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Everything had been planned out perfectly. Today was the big day for his son and for the boy's father. The boy just didn't really know how impactful this day would be.
Tim saw his son, Kyle, come in through the front door. His moppy black hair flowing from the wind coming through the door.
"Surprise!" Tim was situated in the hallway alone surrounded by birthday decorations and holding a big cake. With bright blue frosting and pink accents around the sides. On the top there were 11 candles around the words "happy birthday!" The i's dot was a little pink rosebud. A seemingly out of place touch.
"Happy birthday son!" The dad let out as he watched his son's shocked face at the situation.
"Come on to the kitchen, to blow out these candles and have some cake!"
“Thanks, dad!” Kyle replied with a big grin on his face as he shut the door. He set his backpack by the door as always, before following his dad into the kitchen.
Kyle had just finished school, and the now 11-year-old was looking forward to see what his dad had got him for his birthday. He had a lot to look forward to as it was a Friday, and he would have the whole weekend to celebrate with his dad.
Making his way to the kitchen counter, he plopped onto a highchair while dad approached with the cake.
“What flavor is it?” he asked as dad set the cake on the counter.
"Chocolate with cherry filling with birthday cake and rose flavored frosting! You will love it! Go ahead and blow the candles out!" Dad responded.
Tim watched his son's wide eyes stare at the cake, his small tongue licked his lips salivating for the cake. Those rosy lips smacking as Kyle thought of a wish. Deeper desires started to creep into Tim's mind, he was so close to the end of his ten-year long plan. Soon he would be able to indulge in his reward.
With a deep breath Kyle blew out the candles on his cake. He didn’t notice his dad’s lingering gaze at him as he grabbed a knife, cutting himself a small slice.
“This looks great! Thanks so much dad!” Kyle said with joyful glee as he placed the first piece on his plate. Digging in, he looked up and noticed his dad wasn’t eating, but rather watching him eat his cake.
“Everything good dad? You didn’t get a piece.” He said with his mouth half full.
Tim patted Kyle's hair.
"Oh, don't worry son, I will get to enjoy some cake soon enough" He watched his boy devour the cake each bite. He could see the fog start to slowly creep into his son's mind. He watched Kyle slow down more and more. He saw his son look up with a confused sleepy look and softly grabbed his boy.
For Kyle the next few moments were a blur, but for Tim everything was a methodical planned out procedure. He carried the small boy in his arms to his bedroom. In an almost ceremonial fashion, he took off his boy's clothes, while sliding his hands over the boy's soft skin. He left the boy in just his underwear. Tight little white briefs, with blue lining.
He delicately proceeded to lock the boy's arms and legs into devices he already had spread out on the bed. Two cuffs were strapped to Kyle’s wrists which were each connected to chains that went to each top corner of the bed. Kneeling onto the mattress, he then grabbed both boy’s ankles and pulled them straight out to the bottom of the bed. He strapped two more cuffs, one for each ankle, and then attached the cuffs to a small metal rod. Each ankle was attached to one end of the pole. To ensure that Kyle’s feet would stay there, Tim then brought out small, wired cables from the bottom corners and clipped them to the metal pole. The cables were already taut with resistance, and Tim smiled as he knew they would easily hold his boy’s lower body down.
Then he sat back on a chair in his room and just watched the boy fall in and out of consciousness until the birthday cake's special ingredients started to wear off.
Eventually, his boy began to wake up. Slowly coming to his senses, Kyle woke and tried to rub his eyes, only to find that they were stuck out to his sides. “W-what’s going on?” He asked in a drowsy state.
"Oh, hello there sleepyhead. How is my baby boy?" Tim asked in a soft caring tone as he stood up.
"You really tired yourself out on that cake. Must have thought you were a big boy trying to eat all that. Don't worry, dad is here for you."
Tim walked closer, setting down a small pink box with a bright blue bow on the nightstand. He began to admire his work, his son lightly spread out and restrained on the bed.
Everything was going as planned, the years of setting the stage all paying off.
As he walked closer, Kyle could see that his father was naked, Tim fully revealing himself to the boy for the first time. His muscular lightly hairy chest reflecting the light of a masculine paragon towering over the small smooth boy laying below him.
As the fog of confusion cleared Kyle’s head, he began to look around and realized his predicament. He looked to what was holding his hands back to find cuffs around his wrists with some slack to the cables connected to the top corners of the bed.
“I’m okay dad… why am I stuck to the bed?” Kyle questioned.
He tugged both his hands toward him a bit, and the cables seemed to pull towards him, until a click activated in the cables. Suddenly, the cables pulled back sharply against his wrists, tugging him back towards the top of the bed.
Confused, Kyle tried to pull his hands toward him again, only to find that the slack in the cables had lessened. Once again, a click sounded in the cables as they overpowered the boy’s strength and ratcheted his hands closer to the top of the bed once more.
