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Thin blue light flooded Vax's eyes. He clenched his eyes shut to barricade himself from the constant presence of VoxTek logos. A squeak of a yawn left his lips and he stretched out all his limbs. A sharp urge swelled in him, and he stuffed his lower hands between his thighs, anxiously looking up at the camera in the corner of his room.
“Mm…”
There was the reason he was awake. A few hours earlier, his room rattled with shouts, slams, and shatters. He hid behind his games, chugged energy drinks, and chatted with his friends to drown out his parents. He was already putting off release when he crashed, now he was bursting.
He crossed his legs and everything shifted inside of him as he rolled onto his side. The violent argument on the opposite side wasn’t the only reason he was holding it. His father held strict control over every aspect of his life, including when he was allowed to use the restroom. Maybe it was just to watch him squirm. Maybe his dad just liked to fuck the piss out of him.
He had his fair share of humiliating experiences because of Vox’s insistence on making him hold it for absurd amounts of time. Several times he’d been on his way to school, or on his way home from school, and was forced to yank his skirt up to prevent it from being ruined while he helplessly pissed through his panties on the sidewalk. And that left him with several opportunists jumping at the sight of the liquid running down his stockings.
Vax had about a fifty-fifty rate of escaping unharmed.
Restrictions weren’t just on when he was allowed to go, but also where. The only place he was permitted to relieve himself in was the bathroom attached to his father’s office. He had the option to sneak into his mami’s bathroom when he spent the night with him, but he almost never took it. Even more cameras watched his mami’s room and he wouldn’t dare be caught by their watchful eyes.
Privacy around Vox was a fucked up joke.
Because of that, even when Vox wasn’t restricting his toilet access, Vax held it until he was either sure that his dad wasn’t in his office, or until he physically couldn’t take it. Even if he wasn’t in his office, nothing stopped him from jumping the camera line right in front of Vax. An action that made him lose control in fear. And many other times, Vox would catch him teary eyed and shaking at the bathroom door. Vax had to simply accept his that his dignity, and his pussy, were at his father’s mercy.
The wounds burrowed inside of his cunt by his father’s claws had barely begun to heal. He couldn’t take another brutal insertion.
His heart thumped heavy with the contemplation of emptying his bladder into one of the cans on his shelf. Relief sounded amazing. Unfortunately, the surveillance prevented him from trying it. Not to mention making a mess since he didn’t have a cock to properly aim his stream. He even had to be careful about how he shifted and held himself under the blankets. One wrong move and his father would take it as a sign that he needed to be bred.
Another contraction of his bladder squeezed a whine out of him, and his eyes darted to the cameras. A sound like that would only translate to “ fuck my pussy daddy.” He trembled, and clutched his legs together tightly. A drop left his body and absorbed into his panties.
“Mm…f-fuck….” Breathy. Shaky and desperate.
His thighs rubbed together, and each shift raised the skirt of his nightgown up. The rosey satin fabric barely covered his pussy, and his white lace panties did an ever shittier job of preserving modesty. As hard as he fought against it, his dad insisted on providing him with the tiniest skirts that would ride up anytime he took a step. If he sat in them, his ass would touch the chair, and he'd have to hold the cloth down between his legs to keep himself unexposed in public.
And the panties. The fucking panties. He made sure to buy ones that were so tight they felt like they were trying to invade his body. Now with the testosterone shots rebuilding his body, they were tighter than ever before. Everytime his clit swelled in arousal, the skin poked through the spaces between the lace. The tiny threads rubbed him raw until he demanded his parents remove them from his body.
He kneeled on his feet, hopeful that the pressure of his heel in his groin would prevent any more leaks. He couldn’t entertain the concept of wetting the bed. The beating he’d receive for that would be wicked. Another trickle escaped, and soaked through his panties and into his stockings. If his father perceived all his shifting and moaning as desperation to get off, he should have arrived by now. He must be asleep.
Regathering his control, he slid out of bed and his little fingers tugged his nightgown down as far as he could. The action pulled the fabric too far, and exposed his nipples.
“But daddy, I don’t wanna wear this!”
“I don’t give fuck about what you want.” Two claws hooked his panties, the air hitting his exposed pussy as Vox slid the cloth to the side. Vax shivered. The sight of his father kneeling in front of him unearthed the familiar feelings of shame, arousal, and disgust. “You’ll wear this and you’ll like it.”
“But why can’t I wear pajamas like-“
He was silenced by two fingers spreading his pussy lips. The feather light pressure of his father’s tongue against his clit made him press his legs together. He moaned in a tone deeper than the one he let out in months prior. The little cracks in Vax’s voice had grown less frequent, and the heavier tone more consistent. The only light in the room was the blue and red tones reflecting off his belly and legs, and the purplish one reflecting off the top of his father’s head. His papi looked up at him, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He licked his lips and swiped a hand over his mouth.
