LIKE FATHER.

Alejandro was taken by surprise. Ever since he developed the sudden crush, he wouldn’t stop texting the boy on his phone and he wasn’t as cooperative with his fathers. Part of him suspected what this talking was about so he wanted to avoid it at all costs. “I don’t feel like it daddy. I have something more important to do and I would appreciate it for you to give me some space, please.” It was clear he tried to maintain respect towards his father while still rejecting his advances in favor of this boy.

        The lewd noises Miguel makes only help to make sure this assualt’s dark mark is burned permanently in Jojo’s soul. Not even looking away helps to block out the hurt and shame. Jojo makes one last strangled cry with Miguel’s final thrust, the impact causing his back drag against the floor. He goes silent for a beat, about ready to thank God for the wolf’s climax, but his brief reprieve is taken away as soon as he realizes that it’s not over for him. Cum is jetting so forcefully that it feels like a firehose is going off in his guts. Jojo’s palms slam to the ground and he starts scrambling once more, clawing so hard that his fingertips start to bleed. He sees his stomach swell—an uncomfortable pain much different than the brutal fucking—and starts hyperventilating as a result. He realizes his ass feels like it’s going to rip apart too, the mysterious, inhuman sensation causing him a newfound terror since he has no clue what it means. His body reacts though, making his back arch up slightly as he tries to squirm away. “It’s too much! You’re too big! Stop it stop it!” This moment of coherent speech is brief for Miguel’s growing knot pushes the right spot behind Jojo’s prostate. In an instant, he’s throwing his head back and spewing cum like a faucet all over his rounding belly. He can’t control himself and the stretched skin of his outer sphincter sucks in the thick mound as his walls continue to milk the invading dick. He’s crying in pain and ecstasy, but when his orgasm subsides and he pants out his first words, they feel foreign and sinister as if someone is using him like a puppet. “I don’t want you to ever stop cunting me Daddy.” Miguel’s load is locked in his ass and the Hale magic is fully starting to infect him now.

     he could practically hear the wet sound as the other sank down in their couch and it took everything inside him not to gag. this was hot in a certain way, but… too much. remy liked sex, but even he had his limits.      so he thanked for the couch, instead let his bag and tripod down next to it while keeping the recording going, getting a good shot of the seated man. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t look a certain kind of… majestic, that was the word, proud and unashamed in his obvious sexuality, but all derek told him just became more and more crazy. were any of the activities here even legal?      ‘wait, you mean they… you all only feed on cum, like, 24/7? is tha’ healthy?’ he knelt down, at least careful not to flat-out sit down on the sticky floor, but from where he had lowered himself he had a beautiful angle on his subject, cock glistening in the light from the window – he swallowed. was his… mouth watering? this was insane.      ‘but, jus’ for my own clarity… we’d only agreed on you and me, righ’? gang bangs cost extra, f-y-i.’ he always joked that he first reflex on seeing a big cock was to suck it, but the urge was real the longer he looked at the three men in the room, and before he could do anything like it, he dragged his tripod over to position his camera on top of it, fetching a new, fully-charged one from the bag to turn it on for a proper close-up shot of derek’s still cum-covered erection. then remy pressed the camera into derek’s hands and took a long lick of that seed, from the base all the way to the tip. it only helped to fuel that craving for more of it, and he was fully aware that this was not an urge that just came from inside him – it was something in this house, something coming off of these men.      and he was slowly becoming a slave to it without even minding it too much.

gang bangs cost extra. “sure they do...” derek said, rolling his eyes as the boy knelt down to suck him like any sane boy would do. it was just how the natural order of things were. there was no way he would be paying remy a cent for any of this. people should be paying HIM just to have his seed inside them once. remy truly was conceited, wasn’t he? he took the camera gladly into his hands as he continued filming remy lap at his cock like the whore he was, precum already gushing from the tip of his eleven inch cock. “once you experience us cumming, you’ll see how it’s possible to feed our sons with it. because that’s just what you are now. our son. our own blood, you hear? it’s our cum that made you, no one else’s. --- that’s the next rule on our list, you hear? we’re all a family here as soon as you entered that door.”

