Dad Plays with Pauly

DAD PLAYS WITH PAULY

(trans, incest, watersports, CNC, humiliation)

By videodromatic@gmail.com

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Part 1.

You've been in your bedroom for hours trying to take some good pics. You try on different outfits -- some masc, some femme -- and you also pose naked.

It's difficult to get a good shot of both your holes spread open for free use, even when you prop your phone on the mirror and use the timer. But eventually you get a good shot.

You're on your back, legs akimbo, knees bent. Your boy holes are perfectly exposed. Two fingers are peeling your boy cunt open. The other hand is pinching your nipple. Your face is just barely visible, and you have an expression of absolute bliss.

This is it. This is the pic you'll post to r/ftmspunished tonight. Even though it shows your face. You feel so ready for this. You want to be used. You want your DMs filled with abuse and far-out fantasies from strangers. You want it so bad. You need to cum so bad.

You stop gazing at your photo long enough to open reddit. Scroll to ftmspunished. Write the post. Done.

Might as well send it to that one older guy that was flirting with you over text. You open up your text app and send the photo. You write, "like my pic daddy? want to use my holes? I need to be raped so bad"

You switch back to reddit, climb into your bed and start refreshing the browser, waiting for the messages to roll in.

Suddenly there's a series of knocks at your door.

"Unlock this door, please. Now."

It's your father's voice. Suddenly nervous, you get up, put on your old bathrobe and unlock the door.

He's standing there in the hallway, wearing his own bathrobe and slippers -- his usual post-dinner, pre-bedtime outfit. He towers over you. He stares at you from under his heavy eyebrows. His unruly beard and mustache make his expression hard to read. Is he ... angry?

"Care to explain yourself, Pauly?" he asks.

"Um ... what do you mean?"

Your father holds up his phone. Right there, somehow, on his phone ... is the photo you just took.

Speechless, you take an involuntary step backwards.

"Answer me," he says in a low voice.

"Dad, I -- I don't understand -- "

You look at your phone. You pull up your texts. Yes. You did this. You sent the photo to the wrong person.

"Did you mean it?" your father asks, again in that low voice.

You look up at him again. To your surprise and embarrassment, you feel your boy pussy get even wetter. Did you mean it? Maybe? ... Yes?

"No, Dad, I mean -- that wasn't meant for -- I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, kiddo," your dad says. He opens his bathrobe. He's naked underneath. Your eyes follow the trail of hair down his chest and belly to his hard cock, a bead of precum glistening on its tip.

"Oh my god, Dad! I didn't -- "

"Be quiet now, son," he murmurs, stepping into your room and closing your door behind him. He drops his bathrobe to the floor and starts to pull at his hard cock.

"No, Dad, I don't want --"

Quickly, he shoves you onto your bed. Your bathrobe flies up, exposing your holes.

"Jesus, look how fucking wet you are," he blurts. "You really do want this, don't you?"

"Dad, let me explain --"

"Call me Daddy," he says, seizing your ankles and pushing your legs back over your head, exposing your holes completely. He leers down at your soaking wet boy pussy.

"So that's what all this transgender shit is about, huh? You're just horny? Want some Daddy cock in your little pussy?"

"What? No, Dad!"

He presses his hard cock against your pussy without entering you.

"Why are you so wet, then? You want my daddy cock?"

"Oh god, Daddy, I -- yes, I -- I mean, no --"

But it's too late. He reaches down and slides into you effortlessly, filling you up. You both cry out -- his is a sound of pleasure, while yours is a gasp of pain.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!"

"That's right, baby. Fuck Daddy."

He starts to piston in and out of you. It hurts, but it feels so good. Better than anything. His cock isn't huge but he knows how to use it, coming in at just the right angle. His rough, hairy hand reaches down to yank and tug at your little boy cock.

"I've wanted this so bad," your father murmurs as he pounds into you. "For years. You don't even know."

"For -- for years?"

"Yes, baby."

"Oh my god!"

You're disgusted and humiliated, but you can't help yourself. You're also so fucking turned on. More turned on than you've been in your entire life. Your sopping wet cunt and rock hard nipples are the evidence.

Your dad stops for a moment. "I just had an idea," he says. "Don't move."

He turns away long enough to pick up his bathrobe and retrieve his phone from his pocket. Then he steps back to you, slides his cock inside, and starts tapping on his phone.

"Dad, what are you --"

"I want to remember this forever," he says, "Fucking my son's pussy. I mean, my daughter's pussy. I'm so glad you're gonna be Daddy's little girl from now on."

"No, Dad, please don't -- "

"Be quiet and let me shoot this video."

He holds the phone close to where the two of you are joined together.

"Look at that fucking tight little pussy," he groans. "I'm splitting my daughter's pussy in two."

You whimper, unable to stop him.

He tilts his camera up to your face. "Tell me what you want," he says. "Tell the whole world what you want."

You close your eyes and shake your head. You feel tears course down your cheeks.

"Say it," he says, fucking you harder, faster. "Say it!"

Despite your burning shame and humiliation, you can feel an orgasm building up inside of you.

"No, Daddy!" you shout.

"Fucking say it!" he yells. "My beautiful baby girl, tell Daddy what you want!"

When he calls you that, there's no turning back. You feel the orgasm churning up to the surface as his cock continues to batter you.

"Daddy, I -- oh my god, I --"

"Say it, baby! Tell Daddy what you want!"

"Daddy," you gasp, tears in your eyes, "I want your cock!"

"Ah fuck!" he yells. "I'm fucking cumming!"

As your own father shoots his seed inside of you, you also cum. A hot wave of electricity courses through your body, and you can feel your hips shaking uncontrollably.

