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Subject: {ASSM} "Father-Son Bonding" (by Sakrum) M/M, anal, BDSM, D/S, incest, masturbation, oral, rape
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   M/M, anal, BDSM, D/S, incest, masturbation, oral, rape

   Not intended for any readers under 18.  This story contains rape,
incest, and homosexual themes.  If any of these things offend you, then
turn back now.

   For other stories involving me and my Dad, read:

   "My 3D Dad" "Vomit Sex"
Introduction:
Hello.  My name is Markus.  I'm a 20-something year old who lives with
his sexy Dad in a small town called Kirkland in northern Illinois, about an
hour west of some city called Chicago.  I have no job, no car, and no
social life outside of the house.  I'm supported by my Dad, and a monthly
Social Security check.  The government thinks I'm a moron, so they give me

free money.

   I spend most of my time playing video games during the day while
listening to Juggalo music.  At night, I rape my Dad.  That's right.  You
read it right.  I rape my Dad.  I tie him up in chains and rape him.  I
rape my Dad.  I've been doing it for at least 15 years, ever since I was a
pre-teen.  I know it's wrong, but it feels so good I don't wanna be right.

   Why do I rape my Dad?  Well it's because he's so sexy.  He has long
blonde hair, an orange beard, and huge muscles.  Most people say that it's
actually fat, and not muscle, but I don't agree.  He's in his late-40s, and
is almost 50.  However, he looks really good for his age.

   The only flaw that I can think of is that he's starting to get bags
under his eyes.  I think it's from so many years of me raping him, and
making his life pure Hell for so long.  It could also be the dope that he
smokes to relieve himself of the stress.  Or it could be both.

   He also drinks and smokes a lot to deal with the raping.  In fact, the
stress was getting so bad that he even went bald for a couple years, until
I used my powers to make his long sexy hair grow back, in order to make him
sexy again.  Heck, even with bald hair, he was still sexy.  That's how sexy
he is.

   As for me, I'm about 23.  I have blonde messy hair, chubby, and have a
light scar running down my cheek.  I got it from when my Dad and I were
fighting, and he took a knife and jammed it into my face.  I used to have
freckles when I was younger, but when I got older, I grew zits, and that
destroyed them.  The zits are gone now, so now I have neither.  I don't
wear shirts.  I only wear black sweat pants that I never wash.  I also
don't wear underwear.

   Anyway, back to my Dad.  He's become so used to being raped over the
years, he doesn't think it's a big deal anymore.  Sure, he still screams
when I ram my cock up his ass, and keep thrusting inside for hours on end,
but he's cum to terms with it.  He just accepts it as part of his everyday
life.  Sort of like how a person who has some sort of disability or disease
learns how to deal with it and try their best to have a semi-normal life.
It's the same thing with my Dad.

   "Father-Son Bonding" (by Sakrum)

   "Say cheese, Dad!" I said, before taking a picture.

   My Dad did a sexy pose, and then I took a sexy picture.  Every week I
force my Dad to take nude photos for my website.  I make him do all sorts
of poses.  Like bending over and spreading his ass cheeks, masturbating
torwards the camera, laying back on the ground while sucking his own dick,
or shoving dildos up his ass.  Many other photo sets are of my Dad getting
raped.

   There's a few upclose shots of my Dad screaming while being chained to
the wall, as I torture him.  I photograph his face really close as he gets
tortured, so you can see the agony in his face and appreciate the lucious
cruelity.  I make the photos for the VIP package on my website, that you
can only see if you pay 69 bucks a month.  Unforuntely, nobody ever bothers
to pay for the VIP package, so nobody ever sees the pictures.

   "You know Dad, I don't think we can ever make a photo as sexy as you in
a biker outfit, but we can try!" I said.

   A few years ago, I made my Dad pose in a biker outfit.  I sent it all
over the internet.  It turned out so well, and ended up being so sexy, that
I emailed it to tens of thousands of random people.

   I looked for any email adress I could find.  I also posted it on places
like BitTorrent, Usenet, message boards, and a whole bunch of other places.
I even included my email if they ever wanted to contact me to tell me how
sexy that my Dad is, and to thank me for showing them a true sex god.

   "Markus, how long do we have to keep this shit going?" he asked.

   "Quit talking, Dad!  You'll ruin the shots!" I said.

   "Well maybe I WANNA ruin the shots!" he yelled.

   That pissed me off, so I slammed the camera onto the ground, shattering
it into a million different pieces.  Hour and hours of hard work were now
ruined!