“W-what’s happening with these things Dad?! Did you put these on me?” Kyle asked with bewilderment. Not knowing the cable’s true designs yet, Kyle thrashed his hands in frustration.
click
Kyle gasped as his hands were brought back even more, but it was seeing his dad that shocked him. Trailing his eyes over his muscular body and tall form, Kyle’s breath stuttered as he saw his father’s semi erect cock in the low light of the room.
“Why are you naked dad?” Kyle asked in shock. He continued to subtly shift his body around, trying to free himself of his restraints as he continued to shoot glances at his father’s dangling manhood.
"Ohh, be careful of pulling too much. You wouldn't want to spoil all the fun early. The more you pull your arms and legs… the more it pulls you... and more it spreads you open for me."
Tim looked down with a loving yet teasing smile. He was observing his boy's confusion and shock. "We are going to do some very special things together. Firstly, it is important you finally see the full body of a real man... To see your father and how different we are." Tim spoke as he walked over and patted his son's head lovingly. His large growing cock now inches from the boy's face.
He wanted the boy to see his father's cock, the cock that made him. While he knew Kyle knew nothing of sex, a fact Tim made sure of, he planned to keep his boy's thoughts pure. To learn to desire what he was made for; that which was now standing in front of him. Tim then started to rub his hand along the boy's face and down his chest.
Kyle stared wide eyed at his dad’s cock as it swelled up. It started with a small twitch, and slowly began to pump itself full of blood as it rose… and rose… toward his face. The boy was shocked to see how much bigger his dad was than him, and he continued to gaze in nervous wonder as his dad’s cock grew to full size in front of him.
“It’s so big dad…” Kyle muttered as he leaned his head away from his dad’s pulsing erection.
Before he could think any further, Kyle’s breathing hitched as his father began rubbing his hand along his face, then moving it down to his smooth tan chest. He hadn’t been touched like this before, and the sensation was leaving a funny tingling feeling in him. He tried to back away his body, only to unintentionally shift his feet apart.
CLICK
Kyle quickly glanced down to see that the pole barely separating his feet had spread him further and locked into place. He tensed his thighs and tried to push his feet in to no avail, as they were stuck in that position:
“Wh-what’s going on dad? Why can’t I move them in?” Kyle stuttered.
"This is to show you something very important. No matter how much you struggle or feel scared and confused, you will always be doing exactly what daddy wants. Just like a good boy should." Tim responded.
As he spoke his fingers brushed Kyle's nipples. He heard the boy suck in air followed by another...
CLICK
"It's ok baby boy, dad is going to take care of everything. Just like he always has." While he spoke, his hands drifted lower to Kyle's stomach as it rose and fell quickly with the boy's nervousness.
"Do you see how we are different?" Tim asked Kyle, seeing what the boy noticed.
Kyle was getting scared, but another feeling was emerging as well that he had never felt before. He sucked in a big gulp of air as his dad brushed his small nipples, puckering from the air and his touch. His body shuddered and he once again moved his feet apart, the metal bar locking them in their new position. Nowhere to go but further and further apart…
“Your… penis is much larger than mine dad… why is that?” Kyle asked with curious concern. His dad’s touch was doing weird things to his body, and Kyle was unsure if he liked it or not as he felt dad’s hands trail over Kyle’s tan toned stomach, twitching as his fingertips brushed over sensitive areas. As these touches grew closer and closer to his crotch, Kyle began to feel himself growing hard down there. It had only happened a few times before and he wasn’t sure what it was.
He felt embarrassed about this feeling and squirmed under dad’s touch. “This feels funny dad!” He said as he began to pant.
"If you keep struggling son, you are going to find yourself in a very different position." While Tim spoke, he saw his boy's little dick twitch slightly in their briefs. He frowned and shook his head.
"That won't do at all." Tim said gesturing to the boy's hidden package. Darting both hands down, his calloused hands gripped tight and ripped apart his son’s underwear, Kyle letting out a startled yelp as he was finally bared nude, his boyhood flopping out against his stomach as Tim tossed the torn remnants off the bed.
"Dad's good little boy needs to stay focused on what matters." Tim knelt over his bound son and flopped his fully erect dick across Kyle's stomach. The large growing penis dwarfing the boy. One would be mistaken for not thinking they were the same organ. Tim hardly thought they were.
"I guess it is time to give you your birthday gift. I was going to wait, but I think you need it sooner than I thought."
Tim reached over and grabbed the small box he had left on the table. He pushed himself off the bed and reached down to push Kyle's legs further out.
CLICK
CLICK
"Just a couple more levels, I am sure you will take care of more later." Tim unwrapped the bright blue ribbon from the box and dropped it on the boy's quaking stomach. He slowly opened the box and pulled out a small pink device.