“You already want to get rid of this.” A claw scraped against his inner walls. Vox’s finger penetrated him easily and drew an ache deep within his body. An ache that demanded his father’s cock. What was wrong with him? Why did he need to be fucked by his dad so badly? Teeth sank into his scarred thighs while he fingered his cunt. “At least keep the clothes.”
“But-“
Vox stood up, casting a shadow over Vax, who shrunk back. He already was so much bigger than him that his body could practically swallow him whole. Unlike Vax’s trembling fingers, Vox’s belt buckle popped undone in steady stiff claws. It clinked softly and was neatly folded in his father’s hand.
“No more buts.”
Cool leather brushed against Vax’s clit. He flinched and stepped back. The tip of his papi’s erection darkened the curtain of his boxers with precum. Vox lowered his waistband, fully exposing himself. Vax turned away, always terrified to look at his father’s cock for a number of reasons. Nobody was supposed to see their father’s penis. Also, his dick was intimidating, huge, and it threatened to tear and stretch his body until it fit properly inside of him.
He was also afraid of how looking at his dad’s dick always made him want it inside of him.
Vox’s cock pressed between his lips. The friction against his clit sent a shiver through him. Vax rocked his body against him. His chest pressed into Vox’s, and his tits squished against his father’s ribs as he grinded against his cock, internally begging for it to violate his body.
“If you're this wet for your papi’s cock,” the head of his cock started to push into him, not quite entering, “maybe you should think about keeping this hole inside of you. It’d be a shame to lose our little secret.”
They stayed like that, father and son. Vax slid his pussy over Vox’s cock, and silently begged to be entered. Each motion grew faster with the slick wetness that aided him. Vax let out a quiet moan as his clit rubbed over the ridges of his father’s cock. That did it. Vox shuddered and his hand clutched Vax’s back. The immense size of his hand allowed his fingers to wrap around son’s left hip and his thumb around his right.
“Fuck…kiddo, I have to fuck you.”
Vax cracked the door open, and scanned the halls and security cameras for any signs of his father. They were vacant, and absent of hair rising static. One hand clutched the nightgown up and another down to keep his body safe from the eyes of servants and VoxTek employees while he shuffled to his dad’s office. The other two pressed hard between his legs in short increments to keep the contents of his bladder from spilling down his legs.
He leaned over, the chip implanted in his antenna unlocked the door. They all had one. Vax’s in his antenna, Vox with one in his eye, Valentino with one in his wing, and Velvette with one in her finger. Sometimes she and Vox got into it over the chip not working because of her nail polish.
He knew the chip had other control purposes. While it gave them all access to any room, that access could be stolen away anytime Vox needed more control over them. Many times Vax woke up without memory, but with the pain of being raped radiating down both legs with each movement. They were all Vox’s family, but he was the “lead man of the house.” What he said and did was final. Whether anyone agreed or not.
He peeked in the doorway, and jumped back. The thundering voice never came. He dared to lean back in the crack of the doorway. No flashes. No sudden grabs. Just his father slumped over his desk, brows furrowed and eyes closed. Vax stared.
He never really saw his father sleep. He was always working, or touching him. On any occasion that he was around his father while he slept, it was after being fucked by him. Usually his back was to Vox, and an arm was wrapped possessively around him while his dad’s cum leaked out of whichever hole he deemed useful for the night.
Right now, he seemed almost harmless. With head in hand, and his lips twitching at the corner. Occasionally his claws on his other hand scraped the desk in a light grip. Vax slowly stepped in the room. He wanted to run back to his room as soon as he broke the threshold, but his bladder was running out of patience.
He didn’t take his eyes off his father. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he woke up. It wasn’t like he could run and hide anywhere. Even if he left the tower, his father had eyes everywhere. And he could see in the dark.
Vax froze up in front of the desk. His father looked almost peaceful, and a part of him craved to climb up in his lap like he did when he was a kid. Back then he thought nothing about the stiffness pressing against his ass or the fact that his dad kept a hand over his thighs, shifting his little body around and occasionally slipping a finger under his waistband. It felt good so why would he stop sitting on his lap?
He yelped and dropped back to his knees. His body threatened to release everything right there. Pissing himself in his father’s office without permission would be a fucking death sentence. Trembling, he picked himself up off the floor. Relief was only a few feet ahead. He never succeeded in passing Vox without getting his attention. Vax uncrossed his legs, and made one step forward. A tight grip on one of his wings shifted the delicate scales decorating it.
“What are you doing up?”
Vax pressed his thighs together, trying to not lose control of his bladder due to the fear of being caught.
“I-I need-“
“C’mere.” Vox beckoned with one finger, curling it towards himself. The motion mirrored the way Vox would finger him, and he felt the familiar tightening within him, knowing his walls would be dripping wet and beckoning back to his father. Beckoning for a test of how fast his cock could slide against them. The finger faded out of focus, and Vox’s tongue slinked over each tooth and his lip curled, exposing his gums.
Entranced, Vax walked around the desk. His tiny nightgown slid up again, and he jerked it down. His tits hung out of it again. Vax covered himself with his upper forearms, and Vox’s smile dropped.
