Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 15:04:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Brown <writerman99@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: PRISON DAD - PART THREE

PRISON DAD - PART THREE

By Writerman99



Friday afternoon, five-a-side football in the concrete yard. Barbed wire
topped walls rising high on two sides, the prison buildings on the other
two.

A week into his time and this was the first breath of fresh air for Jack
since arriving, though he would have jumped at the chance of a kickabout
wherever it was. Sure, grass and a larger space would have been better, but
this was fuckin prison after all. Be grateful for what you get.

Fast and aggressive in possession, he showed off his skills to his new
mates, scoring four times. High fives and curses echoed around. He noticed
one particular officer watching him intently at various points. So he
should, he thought: he was bloody good. Vapour trails crossed high in the
summer sky; sweat slid down his shirtless back.

His muscles were certainly aching from the first few workouts with
Sike. The big guy was using his 'free' time for weightlifting, or
something; not a big football fan it would seem ('bunch of overpaid tossers
fakin it like girls when anyone touches em...'), but Jack wasn't gonna
argue the point. No need. He liked it mostly cause he was good at it, and
that brought him respect.

The showers were very welcome on such a hot day. Only the third he'd had
all week and he fucking needed it. Rough jostling bodies and shouts in the
steam, the easy ritualised camaraderie of straight blokes.

'...Did ya see the kid move? Shit.'

'Yeah. THE shit.'

'Couldn't fuckin believe it, my foot was right on it. Right on it, I'm
tellin yer.'

'Ahh, ya fackin poof - did ya mam teach ya how ta tackle?'

'You can fuckin talk, mate. Left the zimmer behind today, did ya?'
Laughter all round. 'Coulda done with some help y'know...'

Jack laughed with everyone else, content with his performance and
appreciating the grudging admiration of the opposition. He didn't have to
boast - his own team had gloated enough on his behalf already - just the
odd cheeky grin. He felt like he was starting to belong. One of the boys.

And yet... The shameful truth always lurking at the back of his mind now:
he was suckin the meat. His dad had been horny this morning before
breakfast and pumped his face full of it. Just another daily dose of tough
love on his knees in the claustrophobic cell. He quickly shook the image
away lest he get an untimely hard on, mightily glad that showering with
other naked blokes hadn't aroused him at all. (Good reason for that Jack:
you're fuckin straight...)

Still, one of the boys, huh? Yeah. He was. Despite his youthful appearance,
he knew he had the right swagger, the gobby attitude. Years spent on the
streets intimidating people with his mates gave him a certain toughness
which was regarded as normal here. No one suspected a fuckin thing.

Sike had introduced him to a few people on the second day ('my boy Jack')
and warned him who should be avoided at all costs ('cause there are some
nutters who just don't care what I'll do to em if they fuck with
you...'). Proof of his status had arrived soon after, as some bonehead had
squared up to him in the canteen queue on the third day for seemingly no
reason whatsoever. He'd asked something without Jack realising he was being
spoken to, and got angry when Jack didn't respond.

'You fuckin deaf?'

'You what, mate?' Jack was genuinely puzzled by the interjection, but his
mind was immediately on red alert.

'Don't fuckin mate me, you cunt. I just asked if ya'd always been a
gormless twat.' The man cocked his head to one side, a cold expression on
his surly face. He was itching to spoil the lad's smooth handsome features:
what he couldn't have, no one else deserved to. The satisfaction would be
worth any reprimand.

Jack felt the adrenaline surge within at this sudden challenge from nowhere
alley. He hated losing face, but quickly assessed that the guy was fairly
chunky and likely to get the better of him in a one-on-one fight. He had
his new mate Rob with him (a black guy in his mid 20s) so they could
possibly both take him, but he wasn't sure cause he didn't know who the
bloke was with. The guy looked like some tanked up idiot on a Friday
night. Fuckin retard.

Another man standing next ahead in the queue turned at this point to see
who his mate was having a go at this time and, seeing who it was, quickly
nudged him in the ribs. He spoke urgently and quietly into the man's ear,
but loud enough for Jack to hear.

'Naww mate. Bad news. Sike's boy.'

And with those six words the man snarled, visibly disappointed, looking
warily around, before turning back to face front again without a further
word. Jack, keen to appear nonchalant, turned to Rob, who was staring
gobsmacked.

'Dunno what the fuck that was all about...' A lengthy pause.

'So you're the one sharing with Sike then?'

'Yeah, and?' Jack hadn't made a point of drawing attention to it.

'Hadn't realised.'

'Is it important?'

A short stab of laughter. 'Well mate, you're either seriously lucky or,
errr, seriously unlucky.'

'Meanin?'