Your dad has been reduced to wordless grunts as he fills your womb with his seed. All you can do is gasp, groan and shudder. He's cumming so much! And so are you.

Finally his cock stops pulsing inside of you, and he slowly pulls out. "God damn, baby. You fuckin came all over me!"

Catching your breath, you sit up and look at his cock, then the bedspread between your legs. Everything is completely soaked.

"You piss on me?" he asks. "I've never seen so much girl cum before."

"I don't know!" you whine. "I don't know, I've never -- I didn't want to -- oh my god, my father fucked me!"

You cover your eyes with your hands, but you gasp when you feel your father's rough finger push inside your dripping cunt.

"Yes, I did," he says. "Because you asked me to."

You can feel your shame burning your neck and ears. You never want to see him again. But you never want to leave his side, either.

"And I still have that photo," he adds. "And the video. And unless you want the world to see you like that, you'll do whatever I say."

You don't respond. Your body is overwhelmed. A numbness creeps inside and slowly spreads.

"Are you gonna obey Daddy?" he asks.

After a moment, you nod.

"Say it out loud."

"I'm gonna obey Daddy," you whimper.

"No matter what he says."

"No matter what Daddy says."

"Good," he says, stepping back and grabbing his robe off the floor. "Because this weekend, I'm going to introduce you to some of my friends."

You peer through your fingers at him, shocked, but he's already leaving your bedroom and closing the door behind him.

What have you done? What have you done?

Part 2.

That night, part of you wants to lock your door, to hide under the covers while fully dressed, to leave all the lights on. To put a stop to this shameful experience.

But part of you wants to leave the door unlocked. Maybe even cracked a little bit. Maybe part of you wants to lay on top of your covers, completely undressed, playing with yourself. Part of you wants to beg him for more. Part of you wants him to take more photos and videos.

You decide to wear a long t-shirt and boxers to bed. You get under the covers. You turn off the light. You lock the door.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, reliving the day's events in your head, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter even as you feel more and more ashamed.

Not only are you getting excited, but you also feel the fullness of your bladder. All of your preoccupations prevented you from perceiving your pressing need to pee.

You get up reluctantly, unlocking your door and creeping down the hallway to the bathroom. You can hear your father watching TV in the living room.

You try to piss quickly, but you really had to go, so the hissing stream between your legs is long and loud. The feeling of relief is sweet. You wipe yourself, trying to ignore the erotic twinges you feel when touching your crotch.

You go back down the hall, shut the door, and get back into bed. No more bladder pressure. Maybe now you can get some sleep.

But you can't. Your brain is full of images. Humiliating images. Brief scenes. Powerful feelings. Shame. Lust. Submission. Pleasure.

You stare at the ceiling in your dark room, keeping your hands at your sides. You tell yourself that it would be wrong to jack off to these memories. It's wrong to want more. It's so wrong.

Just then, your door opens. It's him. You forgot to lock it when you came back from the bathroom.

"Ready, baby?" he says, in that low voice. You don't answer.

He flips the wall switch. Your room is bathed in light. He takes a few steps toward your bed and yanks off the covers. Then he opens his bathrobe. He's hard again, and another silvery pearl of precum is glistening on his glans.

"Take off those fucking boxers," he says slowly between gritted teeth.

You feel yourself obeying, your hands grasping the hems and shoving them down to your ankles. What am I doing? you ask yourself.

Part of you replies: This is it. This is who I am. Daddy's slut.

No! No, I don't want that!

Yes. Yes, you do.

Despite the argument in your head, your body is doing its own thing. You kick your boxers off and spread your legs. You feel the shame, the humiliation, but also the arousal. A hot blush creeps across your cheeks, your neck, your chest.

"Look at that fucking wet pussy," he mutters, pulling at his erection.

Your fingers creep down your torso, seemingly of their own volition, and pull your little hole open wider.

"Fuck yes," he murmurs. "You want your Daddy's cock, don't you?"

You stare at him. At his cock.

"Say it, baby."

"Daddy, I --"

"Say it!"

"I want ... your cock!"

And with that, he seizes your ankles, pushing your legs back over your head, and rubs his big cock against your little cock.

"You're gonna get it, baby," he growls. "That, and so much more. A lotta things are gonna change around here."

He reaches down and pushes himself inside you. You gasp -- it's all pleasure, no pain. You feel the burning shame replaced by arousal. You want this. You are at peace with this. You are your father's toy.

He starts to slide in and out of you. The sensations are overwhelming. You feel your eyes well up with tears. The sounds of your soaking wet pussy clinging to his cock, squishing, soaking, leaking -- so fucking erotic. You have never been this turned on in your life.

"You're gonna shave that pussy," he murmurs, staring directly into your eyes. "You're gonna wear what I tell you to wear. You're gonna do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, Daddy," you moan.

He starts to fuck you harder. "You're gonna worship my Daddy cock. You're gonna accept everything that comes out of it. Not just accept. Worship. You're gonna be grateful for what my cock gives you."

"Yes, Daddy!"

He pulls his cock out and jerks it rapidly over your abdomen. Is he about to cum? No -- a hot stream of piss spurts out of his cock and splashes onto your T-shirt.

"Oh my god!" you gasp.

"You like that? You like Daddy's hot piss?"

"Oh god, yes!" Suddenly you're jerking off, pulling at your little cock, eager to cum, unable to resist the erotic power of this incestuous coupling.

"Gonna piss on you," he says through clenched teeth, and then he does: hot spurts onto your belly and chest, soaking through to your skin underneath. A long hard blast against your little cock, splashing against your fingers, making the wet spot under your butt bigger and bigger.