"Happy Birthday son!" Tim said joyfully as he displayed the device to the boy.
Kyle whimpered as he felt his dad’s strong hands press his legs further apart. He was thankful for having very good flexibility at his age, for he found it more and more difficult to keep his legs still as the bar clicked more and more, spreading his smooth thighs further out and locking them place. He couldn’t pull his feet towards him as the bar attached to his ankles was clipped to the end of the bed. He panted with anxiety as he watched dad flop his large penis on top of his own.
The head was swollen and almost purple, and it continued to grow to Kyle’s bemused horror.
His thoughts were interrupted by Tim revealing his birthday present. Kyle squinted in the low light to see a small pink device.
“What’s that?” he asked as he leaned forward, proving a costly error.
CLICK
The cuffs retracted further up into the bed due to Kyle pulling his hands forward. The boy grunted as he was now almost being pulled apart, his slack disappearing inch by inch to his father’s delight.
As Kyle's restraints clicked again from his own actions Tim felt another small moment of joy. Knowing that his son was unknowingly preparing himself for his father was like an act of providence.
"This..." Tim said as he separated the device into two parts. "... Is to make sure you will stay my good boy forever." As Tim spoke, he looked down at his still growing erection next to the soft untouched cock of his son. The contrast was extreme.
"You see here, this little, delicate, trembling, and soft thing between your legs." Tim cupped his hand around the boy's nervous boyhood, careful to not excite it as he pulled the pink ring around it and his tightly nestled balls.
"It is a distraction. It isn't for you. What matters is this..." Tim looked from his son's eyes to his own dick. The pulsing veins and long shaft against the supple skin of his son. His shaft looked like it would crush the boy's small budding nub if it rolled over. "This is my dick, it made you. And you my son... were made for it." As he continued, he took the other part of the device and slid it over the boy's shaft.
With a light click from the device, Tim smiled widely as it locked away the boy's very possibility of masculinity and of manhood in the small chastity cage.
“Wait, n-no!” Kyle yelled, now in full panic as he saw his dad putting things along his penis.
Kyle thrashed, but then stopped abruptly as he realized he might spread himself wider, and worried he should be.
CLICK
Both hand and wrist cuffs restrained him further. Pulled up by cables along the handcuffs and spread wider by the bar. He panted and whined as he realized he was getting closer to complete restraint, with nowhere to move.
“P-please take it off dad!” He begged as his now locked cage flopped against his smooth abs. It jumped but would not harden further as his little boyhood began to strain and press against the cage in sudden arousal.
"Shh it's okay little guy. This is what you need." Tim said as he rubbed his boy's flat toned stomach, calming the boy. "You will never have to worry about it again. It will never bother you my baby boy." Tim leaned down and kissed Kyle on the forehead.
The boy's thrashing had forced his body to spread a little more. His son looked so delicious laying out for Tim. It took all his energy to not rush past his ceremony. Almost done though... Kyle has almost made himself ready.
"Don't be sad... shh shh... I haven't even taken anything from you. This will make sure you are always my pure boy." Tim not only wanted this but needed it for Kyle. Never to experience a true erection, never understand or know what the full power of a man's orgasm feels like until Tim deemed him ready. Kyle would learn that his true pleasure came from elsewhere and could only be unlocked by his loving father.
With that Tim reached for a draw next to the bed and held out two items.
"This you do get to pick. Either learn obedience or pleasure, or maybe both." Tim held a black ball attached to leather straps, a ball gag, and in one hand. In the other, a small brown bottle with a liquid inside.
“N-neither! Let me go!” Kyle cried as he grunted and thrashed, being careful to avoid moving his limbs this time.
He unknowingly gave his dad the chance to pick for him. Something Kyle will regret later. “Let’s forget this happened dad, please?” Kyle begged weakly. Trying to make his dad change his mind about whatever… these feelings were.
Tim looked at Kyle with a look of quiet contemplation, then glee.
"Are you saying dad should pick for you? Such a good boy! You should always let your father choose for you. Dad knows best."
With that Tim set down the ball gag, in truth he wanted to hear his son's reactions to what was to come. He needed to hear and feel everything the boy had to offer. He would harvest everything from his boy.
"Now I think you need just a little more support to give daddy the best presentation."
Tim collected a wedge that locked underneath Kyle propping up his butt and legs, but also held his torso still. A thin belt clipped around to his front, holding the wedge to Kyle’s waist. Tim then let two loose straps trail from each side of the wedge to the edge of the bed. Kyle could only watched in a daze as his father tightened each strap down, keeping the wedge pinned under him nice and tight.
"Now when you are all ready, this will help."
CLICK
Tim pushed Kyle's legs out another level, the metal pole extending once more and locking in tight. He still held the bottle in his hand, ready to use it at the right moment on his son.