'Listen, if you're in Sike's good books, you're fuckin sorted. He's da
man. No hassle.' Rob leaned forward to speak in a hushed voice, despite the
din around. 'Main dealer, y'know. And a fuckin hard-nut.'

Jack nodded as if he didn't know.

'And if I ain't lucky?'

'Don't think about it, mate. You'd know. Life wouldn't be worth
livin. Anyway, that...' he gestured at the bonehead in front '...tells me
you're lucky.'

Jack had thought over and over this episode in the days since. Clearly the
deal he'd struck was just as promised: fate had somehow landed him in this
privileged position. Every day, faced with his dad's mighty snake, the deep
connection continued to be forged in his otherwise straight mind. You're
fuckin sorted, Jack. Just gotta keep takin it like a good boy. Think how
fuckin lucky you are...

They were all piling out of the showers now and getting changed back into
dirty jeans, t-shirts and the trainers they'd used for the game. Jack was
being typically slow and was one of the last to pull his T-shirt over his
head as most of the others were escorted out. The remaining officers stood
watching.

'Ain't got all day, y'know. Come on, shift it.'

Jack picked up his shorts from where they'd fallen on the floor and found
himself face to face with a prison officer, the same one who'd been
watching him so intently in the game. A burly bloke, probably in his mid
40s, tight dark gelled hair with flecks of grey, mean squashed looking
face, neck as wide as his head. Typical doorman type... All brawn, no
brains, no doubt.

'But I want a word with you.'

'Yeah?'

'That'll be yes sir, to you, Kenton.'

Jack looked at him with barely masked disdain. Stupid cunt. What the fuck
did he want?

The officer waited until the last of the other prisoners had left, escorted
by his colleague who gave a friendly mock salute as he closed the
door. They were alone now in the steamy damp changing room. He turned back
to the lad. Handsome little fucker. Would look better squirming on the end
of his prick, though.

'Quite the little striker, ain'tcha Kenton?'

'Had some practice... Sir. Quick on my feet, y'know.'

'You should definitely be in the prison league. I'll see to it if you
like.'

'Thanks sir.'

'Now I've been hearing some er... interesting rumours about you Kenton.'

Now where was this going? A bad feeling arose in his gut, but he
endeavoured to keep his expression completely neutral.

'Such as?'

'You tell me.'

Jack's mind raced. Fuck. What did the man know? More importantly, how did
he know it?

'I'm not sure what you mean, sir.'

The officer paused. The lad had taken too long to answer... He could almost
smell the fear. Hehe. This was fuckin good sport; one of the unwritten
perks of the job. He knew he didn't really have the time to do everything
he wanted to here and now, but hey, just a bit of fun ahead of some real
action. He brought his face close to the lad's.

'I'm sure you know what I fuckin mean. You do realise it's an offence to
lie to a prison officer don't you Kenton?'

'Er... Yes sir.'

'Good. So tell me. What's the deal with Sike?'

'Sir?'

'Why's he protecting you?'

'I... I still don't know what you're getting at, sir.' The lad was staring
close range into the man's steely grey eyes, willing himself to sound
innocent.

'You fuckin liar, Kenton.' Without warning, the officer viciously punched
Jack in the stomach. Jack staggered backwards, bending over in pain. The
officer watched him impassively for a moment before stepping forward and
grabbing the lad's short hair to tilt his head upwards. He forced him to
his knees, and pushed his crotch into the young man's pain-contorted face.

'Bet you'd like a bit of this, huh? Fuckin gayboy.'

Jack felt the heat and the firm bulge pressing on his face and his mind
reeled with the sheer insanity of it. No way was this chunky fucker a
homo. No fuckin way. He resisted a sudden urge to bite through the fabric
and managed to jerk his head temporarily free of the man's sweaty grip. He
looked up at the uniformed figure, drawing ragged breaths.

'No fuckin way sir. I ain't fuckin gay... That ain't my scene.'

The officer sneered at him. 'Oh I think it fuckin is lad. I've seen your
dirty little mouth at work.'

Jack's heart sank. Oh no. The fucker knew. The shame and guilt washed
through him with sickening speed. He desperately tried to salvage some
pride.

'He fuckin made me do it. Threatened me with all sorts a shit if I didn't.'

'Didn't look like that from where I was standing.'

They both glared at each other in deathly silence. The dull stink of
accumulated sweat hung in the air. Jack was suddenly very aware of the
sound of his own breathing, felt sure the angry pulse of blood through his
veins could be heard by his tormentor. He swallowed hard, willing himself
not to say or do anything stupid.

'A word of advice: never, never, NEVER lie to an officer again, Kenton, or
you'll come to regret it. That clear?'

A slow nod.

'Stand up.'

Jack did so, the grimace on his face clear to see as his stomach muscles
tried to contract.

'Think we might continue this little discussion another day, hmmmm?'