   "THANKS A LOT, DAD!  LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" I screamed.

   "OH SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT YOU SLAMMED THE CAMERA ONTO THE GROUND!!? 
QUIT BLAMING ME FOR WHEN YOU BREAK SHIT!" he yelled.

   "I PUT LOTS OF HARD WORK INTO THESE PICTURES!  AND YOU MADE ME RUIN
THEM!!!"

   "WHY BOTHER!!?  NOBODY'S GONNA PAY TO LOOK AT THEM!  THE SITE IS SO
FUCKIN' SICK NOBODY WANTS TO PAY MONEY FOR IT!!!"

   "THAT'S IT, DAD!" I yelled while charging at him.

   I attacked my Dad, and tried to punch him in the face, but I missed, and
he punched me first before I could punch him.  Once his fist hit my face, I
fell to the ground.  Since I'm a little overweight, there was a really loud
thud when I fell.

   "CUM ON, MARKUS!  FIGHT LIKE A MAN!  FIGHT LIKE A FUCKIN' MAN!" my Dad
yelled.

   I then got off the ground and charged my at my Dad.  I actually managed
to tackle him to the ground.  We then started to punch each other in the
face for a few minutes.  It was a pretty sad site.  We were two grown men,
naked, and rolling around on the ground threatning to kill each other.  It
happens at least once a day.

   All of this rolling around was starting to turn me on, so I decided that
it was time for a little lovin'.  Kee hee.  I was so horny that it gave me
super strength, and I managed to pin my Dad to the ground.

   "Oh, no!" my Dad groaned while rolling his eyes, because he knew what
was about to happen next.

   "Oh, yes!" I said while giving him an evil grin.

   I took my eight inch cock (since I have powers, I can make my dick grow
way above six inches) and inserted it into my Dad's asshole.  He started
screaming in pain.  No matter how many times I rape him in the ass, he
never get use to it.

   I started thrusting in and out, in and out of his sexy man ass.  His
tight, warm ass felt so good around my penis as I thrusted.  I thrusted
inside of him so deep that it could've reached his stomach.

   I could feel my ball sack smacking against him as I made love to him. 
Meanwhile, I was also jacking his dick off, trying to make it long and
hard, since my Dad doesn't get aroused by being raped for some reason.

   "OH, DAD!  YOU HAVE SUCH A TIGHT ASS!" I screamed.

   "AAAAHHHH!  YOUR COCK IS TOO BIG, MARKUS!" he screamed.

   I then slapped my Dad four times, twice on each cheek.

   "TELL ME YOU LIKE MY COCK IN YOUR ASS!" I screamed while getting in his
face.

   "NO!  I FUCKIN' HATE IT!" he screamed.

   I decided to teach him a lesson.  It was time for a little disipin'.  I
took out my cock from his ass (there was a bunch of shit on my cock, since
I don't allow my Dad to wipe his ass so I can slide my dick inside him
easier), and made a nut cracker appear in my hand.

   "See this, Dad?" I asked, clamping it.

   "Uh - Yeah?"

   I then took the nut cracker, and used it to squeeze my Dad's testicles!
My Dad started screaming in agony, as his testicles were being squeezed and
crushed with the nut cracker.  Isn't just reading this making you feel pain
in your own testicles?

   My Dad screamed like the dog he is, and I just sat there and laughed at
his misery.  I used my powers to keep him pinned down to the ground, so he
couldn't get up to escape.

   "AAAAHHHH!  OH GOD, MARKUS!  PLEASE STOP!  IT HURTS LIKE HELL!  PLEASE
STOP!  JUST FUCKIN' STOP!  AAAAHHHH!  AAAAAHHHHH!" he screamed.

   "SCREAM, DAD!  SCREAM!  SCREAM YA' FUCKIN' PIG!"

   I kept squeezing his testicles for another minute or so, until I
stopped.

   "So what do you prefer, Dad?  Your balls getting crushed with a nut
cracker, or my dick in your ass?"

   "Your dick in my ass!" he said.

   "Say you like my dick in your ass!" I demanded.

   "I like your dick in my ass!"

   I then started squeezing his testicles again.

   "I can't hear you, Daddy!  What did you say?"

   "AAAAHHHH!  I LIKE YOUR DICK IN MY ASS!"

   "Say it one more time, fat-ass."

   "I LIKE YOUR DICK IN MY ASS!  NOW JUST STOP!"

