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   Sicko Daddy Gets His Wish, Part One by Lord Sodomy
(dirtymark@outlook.com)
   ***
   A twisted dirty prison warden is left by his wife and he decides to
carry out his deviant sexual fantasies on his young son.  (Mm, ped, nc, rp,
viol, blood, humil)
   ***
   Michael O'Reilly had been a prison warden for about 8 years when his
wife left him.  She always complained about him being at work too much and
that he was never home for her and their son, Patrick.  She just up and
left and moved back to the east coast.  Michael wasn't really upset.  In
fact, he was relieved.  Now he could do what he'd been wanting to do for
some time now and that was to turn his son who was a 6th grade student into
a cocksucking, submissive and depraved little whore.  Michael had sat in
his office at the prison many times thinking of what he'd like to have
happen.  He never in a million years imagined that it could come true.
   The prison that Michael worked at had a lot of hard-hitting criminals
who were in for murder, rape, sexual assault and devious sexual crimes. 
Sometimes he'd go and talk to the men in solitary confinement who had a
history of sexual crimes and he'd enjoy listening to them talk about what
they did.  Michael asked that they explain to them in great detail just
what they had done sexually that landed them there.
   And now he could go forth with a fantasy that he was all too eager to
begin.  He knew when would be a good time and he already knew how he'd go
about making it happen.
   A few days after Nancy walked out, at around 2 in the morning, Michael
had young Patrick get out of bed, take a bath, then get into a pair of his
white briefs and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and sneakers and he got
Patrick into the car and drove him to the prison.  Patrick had no idea what
was going on and he was in for the shock of his young life.  The whole ride
over there Michael felt his cock twitch and stir in his pants and he wanted
to rape his son's little virgin asshole himself right there in the vehicle.
   They were at the dark prison in about an hour and Michael had his son
follow him to a door that was in the back.  Patrick was looking around
quite frightened and he had no idea what was in store for him.
   "Where are we going Dad?" young Patrick asked his father.
   Without looking at his son, Michael walked down a long, dark corridor
and said, "You'll see son."
   After a couple of minutes and several turns in the corridor, Michael
unlocked another door to what looked like a room and the right side of it
had a very small window.  It was dark in the cold cement room and Michael
looked down at his son and held out his hand.
   "Give me your hand."
   Patrick looked frightened but it excited his father all the more.  "But
wh--"
   "NOW" Michael said firmly.  Patrick reluctantly held out his hand and
Michael pulled his son into an even darker room and closed the cell door
behind them.
   Michael paused for a moment and heard Patrick breathing heavily.  As
Patrick's eyes adjusted a little to the dark cell, he could see that there
was a man in there with them.  "Mr.  Black", Michael called out in a normal
toned voice.  Mr.  Black was Richard Black, a serial rapist of boys about
10 years prior who was habitual and literally lived to drive his cock into
tight little virgin assholes and use them for his gratification.
   "Warden...what are you doing here at this hour?  And who's our guest?"
   "Mr.  Black, my wife has decided to leave me and therefore, I would like
to go forth with what we discussed a few times."
   Richard looked thorugh the darkness at the young boy and looked at
Michael and grinned slightly .  "You mean..."
   "Yes.  And I am going to watch in the corner as you do so." Michael then
reached into his pocket and pulled out a black pillow case and walked over
to his son.  Patrick was feeling horror as his father proceeded to wrap the
pillowcase around his mouth and tie a knot behind his head.  Patrick was
pleading as his father did this and then in moments Michael left his son
there in the middle of the cell as he sat on a metal chair in the corner to
watch what was about to happen.
   Richard stood up off his cot and towered over young Patrick.  He was in
his late 40's and had a goatee with extra facial stubble on his face.  His
head was bald and he was in a white prison jumpsuit.  He then proceeded to
unzip and pull the jumpsuit off his body and step out of it.  Patrick
backed up into where the door was and hoped that this was some sort of bad
dream.  Why did his father do this??  What was going to happen?
   Richard, now naked walked over to Patrick and knealt down.  He stared at
the boy in the darkness and was in amazement at what he was now able to do
and through privilege by the warden!  He grinned in an evil way at the boy
and then his face became serious.  He began ripping the boy's clothes from
his body until he was down to his white briefs.  What a sight this was to
Richard and his cock became very stiff.  Patrick was whimpering and
screaming into the pillowcase that was gagging him.
   Richard then grabbed the boy and pinned him onto his stomach and ripped
down the boy's briefs.  Patrick was crying and squirming as he felt Richard
now hovering hover him.  He heard Richard spit into his hand and then felt
the man's large hand rubbing saliva onto his young virgin asshole.  Patrick
had no idea what was going to happen next.
   Michael sat in the corner and was now stroking his cock that he pulled
out from his trousers.  He was loving every minute of what he was watching.
   Richard positioned his cock on Patrick's puckered young little shithole
and began to press his cock against it.  Patrick was horrified as he felt
this strange and scary man's cock pushing at his young sphincter and then
it got worse.  He felt Patrick's cock being forced in...ripping his rectum
open causing it to bleed and Patrick was now screaming loudly into the gag.
The screams and resistance were enticing to Richard who held the boy down
and began to put his weight down on young Patrick.  His cock was slowly
entering into the boy's virgin asshole, little by little.  "You might as
well not cry boy, you're going to take it either way." Richard enjoyed
telling the boy that.  He was really a sick man and was loving the feeling
of his spit and the boy's blood lubing his cock as he forced it further and
further up Patrick's asshole.  After several minutes, his cock was most of
the way in Patrick, who was seeing stars and felt sick.
   Richard began pumping his cock forcefully into the boy's asshole with
violent thrusts.  He was having a hard time keeping it in because Patrick's
ass was so tight but he pushed his weight down onto the boy even more and
raped Patrick's torn hole.  Richard began to breathe heavy and began making
even more violent thrusts, violating Patrick repeatedly until finally he
couldn't hold back any longer and he held his cock deep in the boy's ass
and emptied his hot thick cum into Patrick's bowels.  He held himself there
as Patrick lay there still and stunned at what had happened.  He was
feeling dazed at this point and weak.
   Michael then stood up and knealt before his son with his cock in his
hand and he held his son's head up so he could shoot a hot wad of jizz
right into his son's pale face.  He groaned and his body was jerking as he
drained his balls all over the face of his young violated son.  After he
put his cock back into his trousers and zipped up, he picked up his son and
said nothing to Richard, who was feeling wiped now and he carried his son
out of the cell, then out of the prison and put him into the car.  He took
his son home, where he would take the boy into his bed and removed the gag.
Patrick was so out of it that he fell asleep fast.  Michael lay there and
looked at his son.  He then smiled knowing what he had planned for his
young son in the coming months.  He still couldn't believe that his fantasy
was coming true.
   He drifted off to sleep next to his son and felt relief.
   End of Part One 
  
Sicko Daddy Gets His Wish