"Ah fuck, Daddy!" you shout. "I'm fucking cumming!"

And you do, shuddering, gasping, feeling everything with such intensity -- the wet spot on the bed, your fingers in your crotch, the warm dampness on your shirt, your aching nipples against the wet cloth.

Most of all, you feel his gaze upon you, even at the peak of your orgasm, even as you writhe uncontrollably on the bed.

You manage to catch your breath. "Oh god, Daddy ... I love you. So much."

"That's my baby," he says. "That's my good toy."

You look down to see him still gripping his hard cock.

"You want to get fucked?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes!"

He slides inside you effortlessly. It feels incredible.

"You like that Daddy cock in your pussy?"

"Oh god, yes!"

"You like getting fucked by your own flesh and blood!"

"Yes!"

"You like servicing the cock that created you?"

"Oh my god, Daddy ... yes!"

"Ah fuck, baby. Here it comes!"

And he grits his teeth and grunts; and you feel a torrent of hot sperm shooting up into your womb; and his grunts turn into sighs; and you are quivering underneath him, surprised to find yourself cumming again, surrendering to the overwhelming tsunami of pleasure.

You both take a few moments to catch your breath.

"You're so good," he says.

"Thank you Daddy," you manage to say.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun this weekend."

You look up at him. "What are we doing?"

He smiles down at you. "I have some friends. Friends I used to do bad things with. I think they will want to do bad things with you."

"What ... what kind of things, Daddy?"

He winks at you. Actually winks. He lets your ankles go. Your body feels like it's incapable of moving. You can feel his cum dripping out of your cunt.

"Nasty things, baby. You'll see. You'll love it."

He turns to walk away, but looks over his shoulder one last time.

"And if you don't love it, it doesn't matter. You're my toy. You will do what I tell you to do. Right?"

You nod feebly.

"Say it."

"I'll do what you tell me to do."

"That's right. Good night, baby. Sleep tight."

"Good night, Daddy," you whisper as he leaves the room.

Your fingers dip into your hole. You're astounded at the amount of cum inside you, flowing out of you.

You feel yourself blush, but you can also feel your little cock throb.

"Oh my god," you whisper to yourself. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

From deep inside of you, a dark part of you whispers: nothing is wrong. This is who you're meant to be.

Part 3.

That night, as you are getting ready for bed, he walks in, still wearing his clothes from that day.

You tense up, still feeling a hot blush creeping up your neck. Is he -- ?

"You're sleeping with me from now on," he says. "If you're going to bed, go get in my bed."

"But Dad, I --"

"Pauly, your bed is now a place where you get used like the toy that you are. Your bed is for pissing and cumming and crying. My bed is for sleeping."

You stare at the floor, feeling the flush of your cheeks and neck and chest.

"What are you waiting for? Go sleep in your new bed, kid."

You step past him and go down the hall to his bedroom. Which is now your bedroom.

He follows you. "You sleep naked from now on, too."

Neither of you move for a moment, then he snaps, "Go ahead! Get undressed! What are you waiting for?"

Quickly, you obey, shoving your pants and boxers down to your ankles and stepping out of them. You shuck your shirt and pull off your binder, then take a step toward the bed.

"Not yet," he snaps again. "Turn around."

You do, but you can't look at him. You can't meet his eyes. It's too intense, what he wants from you. How he sees you. Overwhelming. And arousing.

"Sexy kid," he says, reaching out to pinch your nipple. "But I want you to keep your holes shaved for me, you understand?"

You nod.

"In fact" -- he grins -- "I want you hairless from the neck down. Got it? I want my friends to be surprised."

You nod again, blushing fiercely, getting wet at the thought of it.

"I'm gonna stay up for a while. You can use my razor and shaving cream. You better be hairless when I come to bed, toy."

You nod a third time. You can feel your eyes filling with tears, even as your pussy throbs with need.

"Get started," he says dismissively, turning around and leaving the room.

You go into his bathroom and find his shaving gear, then set about the task. All that progress toward a masculine body ... all that bearish hair ... all doomed.

You sit on the side of the tub and run some hot water. You shave your legs first, then your arms. You sit in the water and rinse off, then shave your armpits and chest. Finally you shave your abdomen and crotch. You have to squat in the tub and reach underneath yourself to shave your hairy ass.

As your fingers brush past your intimate parts, you feel the need growing within you. As soon as you rinse off for the last time, you lay back in the tub -- and part of your brain loves the fact that you are laying down in this filthy water filled with shaving cream and hair -- and rub your little boy cock, jerking it, while prodding your own asshole with your other hand. It feels so fuckin good.

Is Daddy gonna play with my little butthole too? you wonder. You decide that you need to be ready for that.

You open the drain, stand up, and rinse off with the showerhead, watching the dirty water swirl down the drain. You run your hand over your body -- very smooth, very young, very feminine. You think Daddy will be pleased.

You step out, put on your father's bathrobe, and make your way to the kitchen. You pass the living room and glance in to see your father watching TV. He doesn't seem to notice you.

In the kitchen, you open the fridge and pull out the veggie drawer. Here's a thick carrot. Here's a big cucumber. But they're so cold. They feel rough, especially the carrot.

On the way back to his (now also your) bedroom, you grab a jar of petroleum jelly from the bathroom.

On his (now also your) bed, you lay on your back, spread your legs and hoist your knees up to your chest. You coat the thick carrot with the petroleum jelly, warming it up with your hands, and ease the narrow tip into your asshole.

It feels so fucking good.

You slide it in further until you encounter a bit of resistance. The feeling is a strange mix between discomfort and pleasure. You are determined to be ready for your daddy, so you slide it in further, pushing past the discomfort, thinking about his hard cock the whole time.