   I was satisfied (for now).  I took the nut cracker off his ball sack,
and made it dissapear with my powers.  I made a loogee in my mouth, and
spit on my Dad's face.  I then went back to putting my dick in his ass,
grabbed his dick, and started thrusting inside of him again.  I was so
turned on by the fact my Dad had just been suffering, that it made me even
more horny than before, and I was thrusting in his ass at a faster rate.

   I yelled, "BA DOOP!  BA DOOP!  BA DOOP!"

   After about a minute of fucking him in the ass, I orgasmed and shot
loads of cum inside of him.

   "OOOOHHHH, DDDDAAAAADDDDD!  OOOOOHHHHH, YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH! 
YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!"

   After I shot cum inside of my own Dad's ass, I began sucking his cock,
which I had managed to get hard.  I bobbed my head up and down, up and
down, up and down, and made sure his dick was inside my whole mouth each
time.  I deep throat my Dad pretty often.  I like gagging on his cock.

   "Mmmmmm, Dad!  You taste so good!" I said with after taking his pecker
out my mouth.

   He didn't do anything.  He just cried.

   After sucking him off for a few more minutes, he finally shot his cum
inside my mouth.  I closed my eyes, and savored the taste of his sploodge.
I took my mouth off his shrinking dick, and walked to the refirdgerator in
the kitchen.  I love my Dad's cum so much I spit it inside an old milk jug
every time he shoots his load, so I can drink it later.  I took the milk
jug of his cum, and spit inside of it.

   When I got back to the living room, I got my ass right above and his
face, and farted.  It's a tradition that I do after I rape him.  I had just
had tacos, and they had lots of beans in them.  I always make sure to eat
things that are gasy so I can make nice, long farts.

   "Take a nice wiff, Dad."

   He didn't say anything, and just cried like a baby.

   "Why does my own son rape me?" he asked.  "Why does he have powers?"

   "Don't you realize how lucky you are, Dad?  Most Dads never get to have
sex with their own son.  You're blessed.  I've been blessed with having the
sexiest Dad in the world.  I've also been blessed with the powers I have so
I can rape you.  We're both blessed, Dad."

   I then got down to his face, and screamed, "BLESSED!"

   My Dad didn't respond.  He just layed there on the floor and kept crying
like a baby.

   "Dad, I'm gonna go down to the basement and listen to Juggalo music," I
said.  "That's where I'll be in case you need me."

   He never cums down to visit me when I'm in the basement for some reason.
It's almost like he avoids me.  Anway, he didn't respond when I had talked
to him.  He just cried.  I then headed torwards the basement to listen to
Juggalo music.  I like to listen to their music after I rape my Dad.  I
consider it to be a reward to myself.

   I'm a rapist.

   I sat in the basement all night, staring at the wall in the dark
listening to Juggalo music.  I always crank the volume as high as it can
go, which causes the whole house to literally shake.  It pisses off the
neighbors.  I did it all night.

   My Dad usually gets up for work at about 6 AM, so when it was that time,
I decided to visit my sexy Dad.  I went upstairs, and there he was in the
kitchen, all dressed up and drinking cofee.  I really wish my Dad was
naked, and if I had it my way, he would always be naked, but his job
doesn't let him go to work nude for some reason, so I had to allow him to
wear clothes in the morning.  However, in the afternoon when he gets off
from work, he has to spend the rest of the day without clothes.

   "Morning, Dad!" I said while smiling.

   My Dad mumbled something under his breath and took a sip of cofee.  I
don't know what he said, but I'm sure that it was something negative.

   "Want me to make you breakfast, Dad?  I can make pancakes with ketchup
in them," I offered.

   "Markus, every time I eat your gross food, I get sick.  I'm gonna go to
McDonald's before work and get a couple things of pancakes," he said before
putting the cofee mug in the sink.  "Pancakes that DON'T have ketchup in
them."

   I was offended.  For the last few weeks, I tried to be a good housewife
for my Dad by cooking him breakfast in the morning.  I even cook naked just
to turn him on.  He insists that it doesn't make him horny, but I bet he's
jacking off when to me being naked when I'm not looking.  Anyway, sometimes
it was pancakes with ketchup in them, sometimes it was moldy sandwhiches,
and other times it was sphegetti with manays on it.  However, I started
noticing that my Dad throws the food away when I leave the room to play
video games.

   "Are you saying that fast food is better than MY food?" I asked,
starting to tear up.

   "YES!"

   I then fell to my knees, and screamed, "NOOOOOOO!" and started crying
like a baby.  A sexy baby.