A sullen pause. 'Yes sir.'

'Out.' The officer gestured to the door and trooped after the lad. His hard
tool was eager for action, but he knew better than to risk it here and
now. The other lot would be here any minute.

When Jack got back to the cell, Sike wasn't there. He sat carefully down on
his bed and rubbed his aching stomach, angrily wiping away a few sudden,
sharp tears. It wasn't the punch as much as the shame of being found
out. It had all been going pretty fuckin well, in a weird alternative
reality kinda way... The protection deal with his prison dad. Making some
new mates. The pool and the footie. He was almost - almost - starting not
to miss his outside life and the tedious struggle of trying to live above
his means. But now this...

He put his head in his hands and stared at the floor between his feet. What
was he gonna fuckin do now? How would his dad react if he thought anyone
knew about him gettin serviced by his young cellmate? It'd ruin
everything. He'd blame Jack for letting the cat out of the bag, for
sure. Bad times. The fastest route to seriously unlucky... On the other
hand, maybe the bent screw was bluffing when he'd said 'rumours' and hadn't
actually spoken to anyone else yet. Jack fervently hoped that was true.

After contemplating it a minute, he decided the best thing was to say
nothing at all to his dad, just sort it out himself. Give the stupid fucker
whatever it was he was after... A weird feeling in his stomach at the
prospect, quickly pushed aside... And hope that it went no further. Yeah,
that was the only sensible course of action. He took off his T-shirt and
trainers - still too fuckin hot - and lay down, fumbling inside the zip of
his jeans for some easy distraction. Immediately, he began to replay a
fantasy which had already fired him up several times these past few days...

He's standing naked in a hotel bedroom, stroking his meat, watching his dad
fuck a sexy young blonde on a double bed. Smooth pale skin, pert tits, legs
spread wide... Her youthful perfection is in stark contrast to the muscular
beast of the tattooed man shafting her. She's moaning in ecstasy as his
massive rod slides in and out of her pussy. Biceps bulging, his fuzzed,
muscular upper body is held horizontal in a press-up position over her as
his relentless groin goes to work. 'You're one fuckin sexy bitch, intcha?
You love my motherfuckin dick.' Her moans rise in pitch as the intensity
increases... So horny watching the big guy doing what comes naturally to
him... He's the fuckin man. Then his dad turns to look at him. 'You want
some of this, son?' and Jack imagines himself nodding mesmerized as he
squeezes his aching member. 'Yeah dad, just let me try it... Looks so
fuckin horny.' His dad stares at him aggressively, but it's OK cause he
knows his son
 isn't gay; knows Jack just has to submit to his authority. 'Well if you
want it, then you're gonna fuckin get it.' And he pulls out of the woman,
who moves off the bed to let Jack take her place. Jack does. He can hardly
believe what is about to happen... Fuck yeahhhh. His dick is like a rock
now. He spreads his legs up and out, exposing his virgin hole, feels his
dad's cunt-moistened weapon pressing insistently there (the first time he
imagined this, he shot his load right there and then...) 'Think you can
take it son? Take yer dad's motherfuckin dick?' The chunky frame looms over
him, raw power, rough hands pinning his body to the bed. 'Yeah, come on
dad, give it to me.' Fuck yeahhhh. 'Oh, I'm gonna fuckin give it to yer
alright.' And in it slowly slides, the thick slick manhood forcing itself
into him for the first time. So wrong and so right. Jack feels it
remorselessly filling him as his dad grunts in deep satisfaction. Hairy
groin now moving back
 and forth, stomach muscles flexin, mechanical but sensuous... Getting
fucked like that sexy bird by his straight tough-nut
dad. Getting. Fucked. So. Very. Hard. 'Yeah, it's you and me now, son. You
and me. I'm fuckin doin yer...'

Suddenly a noise broke into the young lad's horny reverie. He pushed his
raging dick firmly back inside his jeans in a hurry. Shit. But now the door
was being unlocked and the object of his dark fantasy was back. Perhaps
he'd be getting another mouthful tonight, thought the lad, mind still
swimming with lust. His dick throbbed, denied release. He pretended to be
dozing, facing the wall.

Sike was in a good mood. His session had gone well, the old knee injury
behaving itself and everything pumped out to the max. He needed the lad to
knead his shoulders and upper back again, but it could wait til later. He
cast his eyes in the boy's direction: fuck could he sleep! Seemed to spend
half the day in bed, the lazy fucker. Still, there was plenty of time to
kill... Plenty of time. He threw off his shirt and wiped himself down with
a towel, still sweating despite the shower. It was too fuckin hot.