     remy was impressed, to say the least. that this kind of places existed as a whole, and he’d never even heard about them – he was stunned. he filmed everything he saw, waved back at every greeting, but his mouth would stay the little surprised ‘o’ it was now for a long while. he made sure to capture the audio too, not just for the lustful moans all around him but for the instructions he was being given. did he have enough battery for all of this, though?      ‘no clothes, clean hole, no means yes, no condoms. tha’s only four rules, though.’ he glanced up from the camera’s tiny screen to look at derek, eyebrows raised. ‘how do you keep, you know… disease at bay? i mean, no condoms, new people… i’d be at leas’ a little bit careful, you know? if one gets it, everyone get is, i imagine.’ the shameless implication that nobody was off-limits to anyone was easily made, but somehow remy had the gut feeling that that guess was right on the money. it wasn’t in his place to judge, but if he was going to fuck this guy and he still had cum and whatever of whoever-the-fuck on his dick – he had legit reasons to be concerned.      ‘does nobody ever clean here? i mean, you do you and all, bu’ seems a bi’… unhygienic. i’ve been here two minutes and i already feel like i need to scrape the cum from under my toenails.’ he halted for a moment to get a well-angled shot of the other two alphas from here, one perfectly timed to see him pull out followed by a gush of cum, which had remy say a little ‘wow’ in awe. he’d seen a lot of cumshots, but that was legendary shit.      ‘but i’ll be ou’ of your hair tonigh’, so… i’m assuming i don’ have to worry much about the whole no means yes thing, right?’

   “oh, there’s much more. just thought to pause and ask you in case you had any questions and... you had some so,” derek stopped in the living room where peter and jack were and sat down on the couch ( it too was drenched in cum of course ) before inviting remy to do the same if he so pleased. derek leaned back, his arms spread at his sides as if he wanted to bathe himself in the filth of the couch just to prove a point. “have you never heard? werewolf cum possesses special properties. healing and rejuvenating properties. i mean, us werewolves are immune to any diseases, but even our human pups are safe from them as long as they swallow our cum like good boys.”

     okay, he was definitely questioning whether he wanted to be here when the other male basically threatened him. did he want that movie or did he want to leave? leaving had his preference at the moment, but… fuck, this could mean so much for his career, for his finances, hell, for everything.      and then he dropped his bag to the floor slowly and peeled off his jacket, followed by his shirt. traces of previous appointment were still vaguely visible on his skin in old bruises, but he didn’t seem shy about any of it. shoes kicked off into the house, jeans slipping down his legs and following suit along with his socks. commando. he wasn’t sure if that had been smart or not at this point. ‘let me just grab a camera before i enter, okay? tha’s all.’ he glanced around to see the street behind him empty, and then dug into his bag for a small handheld cam, fumbling with it for a moment before he was all ready. he stuffed his clothes into the bag as well this time around and naked as the day he was born he passed the man into the house, instantly wrapped into a pressing warmth coming from all the bodies and fluids, and his camera recording the first impression of what he was seeing inside there.      ‘holy fuck,’ he exclaimed quietly, mouth open in – surprise? awe? shock? but it was one of those things he couldn’t look away from even if he wanted to. he didn’t need anyone to tell him what the daily going-ons were in here, though – the well-used young men around him, one literally getting impaled on another man’s cock as he looked on, as well as the stickiness that clung to his feet already told remy more than enough.

   “you’re already recording, yes? good. while you film all that, how about i give you a little lesson on your house rules; there’s only sixteen of them, so shouldn’t take too long,” derek said just as he passed their kitchen that was pretty much out of use. all that their sons consume was their cum anymore, making the kitchen just another place to have sex in -- just like his own father, miguel, did with their son, scott. miguel raised a hand up at them to greet remy as an acknowledgement, but did not stop brutally pounding the boy as they walked past.

    “so obviously, you’re already familiar with our rule number one: no clothes. ever. also keep your hole clean. no one wants your shit on their dick. got it?”

    they continued their little house tour/introduction in the general living room where both peter and jack were fucking their sons. both of them were actually fucking their biological sons. peter fucked his son jackson while jack bred his poor human boy, simon, while they passed by. all of the alphas knew that a camera was coming so of course they all coordinated this whole thing to impress, even though remy didn’t even know that they were their actually sons. in a way, derek was envious of them that peter and jack even had sons of their own and not just ones that were abused into becoming their pretend-sons. but at least he had his father, miguel, who would fuck him to make it better.

“yeah i’m close.” he confessed too. peter was strong. his arms around his body made a perfect hug. all peter’s body was well built up. he trained and everyone who could see him naked know it. but damn. riding his dick? that was such a good decision right there. colin wasn’t backing off. he rode dick like a pro. his ass moved up and down, back and forth. he knew how to do it. and he knew that by peter’s breath and body that he was enjoying it too. “ah fuck i’m coming.” he cried, jerking off as peter’s cock worked his ass in a perfect way. “i’m…” and then he gasped, throwing the load all over the man’s chest, joined by a loud moan that marked the end of his first round.