   "Well, I gotta go to work, Markus.  I hope you drop dead.  Bye," he said
before leaving.

   I kept crying for hours and hours, offended by the fact my Dad would
enjoy fast food over my own food.  It seemed like no matter what I did to
save our relationship, nothing ever worked.  What was I doing wrong?  What
was I doing to make him hate me so much?

   After crying for several hours non-stop, I finally decided to work on my
website.  I went downstairs, and turned on my computer.  I went to check my
email, and saw that I had an unread message.  Now, usually when I get
emails, it's people telling me how sick my website is and that I need
professional help.  But not this one.  This email was different.

   -Hello.  I just saw a picture of your Dad, and think that he looks great
for our new movie that we're making.  I'm interested in using him as one of
the leads.  I'm the manager of an adult entertainment company.  Please
contact me using this phone number below, and we can set something up.I
immediately became suspicious.  Was it somebody trying to assisinate my
Dad? Was my Dad secretly the leader of a foreign country, and they were
trying to kill him for political reasons?  Or were they trying to
assissinate ME?  I decided to call the number, but kept my guard up.  I
warped the phone in my hand, and started dialing the number.  I use to have
a phobia of dialing telephones.

   After the phone rang a few times, some jerk finally answered me.

   "Hello?"

   "Yes, this is Markus.  I have the sexiest Dad in the world, and I sent a
biker photo of my Dad, and you saw it and emailed me," I replied.

   "Oh yeah!  I'm glad you got my message!  I was hoping to get in contact
with your Dad.  Now -"

   "Hold on a second, Mr.!  I wanna make sure that this isn't an
assisination plot to kill me or my Dad.  Is it?" I demanded to know.

   "Um - No?  What gave you that impression?"

   Well it was settled.  He wasn't out to kill my Dad.  But I stayed
slightly suspicious just in case.  Although my Dad pisses me off so much
that sometimes I wonder if he should be murdered.  I've often thought about
paying people to make sure a "tragic accident" happens to my Dad.

   "Never mind.  Look, I'm my Dad's agent, so I represent him.  Why did you
contact me and my sexy Dad?" I asked.

   That was a lie.  I'm not an agent, and my Dad's not an actor, but I
wanted to make sure I had complete control over this deal.  I have complete
control over my Dad's life, and he gets no say in anything.

   "Well I'm the manager of a porno company, called Hard Gay Productions,
and we're shooting a porn called 'Brokeback Bikers'.  It's basically a
porno parody of the Brokeback Mountain movie that came out a while back. 
Have you ever heard of it?"

   "Of course I have!  I force my Dad to masturbate to it all the time!" I
said.  Even hearing about it was making me jack off.

   "Um - OK?  Anyway, yeah.  When I saw that picture when I happened to be
browsing the internet, I knew he seemed perfect for the role.  He just has
the right look that we're after.  Can your Dad cum over to the studio, here
in southern California?" I asked.

   I became a little susupicious again.  First of all, if he was going to
be in a porno, he would only have sex with ME!  Second, if he was allowed
to cum out in public, there would have to be some very strict conditions.
My Dad isn't allowed to out in public.  He's only allowed to leave the
house to go to work, and that's it.

   "Well I usually don't allow my Dad to go out in public.  He's way too
sexy, and I'm afraid that people will hit on him," I replied.  "If we go
over to California, he has to have a paper bag over his head, and a bunch
of coats on to hide his huge muscles.  I also have to escort him at all
times, and protect him with guns."

   "Uuuuhhh...  OK?"

   "Listen, ASSHOLE!  If you want my dad in your gay porno so bad, then
this is gonna be THE WAY IT IS!  AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN HE WON'T BE
IN YOUR FUCKIN' PORNO!"

   "OK!  OK!  OK!  Just calm down, sir!  Whatever it takes to get him over
here.  We need him over here by this Saturday.  Can you bring him over here
in time?" he replied.

   "Yes, I can.  I have powers.  Anyway, it's settled.  I'll bring my sexy
Dad to California, and we'll go over to your porno place.  But I'm warning
you, Mr.  If this turns out to be an assissination attempt after all, then
get ready to get your ass kicked," I said.  "Also, there's one more
condition!  Will you do it?"

   He paused for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.  "Well that
depends on what it is," he replied.

   "In the porno, I want to be the other biker!  My Dad is ONLY allowed to
have sex with ME!  ME!  He is NOT allowed to fuck anyone else!  He can only
have sex with his own son!"

