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He choked and made a high-pitched chirping, coughing sound in shock.\n\n“And I think you printed out some of my things on accident too, you little rascal” his Father continued as his hands slipped lower, under Batty’s shirt, massaging his nipples as Batty’s eyes shot wide open and he tried turning around, but his Father’s strong grip held him in place.\n\n“And I don’t think printing those was an accident, either... and I didn’t raise a liar” Batty’s Father was now speaking almost silently into Batty’s sensitive ear, but rose and turned sharp at the last part. Batty could feel his Father’s hot, humid breath as his heart began beating rapidly and butterflies tickled his belly and he felt an intensely excited feeling that he had never felt before. “Is this a dream? It can’t be,” Batty thought. 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It wasn’t until his Father roughly lifted his boy’s shirt up to remove it that his son’s sight of his Father’s penis was broken, and Batty squeezed his eyes shut as his shirt obstructed his view of the penis that made him. Batty keeps his eyes closed even after his shirt is removed, relying only on his aural vision, his brow furled in a mixture of emotions that he has never experienced before simultaneously.\n\n“Whether or not this is a punishment is entirely up to you” Batty’s Father continued in the same low, gravely voice, now laden with an indecency and primal tone that Batty had never heard anyone use before, not even in the studio-recorded heterosexual porn he had forced himself to watch while jerking off. Batty felt his Father roughly grip Batty’s erect penis through his underwear, wincing at the sensitivity.\n\n“And you made a mess here, too? This kind of mess takes hours of unruly behavior, you’ve been behaving badly today, boy. I haven’t had to spank you in a long time, but I need to make sure that this lesson takes, ” Batty’s Father continues, “...I love you, son.”\n\nBatty blinks. His eyes shoot open and meet his Father’s gaze, his Father’s eyes are filled with a deep sense of love and caring, shining through his cross-yet-obscene expression and body language. Batty feels his precum soaked briefs drop to his ankles as he joins his father in aroused nudity. His Father pulls Batty close, their penises brush against each other before his Father steps forward to rub them together. His Father’s large, sweat-soaked belly presses against Batty’s slim figure, the thick body hair obscures the sight of their sensitive penises smearing each other as they rub together, marking Batty’s groin with the same seed that made him.\n\nA loud SLAP cuts through the tense silence choking the air, and Batty’s butt stings in pain and he opens his mouth to cry out. Before he can make a sound, his Father’s large tongue is stuffed inside Batty’s mouth, the warm, wet, and thick tongue exploring the inside as their saliva mixes together and drips from the corner of Batty’s mouth and down his chin. Batty’s jerks back but his Father pulls him closer, not allowing the much smaller Batty to move as his Father’s tongue twists and wriggles, filling his mouth and even running over his teeth.\n\nIt all feels so natural, even supernatural, for the smol Batty. A tap into something esoteric, ancient and forgotten. At each step, Batty put up a struggle but not because he tried to or wanted to. Batty liked it, but he didn’t like the fact that he liked it. \n\nStill squirming, his Father pushed Batty to the floor and on his back. His father turned around and bent over so that his Father’s cock and balls were now dangling over Batty’s nervous face. His Father demanded that Batty take his balls in his mouth. Batty hesitated, it wasn’t until his Father’s balls were pressed and rubbing against Batty’s face that he gave them a tentative lick, the taste was salty and musky, but surprisingly pleasant. Batty quietly opened his mouth wide, squeezed his eyes shut, and finally took one of them into his mouth. Batty’s cock felt harder than ever before as struggled to keep even one of his Father’s large, hairy testicles in his mouth as he found himself staring at his own Dad’s asshole, something he had never seen or even imagined before now.\n\nBatty’s Father was careful not to press his son too far, he was inexperienced after all. He rolled his boy over and pulled his rear upwards so that Batty was on all fours, with his head stooped low and his ass higher in the air. Batty whimpered quietly, unable to bring himself to do or say anything. When his father’s handpaws left his backside, Batty lowered them slightly and turned his head. Another loud SLAP cut though the tense silence, causing Batty to raise his ass higher and to direct his gaze straight ahead.