“Arms at your sides.”
Vax hesitated, and dropped his arms limply at his sides. His father grinned back and squeezed one of his nipples, rolling it softly between his fingers. Vox’s tongue flicked over it a few times.
“You should get them pierced like your mami.”
A pull on his nipple drew him another step closer. Now he was in full view. His father’s legs laid spread wide, with the outline of his hard cock pushed against the zipper, threatening to spring out at any moment. His body screamed: take a seat. Vax’s clit pressed hard against his panties, desperate for contact.
“Look at that.” Vox jerked his son forwards, and planted him on his knee. The bone pressed up against his cunt. Vax’s pulse thumped through his pussy while his father bounced his knee against the beat. “Were you up just looking for attention from your daddy? You don’t need to sneak around, you can always ask.”
Vax shifted, and grinded against the rhythm of his knee. A small part of him missed his body prior to testosterone. At least back then it wasn’t so obvious when his father aroused him. Not unless Vox felt the slick wetness of his panties plastered to his body. Now his clit swelled and beaconed like a neon sign: Please Lick My Pussy Daddy.
And anytime his father caught the tiny protrusion in his pants, he gladly followed that sign’s prompts.
“Mm…daddy I…” He squirmed over his father’s knee, rubbed his pussy hard against it for both friction and pressure to hold his overfilled bladder. He contemplated asking for a bathroom break before continuing to dry hump his father’s leg. He always struggled with asking for the bathroom. Most times, he would be denied and would have to do whatever his father demanded to earn the privilege to attend to his needs. When permission was granted, his dad would usually stand in front of him. Occasionally, he’d pull his cock out and piss into the toilet between Vax’s legs. Or he'd piss directly onto his clit. He’d also taunt him with a smirk while doing it, and say “I bet you wish you could do this.”
“Do you wanna sit on your daddy’s lap, baby?” His dad’s hands wrapped around his waist and dragged his body over the hill of his thigh. His hard cock pressed against him, prominent as ever, even with the barrier of their clothes. Vax could feel every bit of his cock through them like muscle memory. Vox shifted his hips, thrusting slowly. The length of his cock moved over Vax’s pussy, shifting and moving his panties and teased him. Vax rested his head against his father’s shoulder, feeling the throaty growl vibrate against him. “I knew you missed sitting in your favorite high chair.”
“Ah…yes daddy…I mm...missed your…”
“Still can’t say it hm?” Vox laughed and squeezed his tits. Vax wrapped his arms around his father in the only form of a hug that he could get. His hips moved swiftly, knocking his belly into his father’s ribs as he grinded his cunt over his dick. His panties were now wet and sticking to his skin, not with piss, but desire to be bent over and fucked until he was bleeding. That’s how sex was supposed to be.
Right?
Vox wrapped his arms around Vax, and it almost felt like a loving embrace. Even if it was to hold Vax’s thighs down against his and to grind against him while panting hard. The lace was rubbing Vax raw, and it hurt, but his feelings didn’t matter to his dad. What mattered to him was that holding Vax down against him evidently felt amazing for his cock.
“Such a fucking slut…look at you…” Vox’s breath laid heavy on Vax’s shoulder. His claw slid down Vax’s neck, collarbone, and stopped under his breast, squeezing it tightly again. The skin bulged between the spaces of Vox’s fingers and his claws split skin in his tight grasp, drawing blood. The pain made his bladder ache again, and he tried to squeeze his legs together. His father’s waist blocked the action. Vax grinded harder into him. Vox chuckled. “Does my little boy need to be fucked that bad?”
“Ah…no I-“
“You know better than to lie to me, Vax.” Still clothed, Vox’s cock thrusted hard against him and he yelped as it hit his clit. The motion was so rough it bounced his whole body up. Vox smirked and lowered the straps of his nightgown. The silk slid off his body effortlessly and Vox prompted him to stand. The fabric crumpled to the floor. Vox wrapped his arms around him, sucked on his nipple, and pushed him back against the table. He lowered Vax’s panties, leaving him fully exposed. “This fucking wet and you’re trying to tell me you don’t want to be fucked?”
“No, I have to…” Vax stood at Vox’s directions. Vox unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Vax looked away from his cock, and to his father’s face. Not like they weren’t equally intimidating features.
“Baby…” Fond. Occasionally, his dad looked at him like that, with a caring face a father should have for his kid, rather than the lustful one he usually wore. Unfortunately he only ever saw that face right before his dad touched him. His hips rocked slowly, the length of his cock sliding back and forth over his slick cunt. His initial discomfort disintegrated with the lubricated skin moving over his clit. Vax clung tighter to his father’s arms, moaning and grinding back over his cock. He knew his father was a cult leader in the past, even though he never told him about it. And Vax didn’t doubt it. Not with how having his father’s cock in him felt like connecting to the divine.
