggling to breathe...

No. Not now. This was just about breaking him in, using my solid 8 inches
of cock to mark him as mine.

I grabbed the lube and dripped it over his twitching hole and my fingers,
pushing deeper. His tired little dick twitched to life yet again. I
wondered how many times I could make him cum before he ran out of energy?
Now that would be a hell of a birthday present.

I slathered up my cock and lined it up with his gorgeous pink hole. The
size difference seemed incredible; there was no way, surely, that the head
of my cock would get past that tiny little gape.

"Ready, baby boy?" I asked.

"Y-yeah..." He was panting and needy, hot for whatever I wanted to do to
him.

"Say it." I bent and kissed the soft skin inside his thigh.

"I want you to f-fuck me, Dad."

"Yeah? You want this big cock inside you, huh?" I nipped his skin, making
him twitch. "You want Daddy to make you his little bitch?"

"Yes!" He was nodding fervently, his eyes on fire. "I want to be your
bitch, I want your cock..."

I started pushing against his ring. Slow and steady. His face twisted with
discomfort; he knew this was going to hurt, maybe hurt a lot (even with
months of prep) but there wasn't a force on Earth that would stop me now. I
kept pushing, a hand around the base of my cock to make sure I stayed on
point.

"Dad," he whined.

I ignored him and pushed deeper. The head of my cock was inside him. His
hole had stretched, glistening with lube, pushing his ass cheeks apart. It
was obscene. It was beautiful.

"Dad, it really hurts..." His voice wavered. He was suffering. The evil
bastard inside me liked that.  Deeper still. Stretching him open. Forcing
my cock inside him.

"Dad... Daddy..." He was moments away from tears, but still he didn't try
to push me away. His ass was the tightest thing I'd ever fucked, so tight I
knew I wasn't going to last long. I was going to bust my nut inside my own
son.

"Gonna breed you, boy," I grunted, pushing even deeper. Now he did start
crying, little hitching sobs that made him shake. "Daddy's bitch. Take
it. Take it."

"Daddy, it hurts! It hurts! Stop, please stop!"

His pain turned me on like nothing I'd ever felt before. My balls were hard
and hot and I was only half-way inside him. With a feral grunt I rammed my
cock in all the way, wrenching a scream from his young throat.

He screamed again as I drove inside him. I slapped my hand over his mouth,
knowing it was too late, knowing Lilah must have heard, not caring. Nothing
mattered except branding my son. I covered his nose, almost delirious with
pleasure, enjoying the way he writhed and struggled against me. He was
desperate for air I wouldn't let him have.

The door flew open. Lilah stood in the doorway, a horrified look on her
face, but it was too late -- I fucked Tristan hard, slamming into his
tender young boy-pussy, roaring like a bear as I shot rope after rope of
cum into my son.


~&~


Of course, there were consequences. I'd always known there would be. I
hadn't given a shit about them as I bred my boy, but I sure cared about
them now. And -- because I loved my family -- I would endure those
consequences.

"You're lucky there's no real damage," she said after a good half-hour
yelling at me. "His hole is swollen and sore, and he'll be sitting funny
for a few days, but there's no bleeding."

I kept my head down and said nothing. There was nothing I could say that
would make this right.

"I can tolerate you being rough with him," she continued. "I kind of
expected you would be, but I'd hoped you would at least have the decency to
wait until I was there before you touched him. But what gets me the most is
that he said `stop', Jacob, very clearly. I heard that from the hall. He
said stop and you carried right on ploughing his ass."

She was right, of course. What I'd done had been unforgivable.

"This isn't just a fuck-up, so I'm not going to punish you the way I
usually would. You're not getting spanked. You're not getting fucked with
the biggest dildo I can find, and I'm not going to flog your ass until you
bleed. There's only one punishment I can think of that fits what you
did. I'm going to let Ranger turn you into his bitch."

I gulped. Ranger was our guard dog, a huge Mastiff-type animal that lived
out in the yard. Bandit and Smoky were mostly indoor dogs, but Ranger never
came in the house.

He was going to tear my asshole to shreds.


~&~


Lilah sent me out into the yard, still naked, shivering now from the
cold. I huddled on the back step until she came out holding Tristan's
hand. They'd dressed warmly, making me even more conscious of my own
nakedness.

"Tristan..."

"Don't answer him," Lilah said crisply. "And Jacob, don't talk to
him. There's no way you're being forgiven until you've been treated the
same way you treated your son."

"But I will be forgiven?" I asked hesitantly.

She looked down at Tristan. "That's for him to decide."

We headed across the yard to the small wooden hut I'd built for Ranger. The
floodlight came on. A deep, booming bark rolled through the night air, and
our biggest dog came bounding over.

Ranger was fucking huge. His back was level with my waist, and he probably
weighed more than me. As with Bandit, he also knew that a naked human meant
sex, but because of his size we'd had to make sure he was a lot better
trained.

"Ranger, stand!" Lilah snapped. The dog stopped in his tracks, heavy jowls
slobbering on the dirt. My wife turned to me. "Get him ready."

"Lilah..."

"Now, Jacob. Or I'll let him go in dry."

That was enough of a threat to get me moving. I knelt down next to Ranger,
the top of my head barely level with his back. He was fucking huge. I eyed
him warily, hoping he wouldn't bite when I went for his junk.

He didn't. I started jerking his fat sheathe with one hand and fondling his
big, furry balls with the other. Ranger's panting seemed very loud in the
quiet of the yard, and his breathe steamed in the air, illuminated by the
floodlights.