\n\n“This is supposed to teach you a lesson for lying, snooping through my private business, and for wasting printer ink, so I expect you to do as you are told and to be a good boy for your Daddy.” his Father said as Batty heard the plastic sound of something like a shampoo bottle being uncapped.\n\nThe next thing Batty felt was a poke and a prod at his backside, before he felt the large, bulbous tip of his Father’s cock pressed up hard against his virgin butthole. Batty’s eyes shot wide open and he yelped and startled as it was shoved forward and the first inches slid inside, wet and slippery with lube. It stung and hurt and burned, even as his Father quickly withdrew it with a wet sound. Batty started to push himself up with his handpaws when he felt a heavy weight on his lower back. His Father’s large, hairy footpaw was pressing down on him as his Father’s cock bobbed and brushed against Batty’s ass once more.\n\n“Son, you know I don’t like to repeat myself.” Batty’s Father growled, “This is a punishment, you do not get a choice in the matter, but since this is your first time, I’ll go slower so that it doesn’t hurt too much… so long as you let it happen. You need to relax, first.”\n\nBatty sighed and took a deep breath, and again he felt his Father pressing to get inside of him. Suddenly, it slid inside and this time it felt good. Batty was shocked at how big it felt, he knew it was big, but feeling it inside of him made him feel full and stretched to his limit already. It simultaneously ached and felt like the most pleasurable thing ever. His Father continued to press forward until Batty felt what could only be his Father’s balls pressed up against his ass.\n\nBatty’s Father leaned forward so that his muzzle was only an inch from Batty’s ear, its hot, humid breath tickling Batty’s sensitive ear canal. “You’re doing a great job with the squeezing, boy. I can feel that, you know.”\n\nBatty didn’t even realize he was squeezing, but now that he realized he was and that his Father could feel it… Batty thought about the implications of that as the cock that made him started to pull back, only to slam forward again roughly, flooding Batty’s with a mixture of pleasure and pain. As his Father’s cock sawed back and forth inside Batty, the pleasure became more intense and the pain faded to almost nothing as Batty began to feel tingly and fuzzy all over his body.\n\nEvery time his boy got close to orgasm, his Father stopped his thrusting, wanting his son to beg for release as his cock would remain still and throb inside of Batty. When Batty remained quiet, his Dad let him reset slightly only to begin thrusting again to bring his son back to the edge of orgasm. The third time Batty’s Dad stopped thrusting, he whispered into Batty’s ear, “I want you to beg for it” before his tongue slipped inside of Batty’s ear, driving Batty mad with lust. When Batty finally choked out the words to beg, he did so automatically and almost unconsciously, and in an extremely gay voice that Batty didn’t even know he was capable of talking in. Instead of bringing his son to orgasm, Batty’s father pulled out and stood up, patting his boy on his bottom. It was time to change positions.\n\nEach time Batty was begrudgingly brought to the sexual ecstasy required for him to beg his father to fuck him into orgasm, his Father would instead insist that they needed to change the position they were fucking in. They fucked in all sorts of different places in the house as they otherwise carried on with their regular day as much as possible, even pausing to make a delicious tea and some snacks, only to spill most of them as Batty’s Father began to fuck his boy on the kitchen counter. Eventually his Father couldn’t stop himself anymore, and Batty knew when it happened because his Father’s penis suddenly became extra slippery. A warm, wet feeling spread deep inside Batty as his Father’s rapid thrusts became shorter and faster, the balls that made Batty were rolling against the boy’s ass as his Father’s cock stirred the seed that spawned Batty deep inside his ass.