Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2018 11:34:53 -0500 From: Whipped Subject: Have you fucked him yet? Category: incest/authoritarian This story is fiction and not based on any real events or people. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. Sorry for any errors regarding culture or whatever. I didn't use a specific country so I wouldn't offend anyone. Story is kind of long, I guess. I like setting things up. You must be at least eighteen to read this story. Never do this stuff in real life. If you enjoy nifty, donate. Chapter 2 When I woke up the next morning, I was hungover as fuck. I was also ready to get the fuck out of dodge. I tried to believe last night was a really messed up dream. I don't think any straight man wants to believe he enjoyed boy pussy that much or that he did the kind of violent shit I did to their own flesh and blood. That pretending lasted only until Yakub served me breakfast. He was limping and gingerly moving across the room. Not only was his slowness a sign, but I could tell it was because I had torn his asshole wide open. The slap from Ahmed had also left a bruise on his cheek. He stood still in the corner and watched as I ate. He refilled my drink, brought me extra fruit, and said nothing. I found myself really wishing he spoke more English so the silence would be broken. After I finished my food, he removed the plates and drink. Then he began undressing. I froze. All he wore was underwear, headwear, and that traditional Muslim shirt dress thing they called a thobe. In seconds, he was nude. I stared at him naked for the first time after having fucked him. He had the build of my first girlfriend who was a gymnast. Not muscular, but not soft. Lithe. His stomach and nipples and even balls had bruises. I must have gotten even rougher than I remembered. I wanted to apologize, but wasn't even sure where to start. He said, "Ahmed say do this." Then he walked over to where I sat and knelt. I had slept naked. I get dressed after breakfast and a shower. To say I felt vulnerable was an understatement. Then he reached out and grasped my cock. He lifted it up and then I felt his tongue on my balls. His tongue flicked on my nuts and lapped them up and down. My dick started to harden. Here was this bruised, naked, young, fit boy who should be out banging pussy. Instead, he was spit bathing my nuts the night after I fucked him bloody. And he was my own fucking son. When I felt his lips wrap around my dickhead, all thought of apology went out the window. I had beaten the shit out of faggots in school. I knew how to treat a faggot cocksucker, family or not, willing or not. And it wasn't nice. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and shoved down. He gagged and tried pulling off, but I kept him down and thrust my hips up hard. Then it happened. For the first time in my life, I felt lips meet my balls as my dick forced its way through a throathole. I started really fucking his throat. He was making gagging and retching and choking sounds and his legs were kicking out. It was like I was literally suffocating him on my dick. It was the best thing I ever saw, heard, or felt. Finally, I let his head go and he collapsed. I watched him trying to catch his breath. His bruised little body was now covered in snot and throat and dick juice. He looked so much like Jeremy. I gave him a minute and then stood up. I had seen a porn years ago about throatfucking and I realized I finally had the chance to try it. To recreate it even, except with this kid instead of the bitch from the movie. I grabbed him by his red hair and dragged him into the bedroom. I looked at him for a second, all skinny and clearly terrified out of his mind. My dick got harder. I picked him up then and laid him on his back on my bed. I placed his head hanging just off the edge of the bed. I saw his dick and it made me pause for a minute. This was my son. A boy. I was about to dick a guy's throat. Somehow, the fact his dick was completely soft made me feel better about it. And nobody would know. I mounted his face like a pussy. I took hold of his head and held him still. Then I rubbed my sloppy dick all over his face before placing it on his tongue and shoving it deep. He retched, but I got it balls deep quick. I started using his throat the way I did his butt the night before. He wasn't just gagging now. He actually threw up once. I gave him a second to get it all out and then buried my dick in him again. You can imagine how long it took me to nut. After maybe five minutes of treating his throat like a whores cunt, I jizzed straight into his stomach. I held my dick in his throat for a second, soaking it in his throat pussy. Then I pulled out and went to shower.