He also knew, that if his dad fucked him now, he’d lose his fragile control over his bladder. With all his clothing lying on the ground, nothing concealed his visibly bursting bladder. What he’d give to relieve himself right this second. How lovely it would feel to piss over his father’s cock while he grinded against him. The mess it would make to piss in his daddy’s lap, something he hadn’t done since he was a little kid.
Something that would be unacceptable, and that would earn him a vicious punishment.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he could ask to break away from their secret time together. He never asked to leave because he never truly wanted to. Maybe it made him disgusting. Maybe it made him a pervert that wanted his father’s cock more than anything. He’d never been so desperate to piss before that he had concerns of having an accident during sex.
He knew for a fact the second his father’s cock entered him, he’d begin to leak all over his thighs. He’d ruin his father’s clothes, chair, and office carpet. He could only imagine what kind of punishment he’d receive for not being a perfect fuck toy.
“You know you can be honest with me.” Vox continued to tease him, pressing the head of his cock at the entrance of his cunt. He rocked his hips slightly, adding more pressure, prodding him, but still not penetrating him. Vax cried out in frustration, wishing Vox would just fuck him already. “I know just how badly you wanna have your daddy cum inside of you.”
Vox added more pressure, but his cock still didn’t break through. It was still just at the threshold of penetrating him. Vax’s muscles twitched internally in anticipation as the tip slowly pushed against him. The pressure stopped, and Vax dropped his weight into his father’s lap. Big mistake. Vox’s cock speared into him, and right into his bladder.
“Ah! Shit!” Vax’s fingers frantically clawed and clung to his dad. He was begging to be saved from his own body.
“Mm…fuck kiddo” Vox thrusted hard into him, and Vax clenched up more, praying he wouldn’t leak all over his father’s lap. “You’re fucking tighter than your mami was before he had you…”
Vox’s cock slipped out of his son’s pussy. Without the pressure of his walls pushing against his urethra, a spurt immediately leaked out of him, and absorbed into Vox’s pants. Vax’s tiny fists clenched around his father’s shoulders as he regained control over his overfull bladder. Vox looked puzzled for a moment, and then raised his brows, a sly grin spread over his face.
“You gotta go pee, hm?”
Vax nodded furiously, and tried to hold himself with his lower arms. Before he could reach a finger between his legs Vox wrapped a hand around both wrists, and jerked them behind him. The motion swung Vax, and Vox bit his neck. Vax cried out and Vox licked the bruise he created.
“No touching!” He growled. Vox pushed a finger inside of Vax, the long claw pushed into his bladder, the swollen organ visibly moving against his skin. Vax whined in desperation. “I thought your cunt felt a little tighter than usual. Now it makes sense.”
A sudden thrust of Vox’s entire cock into him made him cry out, tears welling in his eyes with the desperation of needing to relieve himself. Vox shifted his hips, adjusting his cock to push right into his bladder. Each thrust showed beneath his skin with the bulge of his bladder and Vox’s cock.
“I can feel how bad you have to go.” Vox slowed his motion to a gentle drag. “You better hold it.”
That was a threat.
“I really have to go too. Was a long day.” Vox’s movement stopped completely. He wrapped his arms around Vax’s waist and tugged him forwards. For a long moment, their chests rose and fell with each other. Vax’s tits were squished against his father’s chest, and he could feel the mechanical thrum of his heartbeat. Then he jumped. A pressurized warmth filled the inside of Vax’s pussy, and something started to drip out of him and onto the chair. Vox let out a long, relieved sigh.
“Fuuuuck…”
Vax squirmed around, his desperation increasing as he felt his dad urinating inside of him. The liquid spilled out of the seal of the cock inside of him, and soaked into his father’s pants and chair. The patter of it spilling onto the tile made Vax tighten more, needing so badly to empty his own bladder. A few drops ran down his thighs and soaked into his stockings. The reality that his father was relieving himself inside of him made him recoil in disgust, and simultaneously ride him in arousal.
“Thank god I’ll always have my own personal urinal with me while you’re around. And we both know you’re not fucking going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.” Vox pulled out again. The piss spilled out of Vax, and Vox raised his hips to finish the residuals of his stream over Vax’s belly. “Feels so good to let go.”
Vax whined again, struggling so hard to hold his own urine while his father’s rained over him. Vox stood them both up, and shook off the final few drops on Vax’s legs. Both hands pushed hard on Vax’s shoulders. A silent order. Kneel.
And he always obeyed his elders.
“Don’t just stare at me, lick it clean.” Vox growled.
Vax’s knees slid a bit, spreading out in the puddle that was soaking up into his stockings. When this was over, he was gonna reek of his father’s scent. He parted his lips, flicking his tongue over the head of his dad’s cock. Vox took hold of his head, and shoved his dick in his mouth, another moment passed, and bitter liquid flooded into his mouth. Vax pulled away, the stream continued over his face while he coughed and sputtered on the unexpected piss. Vox grabbed his head more viciously, and stuffed his cock back in his mouth.
“Sorry kiddo, I’m not done yet.” His dick pushed further down his throat, and starved him of air. Vax had no choice but to continue drinking the liquid. “I just need to make sure everyone knows what belongs to me.”