\n\nBatty realized what had caused the additional slipperiness, and that realization was insanely hot for the young bat as his pleasure reached new heights. His Father was grunting as that pleasure spilled over the edge and his sons ass squeezed and massaged his Father’s cock as the younger bat finally was allowed to orgasm. Each thrust by his Father made Batty’s smaller cock jump and shoot a load of cum, almost as though his Father were cumming through his son’s penis. As this happened, his Father’s tongue explored the insides of Batty’s ear, his Father grunting in an obscene undertone some phrases so lewd and personal that they cannot be repeated. Batty’s Dad was asking his son if he likes his Daddy’s cock, when something clicked in Batty’s mind and he realized that he did... a lot. As the pleasure remained at peak, Batty began grinding and pushing back desperately on his Dad’s dick, it ached in a somehow pleasurable way as Batty’s entire body was tingling and wracked with wave after wave of the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. The wet slapping sounds were interrupted only by his Father’s grunts and Batty’s moans as they came together, Batty making these cute sounds that he had never made before. Batty was thanking his Daddy profusely in the gayest and most submissive voice he had ever heard, a voice that Batty never knew he had. The orgasmic frenzy cumulated to an ultimate in bliss and satisfaction that neither Batty or his Daddy had ever experienced or even imagined in their filthiest fantasies. It was really fucking hot. So much so that even the very author of this story had to change their coom-stained underwear numerous times and would like to extend a very heartfelt apology to the reader for any messiness that may occur.\n\nThe end. :3",
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I hope that's okee. I have a lot of art backlog, what slows me down is writing these stories for them. I will never get them posted if I write stories for each one, but this one is "old but gold" because it's still hawt to me. x3
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Music : Muddy Waters - Good Morning Little School Girl
Youtube link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOCgOX2dtPQ&list=PL...
(Folk Singer full album playlist)
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(Art from 9/12/2016)
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TRIGGER WARNING : Will make you horny and redpill you at the same time.
His Father's sudden casual nudity around the house made Batty kind of nervous. Batty wasn't exactly comfortable with his own sexuality, but at the same time, he couldn't stop himself from staring when he thought his Dad was distracted. Half of Batty wished that he hadn't found the pictures of his naked and aroused Father on their shared computer, but the other half left the computer unattended with dozens of his favorite pictures collaged together to fit on a single page in photoshop. Batty scurried to the printer in his Dad's office to collect the collage and the old school report that it was sandwiched in-between. When Batty returned, he noticed the school report was closed, but his heart sank when he noticed photoshop was still open. Trembling, Batty quickly closed photoshop without saving, only to notice that his Dad's picture folder was not only still open, but seemed to have new pictures added it.
Batty couldn’t stop trembling as his mind raced. Could his Father have noticed that he was going through his pictures? If his Father wasn’t mad, could that really be why his Dad didn't tie his bathrobe closed this morning, and why he was lounging around in only a pair of flip flops the rest of the day? Batty slapped himself in the face and bit his knuckle. “Fuck. Can’t be.” Batty thought. As he stood there, trying to calm down, Batty tried to think of a single instance he had ever jerked off to anything other than being roughly dominated and fucked in the ass by a far older, larger, hairier and stronger male. Batty’s mind was drawing a blank. He had previously tried to force himself to jerk off to females or at least a male closer to his own age, but every time he got close to orgasm, the subject of his fantasy had changed. Batty was convinced that this had to be a choice, or something that he could change. Batty worried that if he had ever acted on his desires with a partner, that it would be the act itself that realized his sexuality. Why did it have to be males? Why were they always imagined as being so much older, extremely hairy, and with big, fat bellies? Batty also considered that they would always be stronger, and that he would be powerless to stop it once it started. In each one of Batty’s fantasies, the sex was forced on Batty “unwillingly.” Batty couldn’t be the one to make the first move, because that would be his own choice, and that would solidify his desires into his sexuality permanently.