   "But we already got the rest of the cast set up!  We've already picked
out the other actors!" he said, sounding frusturated.

   "If I can't fuck my Dad in the porno, instead of someone else, then
there's NO deal!" I growled.

   "OK!  OK!  Fine!  You can be the other biker.  I just think it's a
little weird that you wanna have sex with your own Dad.  Even in
California, I'm not sure that's legal," he said, sounding concerned.  "But
you know, we really want your Dad here, so whatever.  Anway, what do you
look like?  Are you porn material?"

   "Very!  I'm almost as sexy as my Dad!  And he's pretty damn sexy!"

   After chit-chatting for a few more minutes, everything was officially
arranged and it was all over.  I was so excited.  I knew that my Dad liked
pornos, and having him have sex with me in an actual, professionally-made
porn would be a great way to fix our relationship!  It was solved!  I got
up off the chair, and did a happy dance.  Our relationship was forever
good!

   After doing my happy dance, I started updating the website of my Dad.  I
spent the next several hours of jacking off, and updating my website.  At 3
PM, my sexy Dad came home.  It was my favorite time of day (other than
raping him late at night that is).  I got off the chair and ran up the
stairs to greet my Dad.  I began jumping up and down with glee as I told
him the news.

   "Guess what, Dad?  There's a porno company who wants you to be in a
porno," I said.

   My Dad just looked at me, not knowing what to think.  "Why are you
jumping up and down like an idiot?" he asked.  What an ass.

   "A porno studio saw that biker photo I sent all over the internet a few
years ago.  They thought you were so sexy that they wanted you to be in a
new porno that they were making!  I told them you'd do it!  And guess what
the best part is?  I'm the co-star!  You'll be fucking me on camera!  And
we'll be paid to do it!" I said while jumping.

   "Markus, I don't wanna BE in a fuckin' porno!  I don't wanna fuck my own
son infront of a camera with a bunch of strangers watching us while they
film!  That's SICK!" he yelled.

   I was dissapointed.  Yet again, another idea that I had to fix the
relationship with my Dad blew up in my face.  However, I wasn't giving up.
Everything was arranged with the studio, and damn it, we were gonna go over
to California, and fuck on camera.  I was determined to fix our
relationship.  And I knew the one thing that would make him do it.

   "Dad, if you don't do this, we're gonna have another...  Incident."

   My Dad screamed and puked at the same time in pure terror, and fell to
his knees in a puddle of his own vomit.  He even started shaking.

   You're probably wondering what The Incident is.  Well, I won't go into
the details much.  All I'll say is that one time I did something to my Dad
that was so horrible, that to this day it gives my Dad night terrors, and
causes him to puke and scream in freight whenever I bring it up.  It was so
horrible, that sometimes even mentioning it causes the fabric of space-time
itself to become disrupted, and the universe becomes unbalanced for a few
minutes.

   I was angry that my Dad was resisting what I was telling him to do, so I
decided to punish him, even though I already used The Incident to make him
do what I wanted him to do.

   "DAMN IT, DAD!  WE'RE GONNA DO THIS WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!  NOW AS
PUNISHMENT FOR DEFYING ME, YOU HAVE TO SUCK MY DICK!"

   I walked up to my Dad, who was still on his knees and shaking.  I had to
wait a few minutes for him to get out of his state of shock, and when he
seemed better, I made him take out my cock out of my pants (it was already
hard, since just looking at my Dad gives me an instant hard-on).  He then
put his mouth on my dick and began sucking away.

   "Dad, while you give me head, I'm gonna tell you what we're gonna do. 
First of all, we'll leave tommorow.  Make sure to get lots of money out of
the bank, because it'll cost a lot in gas money to go over to California.
Got it so far, Dad?"

   My Dad said, "Mmmm hmmm," while bobbing his head.  He was doing such a
great job sucking me off.  All those years of practice made perfect.

   "Second, you'll have to put a paper bag over your head, and wear five
layers of coats.  We can't have people seeing your sexy face, or muscles.
People will get so turned on by you that they'll try to hit on ya'.  Or
even worse, they'll be so jealous, they'll try to kill you, so THEY can be
the sexiest person in the world.  Got it?"

   "Mmmm hmmmm," he mumbled again.

   I was getting closer to orgasm.  Feeling his tongue roll on my cock,
with its warm, wet silavia, and the feeling of his head bobbing over and
over was driving me wild.  The exciting news made me so horny that I was
having a hard time holding back from having an orgasm.