The feeling of drinking was like a somatic trick, and his own bladder cried desperately for release. Vax squirmed around on the tile, his knees sliding around. He stuffed his lower hands between his legs, and whimpered around Vox’s cock, which pacified the sounds of his cries. The stream dwindled and fizzled into small spurts. How fucking amazing that must have felt for his dad. Meanwhile, he was still trapped with the extreme fullness. And there was no permission for relief until he was done being used. He wanted to burst into tears. Instead, he looked up, making full eye contact and slowly lapping the entire length of his dad’s cock while the final spurt hit his face, and dripped down his neck and tits. Obedient to his master, he licked the final drops off of his father’s cock.
His parents had taught him that oral was the most intimate thing that could be done with another person. He always treated his daddy and mami with tenderness and love when he performed oral sex on them. He’d kiss their thighs, smile, brush his face against them. He adored pleasing his parents. And so, he kissed the tip of his father’s cock and grabbed his ass, squeezing and holding onto him while he sucked his cock.
“Mm…Daddy, you’re so big.” Vax closed his eyes, and laid Vox’s cock across his face. He ran his tongue up the length of it. His lower hands had been locked around his dad’s ankles for a moment, but they dropped back between his own legs to hold himself.
“Vax, I told you no touching.”
“But I…I really have to go…” Vax whimpered.
“Stand.” Vox commanded. Vax stood up and Vox stuck a finger between his legs and wrapped it around his clit. “Look how big you're getting down here. Wait until Baxter gets a hold of you. You’ll finally have a real cock like me.”
Those comments always hurt. It was like his dad went out of his way to make him feel shitty for being…whatever he was. Vax whimpered again and his legs squeezed around Vox’s hand. Vox smiled and slowly rubbed his clit. Vax clenched his thighs tighter around Vox’s hand, and moved his hips slowly against the friction. Vox’s sick grin melted into one of fondness again. He twirled his finger around one of Vax’s antennae.
“I remember when we were potty training you. You used to hide behind the dressers and couches whenever you wet yourself.” Vox laughed, slowly increasing his tempo. “Now look at you. You’re tall like your mami. And you’ve grown too big to hide from me anymore.”
Two fingers slid inside of him, pushing harder against his bladder.
“Mmm…ngh stop…” Vax squirmed. “I…ah….”
“If you wanted to stop you’d make me stop.” Vox pressed his cock against Vax’s clit, and plunged his fingers deeper inside of him. “You’ve never been able to fight me off, and I know you won’t start now.”
He had to take his father’s fingers with grace, and not move too much against them. With how sharp they were, he could be gravely injured by them while they were inside of him. Vox gently grabbed his face and smiled.
“Lovebug don’t worry, remember what I told you the first time I did this with you. Trust me. Your daddy will make you feel good if you just let him.”
Vax gritted his teeth together. Sometimes he fought back. He spit right in his father’s face.
“Predator!”
A sharp pain dug inside of him and he cried out. Vox retracted his fingers and lifted them up. They were now bloodied. Vox spiraled his tongue around them, licking his sons blood and slick fluid off them.
“Ungrateful! Worthless!” He shoved his fingers back inside of him, fucking him hard, and reopening everything in him that was healing from the last time. “I fucking made you, and I’ll use you however I feel. You should be glad I want to fuck you. Nobody else will ever want to fuck a kid who begs for her dad’s dick. No one will ever want a kid who’s been touched by her family. You’re already all used up.”
“I’m sorry daddy!” Vax cried out. The pain worsened, along with his desperation. “I didn’t mean it!”
“That’s probably why you wanna get rid of your pussy in the first place, hm? Can’t stand keeping the hole that’s been fucked so many times by your mami and daddy? I wouldn’t want it either if I were you.”
“Ah…Daddy! I can’t- ngh…ah!“ Vax squirmed, feeling his control break and his bladder released. Right into his father’s palm.
“Jesus fucking christ Vax!” Vox snarled and yanked his claws out of him. Vax shook, trying his best to stop the flow. Cool ceramic pressed into his thigh, and he dared to look down to see his dad holding his mug underneath him, catching the stream. Vax sighed softly in relief, until he locked eyes with his dad. The redness was stronger, and glowing past the outlines of his eyes.
“What have I told you about making messes?”
“To clean up” Vax trembled.
“Exactly.” Vox shoved the cup in his face. “Clean up your mess.”
“I-I don’t want to…” Vax turned away from the foul smelling liquid. It was bad enough drinking his father’s piss. “It’s gross.”
“Yeah it is fucking gross. Look how fucking gross the mess you made is. My floor, my cup, my hand!” Vox smeared the piss on his hand across Vax’s lips. “Drink it!”
Vax reluctantly swallowed the liquid. It tasted horrible compared to his father’s, probably on account of the dehydration and how long he’d been holding it. Along with the shame of the fact that he couldn’t hold it and made a mess.