Batty was convinced that he could change his desires if he fought himself for long enough. He had to be straight, he just had to. Batty didn’t act, talk or dress gay. Batty also doesn’t like rainbows or being locked into some kind of “identity” that has to be publicly declared. So why were all of Batty’s fantasies about men? Men old enough to be his own Dad, hitting on him until they would literally fuck the cum out of Batty without even touching his cock? Why were so many of Batty’s fantasies about being “raped” and imagining that he wouldn’t even enjoy it until he came? Batty wanted someone who wasn't burdened with these conflicting emotions about their sexuality. Batty didn't want to have to make decisions. Batty just wanted his partner to toss him around and hold him down and give him almost no say in the matter. Batty wanted the obvious decision to be to relax and take it, Batty didn't even want to have to touch himself, he wanted it to be fucked out of him…
“Surely, indulging in these... fantasies... would make me a freak for life,” Batty thought while fidgeting with his final essays from the year before. Batty fidgeted and bent the corner of the front page back and forth, thinking about the lurid collage he knew was hidden between the pages of his essay. Batty was working up the courage to take a look at... it.
Batty wished he could somehow perform a quicksave, reply to some ads online and get all of this out of his system. Batty would be fine with all that if he could just undo it when he was finished… So that he could go back to being straight afterwards.
Batty was getting angry at himself again, working himself up, hopefully enough to crumple it all up and throw it in a shredder. He resorted to thinking about the reasons he had heard in the media growing up. If Batty wanted to try sex, he would need loads of tests, all sorts of medications, it would be expensive, there would be all these additional health measures just to hang out with with members of that community. He wouldn’t even be able to socialize with anyone or make friends if he didn’t have a medical record a mile long just to get in to the places they frequent, and there was all these rules about what you can and can’t say, what you have to believe, and you have to stay “up to date” on all sorts of new and experimental medications. Batty had spent countless hours researching all the diseases he could catch, but the symptoms of the most dangerous ones were always so vague and each source differed on the symptoms. Batty did not need that kind of worry, so he decided to just never indulge in what he wanted the most.
Life is not a videogame, and there is no quicksave or undo button. Batty began to crumble up the report and it’s hidden secret as tears welled up in his eyes. Every time he tried to jerk off to women, by the time he came, he had his eyes squeezed shut, thinking about an older man roughly pushing him to floor and dominating him until he couldn't help but submissively present himself to get fucked in the ass by a man. Because he didn’t have to make the decision, because Batty wouldn’t consent, it was easier to justify to himself participating in it. In his fantasies, Batty was doing it because he, “had to.”
Batty took a deep breath, being sure to control his breathing. No, surely I can change this if I just try hard enough. Batty shook his head, his long, tall ears flopping against the side of his head, causing them to automatically twitch and perk up, ears capable of detecting objects with the sound of his voice bouncing off them.
Batty had never actually imagined his own flesh and blood Father in his fantasies. His Dad walking around the house naked had to be an accident, maybe his Father was sleep walking, or maybe he forgot to get dressed for some reason. But Batty was now thinking about what it would be like if it was his own Father doing those things to him... In his fantasies, the role his partner played was similar to that of his own Dad, often doing it for Batty’s own good, and while in some role of ownership over him. Batty’s partner would own him and have control over Batty’s sexuality, the thrusting deep inside of him always being the thing to make Batty orgasm, and never while touching himself. Batty wanted to relax and let it happen, especially if relaxing would make it feel better. Batty wanted his partner to press him until Batty submitted completely, and that submitting would feel so good that Batty couldn’t help but grind on it and push back into the thrusts. Batty would get all blushy and huffy and maybe it would even change how his voice sounded if he tried to talk or was even made to beg for more. His fantasy partner would get Batty close to the edge, but stop, demanding that Batty beg for his orgasm, and the lust-drunk Batty would do so without even thinking. Batty wanted to feel like he had put up a valiant struggle, but was nobly defeated and that the only honorable thing to do is relax and just take it. Batty wanted to be tossed around and held down and maybe even spanked if he stepped out of line or rhythm. He wanted to have his own cum fucked out of him, while his older, stronger, larger partner’s cum replaced his own, except deep inside his ass…
Batty was smiling to himself slightly, eyes closed, his cock leaking precum and soaking through his briefs and spotting his soft pajama bottoms, which were tented slightly as his cock strained against them.