Soon you have most of the carrot in your asshole. You can feel your sphincter stretching around the rough orange surface, and the tip of the carrot prodding at your guts. It feels so amazing. You feel so many things at once: pride, shame, discomfort, pleasure, humiliation, arousal.

You begin to slide the carrot in and out. Slowly, gently, until your sphincter loosens completely and you encounter no more resistance. Now it's all pleasure. It feels incredible. You can't wait for the real thing.

The door opens. "Don't close this door any more," your father says, then does a double take. "Look at you, you fucking slut." That snarl is back in his voice. It scares you. It also thrills you.

`Were you gonna stick that cucumber in your cunt?" he asks, and you nod.

"Let me help you, little toy." He climbs on the bed, and presses the cucumber against your hole. You're already soaking wet, so it slides in effortlessly. You can't help but moan with pleasure.

"You like that, Pauly? Filling both your holes?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Good! My good little toy is practicing for tomorrow. You're gonna have all your holes filled at once. Do you like that, toy?"

"Uh huh ..."

His gaze moves over your body. "I see you shaved. Good toy. Look at you. A boy from the neck up, a girl from the neck down."

You shudder with shame. Is this really what you want? you ask yourself. Feminization? Humiliation? Incest?

But then he slides the cucumber deeper within you, and you sigh and moan, and part of you answers: yes, this is what I want.

This is what I have always wanted.

The part of you that is still rebelling against this -- the part of you that feels shame, humiliating, degradation, resistance -- melts away to almost nothing, for now.

You are his.

"Keep fucking yourself with these," he orders, "while I get ready for bed."

As you start pumping the vegetables in and out of your holes, creating a delicious and intense friction, he adds: "I want to see a wet spot on our bed when I get back."

He goes into the bathroom. You can hear him piss into the toilet. You wish he was pissing on you. In you. You want to taste it.

You shove the thick cucumber as far as it can go. You have never been so full. You slide the carrot in too. It's so intense. Bright waves of pleasure are radiating out from the center of your body.

He's in there brushing his teeth. He's almost ready.

You increase the pace, but it's too late. He walks back into the bedroom, naked, his fierce erection looming.

"I don't see a wet spot," he says, shaking his head, pretending to be disappointed. "I guess you need your other hole filled."

He kneels on the bed and points his cock at your mouth.

No! Not that. You've never done that before.

He senses your reluctance. "Open your mouth," he murmurs. "Keep your lips over your teeth. Don't bite."

You obey, and he forces the spongy head of his cock between your lips. The scent, the taste, the feel of it -- it's completely overwhelming your senses.

You moan, struggling to breathe through your nose. He thinks you're enjoying it.

"That's right baby," he almost whispers. "Suck daddy's cock while you fill yourself up."

He reaches down and pushes your hand away from your crotch, then slowly shoves both objects into your ass and pussy. You moan again -- surprise, discomfort, arousal.

"They're all the way inside," he says, and you can feel them. You feel so full, so uncomfortable, so stretched. So slutty.

He starts to rub your little hairless boy cock with his coarse thumb.

"Cum for me, toy," he whispers. "Suck my cock and cum."

His cock fills your mouth, poking at your throat. You gag. You feel a squirt of piss shoot out around the cucumber, and he thinks it's cum.

"Oh yeah, fucking cum for me," he snarls.

You gag yourself again on his cock, over and over. Each time the gag reflex causes an involuntary spurt of urine. Finally he moves his hand and your muscles force the cucumber and carrot out, and you cannot hold back any more -- a torrent of hot piss escapes your urethra.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouts. He takes his cock out of your mouth and quickly moves between your legs.

He's inside you suddenly, holding your smooth hairless legs in the air, pounding away at you, gasping, leering down at you. You can feel him inside of you, the spongy glans knocking against your cervix, and it's just too much. You're nearly there.

"Oh Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes! Cum again! Cum on my fucking cock!"

Your hips begin bucking, your legs tense up. You couldn't open your eyes if you wanted to. Sharp gasps escape your lungs. Your orgasm washes through you in electrical waves, forcing your whole body to shudder.

"Ah God!" he shouts, pushing your ankles back over your head. "Gonna fucking cum inside you!"

And you can feel it as your own orgasm subsides -- his hot, hard cock pulsing within you, flooding your womb with sperm.

"Oh Daddy!" you shout.

For one brief moment, shame roars back into your body, and you cry out, horrified at what you have become. But then he pulls his cock out and cums directly onto your little dick, and those feelings go away as you shove your fingers down there and begin frantically smearing your daddy's sperm all over your filthy hole.

He rolls off you to catch his breath, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you are on your way to another orgasm.

"You get to sleep in the wet spot, toy," he murmurs, turning off his bedside light. "And you're changing the sheets tomorrow."

"You got a long and busy day," he reminds you, his voice getting sleepier. "My friends are coming over to use you."

The thought pushes you over the edge one more time, shuddering, cumming so hard, gasping, feeling your knees lock and your legs stiffen.

By the time your breathing returns to normal, he's asleep. You curl up against him, pressing your newly hairless body against his hairy daddy body, and you fall asleep almost immediately -- exhausted, but content.

Part 4.

When you wake up, he's not in bed with you, but the aroma of coffee and the sound of classic rock tells you that he's in the kitchen.

You pull yourself up, noticing the dried flaky cum on your abdomen, and then immediately noticing that all your hair is gone.

The previous evening comes back in a rush of images, and you can feel your face and neck flushing with shame -- but you can also feel your hole dampening with arousal.

