“Daddy!”
You smile as you look up to see your child playfully running around with your dog.
It’s been a while since the incident at the school. Branded by the teachers as a “good student”, you spent the next years using the bathroom and being used by most of the faculty. On the day of your graduation, there was an especially big crowd at night, where you and your friend were swarmed up by the teachers who had been using your holes. Not only were the teachers there, but some parents were too, eager to use you to learn about how to fuck their own flesh and blood, and you were happy to oblige.
You found out more about the school, how the old building was a cover-up for older guys to use young children. The hidden rooms, hallways that would lead between the two buildings, the basement that led down from the corridor, you learned off all its uses. No wonder the school didn’t try and bring the building down; even the school president was using it.
But you’ve gotten older now, a young parent. You and your friend felt safe together, with the secret of the school staying with the two of you, which later bloomed into a loving relationship. He got a job as a teacher, just like his father, and you, well… Your actual interest in the buildings of the school led you to be an architect. Still with the connections at school, after learning of your chosen occupation, they hired you for some “underground” jobs, which you were happy to take.
After a few years of early marriage, you decide to adopt a child and a dog. You and your friend were living a happy life, and wished to share it with others as well. You loved your child, and he loved you back.
“Daddy, wha’cha doin’?”
You’re a bit startled. You’d been reminiscing for quite a while with such concentration that you didn’t know your kid had come right next to you. Your dog bounds in between you two and starts licking at your face.
“Nothing sweety, daddy’s just thinking about some stuff that happened.” You explain, smiling.
Your child smiles back at you, and a memory hits you.
A dark room lit with a night light, him smiling back at you, howling with ecstasy as you fuck him in his bed. He screams for more of your child-loving cock, a phrase that he learned that you liked.
You blush, but take in the feeling. You learned to accept your perversion, as nothing had felt as good as the corruption overtaking your mind. Your smile becomes more perverse, you eying your child’s small body as you pat your dog on his ass.
You sit up, getting your phone, dialing a number you’ve used so many times. It’s time that he met his grandfather…