DAD/SON/SHIT/LOVE
M/M, FF, bb, oral, anal, scat, smoking Reds
Complete fantasy. Never happened and we don't encourage it. Read, sniff, enjoy, then go home and keep your hands and your noses to yourself.
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DAD/SON/SHIT/LOVE
PART ONE
We met in passing, through friends. I love those kind of encounters.
We zinged, like Dracula says in Hotel Transylvania. ZINGED. I felt him in every fiber of my being from the first moment. ZINGED.
5'10, big hairy lumberjack French Canadian bear meat, beautiful tat on his tree truck legs, sparkly intense eyes. I was hooked from the instant we met. He was going to be my son and I was going to take him down the rabbit hole of perversion, as Dads are wont to do. And my boy was going to follow.
"I am Alex. What's your name, son?"
I could see him almost imperceptibly whimper as I told him who he was and was going to be.
"I'm Francis...daddy."
"Yes you are. You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Waiting for Dad to take you through to some darkness?"
"Yes," he whispered. He was slightly shaking.
I took him by the hand into an alley around the corner from the party. I pushed him down onto his knees and whipped my cock out. He waited with open mouth, very obedient. As the stream of strong piss flew out of my foreskin, his mouth opened wider, not spilling a drop. Good boy. The stream slowed and I peeled back the hood revealing all the nasty shit mingled cheese there. I wiped it all over his thick `stache, into his nostrils. He kept kneeling, hands behind back.
"Suck," I told him, as I lit up a Marlboro. As the ash grew, I pulled his hungry mouth off the head, dumped my first ashes right into his pig mouth, hockered up a good lugey and spat in his pig face. Then I fucked his throat as deeply as I could, hard and intense. It took 3 times until he puked up whatever he'd eaten at the party all over my crotch. I kept fucking his mouth until I filled it with a good load of poz cum.
He stayed kneeling until I was ready for him to get up. I lit us both Marlboros and kissed his pukey, cummy mouth passing the acrid smoke back and forth between us.
"You seem like you're ready, son. You will meet me at my place in 2 days. No washing, no jerking off, no shitting until you arrive. Here's the address."
Then I walked away, leaving my new boy shaking.
I figured it should be trial by fire.
My new son was instructed to come in, strip, lit up a smoke and come to the back play room of my house. He had no idea what was about to happen.
Dad's a serious creative, always inventing new furniture to suit my twisted needs. The back part of the playroom had one such apparatus. I'd devised a very comfortable rimseat/chair with a nice leather cover and back for dad to lean and be comfortable in. The chair came equipped with sturrups to plant my feet in giving a clear access to my cock and pushed forward hole. Under the open end of the toilet seat was a nice catch basin so no shit I fed would be wasted; or it could be filled with saved up shit so my toilet would be able to truly enjoy a massive amount to duck their heads into and eat all they want.
This time I set up my elevated feeding situation in line with a nice fuck bench, also changed in elevation to perfectly let my boy eat and have his hole played with. Lastly, there was the fuck machine, on wheels and elevated, with a massive 15 in dog cock shaped dildo attached so I could destroy my son's hole while he serviced Dad.
A pretty cool set-up I had to admit.
The lighting was perfect. Strong spots illuminated diagonally the toilet part of the chair apparatus with cameras set up streaming the shit eating onto huge screens around the room. The fuck bench was also illuminated and another diagonal set of spots focused right where the action was happening at the back. I like watching hole get wrecked. I had several "assistants" in the shadows waiting like hung sentinels, weird composite animal heads with antlers hiding their faces. That was gonna freak my new son out as well.
All of this was is my art. The art of twisted sexual exploration into the minds of Dad and his son.
Francis opened the door tentatively, in his beautiful hairy masculine nakedness, a Marlboro dangling out of his massive lion bearded face. But I could see even from my high vantage way in the back of the room the trepidation in his eyes as he came upon this scene of insane decadence. Good, that was the intention.
"Come here baby boy, straddle the fuck bench for a second."
He came forward, glancing left and right at the monsters in the shadows, then jumped up and straddled the bench. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, passing the shitty spit in my mouth to his, as well as a lungful of cigarette smoke. I felt him start a little then relax and give in, knowing Dad was in charge of this boy's journey.
"Ok go flat on the bench, face at my crotch. Put your cock thru the hole in the bench. You will be secured there and cannot get up once it's on. Do you trust your Dad, son?"
He nodded, looking into my powerful eyes, relief flooding his.
He laid down. A sentinel came forward and locked his cock and balls in place under the bench, slathering it in slimy oil that started tingling instantly. His junk started heating up and he was already moaning, especially when the sentinel pulled back his foreskin, soaking the stinking head. I could smell it from where I was sitting. Amazing heady stench. Then the sentinel attached the sucking machine to his locking mechanism and turned it on. Now boys head exploded with the sensation of 20 mouths simultaneously sucking his balls and cock.
"Keep your attention on Dad, son. You are here to please me. I am here to do things to you for MY PLEASURE not your. Do you understand? Focus any energy and sensation you feel to delivering more to Dad. I am in control, you are in my control. I hold everything you want. See?"