“fuuuuck, colin. i’m cumming. i’m filling you up, take it all,” peter groaned, his body shaking as his cock shot gushes of cum in pulses into his nephew. now it’s official; he fucked his own family, his own nephew. it might now have been an achievement many people would have been proud of, but colin truly had been the light of his life within this bleak family. he kissed colin again, desperately as his orgasm kept on going. his chest was a mess, covered in colin’s cum yet the real mess was inside colin’s hole now. his potent cum. “i love you, baby,” peter moaned between lustful kisses.

     yes, the naked thing was a little bit… over the top, but it wasn’t the first time. they usually didn’t look like they just pulled out of someone’s mouth, though. wait. that was… oh, okay. the man was covered in cum. okay. he could work with that.      and then he took in the rest of the entire scene that seemed to happen behind the man. he could hear voices, sounds that he easily recognised as being from some sort of orgy, and the smell – yeah, that was sex smell. no doubt about it.      ‘i’m sorry, what?’ he had almost entirely missed the other’s demand while adjusting to the situation, and made a small step back. not scared, just… intimidated. and fairly sure that if he proved to be a pushover already, he’d never get paid for whatever this man had in store.      ‘that’s, ehm… no’ how i work, sir. sorry. i can come in, but i will no’ strip naked on your doorstep. i need to se’ up the cameras first and we need to discuss what we’ll be doing. for my own safety, you understand. i’m down for a lo’ of things, i jus’ like to know wha’.’ he wouldn’t lie to himself that the longer he stood there, the more attractive the idea became to just do as he was told, though – from what he’d read on the web, that wasn’t uncommon, alphas (that’s what he assumed the man in front of him was) tended to have that effect on the average human being if they willed it so.      and he was very aware that this man was very much radiating something his way.

it just felt so good to have dick. colin didn’t have much experience and there weren’t many opportunities he could sleep with boys without his parents wondering where he was. he knew no one of the family liked the fact that colin actually did like (and loved) his uncle. but spending time with him was going to cover the sexual event they could do any time they wanted. he covered his uncle’s mouth, sweating like a poor devil. “uncle that’s sweet and i love you a lot but please just fuck me.” he said, moaning and kissing him on the mouth. “we’ve got plenty of time to talk after we cum.”

He watched him cum and cover his chest with it. Wet, humid, warm, and his son’s. It felt weird. It felt dangerous. And yet he wasn’t stopping him. He looked at him, and denied him the kiss with a gesture of his head. “When you get me to cum.” Bobbi answered raising enough to be close, tempting, but not giving away.

“You’re a big man now, you won’t be getting what you want by stuttering and begging.” He added, bending his knees, “lift up your hips, son. until you’re barely feeling my cock inside. And bend back, on a … forty five degree angle, more or less.” he said, observing his body.

“Oh... Okay,” Peter said, his voice filled with disappointment at his father’s rejection. Of course he was -- a big man. He was old enough to be one at least. Not that anyone else had seen him as that. Peter wasn’t the most social, rather awkward and still stuck in his childish days, he guessed. It wasn’t his father’s fault he turned out that way, however. That was all on Peter himself.

“Cum if you may,”  Bobbi pointed, one hand moving from below his head to slap his child’s ass, forcing him to bounce down harder against his cock. “But stop and you’ll face more than a simple punishment.” H promised, looking at his son with tempted eyes. 

He wasn’t feeling completely sure that was a good thing to do. He was well aware of it, and yet, all he could think about, was how much he needed the release his son had began to offer him. Unfairly, sure. Taking him asleep was not something he had taught him. But once awoken, he had agreed on it. If he was having his son facing the consequences of his decision. He had to face his own. Adn see it coming down to an end.

“Okay, Da- I mean, S-Sir.” Peter grabbed his own cock, jerking it for a few seconds before his highly pitched moans increased in a crescendo of lust. His hole tightened around his father’s cock as he painted his father’s chest in cum. One. Two. Three. Four. Five gushes of cum creating a mess in what had seemed to be Peter’s most intense orgasm. He had never thought in his life that his father would become the man to take his anal virginity.

       riley almost had to pinch himself when he saw his dad pulling down his shorts and reveal that massive cock in front of him like it was the most casual thing to do. he’d always known his family was fucked up, but didn’t think it would go to this extent.     ❛ what do you–? ❜     before the boy could even finish his sentence he was being overpowered and pinned down by the older man, little he could do to break free from his grasp. even though riley talked a big game, he wasn’t the strongest person out there– people just usually backed off after being put on the spot like riley did– but his father clearly had other intentions and plans for him.     ❛  the fuck d’ya think you’re doin’, dad? get off of me– ❜     he struggled and struggled, but to no avail– only resulting in him grinding against his father’s throbbing cock without really meaning to and providing the older man with more friction.