You get up and grab one of your dad's T-shirts out of the laundry hamper. It smells like him. Pulling it over your head, you go into the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. You gaze at yourself in the mirror. You are a boy.

"I'm a boy," you say to yourself, but then your father's voice echoes in your head: No. You're my toy.

You shake your head, as if to dislodge that voice, and splash your face with cold water.

Then you walk out to the kitchen.

"About time you got up," he says without turning around. He swallows the last of his coffee and sets the mug down with a firm click.

"Any coffee left?" you ask.

He clears his throat. "Is that how you talk to your daddy, toy?" He has still not turned to face you.

"Daddy ... may I please have some coffee?"

He turns around and grins. "Yes, my little toy. Have some coffee."

As you walk past him, he reaches out and grabs the hem of his T-shirt.

"Why are you wearing this?"

"Um, I dunno, I just --"

"Take it off."

"But Dad, I --"

"Now, toy."

Blushing, you pull the t-shirt over your head and hand it to him. Part of you wants to cringe, to shiver, to try to cover your body with your hands. But part of you is proud to show off to daddy.

He gives you a long, appraising stare.

"Get your coffee and then shower. And then don't get dressed again. You need to be naked unless I give you permission to get dressed. Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's better." He looks at his watch. "My friends will be here in about an hour, so hurry up with your coffee and shower."

You feel your mouth fall open. "Your friends?" you ask, shivering.

"Did I stutter? Finish your fuckin coffee and clean your ass up." He turns away from you again. "This conversation is over."

You stare at him for a moment, then pick out the largest mug in the cabinet and pour yourself a generous helping of coffee, conscious of his eyes appraising your nude body as you walk around the kitchen.

You walk past him to the bathroom, unable to meet his gaze.

The shower feels so nice on your body. The hot water on your skin and the hot coffee in your mouth feels normal, ordinary, commonplace. It takes you back to the world you left so long ago, an eternity ago, a whole other lifetime -- before you gave yourself to your father, before you became his toy.

Your reverie is interrupted by the shower door sliding open. He reaches in and shuts off the water, then holds out his hand.

You give him the mug, which he sets on the countertop behind him, and then he opens his bathrobe.

"Kneel," he says.

Again you feel that hot flush of shame. You kneel on the shower floor. It's uncomfortable. Steam rises from your skin.

He takes a step closer and grabs his cock, aiming at you, right before a hot blast of piss arcs out and soaks your chest. You can't help but gasp, and your hands reach up, seemingly of their own accord, and rub his urine into your skin.

"Open," he murmurs, and you look up at him, confused.

"Open!" he shouts.

"Daddy, I don't --"

He aims his hose into your open mouth. Spluttering and choking, you turn your head involuntarily. The urine is bitter and strong.

Fortunately he is nearly finished. He pisses on your thighs, then arcs up over your torso to your hair. He shakes out the last drops.

"Good toy," he says. "Now clean up."

He closes his bathroom and walks out. You spit a few times, trying to get the taste out of your mouth, but you're also rubbing the strongly scented fluid into your skin, all over your body, across your nipples and thighs and ribs.

Despite everything, you are turned on.

"I don't hear that fuckin shower running!" he shouts from the other room. You stand up and restart the shower.

When you step out and start to dry off, you hear him call you from the living room. You wrap the towel around your body without thinking and walk down the hall to the living room.

Your father is sitting on the couch. Next to him is a stranger. Sitting in the easy chair on the other side of the room is your uncle Keith.

"Uncle Keith?" you blurt.

"Hi Pauly!" Uncle Keith says cheerfully.

Your dad clears his throat. "You know your uncle Keith. Meet my friend Jake."

The stranger nods at you. He's lean but fit, with a goatee and closely cropped hair. He looks to be around the same age as your father and your uncle. His hands, one of which is holding a beer bottle, are large and calloused.

"This is him?" Jake asks.

"Yeah, this is my toy," your dad replies.

"Your boy?"

"No, my toy. With a T."

"T, huh? Guess that's appropriate," Jake snickers, then takes a swig of his beer. "How long you been on T, darlin?"

"Uh ... uh, about 16 months?"

"That's great!" Jake says. He finishes his beer in three great swallows, then clicks the bottle down on the coffee table. "I bet your little dick is gettin real big, isn't it?"

"Holy shit, look at that kid turn red!" your uncle Keith exclaims. It's true, you're blushing again.

"Kinda strange that a slut like that can feel shame," Jake remarks.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," your dad says to Jake, then looks at you. "Drop that fuckin towel."

You obey, unable to look up at them. Why is uncle Keith here?

The men make noises of approval. "God damn! Not a hair on the body," Jake says.

Uncle Keith whistles. "Lookin real good, Paulyy. Real good."

"Look at me, Pauly," your dad commands. You force your eyes up. He seems so far away. Everything seems so bright, so unreal. He's sitting on the couch next to Jake. His bathrobe is open. His erect penis is visible. It looks bigger than ever.

"Hell yeah," Jake murmurs. In your peripheral vision, you see Uncle Keith stand up, kick off his boots and shove his pants down.

"Get over here and suck me, toy," your father says. "I wanna tell you a little story."

You kneel between your father's legs. You can feel the carpet pressing into your knees. You place your hands on his thighs. Your toes curl with anticipation. You lean over and slowly lick the length of his entire shaft.

"Fuck yeah!" Jake shouts.

"God damn, you trained this kid well," Keith says from somewhere behind you.

"This kid sent me nude photos asking to be raped!" your dad replies. "I barely had to do anything."

"Is everything on the menu?" Jake asks.

"Oh yeah," your dad replies. "Ask me first no matter what you do, though. This toy is mine."

"I wanna get my dick wet, man," Jake replies.