Kyle looked down in surprise as dad wedged something under his hips, raising him up slightly off the bed. It served to stretch him out slightly, as he could no longer properly lift his butt any higher cause of the awkward angle. Since his hands and feet were clasped so close to each corner of the bed, his body curved out like an arch. The new position showed off his slim yet fit body. Small abs tensed along his olive skin, and his boyhood barely twitched within its trapped cage.
Kyle gasped as dad once again pushed his legs further out. His chest heaved in panting breaths as he tried to calm himself. In the new awkward position, this made his hands inevitable to move.
CLICK
“N-no! Wait dad!” Kyle squealed as his hands retracted further up into the corners. He was getting closer and closer to being spread wide open for his dad and decided to remain still while he saw his dad pick the small bottle of liquid for him.
“What… what are you gonna do with that dad?”
Tim took great care to not look down below Kyle, he wanted to see his son's gift to him after he had fully presented himself. He just wanted the boy to get the last few required levels of restraint on his own. He squeezed the bottle in his hand.
"This should help nicely." He said to himself as he leaned his larger tanned body over the small lean form of his boy.
"This will help you... Help you feel... Better" he husked out. Tim knew better wasn't quite the right word, but he wanted Kyle's mind to fold to his will. To have his son's mind simply receive and react.
With that, Tim opened the bottle and placed it under his son's nose.
Kyle inhaled right as dad placed it under his nose. His senses were immediately overwhelmed. With a quick sniff, his nose tingled, and it sent waves toward his brain. Kyle tried to blink out a sort of hazy calm that covered his vision, only for him to realize he couldn’t.
“Nnngh, what did you do? What was in that thing dad?” Kyle asked as he twisted his head away from the small bottle. He then attempted to wipe a hand across his nose…
CLICK
“Nononono…” Kyle whimpered as he was pulled tighter once more… “dad please, I don’t know what you’re doing but we should stop. Let’s just go to bed.” He begged weakly.
Tim watched as Kyle's head spun with the sensation from the bottle. His little buddy grappling with just one of the new sensations he would experience today. "Just one more level..." Tim thought to himself. Then Kyle will have fully spread himself open for his dad.
"It's ok Kyle, just sink into it. Fall into the feeling and let your father take you."
With that Tim had Kyle take yet another whiff of the bottle. Then he leaned back and watched, waiting for his own son to fully reveal his most precious place to his father.
“Ah… dad no… please…” Kyle whispered as his head began to feel fuzzy after another whiff. It’s like his senses were being assaulted with a warm tingling sensation. His breathing began to pick up, chest heaving up and down as sweat began to lightly form along his bound body. His small abs flexed and tensed, along with his quads and biceps as he tried to remain still.
Suddenly, it was as if sniffing the bottle robbed his common sense for a reason. With a weak cry, Kyle thrashed his smooth body once more.
CLICK
CLICK
Kyle grunted and whined, as his legs were now getting close to the edge of the bed. His hands were nearly locked up at the top corners. He opened his mouth in a silent scream and continued fighting, but that only tightened his bondage ever more to his dad’s great pleasure.
Seeing the next two clicks spreading open Kyle had Tim exhaling as he released his anticipation.
He looked down and was greeted with a vision of absolute beauty. Kyle had spread his own legs, mostly Kyle anyway, and between his perfectly sculpted peachy olive ass was the perfect little rosebud. The virgin, unblemished, and pristine hole made by Tim just for him. His heart was racing seeing the boy's clouded expression. Kyle's tight strained body flexing and spread open. His little nub locked away. While just below, the perfect quivering hole so tiny and precious, waiting to be introduced to its creator.
Tim let the moment sink in a little longer. The boy's very purpose for being finally exposed to his father was almost overwhelming.
"You are so beautiful my baby boy. This is why I made you. This is what you are for." Tim said in a loving voice.
"Now I am going to show you a whole new world pleasure, a pleasure only a father can bring his son."
With that Tim leaned down, bringing his mouth to the puckering hole. It was time for Tim to begin reaping his reward. He delicately kissed the nervous bud and then began to kiss, lick, and poke his tongue at the impossibly tight hole.
“What pleasure?” Kyle breathed out as his slim pre-teen body continued flexing under their bonds. The restraints were relentless, still slowly clicking little by little as his taut body spread even wider. His thighs stretched tight now, but he was unable to close them as he watched with wide eyes as his dad leaned down to his smooth hole, raised up high by the wedge underneath his waist.
“Ah! Oh my god!” Kyle cried out as his hole quivered under his dad’s wet assault. He twisted his ankles inward and attempted to close his legs, but it was useless. Kyle realized in horror that his struggling had led to this. His dad had let him struggle into this position, and now he was tied down tight for his dad’s pleasure.
