Paternal Instinct: Working Boy
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I laid there, on my bed, in my room, stunned after being fucked… No, not fucked. After being bred. Bred by my dad, like some depraved bitch. I couldn’t believe he had done it. I mean, yeah, Dad, of course, but I knew the person really responsible for this was my friend Rickey. I vaguely remembered him doing things on my computer the other day, but I had been distracted at the time… I had been beating off, thinking about getting fucked by my dad, just like Rickey had told me to.
But I haven’t always been this way.
Not so long ago, Rickey and I were typical best friends. We had been for years, inseparable. Then, we had a fight about something stupid. I can’t even remember what it was about anymore, but I do remember how angry I was, how angry he was… And I remember him threatening me.
“Dude, I swear to god, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to…” He said angrily, getting right in my face. I cut him off.
“You’ll do what?” I challenged him, puffing up my chest. I knew it was ridiculous as I was doing it–this is my best friend–but I was so angry I couldn’t stop myself.
“I’ll make your worst nightmare come true, I swear to god,” he had warned me in a low, dangerous voice. “I will absolutely fuck you up.” I should have listened. Instead, I opened my mouth again to start yelling, and then… I don’t know what he did to me, but I suddenly found myself standing in front of him, completely naked. I wanted to cover myself up, but couldn’t. I just stood in place, exposed.
“What’s going on? Rickey, what’s happening?” I wanted to move, but my body wasn’t doing anything that I told it to do. The more I struggled, the more I could feel my body relaxing.
“I warned you. You couldn’t just shut your mouth, could you? So, I hypnotized you,” he explained. He didn’t seem angry at all anymore. He seemed confident. He seemed smug.
“Hypnotize? That’s not possible…” I tried to object, despite the situation I was in. He just shook his head, chuckling, and walked over to his bedside table. He opened the drawer and brought out a copy of Playboy we’d bought at an adult store out on the highway last summer, after we turned eighteen. He opened it to the centerfold, stopped in front of me, and held it up in front of my face.
I looked at it.
I’d seen it before.
What was he trying to accomplish by showing it to me?
“No hard on, man,” he pointed out, closing the magazine and walking back over to his bed. “You must be a faggot.”
“I’m not a faggot, and of course I’m not hard, with all this freaky shit going on. Nobody could get hard!” I protested. “Let me go, man, this is fucked up!”
“Oh, I bet you can get hard. I bet it’ll be easy to get you hard. I’ll even let you go if you stay soft,” he taunted me.
“Try me, bitch. Get the magazine,” I said defiantly. I’d seen every page, every photo, and I knew for sure that there was no way he could show me anything that would give me a boner.
“Nah, we don’t need a magazine. I want to try a different test,” he said, leaning back and spreading his legs wider. “Just think about your dad for a minute,” he ordered. Think about my dad? What would thinking about dad… Blood rushed into my cock, and Rickey laughed as he watched my erection rapidly rise to stand up tall.
“Whaat, nooo,” I said, looking down at myself. I was so horny. Thinking about dad. Why was I so horny? I kept picturing my dad in my head, and watched my cock start to drip.
“Haha, you’re a faggot, now.” Rickey taunted me.
“No, not a fag–” I started to object.
“Of course you are, you’re hot for your own dad… I bet he has a big dick.” Big dick. Dad. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Dad’s big dick.
I snapped back to the present, shook my head, and rose from my bed. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Was he really going to make me into a whore? My dad? I groaned, and stroked my cock a few times absentmindedly. It had felt so good, when Dad fucked me.
And Rickey made him do it.
He did his hypnosis shit to dad, and made him want to fuck me. Just like he’d promised, I mean threatened, he would do.
“You’re obviously a fag. Now you can suck my dick.” Rickey had said smugly.
“No, I won’t do it!” I objected, still aroused by the thought of getting fucked by dad.
“Of course you will. I made you want to get fucked by your dad. Do you really think I can’t make him want to fuck you? Do you want that, buddy, your dad to bend you over and fuck your brains out?” He asked, grinning confidently.
“Nooooooooooohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck,” I cried out. “Ohhhh, fuuuck, daaaaad.”
“Yeah, you like that idea. Now, suck my dick or I’ll do it.” I wanted him to do it. The idea was so dirty, so exciting, but I knew that I shouldn’t want it. I knew I had to keep it from happening. What choice did I have?
I’d sucked his dick. It went on for weeks, him telling me to suck him, sometimes in public places where we might get caught, all the time threatening to make my dad want to fuck me if I didn’t do what he said. All the time making me want my dad to fuck me even more. Every time he would cum in my mouth, he’d start talking about dad, and his cock, and his cum. The worst part was that it got me so horny I was sucking him off even more eagerly as he spoke.
But then Rickey had told me to let him fuck me, and I said no. He tried and tried, getting me so turned on with thoughts of my dad that I was about to cum, but I still resisted, I still said no.
So he did it. Just like he said.
I looked in the mirror as I dried off, taking in my flushed expression, and watching my cock bounce. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just lay back down on my bed, naked, with the door open, and waited. I managed to calm down somewhat, and then the doorbell rang. Had dad done it? Was he about to make me a whore? My cock went rigid again. I waited, trying to hear what was going on, wondering if I was about to get fucked by a stranger.
“Haha, you’re ready to go again, huh, faggot?” Dad asked loudly as he stepped into the room.
“Dad, I, ohhhhhhhhhh,” I trailed off in a moan, writhing on top of my sheets. I wanted to cover myself up, but I thought I might cum if I touched my cock, so I kept my hands away. Dad smirked as he looked down at me.
“Good thing, son, because you’ve got some work to do.” It was at that moment that I realized I was still hearing footsteps, and then two guys I’d never seen before stepped into the room. They were huge, muscular, black guys. They even made my dad look short in comparison. I was shaking, and my cock was throbbing. I stared at them, my eyes darting back and forth between their two crotches.
“This is your son?” One of them asked, his tone one of amusement.
“Yeah. Found out tonight that he’s a faggot, so thought he might as well earn his keep,” Dad explained to them.
“That’s fucked up, man,” the other guy said, groping his crotch.
“You said $20?” The first guy asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bill, his eyes still locked on me. The second guy followed suit.
“Yeah, that seems fair,” Dad said, taking their money. “He’s all yours. Be a good whore for me, son, I don’t want any complaints.” Dad said, walking out of the room. “And don’t forget to save some for the rest of the guys coming by tonight!” He shouted back from the hallway.
The two men were stripping off their clothes, revealing smooth, dark skin. When their cocks came into view, I heard my dad’s voice echo in my head, “Be a good whore for me…” I moaned when their erections came into view. Dad wanted me to be a whore, and I was so turned on about doing what he wanted that I didn’t even care… At least, not enough to stop what was about to happen.
“Why you shaking?” The first guy asked me, reaching out to run his hand down my chest. I felt my nipples squeeze tight at his touch, and I couldn’t deny that the contact felt really good.
“Yeah,” the second spoke up. “Relax, boy.” He reached out and rubbed at my shoulder, the warmth of his touch sending a surge of arousal through my body. I closed my eyes, shuddered, and moaned. I felt my cock gush precum.
“You ever had black dick before, faggot?” The first asked in a calm tone.
“N-no, Sir,” I replied meekly, my eyes locked on his erection.
“Ohh, faggot, you’re going to love it,” the second guy said, moving forward to put his cock right in front of my face. I took a deep breath, and moaned. His cock was huge, and it was hard, and it was leaking. I extended my tongue and tasted his precum. I moaned at the taste, and dived forward to start sucking his cock. Because of Rickey, I knew how to, and couldn’t help but feel grateful.
“Hah, not his first time,” the guy I was sucking guffawed, giving the back of my head a light slap. I purred around his cock and took it deeper, my eyes closing.
“Naw, of course not. You heard his dad, he’s a whore.” The first guy said. I felt the mattress shifting as he crawled up onto the bed, but I didn’t stop sucking. Hands grabbed my hips and lifted, forcing me onto my hands and knees, my neck twisting at odd angles to make sure the cock never came out of my mouth.
