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"Show them that magic pussy of yours."
My son Bryce bit his lower lip nervously, darting his gaze between me and
the webcam that wass now strategically facing my king-sized bed. I could
tell he had mixed emotions about what was about to go down. On one hand, he
was terrified at the idea of exposing himself to hundreds, maybe thousands,
of horny men. On the other, I knew full well he was downright addicted to
his 'special talent'. As was I, and I planned on milking his little cunt
for everything it (and the viewers) had.
Now you're probably telling yourself how unfit a father I am, exploiting my
son this way. And under normal circumstances, you'd be right. But my son
isn't normal. Far from it. You see, Bryce doesn't have an ass. And calling
it a cunt or a pussy wouldn't even do it justice. Whatever it was, it was
fucking insatiable. So insatiable in fact, that he developed the ability to
have anal orgasm after anal orgasm, seemingly endlessly, and without the
use of his hands. All it took were the words "cum for me, you whore!" and
he'd flop around like a fish out of water, unable to hold back the pleasure
tremors from wracking his little body.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I soon signed us up to one of
those popular webcasting sites, the kind where viewers buy tokens in
exchange for kinky, pervy sex acts on camera. Something told me I would
make a killing getting my son to cum uncontrollably over and over again. I
wasn't quite sure how much his little rectum could physically take, but I
was sure as hell willing to push the limits and find out.
We were now both on my bed, him naked, and me wearing a pair of fitted
cotton gym shorts. I was tempted to remove them and let my fat, rigid 9
inches breathe, but I held back. The star of this show wasn't me, and I
wanted all the attention on his cunt.
I leaned over to my laptop sitting on my bedside table, clicked a few
buttons, and suddenly a red light appeared on the webcam itself.
Showtime.
"Hey guys, welcome to our room! I'm Darren, and this is my little guy
Thomas." I didn't bother giving our real names, and instructed Bryce
earlier to play along. "Say hi, Thomas."
My son stared at the webcam like a deer in the headlights. I gave a
sigh. There was a lot of work to do before we perfected this
routine. Without a word, Bryce lifted his hand and began to wave.
"No no no, a proper hello!" Clearly I was gonna have to take the reins on
this for a while. I spun my boy so he was kneeling on the bed, his ass
facing the camera. I roughly grabbed him by the back of the neck, and bent
him over, slamming his face into the comforter. He let out a squeak, the
position automatically spreading his cheeks to reveal his hairless boy hole
to the viewers. "That's more like it, kiddo."
I turned my attention to my laptop. At a quick glace, there seemed to be 87
viewers present. Time to make those numbers climb. I turned again to face
the camera.
"As you may have read in the description, my son can have endless anal
orgasms." I threw my leg over Bryce's body, now face down ass up, until I
was kneeling over him. My hands were now free to play with my son's ass at
will. "He's powerless to stop them, too."
To prove my point, I spat a huge wad directly on his puckering hole, and
without warning rammed two fingers inside him, knuckles deep. As if on cue,
my son began shrieking, his body convulsing uncontrollably. I wish I could
describe the sensation on my fingers at that specific moment. Almost like
his rectum was trying to vacuum my digits deeper inside him. Fucking slut.
"Let me know what you want me to do to him, boys!" The messaging screen on
my laptop began scrolling almost instantly, rife with nasty ideas. One in
particular caught my eye. "Good idea, Dad4yng! As a matter of fact, I DO
have some in my toy box! Hang on."
I leaned over the bed and reached under, where I knew my sex toys were
stashed. After some rummaging, i came back up holding what I was looking
for: A long string of rubber anal beads about an inch and a half in
diameter, and some lube. Bryce still had not moved from his position, still
basking in the afterglow of his first orgasm on screen. The kid had an
almost content smile on his face, and I didn't have the heart to tell him
his guts were gonna be mush by the time I was done with him
tonight. Instead, I just decided to let him discover it on his own.
"Keep that position, slut." I instructed, before dabbing on a generous
amount of lube on the beads. "I'm not even close to being done!" I then
proceeded to push the first bead against his resisting hole. For all the
good that did him, because my brute strength was no match for his weak
sphincter. With an audible POP SQUEEELLCCHH, the first bead disappeared
inside his hungry boy puss. My son jolted a bit, a strangled cry catching
in his throat. Whether or not that cry was because he was uncomfortable or
on the verge of cumming again, I didn't know.
"One down, four to go, kiddo! And don't you even think of cumming just
yet!" I could feel his little body tremble under me as I inserted the other
balls. He was close again. No surprise. But I had every intention of
putting on a show. I kneeled over his body once more to keep my son in
place, then gave a huge grin to the camera as I gripped the anal bead
handle, the only part of the toy not swallowed by Bryce's kiddie cunt.
"Want to see something spectacular, boys?" and with that, I ripped the
beads from my son's ass in one rapid sweeping gesture, and before my son
had any time to register what had just happened, I grabbed both cheeks and
yanked them apart, exposing his hole. His second orgasm hit harder than the
first, and this time he tried to buck wildly, but my weight on top of him
prevented him from moving an inch. The same couldn't be said for his cunt,
however. To the viewers' delight, that previously tight pink button hole
was now clenching and gaping over and over again, spasming uncontrollably.