“Ugh! That feels, nnngh, weird dad!” Kyle groaned out as his abs tensed raising his stomach barely an inch off the wedge before falling back down, the bonds making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.
Tim was like a feral beast, pouncing on his boy’s hole. He circled Kyle’s hole with his tongue, gliding the wet muscle around the wrinkled rim in fast circular motions. He’d then narrow the tip of his tongue, using the tightened muscle to push into Kyle’s entrance a tiny bit. Kyle’s body shuddered in response, the boy’s whining pitching up as Tim then latched his mouth around Kyle’s entire virgin rosebud. He sucked hard, hearing Kyle let out an involuntary moan as his hole slowly opened, letting itself be exposed to his dad’s arousing touch. Tim backed off after a few seconds of the intense suction, flicking his tongue out in a rapid motion as it flickered across his son’s smooth pucker.
Kyle had no response except squeaks and groans, his hole fluttering as it winked open and shut under his dad’s ministrations.
The boy’s squirming only added to Tim's own pleasure. Every time the boy squirmed on his tongue, the tight hole squeezed and puckered on the appendage. Tim lapped up the sweet flavor of Kyle's body. He looked up past the pink caged boyhood and watched his son's face as the boy experienced a whole new world. He knew the poppers were magnifying every sensation Tim forced upon Kyle, that is what he wanted. Kyle's mind needed to completely sink into the pleasure of his father.
Tim continued to eat Kyle out for a few more minutes, but he eventually gave in to his more carnal instincts.
He lifted himself and started to rub his throbbing hard dick over the wet hole of his son. His dick sliding up tapping the tiny cage. He bared all eight inches to Kyle, letting himself bask in the glory of the moment.
"Here son, you’ll need this." He forced another hit of poppers into the tightly restrained boy. He grabbed a bottle of lube from next to the bed and poured a healthy amount in his hand. He lubed up his cock and twirled his figures on Kyle’s virgin hole to make it more elastic.
"We are going to do something very special now Kyle. Dad is going to give you a very special gift and you are going to fulfill your purpose."
Kyle couldn’t stop squirming, and yet he could also barely move. The feel of dad’s tongue against his smooth winking hole had his body heaving up and down on the wedge. His muscles were stretched and pulled taut in each limb as he fought these sensations, but his body was enjoying them. His little cock began to swell, only to be stopped by the cage. Kyle groaned in anguish at this feeling, as his boyhood angrily pulsed against the pink cage. There was nowhere for him to go.
Kyle gasped as he looked down and saw his dad rubbing his much larger shaft over his caged one. The head was nearly purple and was leaking precum that the boy had yet to know about. With another hit of poppers, Kyle gasped as his body relaxed slightly, his hole opening even more. His breathing hitched as he felt his dad twirl his slippery fingers around his pulsing hole, almost like it was begging for something to enter.
“What special gift are you talking about dad? Why is your… thing so big?” Kyle questioned weakly as his tired body strained and flexed in their bonds.
Tim smiled at Kyle's questions.
"Oh, baby boy. It is the most special gift. Something a father can only give to his son." Tim said lovingly seeing the boy get ever closer to achieving his purpose. Tim then proceeded to answer Kyle’s second question.
"This my boy..." Gesturing at his raging hard dick, as it drips with desire and need. "This is my dick... it’s so big and hard because it wants to be inside you. It wants to make you feel special and good. You..." He pointed at the pink cage. "Just have this to keep you contained for now. It is a distraction from where you are meant to feel good."
At the last sentence Tim increased his teasing of the boy's nervous hole.
"You see… your father made you from his dick, and now I am going to use it to make you feel good. Make you mine forever. All you need is Dad inside you to get the most special feeling."
Tim leaned back, positioning his dick at Kyle's hole. Feeling the tip kiss the hole as it kissed back. The two of them were about to join in a union Kyle was destined for. Tim was about to finally enter his own boy; it would be difficult for Kyle at first, but he needed to accept his father's love to be a good boy.
Kyle squirmed during his father’s monologue, his hole winking open and closed in sweet desire while trying to fight these feelings. Sweat beaded down his face, his stare almost blank as the poppers relaxed and opened him up. He was woken from his stare by the feeling of dad’s cock touching his open hole. He clenched his cheeks in shock, and Kyle gasped as he realized what was about to happen.
“NO! Don’t put your… dick in me! It’s gonna hurt! PLEASE DAD!” Kyle begged. He started thrashing like a wild animal, straining to free himself.
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Kyle cried out in anguish as the bonds grew wider and tighter. He whimpered as his body was pulled apart, opening his smooth tan thighs so wide it gave his dad full access.