Towelling done, he drunk a pint or so straight from the tap, wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand when done. He stood awhile next to the sink
eyeing his lad. The smoothness of his skin, lightly reddened from an hour
in the sun; the lean, muscular definition on his short frame, their
work-outs beginning to show results already; the youthful vulnerability of
him. He idly played with his thick tool through the shiny fabric of his
shorts, gently squeezing the sensitive head. He'd been vulnerable once, and
where had his fuckwit of a dad been? Down the pub most of the time, getting
smashed. Some role model. He'd tried to be a good dad himself. Really
tried. If only that bitch had played ball with his activities. Anger welled
up in him and he felt the urge to smash something.

He flung himself on to his bed and pulled out a porn mag from the pile
underneath, reaching down to his shorts once more. He stroked his swelling
meat through the thin fabric and let the familiar images set off habitual
fantasies. Yeahhh. Fuckin some tight pussy again. He couldn't wait.

Jack listened for a while to the man's heavy breathing, the stifling heat
seeming to feed his inertia. He could sense what was happening and his dick
throbbed painfully in his jeans. When he could stand the tension no more,
he rolled on to his back and faked a yawn, stretching his arms out above
him. Sike looked up with a sly grin. Good timing, kid.

'Rise and fuckin shine, son. There's work for you over here.'

Jack raised himself up on his elbows to look at the shaven-headed tough guy
waiting for him. His mouth hung stupidly open. Once more, the undercurrent
of danger sent his mind spinning; fear and awe slowing time to a crawl. You
really want him to do you, Jack? You must be out of your fuckin mind... A
jolt of queasy excitement shot through the youth as the aftershock of his
hastily abandoned wank-fantasy imprinted itself on to the raw terrifying
reality.

'Come on kiddo, don't keep yer dad waitin. Got another fuckin load for
yer.'

His dad was grinning evilly, magazine in one hand propped up on one raised
chunky thigh, right hand lazily caressing the long shape outlined in his
exercise shorts. Duty called. Second time today. It's goin in your mouth
again, Jack. He was in no position to resist... He got up, a twinge of
discomfort from where he'd been punched in the gut, crossed over the cell
and knelt down by the bed, placing one arm on his dad's hairy outstretched
leg and leaning forward to moisten the fabric over and around the man's big
prick. The size of it thrilled him anew and he softly chewed at it through
the fabric. Dog with a bone.

Think how fuckin lucky you are, Jack... You're fuckin sorted, remember?

Diverting his attention from the porn for a moment, Sike lightly stroked
the boy's hair. Jack paused what he was doing and looked up at his dad. The
sight of his son's cute young face hovering over his arousal filled the
horny straight thug with mixed feelings: the undeniable urge to look after
him like a dad should, and the bad desire of wanting to dominate his boy,
to make him moan like a bitch on heat. Because he could. Because it was the
best thing he was gonna get. Because, in this place, might made right.

The man rolled up the fabric of his shorts a little and pushed his dick
down so that the upper part of it poked out. 'OK, get lickin, son,' he
ordered.

Jack had no desire to disobey. The firm expanse of those fuzzy pecs and the
bulging tattooed arms made him feel puny in comparison. He nodded in his
submissive trance. 'Anything you say, dad.'

Keen young tongue made contact with smooth shiny head and the horny ritual
of service resumed. He licked all around, lapping up the sticky juice
oozing out from the dark opening, a taste now familiar but no less
strange. Pushing the shorts back further to expose more of its impressive
length, he took the man's mature veiny meat into his mouth, leg hairs
tickling his chin. This was real life alright: sucking on his dad's fat,
juicy dick. Every day. He reached in with his spare hand and caressed the
man's sweaty nutsack.

The man continued to gently stroke the lad's head as the warm, pleasurable
sensations spread out from his crotch. Anything you say? Hmmm...

'Good boy. You fuckin do what yer dad tells yer, don'tcha?' Another eager
nod from below. 'That's right.'

He looked back to the porn mag and the picture of a young dark haired
Italian looking girl being taken by two muscle guys, front and back,
complete with close-ups of her double penetration. Her vacant smile to
camera looked forced, but that turned him on even more. A fuckin horny
shot, no mistake. He'd happily be one of them blokes givin it to
her... Nice work if you could get it. He stared through a lustful haze at
her complete violation. His meat was feeling real nice now, his son working
it up a treat. He looked at the lad again, who had taken hold of the stiff
weapon he was servicing in order to rhythmically slide up and down it with
his soft lips, gradually picking up speed, using his tight hand to increase
the sensation. Yeahhhh, this was just perfect... Sexy straight lad being
made to suck his dad's meat. He imagined how humiliated the boy must feel
deep down at having to do this... Yeahhhh. Doin what his dad tells
him... His dad was gonna take
 him all the way soon: that was gonna be an adventure for both of em.