"Fuck yeah, boy, work that pussy for the camera!" I gave his ass a firm
slap, and for the next ten minutes proceeded to reinsert the beads another
three times, to similar results.
Now I should probably mention at this point that Bryce doesn't have any
other note-worthy qualities. He can't kiss worth shit, and can't seem to
get the hang of sucking cock. But that cunt. Holy fuck can that cunt of his
take a beating. Case in point, four anal orgasms in, and I hear a muffled
sound behind me. My son is trying to say something , but his face is
smashed in the comforter, and he's already starting to get tired. Too
fucking bad for him, this is only just beginning.
"What was that, Thomas?" I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He
yelped, clearly not expecting the rough treatment.
He looks at me with pleading eyes, then looks at the camera. Back at
me. "More..."
Fucking Christ. The kid was now well and truly addicted to cumming. And
based on the pings and chimes coming from my laptop, a decent number of
pervy guys were paying up to make me give to this little whore what he
wanted. I leaned closer to the screen, and got my confirmation. 256
viewers. Sweet.
Something in the chat screen caught my eye, and I suddenly got
excited. "Oh, you are bad, Holedestroyer164, but I love the idea! And yes,
I have one of those too!" I leaned over the bed once more and came back
holding what looked like a small metal clamp.
I was quick to change my son's position, this time on his back, folded in
half with his legs bent back over his shoulders, ass splayed lewdly for our
growing audience. I hadn't used a speculum in a while, but the idea of
spreading Bryce's hole obscenely open for a bunch of rowdy men turned me on
to no end. So i lubed up the contraption and slowly inserted it into his
pulsating hole. Once installed, I began turning the screw. Little by
little, the speculum widened, effectively stretching outward my son's
internal and external sphincters and giving us a direct look deep inside
his pink kiddie guts.
I stopped when his hole was now about two and a half inches in
diameter. Bryce had signs of discomfort on his face, and although I really
couldn't have cared less if he found this uncomfortable, I didn't want to
turn off our spectators.
"Now boys, for those of you who have never used a speculum, you're in for a
treat." I grabbed a small dildo, slightly smaller in diameter than my son's
spread pussy. "A speculum allows for rectal stimulation without the shock
of having a sphincter torn open. This way, my son here gets to experience
all the pleasure without...most... of the pain."
To prove my point, I slammed the dildo in balls deep in one stroke and
began immediately pounding his guts like his ass and my dildo were a mortar
and pestle. Wet, slurping sounds emanated from his distended hole, and
Bryce let out a high-pitched gasp. 'Cum again for all these men, you little
slut!"
As if on cue, my son began shaking, trying, but unsucceeding, to stifle a
wail. When he was well into his orgasm, I ripped the dildo out and turned
our viewers' attention to his rectum, which was actively pulsing and
churning.
"As you can see, my son's innards have turned into a milking machine,
guaranteed to suck out even the most resilient load from a man's
balls. Let's have a bit more fun with him in this position, and then I'll
show you what I mean."
I made sure to give the men five more boygasms, each one followed by "I
want more!" from my crying son. The fucking pig whore was getting greedy.
Soon, however, the room full of men were demanding an actual fuck. They
wanted to witness my fat babymaker tearing Bryce's hole apart while ripping
multiple orgasms from him, and truth be told, I was ready to breed the fuck
out of my son, my balls were so full. So without further ado, I disposed of
the speculum and my shorts, and with my son still on his back, proceeded to
smack my rigid cock against his slightly distended pussy. "Get ready, you
little ass piglet, you haven't finished cumming just yet!"
And without ceremony, I slammed balls deep into him. He screamed, and began
convulsing immediately, his eyes rolling back into his head. His daddy's
cock still managed to produce his biggest orgasms, and I loved the fact he
never could get used to them. I tore right back out of him with a sickening
shlurp, not wanting to cum right away. My son could have multiple orgasms,
I on the other hand, could not. And I wanted this to last a bit.
Another hard slam into Bryce. Another eye rolling orgasm. I spoke to the
camera. "His father's cock is his most potent sex toy....the ultimate
source of pleasure." Another rough thrust. He came again, this time
speaking complete gibberish. I wasn't going to last long inside his
gripping cunt, so I sped up, really laying it to him. "As you can see....oh
god... my son's cunt....unnnggghhh... was built for pleasure. His of
course...FUCK!! But ultimately....MINE!!!"
One final thrust, and I was stuffing my son full of his would be brothers
and sisters, while he managed to dish out one final boygasm. How many was
that for him? 15? 20? Who knows. All I knew was that my biggest nut in
recent history was now trying to impregnate him, and I needed to wrap this
up.
"Hope you enjoyed the show boys, and make sure to tune in next time to see
how little Thomas here reacts to BBC." I knew my son had no idea what that
meant, but then again that's what made this so fucking hot. The chatroom
went wild.
Who knew being a one trick pony could become so lucrative?