   "Third, you'll be having sex with ME!  And me ONLY!  They already casted
some other bozo to play the other biker, bu - bu - Oh Dad, I'm gonna cum!
I'm getting clo - OOOHHH, OOOOHHHH!  YYYYEEEAAAHHH!  THAT'S IT, BABY! 
YYYYEEEEAAAHHH!"

   I felt an orgasm go all over my body, and my hot, warm cum shot deep
into his mouth.  While I orgasmed, I was pulling on his hair, and
stretching it my their roots, causing pain in his head.  I heard him gag a
little, but he was so use to it that he just took it.

   I took my cock out of his mouth, and some of my cum was dribbling down
his mouth.

   "Dad, did you enjoy sucking my cock?  Say you loved sucking my dick," I
said.

   "I loved sucking your dick, Markus."

   Of course, I knew it was a lie.  If he said differently, I would've
tortured him for the next 6 hours.

   He then started to get off his knees, but I didn't tell him he could.

   "Hold on!  Hold on!  Hold on!  I didn't say you could get off your
knees, did I, Dad?"

   "No, Markus."

   "Then get back on your knees, and don't get up until I tell you to."

   "Yes, Markus."

   He got back down on his knees, and looked up at me.  I then gave him a
big slap in the face.  "We leave tommorow, Dad."

   "Yes, Markus."

   A couple days later, my sexy Dad and I packed and got into the shitty
van of ours to go to California, to shoot the porno.  As usual, we were
arguing during the trip.

   In fact, I can't remember when when we haven't argued on some sort of
vacation or trip.  We were yelling, screaming, and spitting at each other.
My Dad threatened to turn the van around several times.  For once I wish we
could get along.  I know me raping him doesn't help, but he's so sexy that
I can't help myself.

   Anyway, the drive was very long, and very boring.  It was almost 2,000
miles to go from Kirkland, IL to Los Angeles, CA.  We had to go through 6
other states before we even got into California.  We would've used the
airlines, but we've had some incidents that caused us to be banned from
going on airplanes.

   On the trip, my Dad had to stop for gas in Iowa (Iowa is a small, hick
state next to Illinois, although it's not as hick as Mississippi, although
no state is as hick as Mississippi).  He stopped at a gas station in Des
Moines.  It was actually attached to a Burger King of all things.

   "Listen Markus," he said before getting out the van.  "I'm gonna pump
gas.  I don't want you getting out the car, sneaking up behind me, and
doing sexual gestures behind my back, because it's embarassing.  People
STARE when you do that.  Do you understand?  They STARE.  It's embarassing.
EMBRASSING!"

   "Yes Daddy," I replied.

   He stared at me in anger for a couple more seconds, and then got out the
van.  I could see his ass crack as he got out.  It turned me on.  Seeing
his ass crack made me so horny that I couldn't help myself.  I had to fuck
my Dad right then and there, even as he pumped gas.  Now, I'm always horny
and always want to fuck my Dad.  For me, there's horny and then there's
really horny.  Most people's hornyness comes and goes, but for me, it's
constant.

   I decided to get out of the van.  I looked at my Dad, who was pumping
gas.  He looked really sexy pumping gas.  I looked at him with a really
horny and evil look.

   "Markus, what did I tell you?" he asked.  "I told you to NOT follow me
out here!!!  Understand?"

   I pulled down my black sweat pants, and pointed my eight-inch cock
torwards him.

   "Dad, seeing your ass crack really got me hard."

   He sighed.  "You don't really want me to fuck you in public, do you? 
FUCKING PUBLIC!!?"

   "Oh cum on, Dad.  Who cares?  A father having sex with his son is a
beautiful thing.  Now, get on your knees."

   "But -"

   "GET ON YOUR KNEES!"

   My Dad got on his knees, took my cock, and started giving his own son a
blowjob.  The lady pumping gas right next to us looked shocked.  Her jaw
literally dropped when she saw my Dad sucking my cock.  There were even
kids in her car, and they were watching.

   "You guys are sick!  You're fuckin' sick!" she screeched.

   She stopped pumping gas.  She didn't even put the hose back properly. 
She pulled it out the car, but was in such a hurry that she just dropped it
on the ground, and rushed back in her car.  She sped off like a bat out of
Hell.  However, I was enjoying my Dad's blowjob so much that I barely payed
attention.  He swallowed my entire cock, and it even reached into the back
of his throat.  He did it nice, and slow, just how I like it.

   "Oh Daaaad..." I groaned.

   "Do you like this, poppy?" he asked while taking his mouth off my dick.