'Yeahhh, feels reeeal nice. You're fuckin good at that son. Fuckin
good. You keep lookin after that every day and yer dad'll look after
you. We're the perfect team, huh? You and me...'

He was thrusting in time with the lad's movements now, feeling his climax
getting closer. Ever closer. Easy does it, Sike... He glanced again at the
porn and the two big dicks penetrating the young woman, one up her cunt,
the other up her rear. Thought about her takin it from him. Dirty fuckin
bitch. His tool'd loosen her up a treat.

Jack moaned, beyond any rational thought, the deep voice spurring him
on. If someone had told him last week that prison would mean being forced
to slurp the cum out of some scary fucker old enough to be his dad, he'd
have seriously considered topping himself. But here he was doin it. Really
fuckin doin it. Crazy shit. The hot rigid meat slid beneath his slick hand,
lips pushed wide by the fearsomely proportioned weapon. Almost ready to
fire again. Jaw ache.

'Fuck yeahhhh. Suck that motherfucker, son. You know what's comin. Better
get that straight gob of yours ready cause yer dad's gonna feed it yer any
minute... And you better fuckin drink it all up this time or there'll be
trouble.'

Jack looked up at him quickly and nodded. His face had been rammed hard for
what seemed like ages yesterday afternoon. The erotic tension of the
preceding work-out had just built and built, and by the time the reward for
his hard work was getting shoved into his mouth he'd very quickly exploded
into his cum stained boxers. But his dad had gone on and on, and at the end
Jack's tiring lips had let some of the salty sweet seed slip out and
dribble down his chin. The man had chided him, caught the juice with his
chunky knuckles and made him lick it off his clenched fist

The threat of 'trouble' was a timely reminder that this was no game, that
the deal they had was on ongoing arrangement, not a given. The menacing
narrow eyed stare set his heart racing, his natural straight instincts
totally crushed by the hefty masculine domination of his dad. He'd damn
well do what he was told. He focussed his full concentration again on the
task in hand, his own aching member having to wait whilst he worked.

Sike looked at him with angry lustful satisfaction. Look at him. Gob
stuffed full of his old man's throbbing meat. Doing what he was told. He
wanted to give the lad a hint of what was to come without stating it
outright. Play with his mind a bit...

'Tell you what, son, you think this is good... You just wait. Think you
might be gettin some real rough fuckin action from me soon. Know what I'm
sayin? You know you fuckin want it.'

The lad moaned again as the aggressive words slid into his skull. Real
rough fuckin action... Did he mean it? The possibility sent shivers down
his spine. The real fuckin deal. He was mad horny for it now, imagining the
massive rod now filling his mouth being pressed up against his tight
exposed hole, just like in his twisted wank-fantasy. You know you fuckin
want it... Yeah dad, just wanna try it... Fuck yeah. The anticipation was
almost too much to bear. He felt the rough hand beginning to force his head
down on to the slick, glistening meat, the man grunting like an animal,
thrusts becoming more assertive. He knew what was coming now... Shoot it,
dad. Shoot yer fuckin load.

'Ughhh. Ughhhh. Yeahhhh. Keep suckin. It's comin, son. It's fuckin comin.'
The man was lost between the two images: the sexy young girl on the sofa
getting double fucked and the cute, smooth straight boy being forced to
service his horny dad. The two fed off each other in his mind, both rooted
in his fierce desire to dominate. He was the fucking man; mighty weapon
unstoppable. He felt his nuts tighten and vision blur.

'Uuuurrrrrrrghhhhh...'

Ecstasy overload. The cum began to shoot violently into his son's tight
warm mouth. Jack watched in numb disbelief as the pulsing manhood began to
feed him once more. He'd scored again. Fresh spunk goin down his
throat. Life out of control.

-----------------

The following night, after free time out to watch some telly with a few
mates, Jack found himself back with his dad in the cell, playing cards and
drinking, both stripped to the waist as usual. The air was hot and
heavy. It was only the third time his dad had given him some booze, and as
he hadn't fed his meat to the lad yet today there was plenty of tension in
the air. This was the first day since the lad arrived that nothing had
happened by the evening.

Jack was boned up and expectant and kept glancing down the trail of fuzz to
the crotch of those scruffy jeans. Couldn't properly explain his addiction
to servicing his hard-nut dad's dick, he just enjoyed being made to do
it... He'd decided that most young straight lads like him must secretly
want to be dominated by a muscly dad, but never got to try it. It was the
only explanation that made any fucking sense. He really was fucking
lucky. Just imagine if Sike was yer real dad, Jack... How amazin would that
be?