"Go right ahead," your dad says. "I've already seeded that womb twice. A little more won't hurt."

"Fuck! You came in your own kid's pussy?"

"Hell yeah I did," your dad murmurs, pulling your head back gently so that you make eye contact. "And guess who begged for it?"

"Holy shit," Jake says. You can hear and feel him kneeling behind you. One big rough hand grabs your ass; the other presses his knob against your cunt lips.

"Mmmmph," you moan, pushing your hips backward. He slides into you easily.

"That's so fuckin hot," you hear uncle Keith say from right next to you. You look up. He's pressing his cock against your cheek, so you let your dad's cock pop out of your mouth and turn your head to lick and suck your uncle.

"Fuck! This kid sucks better than you did!"

Your dad chuckles. "Better than you, too!"

Shocked, you stop sucking your uncle and stare at your dad. He grins at you. "Ready for a story, Pauly? Keep sucking me and your uncle Keith, and I'll tell you all about it."

You obey, head spinning, cunt tingling, eager for the details.

Part 5.

Your father tells his story:

It started when we were kids. Keith was always following me and my friends around, trying to be part of what we were doing.

My friend Eric and I started fooling around by playing Doctor and House when we were real young, working our way up to Truth or Dare and Strip Poker.

So one weekend Eric is spending the night. We're in my room, sitting on my bed, on top of the covers, about to play Strip Poker. We've played a few times before, and when someone gets naked, the rule is that if they lose another hand, they have to do what they're told. So Eric and I had already sucked each other a few times.

Keith comes in. "What are you guys doing? Can I play?" and all that. I knew Mom and Dad, your grandparents, were already asleep, so I said yeah. We explained the rules to him and he giggled but he was eager to join us.

So we scooted around on my bed until all three of us could kind of sit in a circle, and we started playing. We had to explain poker to Keith but he picked it up real fast. I think Eric was naked first, but we all had boners in our underwear long before we were naked.

The first person who lost after being naked was me though. I lost to Keith. I told him that he could make me do whatever he wanted. He still had his underwear on, so he told me to touch Eric's dick. No problem. I reached over and jacked Eric off for a few minutes. Caressed his balls and so on. Really put on a show.

Then Keith lost the next hand and shucked off his underwear. Now we're all naked and hard, three boy dicks standing up straight, throbbing, excited.

Eric loses the next hand so I told him to suck Keith, which he did gladly. It was Keith's first time and Eric was a good cocksucker. Keith was squirming all over the bed, gasping, writhing, bucking his hips. He had a nice little cum.

After that we abandoned the whole Strip Poker pretense and just took turns sucking each other. The best was when Eric was between my legs sucking me and Keith was sitting on my chest so I could lick and suck his little dick and balls. So fuckin hot.

Anyway, for years after that your uncle and I would fool around together, sucking dicks. We learned to eat and fuck ass too. Eric joined us many times. I don't even know how many times we took each other's cum in our mouths and butts, or how many loads I shot into Keith's boy holes.

But there's more to it. One time not long after that I went to spend the night at Eric's house. His dad would hang around in a bathrobe all the time. He never seemed to work, he was just always there.

So Eric and I are in his room sucking each other and he suddenly says "Let's go to the living room and see if there's any porn on cable." We go down there and there is Eric's dad, passed out on the couch, snoring, with his bathrobe slightly open. We can see his hard cock. There's even some precum glistening on the tip. I'm like, wow!

But Eric's like, watch this. He gets down on his knees next to the couch, grabs his dad's cock and starts to suck him. I'm so hard watching this. I'm horny and jealous. When Eric asks me to try it, I immediately get on my knees next to him and help him suck his dad's dick.

It's incredible. His dad didn't have a huge dick but it felt huge to us. His big hairy balls, his thick pubes. It was intense, but we loved it.

And when I felt Eric's dad grab my head with his hand, it was okay. He was awake. He said "Good boys, good little cocksuckers." And Eric took over sucking, and sucked him until he came. The cum ran out of Eric's mouth all over his dad's cock and pubes and our hands. He made us lick it up, and then kiss each other, and then kiss him. Then he made us get on our hands and knees on the couch, and he sucked and licked both of our asses until he got hard again. Then he made me lay down on top of him in a 69 so he could suck me while Eric and I sucked him. It was so fuckin hot.

I took all that back to Keith. We ate each other's asses. Eric's dad liked for us to piss on him in the tub and he would take our little pissing cocks in his mouth too, so I thought that was fun, and we did that with Keith too. Your uncle Keith turned out to be as much of a pervert as I was. He loved it all. When Keith started to spend the night with me at Eric's house, he joined right in. Eric's dad was in pervert paradise.

And eventually Keith's dad taught us to take cocks in our ass too. We loved it. We loved servicing that daddy cock.

It gave me and Keith some ideas about your granddad, Pauly. We thought if Eric's dad liked having this kind of fun, maybe our own dad liked it too. So we came up with a plan.

You may remember that your grandpa loves camping. We asked him for a father-son camping trip and he obliged. We asked him if we could go to this spot in a state park where we had been before. Secluded and right next to a quiet bend in the river, so perfect for swimming. He agreed.

At the campground we asked if we could go swimming and he said yes. Keith and I shucked off our clothes right there and went skinny dipping. Dad watched us and all he said was "if any kayakers come around the bend, stay in the water!" We yelled for him to come join us and he said maybe later, he had to set up the campground.

So Keith and I played around in the water for a bit but we got distracted by our little boners. We sat in the mud on the river bank and sucked each other for a bit. Then we heard Dad call us, so we got out and ran back to camp with our little boners bobbing. We were nervous because Dad hadn't seen our hard little dicks before, at least not that we could remember. But we wanted something to happen.