   One of my fetishes is my Dad asking me if I like it, so he knows by know
to ask me.  Also, him calling me poppy is a new thing.

   "Yes, I do.  Now get back to blowing me, or I'll rape you," I said.

   "Yes, poppy."

   One of the things I love about my Dad is that while he's usually angry
and combative with me, he becomes completely submissive when I rape him. 
If I could only make him become submissive all the time...

   Anyway, he put his mouth back onto my cock, and swallowed and sucked it
again.  His warm, wet tongue slid all over it.  It felt so magical.  Every
time my Dad blows me, it's euphoric.  It's too bad more people don't have
sex with their Dads.  I noticed people at the Burger King and gas station
were staring.  I guess they were enjoying the show.

   Anyway, in the middle of my blowjob, I noticed that a police car was
approaching.  Just great.  Cops.  Their job is to ruin peoples' fun, and
they certainly do their jobs well.  Pigs.  When my Dad noticed the cop car,
he took his mout off my cock.

   "Hey, hey, hey, hey!  I didn't say you could stop, Dad!  Keep blowing
me!" I demanded while poking him in the eye with my dick.

   "Yes, Markus."

   He then put his lips back on my cock and began bobbing his head again.

   The cop pulled up right behind our van, and stepped out.

   "What the in the living HELL is going on?" he asked.

   "I'm getting a blowjob from my Dad.  What does it look like?"

   He looked down and saw my Dad bobbing his head nice and slow, and
slirpping up my pre-cum juices.

   "STOP THIS!  RIGHT NOW!  YOU'RE BOTH UNDER ARESST!  THIS IS PUBLIC
INDECENCY!" he yelled while grabbing my Dad's poiny-tail.

   I got angry that someone other than me would even THINK about touching
my Dad, so I used my powers to shoot lazers out of my eyes, knocking the
cop back to his patrol car.  He was slammed against the front window of the
car, smashing it into peices.  My Dad took his mouth off my dick again to
look at what just happened, but then I slapped him.

   "DAD!  I DIDN'T SAY STOP SUCKING!  NOW KEEP SUCKING UNTIL I BLOW IN YOUR
MOUTH!" I yelled.

   "Yes, poppy."

   He put his mouth back on my dick and started blowing me again.  He was
blowing his own son.

   Meanwhile, the cop seemed hurt for some reason, but got off the broken
glass.  "What the fuck was that?" he asked, seemingly dazed and confused.

   "Listen Mr Cop, never ever EVER touch my Da- OOOHHHH, DDDDAAAAADDDD!" I
yelled.  I cummed inside my Dad's mouth.  The cum shot down his mouth and
down into his throat.  I trained him to swallow it all up, and that's what
he did.  I heard him gulp it down.

   After the orgasm faded away, I took my shrinking dick out of his mouth.
There was still a little cum dribbling down from the tip, but my Dad licked
it off.  Again, I trained him to do that without having to ask.

   "Open your mouth, Dad."

   He opened.  I looked inside.  The cum was gone.  You see, my Dad always
swallows my cum, but for a long time, he wouldn't, and to make sure he did,
I checked the inside of his mouth.  However, we did it so many times that
it's become a tradition.

   "Close your mouth, Dad."

   After that was done, he got off his knees, and turned to the cop.

   "Listen," my Dad said to the officer, "I'm sorry about this, sir.  I
really am, but if I don't give him blowjobs whenever he wants, he does
horrible things to me.  He does things that make me scream, and cry, and I
literally beg God to make him stop, so-"

   "OK!  Look!" the cop began to say, "I don't know what the hell is going
on here, or how you knocked me against the car, but you're both under
aresst!"

   I panicked.  He was gonna aresst us.  I had to do something.  But what?
He was taking out some handcuffs, and walking torwards me.

   "Officer!  You can't aresst us!  My Dad and I are going to Calfornia to
shoot a porn together!" I said.

   It didn't convince him.  I tried to run, but my pants were still pulled
down from when I got my blowjob, so running was hard.  I fell to the ground
while trying to escape.  The officer grabbed my arm, and put one of the
cuffs on my wrist.  I was so panicked that I cried.  I was blubbering like
a baby.

   "Noooo!  I'm getting aressted!" I whined.  "Save me, Dad!  You sexy
hunk!"

   "Markus, you deserve to get aressted.  You can't just force someone to
give you a blowjob in public, especially when there was LITTLE FUCKING KIDS
WATCHING, WHO WILL BE PROBABLY BE TRAUMAUTIZED!"