The day had been OK. He'd managed to avoid looking at the officer who had
confronted him after the match the day before, even if a sixth sense told
him he was being watched from time to time. The work-out earlier had been
good, though the heatwave showed no signs of letting up and they both
sweated plenty. It didn't end the way the previous one had, much to Jack's
disappointment, but then they had been cut short by an officer (not the one
Jack was avoiding) coming into the cell to have a word with Sike. Jack
stretched his sore muscles out, listening to their low voices discussing
numbers in short functional sentences. The barest minimum that needed to be
said. Something was handed over.

Sike put whatever it was under his bed behind the magazines. He'd quickly
finished off the stuff with Jack and said he had 'something he needed to
do'. He rummaged around and pulled out a tiny mobile phone - first Jack had
seen of it - and started texting someone. Jack was intrigued but knew
better than to ask questions. 'The less you know the better', he'd been
told. and after the run-in with the officer he was starting to see the
wisdom of that.

Leisure time over for the evening, here they were again in the small cell,
playing cards. Jack was in the chair this time, his dad on the edge of his
bed. They'd been playing for some time.

'Want some more son?' The man picked up the bottle from the floor near his
feet. He wanted to make sure the lad was nice n relaxed...

'Yeah, dad. Fill me up.'

'That's my boy.'

Jack handed over his cup and watched the chunky fella pour in another large
measure. It was strong stuff. Still, at least it wasn't affecting his
ability to win this time. He wet his dry mouth, swallowed, once more felt
the insane rush to his head. Whew, yeah. Definitely a bit tipsy now... The
man could definitely drink more than him, he thought. Except for fuckin
cum... Ha! Funny. He sniggered out loud.

'Whatcha laughin at?'

'Oh nothin in particular.'

His dad wasn't having that. 'No, you fuckin tell me.' His expression was
completely serious. Jack looked at him, slightly unsteadily, the buzz of
alcohol making him much less cautious.

'Just thinkin about how you can beat me at just about everything.'

'You're doin alright tonight, son. Fairly even so far.'

Jack nodded in acknowledgment. 'Yeah well, maybe not that... But you can
fuckin drink me under the table.'

The man laughed. 'Yeah. You're a bit of a fuckin lightweight, intcha?' A
mocking grin.

'No point fuckin arm wrestlin yer either...'

'Yer think?' The man had his head cocked on one side now, grin larger.

A thoughtful pause. Ahh, fuck it. He was on a roll now. 'Bet you've screwed
far more birds too.'

'Haha. Bit of a head start, eh? Helps.' The grin was replaced by a more
predatory stare. What ya tryin to say son?

'And yer fuckin dick's bigger 'an mine too.'

Jack eyed the intimidating figure opposite, the fuzzy firm pecs, the
unambiguous strength in his tattooed arms, the thick scar on his neck, the
glint in his dark eyes. His young horny mind was taking him places he'd
never imagined going before getting banged up... It's OK, Jack. Any
straight lad in your position would willingly submit. Just a power thing,
innit. Prison rules... Real men have to fuck, and your dad's a real fuckin
man. You know you can't fight him... His dick pushed against the inside of
his jeans. He'd seen the man go commando after the work-out and decided to
copy.

The man looked at him with horny approval, barest hint of a wry grin. He
knew what the lad was really tryin to say... Come on dad, when's it gonna
happen? This was comin along just nicely... He rubbed his stubbled chin.

'Sounds like you got the horn, son.'

'Kinda.'

Man and boy looked at each other, inevitable lust hanging between; the
world reduced to them alone. The man drained his cup and put down both it
and his cards.

'Come over ere.' He patted the bed beside him. Jack knocked back the rest
of his vodka and shook his head as it went down. A sharp exhale. Whew. Cup
down. Cards down. He went over as instructed, nervous excitement slithering
rapidly through his veins.

The man reached down for a porn mag. He sat further back on the bed with
his back to the wall; Jack leaned back next to him.

'Let's just take a look at some of these, huh?'

'Sure thing, dad. They're fuckin hot.' It was the same magazine his dad had
handed him that first night. 'Show me that one of the blonde one suckin
will yer...'

It was located quickly enough, the pretty young face being violated by the
veiny monster. Jack felt a surge below. Big dicks like that deserved to be
sucked.

'Yeah, that's still fuckin hot, dad.' The lad idly rubbed himself,
visualising his dad's hard veiny weapon there in front of him.

'Yeah, she's lovin that... Thinkin about what's comin next, I bet.' The man
was leading the lad on, step by step.

'Bet she is.'

'You wanna see what happens next?'

'Fuck yeah.'

The flick of a page. It was the same blonde straddling a muscled guy on a
leather sofa, that big dick now plunged deep in her pussy. He was fairly
tanned compared to her, which only seemed to emphasise the size difference.

'Yer like that one, son?' The man was now adjusting himself through his
jeans. He was gonna unzip any minute and get things movin.