He was now fully stuck and could barely move his limbs anymore. It was like he was on a torture rack, except this would have a much better ending for the desperate boy. His dad had planned his captivity from the start, and Kyle had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Tim's dick jumped with excitement as his son thrashed. Kyle further restrained himself, his tight little body spread open for Tim. The youthful offering stretched before him. One last time he had Kyle breathe in the poppers.
"There you go, just be dad’s little hole. Let everything else melt away. Everything else is restrained and pushed away. You are so beautiful to your dad." He couldn't wait anymore, his dick ached to enter his son. To deflower his precious boy, to emasculate and take away his man card. Kyle's whole life led to this moment.
Tim looked directly into his son's eyes as he pressed the head of his aching cock into Kyle.
"Daddy loves you."
“D-dad I…” whatever Kyle was going to reply with was cutoff as he felt his dad’s head press… and breach into his tight hole.
“OH! OH GOD DAD!” Kyle cried as he tried to wriggle away, but he had ended up restraining himself so tight there was no slack left to move. He could only raise his hips up and down a tiny bit as his hole shut tight around the tip of his father’s penis. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and anticipated pain, but with the poppers he felt nothing but the slight pressure of his dad entering him. He grunted as his dad sank another inch into him.
His smooth hairless hole clenched tight once more, molding its anal sphincter muscles around the tip and beginning of Tim’s shaft. Kyle released a held breath as he sank back onto the wedge, allowing his hole to open just a bit more for his dad.
Tim watched Kyle's face tense and release as he felt the velvety warm embrace of his son.
"That's a good boy, just open up for dad. This is what you are for son... This is how you are supposed to feel... Ugh...'"
Tim grunted as the vice grip of his son clung to his dick. The absolute mind-bending pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming. Every inch he felt more and more of the paradise that existed inside his little boy. He looked down briefly. Not even half his shaft was all the way in. His wide dick stretching his boy's hole so wide, a stark contrast to the locked straining cage.
Tim reveled in the knowledge that his son would get to experience the same pleasure as his father, the boy would learn a different pleasure and be blissfully ignorant of what Tim had taken away from him.
"Ugh... Yes Kyle, you feel perfect..."
Tim slid deeper looking back to his son's face.
"How does it feel baby? This is why I made you. You are going to make Daddy feel so good... Ugh... my precious little hole. All mine."
He stopped talking, breath too shaky for him to focus properly anymore. Tim slid deeper into the deflowered depths of his son, the bed creaking as the studly father began to glide ever so deeper into his boy.
“Ungh! No! Take it our dad!” Kyle begged weakly as he watched in shock as his dad’s thick shaft sink deeper. He shut his eyes and twisted his head away, trying to fight this feeling of fullness. His body, however, had other thoughts.
When his dad encountered his prostate, Kyle jolted like he was shocked. His hole clenched in delight, and his caged cock twitched beneath the metal. His body was continuing to pulse around his dad’s hungry shaft as it glided deeper… and deeper.
“Ahhhh…” Kyle’s little breathy gasp trailed off as his dad sank even further in his ass. His body ached for more and moved instinctively…
CLICK
The boy was stretched even further…
Tim felt Kyle's hole start to delight in the newly discovered sensations of the boy's prostate. The clenching hole felt so perfect and tight. Then Tim heard the click of the restraints, Kyle's hole was taking over. Kyle's body craved what it was created for and created by.
"Fuck yes... Good boy. You feel so good..."
Tim fed more of his dick into the impossibly small hole. Finally, he felt his heavy balls press up against the stretched-out orbs of his boy's ass.
He took a moment to relish the feeling. His own son's hole gripped and spasmed on the base of his dick as he felt the tight inviting warm depths on the head of his dick. The moment felt so right, Kyle was discovering what he was for. Tim was exactly where he needed to be. The two were intertwined with each other in the most intimate way possible. Tim was overwhelmed seeing his son's small body struggle to hold all his father's throbbing dick. Kyle breathed heavily and struggled to understand the new sensations.
"Such a pretty boy, you took all of me inside you." Tim leaned down kissing his son's face and feeling the boy's stretched out body from the restraints.
"That new special feeling deep inside... Only dad can give you that feeling baby."
Kyle rolled his head from side to side, letting our little mewls of frustration and arousal as the thick shaft somehow sank deeper.
Finally, he felt the end of his dad’s cock as he felt his dad’s sack rest against his spread cheeks. Kyle’s body tensed once more, locking his dad in place like it didn’t want to let go. Kyle was lost in these new sensations as he felt dad’s cock THROB in his tight hole. He opened his eyes to see his dad planting kisses on his face, his big muscular form looming over him as he was being bred.
“I… I can’t move dad. It’s too tight, can you please loosen the things?” Kyle pleaded, hoping his dad would listen and loosen whatever these things that kept him spread were. Unfortunately for the boy, his father was far from done, and Kyle’s bound form is exactly what Tim wanted.