“Good boy…” Vax’s head rested in the crook of Vox’s elbow while he forced him to drink. The rare praise was delicious. Vox’s usual disinterested disgust towards him was marked with a light smile. It was like he was reminiscing on…
…bottle feeding him…
“There’s a good boy…”
Even if it was for something so disgusting, his praise was always desired. Maybe that’s why he always came back. Seeking out his father’s love in exchange for using his body however he felt. And he couldn’t deny, only his mami and papi could make him feel this good. His womb belonged to them.
After the last swallow, Vox slammed the mug down on the desk, and spun Vax around. His breath caught in his chest. His father’s weight on top of him was absolutely suffocating. Deeper, in a tone so low and distorted that Vax almost couldn’t hear, Vox whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”
Vox’s claws raked deep wounds into his thighs, reopening all of the previous ones that were in various stages of healing. Each painfully hard thrust deepened his nails into his skin, and added new lines into the ones that Vax inflicted on himself. Vox ran his thumb over them, smearing blood across his skin.
“Do you do this to yourself because you wanna cover up the marks I make on you?” Vox bit his neck. “Or because you’re my little artist? Hm, babygirl?”
Vox rested still for a moment, his cock still stretching his son’s pussy out.
“I like drawing too,” Vox dug a nail purposefully into the scars, cutting a v shape into his thigh. “I’m not very good like you and your mami. But I like leaving my mark on you.”
Another extremely hard thrust into him.
“I like marking you even more than I did to the boys in my cult on earth.” Vox kissed him tenderly and smiled. “You truly are mine. Your body is mine, as is your blood.”
The desk pressed hard into him, leaving indents in his skin and the friction of his body moving against it threatened to cause blisters. Vax cried and begged that it was too hard, but the treatment only roughened. It felt like his dad’s dick was tearing him from how hard it was fucking him. Nothing he did or said eased the thrusts. His dad was concerned with nothing more than cumming inside of his son.
As time passed, his father’s breaths increased tempo, and he pulled him up onto his lap. Vax had been fucked enough times by his dad to know that he was almost done with him. He accepted his usefulness by disguising his pleading tears with a moaning sound to try and speed up the process. Nails dug fresh scratches into his shoulder blades.
“Oh please…daddy…please…” Vax begged.
“Is this what you want?” Vox pulled a needle out from the desk drawer. All that Vax ever wanted. To be who he was.
“Yes! Ah…yes yes yes!” Vax cried out. Vox fucked him harder and harder. Vax felt that slight pause in the motion, and then the overwhelming pinch as Vox pierced the needle into his thigh, injecting him with the testosterone he so desperately craved while filling his womb with cum. His father panted hard against his neck. The syringe clanged against the floor and rolled like Vox’s hot breath against Vax’s neck. Vax studied the piss covered tiles. Each of his own labored breaths anticipated the next move. Would it be loving or more sadism? Vox’s cock slowly softened, and his cunt tightened more around it. It was like his pussy was even more afraid of being abandoned by his daddy than he was.
The weight lying limp against Vax stiffened, and he looked up. His dad’s lips stayed parted with heavy breaths, and Vax prayed sweetly with bright eyes for an “I love you” or a hug. His heart quaked under the authoritative stare. If he managed his bladder earlier, this would have been the point it would have failed. Vax clenched his eyes shut when his father leaned in, and prepared himself to be struck by his hand.
“You did a good job taking your daddy’s cock, kiddo. I’m proud of you.”
It was like a shot of euphoria throughout his body. His muscles clenched tighter against Vox’s now flaccid cock. Vox laughed in a low rumble that transmitted through the speakers in the room, and for a brief moment, his predatory grin stalked him on each screen surrounding the room. Before he could react to the flashing images of his dad’s face, his lips were captured in a sickening kiss.
He shuddered against the passion. Arousal and disgust constricted around each other deep in his guts. Vox’s tongue forced its way into his mouth. He fucking despised being kissed like this. Only daddy knew how to make him feel like he was suffocating. He pulled back, pushing his body so hard backwards against the chair that it hurt the back of his head. It was like he was trying to lead a dance, because his dad’s tongue only went further into his mouth and his lips pressed tighter into his. Vax’s fingernails dug into the arms of the chair. His father’s cock slipped out of him, and his lower hands pawed desperately at the air, begging to fill the empty gaping space it left behind.
“Please…” Vax whimpered.
Vox bent down and wiped his cock clean with Vax’s discarded nightgown and tossed it at him like trash. His teeth made an appearance again in a half grin, and he pulled his pants back up, hiding the only positive thing Vax ever received from his dad.
“Please what? What did we say about being specific?”
“Please…” Vax’s hips involuntarily pushed forwards, and presented his pussy to his father like a gift. “Please touch me daddy…I need to cum…”
Vox laughed quietly. Three fingers reentered Vax’s pussy, and he cried out. There was nothing more satisfying, and more horrific than being violated by his dad. Blessings of pleasure washed over his whole body.