Jack's mouth was hanging open and he was absent-mindedly breathing through
it in horny anticipation. He saw what the big guy was doing and found it
hard to concentrate on the image, horny as it undoubtedly was. His mind was
filled with the thought of his well-hard dad's meaty snake.

'Oh yeah, that's the fuckin business. She's really lovin that...'

His dad flicked through once more to another picture he particularly wanted
his son to see. The same blonde, this time on a double bed, legs spread
wide, about to get rammed by some older muscle dude with tattoos down his
arms. His meaty missile was poised ready, taking aim.

'Looks a bit like me, don't he?'

Jack was temporarily speechless. The similarity to his wank fantasy was
incredible... The man, the woman, the position, everything. He could
completely picture that bloke being his dad and him standing there stroking
his meat in admiration watching him fuck that sexy bird. And then his dad
turning to him... Woahhh. Fuckin freaky. And here was his dad showing it to
him. He felt strangely lightheaded. That vodka had seriously done the
trick. Nothing felt real now.

'Yeahhhh. Fuckin hell. That's a good un. Any more like that?'

His dad turned the page to where there were subsequent shots of the fuck in
progress. The man leaning over her with his tool in deep, her head arched
back in delight, tits thrust out. Too good. Too fuckin good. He wanted it.

'You like that, son?'

'Fuck yeahhh.' A pause. Dry, dry mouth. Get the fuckin words out,
Jack... You know you want to... 'Bet that massive dick of his feels fuckin
good.'

The man paused too. That's the right idea, son. Nearly fuckin there
now. His substantial manhood swelled in readiness.

'Yeah. Just like yer dad's would, huh?

The lad became very aware of his breathing and the violent thud of his
heart. Another dry swallow. It was really gonna fuckin happen. He stared at
the horny image on the page, his reply a husky whisper.

'Yeahhh.'

'You want some of that then?'  Jack could tell his dad was looking directly
at him now. He thought about his fantasy again. Was this really happening?
He turned to the shaven-headed man, fierce stubbled face at close
range. Before he could stop himself, the script slipped out as if he was on
autopilot.

'Yeah dad... Just wanna try it.' The tough guy nodded almost
imperceptibly. 'Looks so fuckin horny.'

Fuck. He'd actually said it. No goin back. He looked again at the porn
image: the long snaking dick lodged between the girl's spread legs; the
muscular figure looming over her; complete domination. Fuck. He was gonna
get shafted like that hot bitch. His straight tough-nut dad was gonna do
him. This was gonna FUCKIN HURT... It was gonna be FUCKIN EXTREME.

'Oh it'll be fuckin horny, son... I can promise you that. You're gonna get
the fuck of your life.' Jack knew the man meant every word.

He put the porn mag to one side and began to unzip his dirty jeans. The lad
watched in drunken breathless anticipation as the obscene fleshy cylinder
was sprung free. The fucking beast looked bigger than ever. He licked his
dry lips. His dad watched him, enjoying every single moment of his boy's
submission to the inevitable sweet torture to follow.

'Think you can take all that son? Think you can take yer dad's dick?'

Jack nodded furiously. He was gonna make his dad proud of him, at any
cost. 'Fuck yeah.'

The man stroked his stubbled chin again as if doubting the lad's
commitment. 'Hmmm. We'll fuckin see, shall we...' He was challenging him
for kicks now, even though the matter was now settled in his mind. It was
gonna fuckin happen. Even if the lad backed down and he had to pin him to
the bed and stuff his gob with something to keep him quiet, it was gonna
fuckin happen.

'I can fuckin take it dad. I'm ain't no fuckin lightweight.' Sheer
bravado. Jack really had no idea whether he could or not. But the words
were out and he wasn't gonna back down now. The grim unstoppable logic of
his wank-fantasy turning to reality.

'Uh-huh?' One last questioning grunt to test the lad's resolve.

Jack's mind was in turmoil as the hour of reckoning approached. His
straight instincts were pounding away in his skull that this was wrong
wrong wrong, but another louder voice was saying that this was all just
part of the deal, that he had to respect his tough dad's authority...

Real hard men with big dicks needed to fuck, dint they? Only right and
proper. And his dad was a real fuckin hard man with a fuckin big
dick. Fuckin big. Why stop just cause he was in prison? Still needed to
fuck. Young straight lads like him had to learn to take it... In the
gob. In the fuckin hole. No fuckin choice in the matter... Yeahhhh. The
lack of control enflamed his twisted lust further. Still feelin lucky,
Jack?

'Yeah dad. Fuckin do me...'

The air in the cell was heavy and stifling. His dad was staring at him in
silence, lightly fingering the head of his engorged meat. Ripples of
anticipation. His dark serious eyes bore into Jack's.