Slap! A hand came down on my ass. I moaned, and at the same time felt my nose press into the pelvis of the guy I was sucking.
“Bitch is deep throating me.”
“Damn, his pussy is loose. Your dad fuck you, boy?” I moaned in affirmation around the cock I was sucking. “Haha, that’s nasty. What a faggot.” I felt his weight shift, and then his cock was sliding into my pussy. He was bigger than dad, stretching me more than ever before. It hurt. It felt good.
I liked it.
“Ohh, shit, faggot. Take it.” He started to pull his dick out and slam it back into me, over and over. My pussy went slack, relaxing to allow him to fuck as hard as he wanted. The harder, the better. My tongue swirled over the meat in my mouth as I was cunted all over again.
“Get ready for our cum, boy,” one of them said” They were both moaning, and so was I. I was ready for it. I wanted it. I felt it, exploding through my insides and pumping my mouth full. My body started to quiver between them as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum, and then I came, too, pinned between them, the world melting away. I came back to my senses when they both pulled out of me, and I collapsed onto my cum soaked bedding.
“What a whore,” one of them said as they walked out, never giving me so much as a second look. I was a whore now. Dad had done it, it was official. Had Rickey made him do it, or was that his own idea? I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table and called him.
“Hey bitch,” he answered. “How’s it hanging.”
“What did you do?” I asked him in defeat, even though I already knew the answer.
“What did I do? Exactly what I said I was going to do.” He answered. “Why, what happened?” He finished with a smug tone.
“Ohhhh, fuck, he fucked me, Rickey. Dad fucked me,” I confessed.
“Well?” He said, as if waiting for something obvious.
“Well what?” I asked, confused.
“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?” I moaned, and felt my nipples stiffen again. “You’ve been wanting your dad to fuck you for weeks. Aren’t you grateful I made it happen?” I froze, because I was having trouble holding back my “yes.” As much as I knew I hadn’t wanted him to do it, at least until he made me want him to do it, I also knew that getting fucked by dad had been the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me.
“B-but what about the other part?” I pressed, meekly, fully aware that I hadn’t refuted his last point.
“Other part?” This time he actually sounded confused.
“Making me… Making me a whore,” I blurted out. “He already let two guys fuck me,” I said, flushing as I laid back on my bed, casually stroking my erection while I talked to Rickey on the phone. While I waited for Dad to fuck me again. While I waited to see how many guys he would whore me out to tonight, tomorrow, the next day… Rickey burst out laughing.
“Oh, shit, man, I didn’t make him do that!” He kept laughing. “How much did you make?” He asked curiously, once he’d gotten past his amusement.
“Twenty each,” I told him.
“Daaaaaamn. He didn’t make you into a whore, he made you into a cheap whore.” I moaned into the phone without meaning to.
“Please, undo it,” I begged him. “I can’t be a whore.”
“I don’t know, man. It kinda suits you. I always thought you had a bit of a whore face.” I was about to cum again, so I let go of my cock. I went red when I realized that it was because Dad would want me to save it… For him, or… Or for a customer.
The doorbell rang again.
“Sounds like you’re about to have to get off the phone, huh, whore?” He chuckled while I tried to stammer out an objection. I heard the door close.
“Rickey, please!” I pleaded. I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and my heart started pounding faster. I felt a rush of warmth as my skin flushed, knowing what was about to happen, and that Rickey knew, and that Rickey had made it happen.
“Have fun, buddy. I’ll have twenty bucks for you on Monday.” He said before hanging up on me. I stared at the phone in shock. What had Rickey done to me? To us?
And what was he going to do to me on Monday? I knew, but I couldn’t face that truth.
“Breaks over, put your phone down,” Dad ordered sternly, walking into the room. “It’s time to get back to work.” I looked up at him, a shiver running up my spine at the contemptful, yet satisfied, look on his face. My attention was quickly drawn to the shadowy figure filling the doorway behind him.
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