A hand wrapped around his hips, and dragged him down to sit on his lap again. Vox’s fingers bent and extended, scraping his claws against his inner walls. Vax was sure his father’s nails were long enough to pierce his womb if he tried to full on fuck him with them. Everytime he got fucked, he begged for his dad to fuck him harder, more violently. And everytime he got fucked harder, he ended in sloppier tears, and higher pitched pleas for the act to end.
So why the fuck did he keep coming back for it?
A shadow formed beneath the rise in his father’s pants. Vax’s moans increased in volume, and he tried to move his tiny body forward to rub his cunt against his dad’s clothed cock once again. Unfortunately, the hand around his waist tightened, and prevented his clit from making any contact with the zipper or polyester. His moans dripped into whines, and Vox’s fingers left his cunt vacant again.
“No!’ Vax clung to Vox’s arm with all four hands, and grinded his clit hard against his hands. He locked eyes with his father, putting on a show to coax his dad into fucking him into climax. Each movement of his hips spread his dad’s cum over his pussy. His father grabbed his lower arms, and bit his collarbone. With the release of Vax’s arms, Vox shoved his fingers inside of Vax again, and removed them again.
Vox held his fingers up, glistening white between them, and reflecting the light of both their screens. Vox parted his fingers into a ‘V’ and coiled his tongue around the middle. The other finger smeared across Vax’s face, and hooked into the corner of his mouth. Vax licked his finger in a plea to have something put back inside of his cunt. Instead, he received his father’s tongue into the back of his mouth again, spreading the taste of his daddy’s cum and his own pussy all throughout his mouth.
“You are an absolutely nasty child, you know that?” Vox’s slick tongue lapped the cum off of his screen, and smothered him with another forceful, throat fucking kiss. His dad’s clothed erection brushed against his pussy, and he moaned back into his mouth. “Who the fuck wants to be touched by their own dad this badly?”
He was right. Why was he so addicted to being fucked by his dad? Why didn’t he ever fight back? Why did he beg for it?
But being touched by his dad was the only way he could feel his love. Who the fuck wouldn’t come back to that? Everyone wants their parents' love. No matter what it takes to earn it.
Vox’s erection brushed against his clit again, and he pressed his body against his son’s. Both their pulses thumped a dissonant beat against each other through his father’s pants. Vox rocked his hips slowly. The friction was painful, but he’d do anything to feel his daddy’s cock against his skin. His spine knocked into the desk with a shove. Vox pressed his cock up the front of his body, pushing up to his belly button. A quiet reminder of how deep he wanted to be buried in his son’s guts. Vox closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.
“Touch yourself kiddo.”
“Mm!” Vax’s eyes shot open and he pushed back against the desk, trying to escape the cell of his father’s arms, locking him to it. Vox laughed softly, taking pleasure in the fear in his son’s eyes. His nails dug into the desk, and he rubbed his cock harder against his stomach.
“Quit fucking around Vax. You need to cum so badly, then show your daddy how badly you need it.”
“I-I…I don’t want to…I want you to do it.”
One thing Vax despised, was masturbating in front of his father. When his father touched him, he could close his eyes and forget what was happening. He could fade into nothing, and swallow whatever he was fed while relishing in the pleasure he received from his father’s cock and fingers.
For a moment he could be the center of his father’s world. Even if it was painful. Even if he bled and cried. He was the center of his father’s world.
And sometimes it felt better than anything in the world. Sometimes it was gentle, loving and spiced with kisses and affection. One thing was certain.
He’d never stop seeking out his father’s love.
Masturbating, however, required him to perform. Vox liked everything to be a certain way. After all, there was a reason that he reviewed all of Val’s shoots before they were released. Vax’s performance required a lot of smiling, and a whole lot of eye contact. It required him to spread his legs as wide as he could. Sometimes spread beyond his capabilities with Vox holding them in place.
“Don’t be selfish, Vax.” Vox pushed him back into a sitting position on the desk. He scooted his chair in to sit between his legs. He pried Vax’s hands away from covering himself up. “I’ve done enough work today. I deserve a show.”
“Ah….” Vax opened his legs, his pussy reflecting back at him in his dad’s eyes. He didn’t miss the twitch in his father’s pants. The way the tension of his erection slid his zipper down slightly and exposed the barest millimeter of the cyan tip. His dad did have a softer side to him after cumming. Somewhat softer side. He pressed his lips against Vax’s stomach, and massaged his freshly wounded breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl.”
If only he could compliment him with his true identity. Painful as it was, he didn’t argue. Instead he used his lower hands to spread his pussy.
“Daddy, what do you wanna see me do?” He stuck a finger inside of his used cunt. His father chewed his lower lip. “Inside? Or only touch the outside?”
“I want you to fuck your cunt for your daddy.” Vox stroked Vax’s antenna softly and kissed his neck. “Be a good boy and fuck yourself.”
The correct term resumed his arousal, and his fingers dove beneath his skin, fucking his pussy hard. Even though it would take him at least an hour to finish, especially with his dad watching him, he was determined to cum tonight. Plus, if he made a good show out of himself, he might get fucked again.