I held up a small device that controlled the various mechanicals I'd be using on my son throughout the evening. I slid my finger up a one of the knobs, and son started moaning loudly.
"I'm in control. You will feel what I want you to feel, experience what I desire. And when you like you can steal a glance at the screens, they're all recording every inch of you for MY pleasure."
I turned the knob back down. Didn't wanna use up this beautiful boy too quickly.
"Head down, right into Dad's shit hole, son. Eat some fresh before you work on all that sentinel shit in the bucket."
Good son, he put his delicious lips on my prolapsed red meat I was pushing out to wow him. I could prolapse a fist-sized portion of my guts out, felt so amazing, especially covered in shit. Son licked all over that meat hungrily, ass mucus all over it as well as shit. He found the main opening part pushed his face into it digging for the gold. Good, I found a shit eater who knew what he was doing. As I pushed harder a nice fat turd blossomed out of the alien looking flesh going right into my son's mouth. He gently chewed letting the waste fill him. It just kept coming out. He lifted his hands to catch it. I knocked them away.
"What you can't catch you will eat and cover yourself with pig."
This made him all the more devour the brown turdmeat, chewing and slobbering it all over my still pushed out guts. He started moving his beard around coating it in filth, looking down into the slop bucket wanting all that, wanting everything Dad had to give him. I could clearly see his little dilemma. So I pushed another button that raised the shit bucket up until half his face was sitting in waste, along with my balls. Now I could reach the bucket myself and grabbed some to lube up my cock.
"Take a big mouthful from the bucket son and chew it a bit then drool it all over my balls and crotch. I want all that shit mushed and drooled there. Get to it, son, bury your face in."
The screens revealed my son's passion for Dad's deep filled shit reservoir, his face going deep enough to cover him to the hairline, his jaw going as he scooped shit into his mouth. Then his head went up, shit slowly sliming down, chewing furiously then, looking into my eyes, drooling out a giant mouthful of waste all over his Dad.
I motioned to the sentinels. They knew what to do.
First each one greased up their massive organs and took turns burying their meat inside my son. One after another going in their full 10-12 inches all the way to the pubes banging a bit then pulling out for the next one. On the screens it appeared weird animals were raping my big hairy boy, each shoving their cocks in, coming out totally covered in shit. Son followed his instructions. The smell in the air was pure waste, so thick and delicious. I was chain smoking Marlboros, dumping all the ashes into the slop bucket or into my son's mouth when he'd come up to drool.
Now the sentinels were also greasing up their big hands and plunging them into my son, alternating with their cocks, even putting their hands in next to anothers' cock already inside, stretching son to the hilt. As their hands filled with shit they smeared my son up with his own waste, smacking his body sending shit flying everywhere and smearing his fur completely with waste. At some point to of the sentinels had 2 hands inside my son, which had him screaming into the shit bucket and bucking against the cock sucking restraint below. His eyes were starting to roll back in his head a bit with all the sensation, so I motioned the sentinels to pull back and bring in the fuck machine.
The toy attached came from this company that created alien cock shapes. While this one roughly equated a dog's with the knot towards the bottom, it was much, much thicker at the head, too. This caused a double whammy when it was attached to my machine. The sentinels worked the machine into place so I was getting both the huge head and the huger knot destroying my son's hole. I had the control. As I stared at my son, smoke rising from the cig in my evilly grinning face, I raised the control and started the steady fuck rhythm. With my other hand I scooped shit out and hand fed him as his mouth opened to moan, smearing shit all over his head thickly.
The sentinels reappeared, this time with various kinds of flogs. Following the rhythm of the machine, they began beating my son across his body, his back and his ass.
Meanwhile I kept feeding him more and more shit forcing him to swallow it all, coating him to the point of non-recognition.
And the cameras were rolling, the large screens catching every angle of the action.
Son was breathing really heavy now, between huge mouthfuls of shit. I hit the control for the seat and it lowered me down to his level. I took a huge handful of shit and mushed it between us as we kissed passing the filth back and forth. I shoved my hand into his throat pushing hard until he puked up projectile vomit of shit right into my face and mouth.
They beating continued, his flesh raised and red.
The fuck machine continued pounding his hole with the alien dog dildo,
I stood up and stuck my cock deep into my son's throat fucking it harshly, smearing the shit all over his head. His puke kept coming all over me.
As I started to feel my orgasm rising in my balls, I intensified the machines in his ass and on his cock. He was screaming through the puke and my cock pounding his throat. Harder and harder everything went until we both reached that point and the cum began to spew.
My cock pumped jet after jet of cum down his choking mouth.
His cock drained into the suck machine, pulsing it over and over.
Even the sentinels came up to his head and gathered around shooting their streams of jizm all over my son's shit covered head.
I sat back down as they were cumming catching some of their cum and licking the shit off my boy's face kissing him and knowing this was the beginning of an intense, twisted love.
Dad Alex, and his beautiful boy, Francis.