When we came back, Dad turned around and saw us and got this big smile. He said "Y'all look like you been havin fun. Think I might join you," and he shucked his clothes right there, threw them in the tent. He turned to face us and we saw that he was half hard already. We all sat down to dinner at the picnic bench. By the time we finished eating and stood up, Dad was fully hard now.

"Looks like we're all excited," Dad said. He kinda pulled down on his dick and let it pop back up against his treasure trail and pubes. Your uncle Keith and I did the same thing. We thought it was funny but pretty quick it turned into the three of us slowly jacking off in front of each other.

Dad said "You boys like to fool around?" and Keith and I nodded, so Dad had us all get in the tent. He said, "Show me," so Keith laid on his back and I sucked him a little bit. Dad was breathing heavy and jacking off and saying stuff like "oh my god" and "that's so hot."

Then Dad laid back on his sleeping bag and asked us to play with him. His dick wasn't as long as Eric's dad's dick, but it was still really nice. We jerked him off, played with his balls, sucked him one at a time and together. He kept making us promise not to tell anyone but we already knew we could keep a secret. Then he jerked off and came onto his belly, and we helped him rub his cum into his body hair and skin. It was so hot.

We played around a lot with Dad that weekend, and many times afterward. And Pauly, your granddad is gonna be real happy to know that you want to play around too. What do you think about that?

Part 6.

Your boy hole is wetter than it's ever been. You can't believe that your dad has just admitted to committing gay incest with both his brother and his father. And now he wants you to join in their incestuous games.

You nod.

"Say it, Pauly."

You take your father's cock out of your mouth and say, "Yes Daddy. I want to play with you, and your brother, and your father."

"Good little toy!" says your dad, tousling your hair. "Are you ready for your holes to get used by all of us?"

You nod again.

"Say it out loud, Pauly," your dad says, a note of caution in his voice. "Don't make me tell you again."

You stop sucking him. "Yes, Daddy. I want all of my slutty boy holes filled."

"All right, Jake. Switch positions with me."

The three men stand up and move around. The stranger, Jake, sits down on the couch. Your uncle Keith lays on the floor in front of the couch.

"Sit on your uncle Keith's cock, Pauly, and then suck Jake," your dad orders.

You obey, squatting over Keith's body and lowering your hips until you feel your uncle's penis pushing against your front hole.

"Fuck yeah!" he gasps as you slide down, taking his full length inside of you.

Then you lean forward and start to lick Jake's cock and balls. He caresses your face and hair, praising you, calling you a good little boy. You can feel your internal muscles twitching with pleasure.

Your dad squats behind you and over your uncle, pressing his cock against your asshole.

"Gonna fill all three holes, kid," your dad warns you. "I'm all lubed up. You just need to relax."

You can feel his spongy glans rubbing wetly around your tight little butthole. You take deep breaths, inhaling the scent of Jake's cock, relishing the feel of your uncle's dick inside of you, willing yourself to relax.

You concentrate, pushing out, allowing your sphincter to open, and right away you feel your father's cock head pop inside.

"Mmph!" you exclaim, unable to articulate anything around Jake's cock.

You've played with your back hole before but you've never felt anything like this before. That cock pressing slowly into your tight hole feels incredible. There's pressure, but no pain, only pleasure.

Everybody waits for your father to finish easing his cock slowly into your tight little boy ass. You can feel his cock working its way into your bowels. He's quite gentle -- easing in a bit, easing back out, then easing in a little deeper, over and over, feeling your body's resistance and relaxation, until at last you feel his balls rest against your crotch. He's in. All the way in.

Your father sighs. "Fuck, I'm balls deep in my kid's asshole," he gasps.

"I'm all the way in Pauly's cunt," your uncle says.

"This kid is licking my balls like a pro," Jake says.

"So fuckin hot. Let's fuck my child," your dad says, and all three men start to slowly thrust into you.

The feelings are completely overwhelming. The salty-sweet taste of that cock in your mouth ... the gripping sensation of your asshole clenching your father's hard penis ... the wild tingling coming from rubbing your erect boy cock against your uncle's pubes while his glans presses against your cervix ... their quiet grunts and groans ... the incest ... it's all so delicious, so intense, so brain-melting.

And then you hear your dad say, "Just a sec." He leans over and grabs something. Then you hear the unmistakable sound of an iPhone snapping photos.

Holy shit. Your dad is documenting this unspeakable act of incest. You feel so deeply ashamed and humiliated, but also so aroused. Your boy pussy is gushing onto your uncle's cock. You are slobbering all over a stranger's erect penis. And your father is fucking your ass while taking pictures and videotaping.

"Send me all those," murmurs Jake.

"Here, you take a few," says your dad, handing Jake the phone. You open your eyes and look up just in time to see Jake snap a few photos of you sucking his cock.

You hear a strange sound, a moaning or groaning. Is someone in pain? Or is that a moan of pleasure? It's hard to tell. It seems loud in your living room. What is that sound?

But then you realize that it's you. You're making that sound. The sound of a slut who is nothing but a toy for her daddy and his friends. The sound of someone made to be sexually used by other people. The sound of pure pleasure, free of all pain and discomfort and shame.

"Fuck, he loves it," your uncle mutters.

"His ass is too tight, I'm gonna nut soon," your dad says.

"So am I," your uncle replies.

After that, no more words, just the sounds of three men and a boy, thoroughly and completely lost in the most sordid sex act any of them had ever committed.