   I literally gasped in shock.  I was expecting him to run up to the cop,
punch him in the face, rip off the handcuffs, lift me into his big, strong
arms, and whisk me away to a Motel where we would make hot, passionate love
for hours and hours.  Sadly, fantasies like that never happen.

   I was now completely in handcuffs, and the officer walked me to the back
of the patrol car, where he told me my Miranda rights.  I was crying,
because my Dad refused to help me.  Yet again, this was a sign that our
relationship was in trouble.  The officer then went to aresst my Dad, who
didn't seem to care.  My Dad has been aressted so many times over the
years, he doesn't think anything of it.

   He placed my sexy Dad in the backseat with me.

   "Why hello, sexy," I said before smiling.

   My Dad just looked at me and shook his head.  The officer got back into
the patrol car, and took us to the Polk County jail.

   After getting fingerprinted, photographed, and forced to wear orange
suits, we were put in the same room together.  I bribed one of the officers
to place us in the same room, even though it was only built for one.

   My Dad has a hot body.

   We were just sitting there on the same bed, waiting for morning to
arrive so we could see the judge, and then get the hell out of Iowa.

   "Dad, do you wanna play any games?" I asked.

   "No, because when I play so-called 'games' with you, it's something
sick," he replied.

   I got up off the bed, and looked at him.

   "Listen, Dad!  nI've given you so many oppurtunities to fix our
relationship!  I've made photographs of you naked!  I've been cooking you
breakfast every morning before work, while naked!  Also, I got us a role on
a gay porn, where we'll be naked!  I send you dirty photos of myself
through cell phones, and in them I'm always naked!  I've asked you to save
me from being aressted, where you could take me to a Motel, where we could
make love, naked!  I've-" I said, but the fat-ass interrupted me.

   "Because you RAPE ME, Markus!  YOU RAPE ME!  YOU RAPE YOUR OWN DAD!  AND
THAT DAD IS ME!  NOTHING YOU EVER DO CAN MAKE UP FOR IT!" he yelled.

   He was yelling so loud that his face had turned red.

   I was so angry that my Dad back-talked to me, that I punched him in the
face.  He then punched me back, but since my Dad is a lot stronger, I fell
back to the ground.  There was blood dripping down my nose.  I took some of
the blood, and licked some of it sexually, hoping that it would turn my Dad
on, and make the fight stop, but it didn't.  He just got up, charged and
punched me again.

   After fighting for a few minutes, the officers noticed, and then
seperated us.  They put us both in seperate rooms.  Perhaps it was for the
best, because if my Dad and I are ever together for more than five minutes,
we start punching each other's lights out.

   The next morning, we went to see the judge, were ordered to pay a fine
in 10 days (which we never did), and off we went.  They originally were
gonna charge us for committing battery on each other, and keep us in jail
longer, but they wanted us gone so bad, they just dropped the charges and
let us go.

   Our van was towed, and we had to go pick it up.  After paying a fine, we
got back on the road.  After driving for hours, hours, hours and hours, and
after lots of arguing, screaming and violence, we finally got to Los
Angeles.

   "Here we are, ya' little perv," my Dad said as we got into downtown LA.

   "Yaaaaayyy!  This gay porn is gonna fix our relationship!  Isn't this
exciting, Dad?" I asked, while jerking off.

   My Dad mumbled something under his breath, and that was it.

   Anyway, he kept driving, and getting pissed off at the infamous LA
traffic, until he got to the adress where the gay porn studio was located.
This was it.  The place that would save our relationship.  It looked like
just a regular building, and wasn't anything that fancy.

   "Here we are, Daddy."

   "Yeah.  That's great," he said, souding very un-ethusiastic.

   "Hold on, Dad!  You don't sound very exicted!" I growled.

   "Of course I don't!  This whole thing is so fuckin' SICK!"

   "Well you know what, Dad?  If you're gonna have that attitude, we're not
gonna do this porno.  Understand?  Turn this van back, right now!"

   My Dad's face turned beat red.

   "Markus, are you meaning to tell me that after driving for thousands of
miles, and constant fighting and bickering back and forth, that YOU ONLY
NOW WANNA TURN BACK!!?  RIGHT WHEN WE GET TO THE FUCKIN' STUDIO!!?"

   I nodded.

   "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying."

   After that, my Dad punched me in the face, and we started fighting
again. There was blood and lots of screaming.  After fighting, my Dad
turned the van back around, we drove back home.
   I'd have to find another way to fix our relationship.

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