He spread his legs wider, and smiled sweetly for his daddy, just like when he was a little girl. The zipper creeped down lower, and then was taken over by his father’s hands. Vax moaned, and displayed the half lidded, lips parted, pornstar face that his mami’s actors taught him. The sight of his dad, leaned back and rubbing his own cock made fucking himself that more enjoyable. If only he could just get his dick back inside of him.
“Ah…daddy please…I need you!”
“Of course, anything for you princess.”
Vax’s body jerked as his father’s tongue snaked between his lips, and licked his oversensitive clit. His dad’s tongue ate him out just how he liked it, with a perfect pressure and speed. The pleasure of fucking his own bleeding cunt, his father’s cum acting as the lube while he was eaten out was enough to send him into tears. The contact of his father’s mouth disappeared, and Vax cried out.
He opened his eyes, and his legs snapped shut. The camera of Vox’s phone stared him down.
“Now, don’t get camera shy princess.” Vox grabbed one of his knees. “Spread them for your daddy. Show everyone what a whore you are for your dad’s dick.”
“I don’t-”
“If you’re seriously thinking of telling me no, I can show everyone you know how you touch yourself while thinking about me.” Vox pointed to the cameras in the corners of the room. “Come on baby girl, keep touching yourself for daddy so he has something for when you’re away at school.”
Vax slowly open his legs again, and moaned loudly, fucking himself while the camera lit up the room over and over again. Countless minutes passed, Vox leaned further in, like a man watching a horror scene as his son came undone. Vax’s hips trembled. The desk rattled with the shaking of his body, and Vox slinked closer. He was completely immersed in watching his son pleasure himself. Vox watched Vax's bones quake on the brink of his orgasm, and quake in fear of the intense eyes locked on his cunt.
A hand snapped around Vax’s wrists.
“That’s enough now baby. Back to bed.”
“But…ah I’m so close daddy! Mm…” He squirmed on the edge of his pleasure.
“Go back to bed. And don't touch yourself.”
Vax stared pleadingly at him for a moment, but the cold eyes didn’t lapse. He slid off the desk and reached for his nightgown, but his dad stopped him. He was to go to bed with no clothes. Pent up and unallowed to so much as grind against a pillow. Vax took one last glance at his dad’s watchful eyes and left the office.
He did his best to cover himself, still only bearing the stockings on his body. His upper arms crossed over his tits, and his lower hands hiding his pussy from the VoxTek employees in the halls. His ass was still fully exposed, and he knew the whispers had to be about the cum and blood smeared all over his body. Another day of service to his maker.
God bless, and trust us.
He reached his door, and his fingers lingered on the handle. On a second thought, he passed it, and made his way to the next room. Large and sprawled out on the bed, his mami snored peacefully. The only one who could properly comfort him.
“Mami!” Vax stood over his arm, which was draped over the edge of the bed. He grinded hard against Val’s arm. “Mmm…mami get up!”
“Mm quit being a spoiled brat.” Val groaned. Vax grinded harder against his arm, leaving a slick streak glimmering over the length of his arm as he slid back and forth down it. With no results, he climbed on top of his mami’s chest, pouting as he rubbed his pussy against the chain attached to his nipples. Val’s eyes slowly cracked open. “Baby, what do you want?”
“Mouth!” Vax spread his legs, pointing to his swollen clit. He frantically rubbed himself and stuck several fingers inside of himself. “Please!!!”
“Oh baby,” Val squeezed his thighs, his hands completely wrapping around them. He pulled Vax up and sat him on his face. His words came out muffled. “Too bad your papi is so selfish.”
In rapid mousey breaths, Vax panted while he rode his mami’s face. His experienced tongue knew exactly when to slide inside of his son, and his saliva numbed and partially healed the wounds inside of him, allowing him to once again feel pleasure from having something inside of him. It knew when to press hard into his clit, and he hummed soft vibrations into it with his voice. Val’s arms wrapped tightly around his thighs and held him down, pressing his cunt more into his mouth.
“Ah…Mami it feels so good…”
Vax rocked his hips, once again in tears. Now they fell from pleasure, and he could feel the heat of his muscles tensing inside of him. If only now could he have his father’s cum fill his womb. He cried out loudly again, grinding hard and holding his mami’s face in place as he rode out his orgasm. The pleasure tingled through his whole body and his muscles pulsed heavily. Val continued licking his clit like a kitten until Vax’s body stilled.
“Mm…thank you Mami…”
He got off of Val, but was stopped by all of his arms wrapping around him. Val rubbed his face into Vax’s and tightened his grip, snuggling into him. Vax closed his eyes and yawned.
“Goodnight sweetie.” Val murmured.
“Goodnight Mami.” Vax knew his dad had seen everything, from every angle. He eagerly awaited the punishment he’d wake up to. He smirked at the camera and closed his eyes, sucking on his mami’s tit. As long as he was in his mami’s arms while they were fighting, he could relax.