“You’re not wasting printer ink again, are you son? You know that stuff is expensive.” Batty startled and swiveled his large ears around behind him without turning his head. A pair of warm, hairy handpaws settled on Batty’s slim shoulders. Batty could sense using synesthesia of sound and vision that it was his father standing behind him, but he didn’t open his eyes yet. He had the paper crumbled up so he knew his secret was safe.
“Woah, you’re pretty stressed out, got loads of knots” his Father continued, his large strong handpaws beginning to rub and massage the much smaller bat’s shoulders. Batty relaxed slightly, knowing that his printout was safely crumbled between all the other pages in his handpaw, and that he had closed both photoshop and his Father’s photos folder immediately before.
“Yeah, sorry Dad, I made a mistake and needed to print out my homework again.” Batty replied, enjoying the physical attention that his Father was giving his tense shoulder muscles. Physical attention was new for the young Batty, this sort of thing had never happened before.
“Again? You just printed over a dozen copies, I had to unplug the printer to make it stop, I told you to remember to check the print count, I had to print out loads of fliers for that yard sale, remember?” Batty’s Dad replied.
Batty froze, his breath caught in a lump in his throat, his eyes weren’t open, but the synesthesia of his auditory and visual senses from his large, twitchy ears caused his inner sight to blur and spin. Batty felt light headed. He choked and made a high-pitched chirping, coughing sound in shock.
“And I think you printed out some of my things on accident too, you little rascal” his Father continued as his hands slipped lower, under Batty’s shirt, massaging his nipples as Batty’s eyes shot wide open and he tried turning around, but his Father’s strong grip held him in place.
“And I don’t think printing those was an accident, either... and I didn’t raise a liar” Batty’s Father was now speaking almost silently into Batty’s sensitive ear, but rose and turned sharp at the last part. Batty could feel his Father’s hot, humid breath as his heart began beating rapidly and butterflies tickled his belly and he felt an intensely excited feeling that he had never felt before. “Is this a dream? It can’t be,” Batty thought. His father’s voice had a sort of roughness to it that was new to Batty.
“B-b-but” Batty stammered weakly, surprised at how natural and nice it felt to be touched, especially compared to his fantasies. It was almost super-natural. His Father’s hands had slipped lower, easily pulling Batty’s loose pajamas with them before turning Batty around to face his Dad. If Batty’s wide eyes could go any wider, they would have, because his Father was fully naked except for a pair of flip flops, and the penis that made Batty was rock hard. Veins bulged all along the sides of the long, thick member that pulsed in time to his Father’s heartbeat, its base buried in a forest of dark public hair that Batty himself lacked. Batty tried to say something but all that came out was a submissive moan as he found his tongue unable to form words. Even his Father’s penis somehow looked far more masculine than Batty’s much slimmer, more feminine penis.
Precum glistened on the outside surface of Batty’s tented underwear, it was smeared everywhere as he had been leaking for the hours it took to crop and edit all of his Father’s lewd photos to fit a single printed page.
“Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you, boy” Batty’s Father growled, in a deep, aggressive tone that Batty had never heard him use before except when he was the most angry. But Batty couldn’t meet his Father’s gaze, he could sense with his hearing that his Father was staring directly at him. Batty’s mind was racing but no coherent thought could be found. Batty’s eyes were locked on his Father’s massively thick penis as it twitched and pulsed, fully erect. It wasn’t until his Father roughly lifted his boy’s shirt up to remove it that his son’s sight of his Father’s penis was broken, and Batty squeezed his eyes shut as his shirt obstructed his view of the penis that made him. Batty keeps his eyes closed even after his shirt is removed, relying only on his aural vision, his brow furled in a mixture of emotions that he has never experienced before simultaneously.