The dog's long, thick cock began to poke out. Inch by inch. His dick was
longer than mine, thicker than my brother-in-law's, with a flatter, more
blunted tip than Bandit's. Thick purple veins traced the length of his
scarlet shaft. I'd sucked his cock a lot in the past, making sure I got my
hand in front of his knot so he didn't ram it down my throat, but I'd only
let him take my ass a few times. And never his knot.

Ranger started prancing around me, trying to lick my ass. I felt the broad
sweep of his wet tongue and shuddered, resisting the urge to stroke my
dick. This wasn't about pleasure.

"Down," Lilah said. "Hands and knees."

I knelt on all fours and spread my legs. Lilah bent and buckled a heavy
leather collar around my neck. Despite the impending ordeal -- or maybe
because of it? -- my cock was hard again. I knew that wouldn't last. As
soon as Ranger started stabbing my ass, all bets were off.

"Get him ready," she told Tristan, handing him the same bottle of lube I'd
used on him.  Tristan moved behind me. I turned my head to look at him;
Lilah grabbed the collar and tugged.

"Keep your head up," she ordered. "When Ranger starts fucking you, I want
our son to see your face." My cock throbbed harder. I knew I was perverse,
but my wife was on another level.

I felt cold, sticky lube dribbling over my exposed hole. There'd be no
prep, no stretching. No gentle working open.

I was afraid. I was aroused.

Tristan moved back into my line of sight. He and Lilah stood directly in
front of me, no more than 5 or 6 feet. I was aware of Ranger behind me. I
tried to brace myself, looking Tristan directly in the eye. I'd put my son
through this. For his sake, I'd take what I'd dished out.

"Ranger, mount," Lilah commanded.

The dog heaved himself over my back, growling and rumbling. His claws
scratched my back and hips, drawing deep welts that seared and burned. I
winced, struggling to keep my head up when all I wanted to do was hunch in
on myself.

Ranger's erection stabbed randomly at my ass, my thighs, slicking between
my cheeks and even over my spine. I tried to relax my hole, knowing what
was coming, but when he finally found his target I couldn't help but cry
out.

Ranger's hips humped with frenetic energy as he pumped that massive cock
inside me. I kept my eyes fixed on Tristan for as long as I could, finally
letting my head drop. Ranger pumped deeper, his cock sawing in and out of
my ass. The pain was intense, almost as much as I could handle, but that
fat shaft was banging against my prostate -- so even though it hurt like
hell, my cock was still stiff as a rake.

Lilah stepped forward and sank her fingers into my hair, hauling my head
up.

"Look at him," she growled as Ranger forced his way into my ass. "Look at
your son. This is what you did to him. Payback's a bitch, and so are you."

Ranger's frantic humping increased. I yelled out, the pain intensifying,
staring at Tristan. This was what I deserved and part of me was taking
perverse satisfaction from knowing he was seeing my punishment, knowing he
was seeing my subjugation.

And the tent in his jeans told me loud and clear that he enjoyed
watching. The sight of his father getting fucked, or the idea of my pain
and punishment -- even a mix of both -- either way, he was getting off on
it. And it just added to my own deviant pleasure.

Ranger was slobbering all over my back and shoulders, his claws raking my
hips, ribs, and thighs. I felt his knot battering against my stretched
hole. Felt my resistance as it stretched further still --

He rammed his knot inside my ass. I screamed.

Ranger's humping stopped. I tried to hold myself still, wanting to slump
but knowing any movement would damage my abused hole even more. I was
shivering with pain, whimpering, close to tears. This was so fucked up.

Lilah let my head drop and stepped back. Her hand went under the waistband
of her jeans, and the way her hand moved let me know she was rubbing her
clit. Her cheeks were flushed.

"Look at him," she said to Tristan. "He's Ranger's bitch now. On all fours
on the hard ground, pumped full of dog cum."

Ranger's cock was still nudging my prostate. With the amount of cum
swirling around inside me, that pressure was only getting worse. My dick
twitched and bobbed. The pain... the degradation... I was a slut for my
dog, a slut for my wife, and especially a slut for my son.

Ranger turned, thumping down onto all fours. I screamed again as the
movement tugged at the knot lodged tightly in my ass.

Tristan's hand moved to his crotch. There was no expression on his face,
but there was something hard and vicious in his eyes. Something I'd never
seen before. Something I'd put there.

He unzipped his jeans. His cocklet sprang out, hard as hell. Oh, man -- was
he going to jerk off to this?

Better. Or worse. He stepped closer, staring down at me, and I knew what I
had to do. I bobbed my head, sucked his cock into my mouth, and blew him.

He came almost immediately, shaking and fucking my mouth, his hips slamming
against my face. Lilah's deep groan told me she was also cumming.

The degradation was too perfect. The pain was too intense. I came so hard I
could barely hold myself up, shooting rope after rope of spunk all over the
dirt.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lilah cupped my face, briefly slipping her pussy-scented fingers into my
mouth. I sucked them in reflexive response.

"I know you are." She stroked my cheek, then dropped a kiss on the top of
my head. "And in another fifteen minutes or so, when Ranger's knot goes
down enough to pull out, I'll take care of you. And then I think we need to
have a conversation about how our play-time's going to work in future. I
think our son likes seeing you on your knees."

Yeah. I think I liked it, too. The future was going to be... interesting.

THE END