#breedpig

‘What are you doing in here, son?’

‘Actually I wanted to talk to you’, I say to my stepdad. I’m nervous as hell. ‘You got a minute?’

‘Sure, what’s up?’ 

I stammer, not sure where to start. See, I’ve had a crush on my stepdad for months, and I think he knows. 

‘I really, um… I really want to, um…’

‘You really want to what, son?’ He walks closer. ‘Hmmm? What do you want?’ 

I can smell the sweat on him after an afternoon working in the back yard. I look at him and imagine making out with him, his rough stubble scratching my face and his tongue in my mouth. I get hard immediately.  

‘Hehe’, he half laughs. He’s looking down at my tented shorts. ‘You want my cock, son?’

‘Yes please’, I reply. 

‘Then I think you’d better get on your knees, boy.’

I do so instantly, practically salivating while my cock strains against my underwear. 

‘Thank you’, I say as he unzips his pants. 

‘Thank you what, son?’ 

I look up at him. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

‘Good boy. That’s what you’re calling me from now on, son. Especially when I fuck you. I wanna hear a nice loud ‘Thank you Daddy’ every time I thrust up your cunt. Clear?’

‘Yes Daddy.’

‘Good lad. Get Daddy’s meat in your mouth.’

As I suck him, he tells me he’s been jacking off into my underwear every time I’m not in the house for the last 6 months. ‘I knew you were after me, boy, but I was waiting for you to make the first move. Now, you’re 19 in a couple of weeks, right?’ 

‘Mm-hmm’ I manage as I hungrily lick his cock head. 

‘Good. And your mother’s back from her business trip tomorrow night. Hmm.’

I feel his hands grab my hair and he thrusts deeper into my mouth. ‘Hands up on my nipples, son,’ he says. ‘Give ‘em a good fucking tug.’ 

He grunts as he thrusts in deeper still. ‘Take it all the way down, son. I wanna hear you gagging on your daddy’s dick. I’m only gonna fuck your mouth today, boy. I’m gonna save taking your virginity for tomorrow night. Your mother’s gonna come back from her business trip, and the first thing she’s gonna see is me raping a load up your cunt while you scream the place down begging for it raw.’ 

I take his cock out of my mouth and say ‘That sounds so fucking hot, Daddy. That’s exactly what I want - for her to walk in on us fucking.’ 

‘I didn’t say stop sucking me, boy. I’m close, and you’re gonna swallow it all. Every drop. Then I want you begging me to jerk off another load all over your face.’ 

I open wide and he rams his big cock down my throat to the root. ‘Fuck yeah, son. Good boy, let Daddy fuck that throat.’ 

I can sense him getting closer, and I tug his nipples good and hard for him. ‘Good boy,’ he murmurs. ‘I think the sleeping arrangements in this house are gonna change, son, effective immediately. My house, my rules. For starters, I’ll be moving you into my bedroom. I could give a fuck where your mum sleeps, but you’re gonna be getting dicked down in my bed. Every night. I’m gonna have you on your back with your knees next to your ears and your wrists tied to your fucking ankles, boy, begging for my meat.’

I start to gag as he gets even closer, and he thrusts harder. ‘Tug on them fucking nipples, pig’, he orders, and when I do he grunts, and then shoots his cream all over my tonsils while calling me a whore. I gratefully swallow as he thrusts again, and then lick his cock clean. 

‘Good lad,’ he says. ‘I guess you’ll want to come as well, will you?’ 

‘Yes please Daddy,’ I say. I haven’t even touched my own cock, in fact I’m still fully clothed. 

‘Strip,’ he says, and I stand up and do so. I’m hard and leaking. He smirks. ‘On all fours, boy. I’m gonna tan your fucking hide for you while you wank.’ 

‘Thank you Daddy,’ I say. 

‘Get that back arched, son.’ I do it. ‘Good pig. I’m gonna belt your arse, boy. Feel free to scream ‘Thank you Daddy’ every time my belt connects with your arse.’ 

‘Yes Daddy,’ I say. 

He walks over to the dresser and gets a big leather belt from the drawer. ‘This is my spanking belt, son. You’re gonna get really used to begging for a spanking. You’ll be doing it every day. You ready, pig?’ 

I nod. 

The first lash stings and I grunt. 

‘What do you say, boy?’

‘Th-thank you Daddy,’ I respond. 

He lashes again. ‘Thank you Daddy,’ I say, more confident now. 

Again. ‘Louder, pig,’ he says. 

Again. And again. And again. 

‘THANK YOU, DADDY’ I scream, and I spunk all over the hardwood floor.

‘Lick that up, pig,’ he orders. ‘Then you’re gonna suck your Daddy’s dick again, and I’m gonna pull out and spunk all over your face. Sound good, boy?’ 

‘Yes Daddy’, I reply, and bend down to lick my own spunk up.

‘Good lad. I’ll tell you what, son, I can’t fucking wait for your mum to get home. Now, open wide and suck me, slut. Nice and slow this time. Take your fucking time over it. Good boy. Oh - and I’m gonna jerk off into your undies every morning from now on, and you’re gonna wear ‘em as soon as I have. I want you walking around with my cum stains in your fucking undies, boy.’ 

‘Thank you, Daddy.’

A friend of my dad’s is sitting in our living room when I come downstairs. 

He’s dressed in a Santa outfit. 

‘Mr Harris?’ I ask, bewildered. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Hey, son,’ he says, winking at me. ‘I know your parents aren’t around for the holidays and I had a spare key, so just wanted to stop in and see how you’re doing. You wanna come over here and tell Santa what you want for Christmas?’ 

I laugh and turn towards the kitchen. ‘No thanks, I’m 21. I think I’m a little old for Father Christmas, don’t you?’