"It's ok Kyle... Ugh..." As Tim spoke Kyle squeezed on his dick again, sending waves of pleasure through Tim's dick. "You need to be like this, you need to just be a hole for dad right now. Don't worry about the rest... Ugh... Just let go..." Tim forced another hit of poppers on Kyle.
"Dad’s gonna start to move in and out now. This is going to feel really good for us, you just need to open up for dad."
Tim started to pull his shaft back, he could feel Kyle's hole gripping tightly as if not wanting to let go of his father's dick. Then he slowly moved back in. He began slowly, softly fucking his son. Letting his perfect little hole get used to the feeling as he angled to hit the boy's prostate. It was important to Tim that Kyle come to the realization that his body was made for his father's dick and that all his pleasure came from dad. He thrust again.
"Fuck..."
“Nnngh! Oh my god!” Kyle panted out as he felt his dad slide his thick shaft out, only to sink back in. His body soared in ecstasy as the tip of his father’s penis would brush and press past his prostate with every slow thrust. Each pass would make his whole clench and his body seize, his little toned body flexing in pleasure.
The poppers clouded his senses, as Kyle began to let out moans with every thrust. His caged boyhood was purple, pressing hard against its imprisonment, begging for release to no avail. Sweat poured over his body as his father continued his slow deep thrusts. The cables and pole of the spreader bar creaked, almost like they were waiting for the boy to struggle once more so they could do their duty and spread even wider for his father.
CLICK
Kyle’s body was now locked in place, the cuffs on his wrist having fully retracted into the top of the bed. He now had no wiggle room except for his feet, which he internally groaned knowing if he moved, he would be practically doing the splits for his dad. The bar was locked right between each ankle, and it had plenty of metal to extend itself still…
Tim felt Kyle's body lock into an even tighter position as he slowly fucked his son. The extra stretch of Kyle's legs made it very easy for Tim to look down and see the beauty of their act. His son's smooth tiny pink hole was stretched like a rubber band as he watched his shaft slide in and out; the boy's hole gripping tightly trying to not let the cock out of its delicious depths.
"How does it feel baby? Knowing the cock that made you is now deep inside you, using your precious little hole. I have wanted to be inside you for so long! To love you, how only a father can." Tim carried on, his mind in a swirling haze of ecstasy as he continued to pleasure the small boy beneath him.
“Ahhh, dad please! N-no…” Kyle’s pleas trailed off into an unconscious moan as his dad’s cock continued to open him up and press into his prostate. His thighs clenched in struggle, wriggling his slim torso back and forth as he tried to fight the feelings his dad was forcing on him. The cuffs around his ankles clinked against the metal bar as he tried to pull his feet in to no avail.
Abs and gluts flexed in waves as Kyle strained to be free. No matter how hard he tried though, he was locked tight for his dad. The only other direction he could move was out…
CLICK
“NO!” Kyle gasped as he felt his feet move with the bar as it spread him even wider. He had given his dad more access, and pleasure in that matter. Sweat dripped down his face as he threw his head back, opening his mouth in a silent moan as his father continued defiling him. His boyhood remained cage, twitching for freedom with every glide of his dad’s cock against his prostate.
Tim heard the CLICK as his son spread himself open even more.
"Yes, that's it... open up all the way for dad. Just let me make you feel good."
Tim saw the strained look on his son's face and leaned down to kiss the boy again. From above, one could only see Kyle's outstretched limbs. His tiny body hidden beneath the sweaty muscular body of his father.
He could see Kyle's little cage flopping and straining. The boy’s cock desperately attempted to escape. It wouldn’t be free anytime soon. When Tim got Kyle to cum on his father's dick, Kyle would forever believe that pleasure came from the beautiful act his father now forced upon him. Whatever erotic dreams the boy had in the future would be replaced by more sensual images once his father flooded him with the very cum that made him.
“Nnngh… hahhhhh… ahhh…” Kyle stared blankly up at the ceiling, pants and moans escaping him as his dad’s-built body loomed over him. He shuddered as Tim planted kisses along his face, adding some suction as he nibbled on Kyle’s bottom lip as he continued assaulting his youthful figure. Kyle’s moans turned to half squeals as his father slowed his thrusts, and instead plowed hard and deep with each undulation. The boy could do nothing but flex his tight little body, neck straining as he whipped his head back on the bed at this new sensation.
As his dad gradually slowed and thrust deeper, Kyle felt something build in his stomach. It traveled down into the tip of his penis, and he found a new tingly feeling quickly getting more intense.
“UGH! DAD! It tingles! What’s happening!” Kyle cried out, unaware that he was on his way to his first ever prostate orgasm.
And he was helpless to stop it.
Hearing Kyle cry out as his body prepared to fully surrender to Tim's slow deep fuck made him ignite with a new fire. Knowing that every thrust, every time he took pleasure from the velvety depths of his son, the boy had a beautiful new feeling thrust upon him.