“Whether or not this is a punishment is entirely up to you” Batty’s Father continued in the same low, gravely voice, now laden with an indecency and primal tone that Batty had never heard anyone use before, not even in the studio-recorded heterosexual porn he had forced himself to watch while jerking off. Batty felt his Father roughly grip Batty’s erect penis through his underwear, wincing at the sensitivity.
“And you made a mess here, too? This kind of mess takes hours of unruly behavior, you’ve been behaving badly today, boy. I haven’t had to spank you in a long time, but I need to make sure that this lesson takes, ” Batty’s Father continues, “...I love you, son.”
Batty blinks. His eyes shoot open and meet his Father’s gaze, his Father’s eyes are filled with a deep sense of love and caring, shining through his cross-yet-obscene expression and body language. Batty feels his precum soaked briefs drop to his ankles as he joins his father in aroused nudity. His Father pulls Batty close, their penises brush against each other before his Father steps forward to rub them together. His Father’s large, sweat-soaked belly presses against Batty’s slim figure, the thick body hair obscures the sight of their sensitive penises smearing each other as they rub together, marking Batty’s groin with the same seed that made him.
A loud SLAP cuts through the tense silence choking the air, and Batty’s butt stings in pain and he opens his mouth to cry out. Before he can make a sound, his Father’s large tongue is stuffed inside Batty’s mouth, the warm, wet, and thick tongue exploring the inside as their saliva mixes together and drips from the corner of Batty’s mouth and down his chin. Batty’s jerks back but his Father pulls him closer, not allowing the much smaller Batty to move as his Father’s tongue twists and wriggles, filling his mouth and even running over his teeth.
It all feels so natural, even supernatural, for the smol Batty. A tap into something esoteric, ancient and forgotten. At each step, Batty put up a struggle but not because he tried to or wanted to. Batty liked it, but he didn’t like the fact that he liked it.
Still squirming, his Father pushed Batty to the floor and on his back. His father turned around and bent over so that his Father’s cock and balls were now dangling over Batty’s nervous face. His Father demanded that Batty take his balls in his mouth. Batty hesitated, it wasn’t until his Father’s balls were pressed and rubbing against Batty’s face that he gave them a tentative lick, the taste was salty and musky, but surprisingly pleasant. Batty quietly opened his mouth wide, squeezed his eyes shut, and finally took one of them into his mouth. Batty’s cock felt harder than ever before as struggled to keep even one of his Father’s large, hairy testicles in his mouth as he found himself staring at his own Dad’s asshole, something he had never seen or even imagined before now.
Batty’s Father was careful not to press his son too far, he was inexperienced after all. He rolled his boy over and pulled his rear upwards so that Batty was on all fours, with his head stooped low and his ass higher in the air. Batty whimpered quietly, unable to bring himself to do or say anything. When his father’s handpaws left his backside, Batty lowered them slightly and turned his head. Another loud SLAP cut though the tense silence, causing Batty to raise his ass higher and to direct his gaze straight ahead.
“This is supposed to teach you a lesson for lying, snooping through my private business, and for wasting printer ink, so I expect you to do as you are told and to be a good boy for your Daddy.” his Father said as Batty heard the plastic sound of something like a shampoo bottle being uncapped.
The next thing Batty felt was a poke and a prod at his backside, before he felt the large, bulbous tip of his Father’s cock pressed up hard against his virgin butthole. Batty’s eyes shot wide open and he yelped and startled as it was shoved forward and the first inches slid inside, wet and slippery with lube. It stung and hurt and burned, even as his Father quickly withdrew it with a wet sound. Batty started to push himself up with his handpaws when he felt a heavy weight on his lower back. His Father’s large, hairy footpaw was pressing down on him as his Father’s cock bobbed and brushed against Batty’s ass once more.
“Son, you know I don’t like to repeat myself.” Batty’s Father growled, “This is a punishment, you do not get a choice in the matter, but since this is your first time, I’ll go slower so that it doesn’t hurt too much… so long as you let it happen. You need to relax, first.”