Your dad starts cumming first. His rough hands gripped your hips hard as he bottoms out in your boy hole. Your sphincter, clinging to his shaft, can feel every pulse of hot sperm as it shoots into your guts. It's almost ... soothing. It would be relaxing if there weren't two other cocks pistoning in and out of your body at the same time.

This is the moment when you realize that you can never live without anal play, without getting your tightest, smallest hole filled with cock, without having the sweet nectar of cum filling up your bowels and leaking between your ass cheeks.

You moan wordlessly, savoring the feelings, knowing that your own orgasm is approaching.

Then your uncle begins to clench and moan, pounding you harder and harder with short fast strokes. His voice's pitch shifts higher as his body tenses, and then at last he gasps and you can fill his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you as it pumps your boy pussy full of hot incestuous seed.

"I could feel your cock cumming in his cunt," your father says as his brother's breathing returns to normal. Both of their cocks are still churning inside of you, creating a mind-blowing friction, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yours too, bro," your uncle murmurs, wiping sweat from his eyes and reaching up to pinch your nipples.

That sets you off. As soon as his strong fingers pinch and twist on your little boy nips, you feel your orgasm rip through your body, tightening and glowing, a river of light spilling over a dark levy.

"Fuck, he's pissing on me!" your uncle exclaims as your cum drenches his cock and belly.

"That's his cum," the man named Jake says. "That's so fuckin hot."

Your hips buck uncontrollably as the orgasm rides through your nervous system, dopamine drenching your brain, your eyes rolling back in your head. You can feel your father's hands holding you, caressing you as you cum; you can feel their cocks still rubbing together, separated only by the thin wall of tissue between your pussy and asshole.

"God damn!" your uncle exclaims. "So much boy cum!"

It seems like forever until your orgasm subsides. Jake's cock is no longer in your mouth; at some point your father's penis slid loosely out of your cum-filled asshole. Only your uncle is still inside you. You collapse on top of him, enjoying the feel of these men's rough hands all over your body. Someone is fingering your asshole and squishing all the cum in and out. Someone is pinching your nipples, causing little orgasm aftershocks. Someone is petting your head. You are swooning. You feel yourself falling asleep.

"Poor kid," Jake says. "Let him rest. But I still need to bust a nut."

"In my ass," your dad says. Your uncle continues to caress you as your dad gets on his hands and knees on the floor next to you. Jake comes around behind him and slides inside his ass effortlessly.

"Fuck yeah, Jake," your dad grunts. "Cock feels so good inside me!"

"You like me fuckin you in front of your own son?" Jake growls.

"Yeah, I do. Watch me, son. Look at me, Pauly. Watch your father get fucked."

You open your eyes fully and take in the scene: your father's face is right next to yours, staring into your eyes with an intense combination of love, lust, and pride. Behind him is Jake, slender and muscled, with sweat dripping off his forehead and goatee onto your father's bare ass. You can hear Jake's groin slapping against your dad's bottom.

"Ah fuck," your father moans.

"I ain't gonna last long," Jake says.

"Kiss me, Pauly," your dad murmurs, still staring into your eyes. Immediately you lean over to kiss him.

It feels so good to kiss your daddy like this -- your tongues rolling in and out of each other's mouths, your faces pressed tightly together, teeth nibbling at each other's lips, his facial hair rough against your own. Somehow this feels incestous on a whole different level. This feels like love and caring. You sense your shame melting away and your heart filling with affection for Daddy.

"I love you Daddy," you blurt.

"I love you too, Pauly," he says.

"I'm gonna fuckin cum," Jake moans.

"Yeah, fuckin cum in my ass," your father replies, his voice changing from affectionate to harsh in an instant.

"Cum in my Daddy's asshole," you say, feeling an erotic twinge in your pussy. The words are like a magic spell of pleasure.

"Cum in my Daddy's asshole!" you say again, louder, feeling the power of those words. "Fuck his ass! Fuck his ass with your cock!"

"Fuck yeah, baby," your dad murmurs, staring at you.

"Cum in my father's asshole!" you shout. "His cum is leaking out of my asshole, and my uncle's cum is in my pussy, and I need you to cum in his ass so I can suck your cock clean!"

"Oh fuck!" Jake yells. "I'm fuckin cumming!"

Both Jake and your father begin gasping and groaning. You reach down and jerk yourself off rapidly, riding the intense wave, feeling that dam break again. Your uncle is kneading your ass with his hands, dipping a finger in and out of your asshole so he can rub your father's cum all over your cheeks.

Jake is now grunting wordlessly with each shot of cum, while your dad holds his breath, head thrown back, mouth wide open. Your right hand, stuck between your hips and your uncle's hips, is flicking and rubbing your little boy cock relentlessly. Your uncle is now using two fingers to dip deep into your asshole to pull out your dad's cum and smear it onto your body.

"I can feel his cum in my butt," your dad finally gasps, and that's it, you're cumming again, squirting onto your uncle's hips, even as he plunges two fingers back into your asshole to pull out his brother's hot sticky juices.

Suddenly everything is too intense for you, and you roll off your uncle's body and onto the floor, bucking and almost hyperventilating, allowing your orgasm to run its course.

All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and breathing as they slowly decrease to a normal rate. Then you can hear the men in the room breathing. Then someone shifts. There's movement. Then your legs are pulled open.

You open your eyes to see your father aiming his iPhone at your crotch.

"I wanted to get some shots of all this cum dripping out of your holes," your dad says.

You smile and lift your legs into the air, revealing both holes, flexing your internal muscles so that cum spills out. You can feel it running down your crack and cheeks, dripping onto the carpet.

Your dad takes several videos, then puts his phone down.

"I love you so much, Pauly," he says.

"I love you too, Daddy," you reply.