"Yes Kyle, that's how you are supposed to feel. Good boy!" Tim said as he thrust deeper into his son. "Surrender to that feeling, let dad make you feel good, let your father take away everything, just be dad’s perfect son." Tim refocused the head of his dick to pound directly at Kyle's prostate. Each thrust sent lightning through both figures. Tim watched Kyle's face go blank as the feeling of his first orgasm started to take over. His own baby boy, wrapped around his cock, was about to lose his full virginity. Just as Tim wanted.
“Dad… dad… DAD!” Kyle roared out as his body succumbed to his dad’s thrusts and his first ever orgasm was rammed through his body. Fingers and toes curled in their bindings as Kyle’s whole body clenched tight. His tight hole seized and compressed tight around his father’s cock in a vice grip. His arms and legs showed off their little muscles as they strained to break free. Kyle’s body went into overdrive and continued loosening and clenching hard with every pulse of his orgasm. His head whipped side to side as he cried out at the overwhelming feelings hitting his body all at once.
“Aahhhh! Nnuuuugh!” He yelled in pleasure and frustration as his father continued to force the orgasm out of his tight body. He gave up all sense of control and thrashed his body like a wild animal. The spreader bar opened Kyle wider than he had ever stretched. Metal clicks echoed in the room as the bar slowly yet quickly opened Kyle wider during his orgasm.
“Dad! Stop!” Kyle cried as the sensitivity was driving him crazy, his little cock pulsing wildly in the cage.
Through Kyle's entire orgasm Tim entered a physical and mental nirvana. Kyle's screams were like heavenly music. The boy's body stretching itself to the limit with the spreader bars as if the boy's hungry hole needed every possible millimeter of his father's cock deep inside. And the spasms... Oh the spasms of his son's well fucked hole on his dick were everything he ever wanted. Each sudden grip on his dick over and over was an overload of sensations. Kyle's body milking his father's cock, driving to receive the reward Tim had promised.
Pin pricks of pleasure rushed through Tim, and he gripped Kyle's hips and slammed as deep as he could into the smooth deflowered pussy.
His vision almost went white as he began to cum into his son. He felt wave after wave of intense pleasure as he shot over and over into his son. The boy's hole receiving that which it was made for, the hot incestuous cum of his father. Tim's mind stayed in the euphoria of his orgasm, refusing to come back to reality. Staying connected to the pleasure of his son's flesh just a little while longer.
When he started to come down, he saw the moaning writhing boy beneath him, forever changed by his father. His son’s locked boyhood had a small amount of clear fluid released from the tip. Tim exhaled knowing he had fully pleased his own son and loved every second of it.
Kyle’s body quivered and flexed in its excited state as he felt his dad pause on his deepest thrust. The boy’s body continued to clench around the thick shaft as he felt a warm feeling spread deep in his behind. Kyle panted and moaned as his orgasm ebbed and flowed, sweat beading along every inch of his smooth body. He had never felt something so good in his life, yet he was still unfulfilled and wanted to be released.
As his orgasm began to wane, Kyle gently tugged against his bindings again, the solid metal clinking and clanking with his movements. He looked at each limb and saw for the first time since he woke up how well put together the contraptions were. There was no way he was getting out of this.
Groaning and slumping back against the bed, Kyle squirmed in discomfort at the full feeling in his behind as his dad twitched inside him. He looked up at his father and pleaded once more, not realizing his dad had much more in store for him down the road.
“Can…” he swallowed to catch his breath “can you let me out now dad? I think that was fun enough, right?” He bargained.
Tim heard Kyle's voice like a faraway echo. His head was still reeling from his orgasm. He looked at Kyle's still stuffed hole as he spoke.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet son... You aren't going anywhere for a while. We have so much more fun to have and so much work to do!" Tim rubbed the smooth toned stomach of the boy.
"We are going to make all those thoughts leave your pretty little head..." Tim leaned down and kissed his boy. Locking their lips.
“Mmm!” Kyle tried to protest dad’s statement but was muted as he felt his dad invade his lips. He whimpered and struggled, but it was no use. His eyes widened as he felt his dad’s large wet tongue invade his small mouth. He felt it slide and wrap around his own tongue as he pulled on the bonds. Tim was practically devouring his boy as the father sealed his mouth around the boy’s.
Despite the worry at his dad’s statement, a small part of his mind wanted it, and craved that tingling feeling once more. The feeling of being bred. The thoughts running through Kyle’s mind made his hole clench once more. Tim grunted in surprise as he felt his boy’s tunnel collapse around his softening shaft. He smirked against his son’s lips, pressing himself back in deeper as he felt himself harden once more.
They still had a loooong night ahead of them.