Batty sighed and took a deep breath, and again he felt his Father pressing to get inside of him. Suddenly, it slid inside and this time it felt good. Batty was shocked at how big it felt, he knew it was big, but feeling it inside of him made him feel full and stretched to his limit already. It simultaneously ached and felt like the most pleasurable thing ever. His Father continued to press forward until Batty felt what could only be his Father’s balls pressed up against his ass.
Batty’s Father leaned forward so that his muzzle was only an inch from Batty’s ear, its hot, humid breath tickling Batty’s sensitive ear canal. “You’re doing a great job with the squeezing, boy. I can feel that, you know.”
Batty didn’t even realize he was squeezing, but now that he realized he was and that his Father could feel it… Batty thought about the implications of that as the cock that made him started to pull back, only to slam forward again roughly, flooding Batty’s with a mixture of pleasure and pain. As his Father’s cock sawed back and forth inside Batty, the pleasure became more intense and the pain faded to almost nothing as Batty began to feel tingly and fuzzy all over his body.
Every time his boy got close to orgasm, his Father stopped his thrusting, wanting his son to beg for release as his cock would remain still and throb inside of Batty. When Batty remained quiet, his Dad let him reset slightly only to begin thrusting again to bring his son back to the edge of orgasm. The third time Batty’s Dad stopped thrusting, he whispered into Batty’s ear, “I want you to beg for it” before his tongue slipped inside of Batty’s ear, driving Batty mad with lust. When Batty finally choked out the words to beg, he did so automatically and almost unconsciously, and in an extremely gay voice that Batty didn’t even know he was capable of talking in. Instead of bringing his son to orgasm, Batty’s father pulled out and stood up, patting his boy on his bottom. It was time to change positions.
Each time Batty was begrudgingly brought to the sexual ecstasy required for him to beg his father to fuck him into orgasm, his Father would instead insist that they needed to change the position they were fucking in. They fucked in all sorts of different places in the house as they otherwise carried on with their regular day as much as possible, even pausing to make a delicious tea and some snacks, only to spill most of them as Batty’s Father began to fuck his boy on the kitchen counter. Eventually his Father couldn’t stop himself anymore, and Batty knew when it happened because his Father’s penis suddenly became extra slippery. A warm, wet feeling spread deep inside Batty as his Father’s rapid thrusts became shorter and faster, the balls that made Batty were rolling against the boy’s ass as his Father’s cock stirred the seed that spawned Batty deep inside his ass.
Batty realized what had caused the additional slipperiness, and that realization was insanely hot for the young bat as his pleasure reached new heights. His Father was grunting as that pleasure spilled over the edge and his sons ass squeezed and massaged his Father’s cock as the younger bat finally was allowed to orgasm. Each thrust by his Father made Batty’s smaller cock jump and shoot a load of cum, almost as though his Father were cumming through his son’s penis. As this happened, his Father’s tongue explored the insides of Batty’s ear, his Father grunting in an obscene undertone some phrases so lewd and personal that they cannot be repeated. Batty’s Dad was asking his son if he likes his Daddy’s cock, when something clicked in Batty’s mind and he realized that he did... a lot. As the pleasure remained at peak, Batty began grinding and pushing back desperately on his Dad’s dick, it ached in a somehow pleasurable way as Batty’s entire body was tingling and wracked with wave after wave of the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. The wet slapping sounds were interrupted only by his Father’s grunts and Batty’s moans as they came together, Batty making these cute sounds that he had never made before. Batty was thanking his Daddy profusely in the gayest and most submissive voice he had ever heard, a voice that Batty never knew he had. The orgasmic frenzy cumulated to an ultimate in bliss and satisfaction that neither Batty or his Daddy had ever experienced or even imagined in their filthiest fantasies. It was really fucking hot. So much so that even the very author of this story had to change their coom-stained underwear numerous times and would like to extend a very heartfelt apology to the reader for any messiness that may occur.
The end. :3",
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