Author: BlackDire
Title: Daddy's Boy
Summary: A boy recounts a childhood of anal incest.
Keywords: Mb, anal, inc, fist

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Original Date of Publication:  11/7/09
Last Modified:  11/7/09

Daddy's Boy

By BlackDire

	It's been this way for what seems like forever.  It started
first with me sucking Dad's cock when I was about six.  If I
wanted a new toy or to go somewhere special, I had to suck his
big cock and swallow his load.  He always told me what a good boy
I was and how good I was at it, so it didn't really feel wrong. 
After a while it was every night before bed, then every morning
before school as well.   It became part of our normal routine. 
Dad would come into my room in the morning and wake me up, saying
"Time for breakfast," and pull out his cock.  I would lazily suck
him while I woke the rest of the way up and then after I
swallowed his load he'd pat me on the head and lead me into the
kitchen for bacon and eggs.  At night it was pretty similar, when
he said "Time to go to bed," I knew to come up to my room where
my Dad would pull out his cock and I'd drain his balls.

	When I was eight he started fucking me.  He used lots of lube
and stretched me out each time with his fingers beforehand, but
it was still uncomfortable at best and sometimes pretty painful.
Still, I'd gotten used to being Dad's cum receptacle so I didn't
really think too much about it, and I enjoyed hearing him talk
about how wonderful my ass was and how good I was making him
feel.
Within a couple of months he was fucking me at least twice a day,
with cocksucking reserved for times when he was tired.  Sometimes
we'd be sitting around watching TV and he'd pull his cock out,
and I knew that was a signal to kneel in front of him and suck
him.  Once he blew his load I'd just go back to watching the show
like nothing had happened.

	My morning routine changed.  Dad would pull off my covers and
pull down my underwear so he could lick my ass.  If I was
sleeping on my stomach I was expected to pull my knees up and
poke my ass up in the air.  If I'd been on my back I would pull
my legs back towards my head and point my asshole up at him so he
could shove his tongue deep inside.  I learned to enjoy this and
it helped me to learn to relax my ass muscles.

	Once he was done rimming me he would squirt some lube onto my
ass and onto his cock (we kept lube on my nightstand) and would
gently slide himself in.  Once in all the way he'd give me a
minute or so to adjust before he began moving back and forth,
slowly increasing his pace.  He'd fuck me hard but was never very
rough with me, perhaps because of my age or simply because he
didn't want to wear out my hole.  Nighttime was the same thing,
except he just tell me a command like "Bend over the bed," or "On
all fours, ass in the air," and I'd get in position so he could
fill my ass up with come.  Afterward he'd always put my underwear
on for me and pat my butt gently through my briefs, just like he
used to pat my head after I sucked his cock.

	By the time I was ten the rimjobs stopped.  Dad had me wearing a
butt plug most of the time, including when I was asleep.  It
wasn't exceptionally huge, but enough to keep my ass stretched
out to roughly the width of two fingers.  In the morning he'd
come in, pull off my covers, and give a firm press on my plug to
wake me up.  My hole was kept greased up essentially 24/7 for
him, so it was just a matter of taking off my underwear and
pulling out the plug, then I was ready to be assfucked.

	From then on most mornings started with my ankles on Dad's
shoulders as he fucked me hard, his big cock pushing against my
prostate.  My attention had always been on Dad's cock since I was
little so I'd never paid much attention to my own.  As such, it
didn't really occur to me to jack myself off while I was getting
fucked.  I'd gotten so used to focusing on relaxing my ass
muscles for Dad that I started having orgasms just from prostate
stimulation.  My "special treat" if I was really good would be
for Dad to bend me over a table, spread my legs, and then shove
two fingers into my ass so he could rub my prostate until I shot
my load, which he'd usually catch into a small glass and give to
me to eat.

	Just before my twelfth birthday he started steadily increasing
the size of the plugs I was forced to wear, and sometimes I had
trouble sleeping at night because I felt so full.  I felt like I
had to shit all the time, making it hard to tell when it was real
or when it was just the plug.  I had to start setting my watch
alarm to remind me to go to the bathroom, take out my plug, and
see if anything needed to come out.  Dad showed me why he was
doing this on the day I turned 12 by fisting me.  He had me naked
on all fours on the bed, took out my plug, and started working
more and more fingers into me.  It took almost an hour for him to
work his full hand into me, and that probably wouldn't have been
possible even with my extremely stretched out asshole if it
weren't for the fact that small hands run in our family.  As soon
as my sphincter passed over his knuckles and wrapped around his
wrist I felt more full than I ever had in my life, and the
resulting pressure forced me to void my bladder.

	He was very patient with his fisting efforts, and it soon became
easy for him to slap some extra lube on my asshole and have his
hand inside me within a couple of minutes without any other
warm-up.  Most of my time TV-watching or doing other similar
activities was soon done on all fours with Dad's hand up my ass,
either twisting or sliding slowly back and forth.

	He still fucked me at morning and night, as well as whenever
else the mood took him, but now my backdoor was so loose that I
couldn't feel it as much, and I had gotten so used to my butt
being molested anytime I wasn't asleep or at school that I
basically stopped paying attention to it.  It was totally normal
to me that if I was home I would have Dad's hand or his prick up
my ass.  My mornings still started with my ankles on Dad's
shoulders, but now he was slam-fucking my loose hole while I lay
there half asleep. I actually feel asleep during an assfucking on
multiple occasions.

	My only worry now is what will happen when my ass gets so big
that I can't make Dad cum anymore.  I'm hoping to get his arm in
up to the elbow by the summer.

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