‘Suit yourself,’ he says, and stands up and stretches. I hadn’t really noticed until now, but the suit is half unbuttoned, and I can see his big, hairy, powerful chest straining against it as he stretches. 

He catches me staring and I blush. 

‘Hehe,’ he chuckles. ‘You sure you don’t wanna come sit up on my knee, son?’ 

I hesitate. My mouth is dry. Secretly, I’ve had a crush on my dad’s friend for years but I never thought anything would ever come of it. 

‘At least tell me which list to put you on,’ he says as I walk slowly back toward him. 

‘List?’

He pulls me down onto his lap. ‘Naughty or nice’, he says. 

Firmly holding me on his lap, he slowly starts to bounce me up and down on his knee. 

‘N-naughty’, I stammer, looking into his eyes.

‘Yeah?’ He murmurs in my ear. ‘You been a naughty boy, have you, eh?’

‘Yes, Sir’, I choke out. I suddenly realise I’m rock hard. 

‘And what do you think naughty boys should get?’

He’s still moving his knee up and down so that I have to put my hand on his chest to steady myself. 

‘A spanking,’ I reply without thinking. 

He laughs, another dry, dirty chuckle. ‘Yeah? Over my knee for a good hiding, is that it, boy? I think we can do better than that. I think,’ he murmurs into my ear again, ‘bad boys like you need a good hard fuck. What do you say to that?’

I whimper a little as his hand strays towards my crotch. As he caresses the bulge in my jeans he says, ‘Oh, I don’t think you need to say anything at all.’ 

He orders me to strip and get on all fours. I hear the sound of a belt buckle coming undone behind me, and he says, ‘You ready for my cock, faggot?’

I nod imperceptibly. Before I know it, I feel his full weight on top of me and he gets a fistful of my hair and pulls gently, forcing me to arch my back. Again he speaks, low, into my ear. ‘When I ask you a question, boy, the answer is ‘Yes, Sir’. Is that clear, faggot?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I reply instantly. 

‘Good’. Then the weight shifts slightly, and that’s when I feel his thick, hard cock resting in the cleft of my arse. ‘Now, why don’t you tell me where you want my cock, boy? Nice and loud.’

‘Deep up my faggot cunt, please, SIR!’ I shout. 

‘Yeah? That where you want it, boy?’ 

‘Yes please, Sir.’

‘Yeah? Bareback?’

‘YES SIR!’ I am trembling with anticipation.

‘Good boy. Here it fucking comes.’ 

He slides into my cunt, balls deep. ‘Thank you SIR!’ I scream. 

‘God, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a couple of years now, son. Been biding my time. And now, here we are. Christ, that’s a tight cunt. You’re a virgin, ain’t’cha boy?’

‘Yes Sir,’ I reply, feeling him thrust into my hole. 

He chuckles again. ‘Yeah, just my fuckin’ type. Dirty whore.’ 

He keeps going, holding onto my hips and thrusting hard. Several minutes pass, during which he keeps pulling my hair to keep my back arched so he can thrust deeper into my cunt. 

‘You ready for me to flood your fucking guts for you, faggot?’ 

‘Yes Sir’, I reply, whimpering in pleasure.

‘Good, because I’m about three thrusts from breeding your cunt.’

I feel him thrust twice, and then he pulls out. I wait a second, then turn my head to look at him behind me. He’s breathing heavily, that gorgeous furry chest rising and falling.

‘What’s the matter?’ I ask. 

He looks me right in the eyes. ‘Beg for it, faggot. Beg me to breed that hole.’

I catch on quickly. ‘Please, Sir,’ I beg, giving him my best fuck-me eyes, ‘please dump that load up my faggot cunt. I need that fucking seed please Sir. Spunk in my fucking guts. Fucking knock me up, please Sir.’

He grabs hold of my hips and thrusts into my cunt, balls deep. As he thrusts, I tense and squeeze my arse muscles so I’m extra tight for him. 

‘Oh, you dirty little slut’, he mutters as he realises what I’ve done. And then, ‘FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK’, he shouts, and I feel him shoot his load deep in my arse. He thrusts a time or two more, just enough so he knows every last drop is dumped up my cunt, and then I feel him get off me. 

‘Thank you, Sir’, I say. He sits down on the chair again and pulls me onto his lap. 

‘We can’t tell your parents about this, boy. Not yet, at least. Understand?’

We’re kissing, deep and passionately. ‘Yes Sir,’ I reply. ‘Anything you say.’

‘So, have you learned your lesson, boy? You gonna be a good boy from now on?’

I smile cheekily at him, before saying ‘No. If anything, I’m gonna be as bad as possible.’ I reposition myself on his knee so I can duck my mouth down to his right nipple, which I start licking, sucking and lightly biting.

‘Then I guess I’ll have to keep fucking you, boy. Once a week at least, until - careful, boy. You’re going the right way for another good hard fuck.’

‘Mmm-hmm’, I murmur, my mouth still working his nipple while my hands explore that big, hairy chest. I slide off his knee, release his nipple from my mouth and say, ‘I’m counting on it.’ Then I kiss my way down his body until I’m kneeling in front of him. 

I look up. ‘The next load of cream you shoot is gonna be right down the back of my faggot throat, Sir. All over my fucking tonsils. I’ll swallow it all.’ 

Something’s going in your mouth, boy. 

It’s either my cock or my cigar ash. It’s up to you. You’ve got about 10 seconds starting now to make the decision, or I’ll make it for you. And believe me, faggot, if I have to make it for you, it’ll be both. I’ll have you blowing me while I’m smoking until I nut all over your tonsils, and then I’ll drop my stogie ash on your tongue. Then, just for good measure I’ll piss in your fucking mouth.