'Well, don't you worry, son, you're gonna fuckin get it. Yer dad's gonna
fuckin work yer.' Another shiver down Jack's spine. 'Better make it nice
and wet first, huh?'

Jack went straight down without hesitation. The chunky manhood entered his
mouth and he knew the terrifying journey had begun. The man watched the lad
set to work and massaged the back of his smooth neck and shoulders, before
working slowly up and down the lad's back with his rough hand. He admired
the contrast between them: strong hairy forearm, slightly darker when set
against the smooth, sun reddened pale skin of his son's back. His
property. Haha. Fucked up shit, this, but fuckin good all the same.

'Yeah, that's the way son. That's the fuckin way. This is gonna be so
fuckin good, I'm tellin yer. Gonna take you somewhere you never been. Fuck
yeahhhh.' Somewhere he'd never been either, he thought, but it'd been in
his head for years now. Fucked a few birds up the chute in his time, so it
couldn't be that different. Tighter n better, if anything. He knew what he
was doin well enough.

The lad felt his dad's rough hand feeling him up. A rush of fierce emotion
swept though him. The man had only really touched him before when they were
working out, and it had turned him on so much to get that close attention
and to be able to feel the man's firm muscles under the guise of a legit
father-son discussion about correct technique. He'd wanted to chew on the
man's bulging biceps and the inviting roundness of his fuzzy pecs, had even
wanted to lick the sweat off him. Get his dad inside him. Become him. A
raging unspoken desire to be accepted by the older man.

But so far, other than that, it had just been an unforgiving hand holding
his head in place. Which was fuckin good too, of course... Being forced to
submit to that powerful tool slamming into his ready gob. As if on cue, he
felt the man's other hand pushing him down on it; it was like the scary
fucker cold read his mind. His dick surged painfully in his jeans.

'Every fuckin inch, son. Daddy's big juicy dick tastes good, don't it?' A
low moan from below. 'Imagine how fuckin good it's gonna feel inside yer,
huh? That big straight dick slidin in yer tight hole...'

Jack was in a frenzy now, deepthroating his dad's meat and getting fired up
by the sexy aggressive talk. This was the most intense thing he'd ever
experienced in his whole short life.

From down the corridor outside, barked shouts.

'Five minutes, lights out.'

Jack stopped. Fuck. He lifted his head up to look at his dad.

'On yer chair.' Jack did as he was told, cursing inwardly as Sike zipped
his stiff meat away. They couldn't fuckin stop now... 'Pick up yer fuckin
cards. We're still playin.'

Jack picked up the abandoned hand and swore under his breath. Sighed
loudly. Sike quickly hid the vodka away and picked up his cards too. He
fixed the lad with a serious stare and winked at him.

A few moments later, a voice at the door grill. 'Oi, you two. Time to pack
up.'

Jack thought he recognized the voice. He grimaced at the reminder.

Sike looked over to the door and gave a lazy salute. The sound of footsteps
moving away. He leaned forward to the boy to speak in a low voice.

'They'll be wanderin up and down for fifteen minutes or so, that's
all. Then they'll fuck off for a couple of hours at least. Same every
night. Just wait til I tell yer.'

Jack moped over to his bed, frustrated. His dad moved the small table back
to the wall, shoved the porn mag under the bed and rummaged around for some
other things before sitting down on the corner of his bed nearest Jack and
very deliberately removing his jeans while keeping his eyes fixed on the
boy. His still hard meat jutted out proudly.

'Get yer fuckin kit off.'

The lad did as he was told. No hiding his boner. He felt embarrassed being
completely naked in front of his dad like this; his inexplicable desire
condemning him to his fate. His dad eyed him hungrily. The lad's stiff dick
was of no interest to him, except in that it showed his son was gagging for
some action. Typical teenager, always horny. He grabbed his meat, knuckles
tight, and growled at the boy like an animal, face screwed up, teeth
bared. It was just for a moment, but it filled Jack with insane lust.

'Like I said. Wait til I tell yer.' The man moved back to lie horizontal,
uncovered. The lad did the same on his bed, heart still thumping. Patience.

Darkness.

Gradually, Jack's eyes became accustomed to the gloom. The small, high
window actually let in a fair amount of light. There were bright yardlights
somewhere outside which threw a dim glow into the room. Slow footsteps went
past in the corridor. He turned to face the wall. The longest fifteen
minutes of his life. He toyed with himself, imagining over and over again
the press of his dad's thick meat... How was it gonna fuckin fit? He
shivered with anticipation in the sultry night.

Sike lay with hands clasped behind his head on the pillow. He'd known
they'd have to wait until lights out, he'd just lost track of time
slightly. Other than that, it was all going very much according to plan. He
grinned in the dark, counted and listened. Silence dropped over them
both. Finally, the sound of the door at the end of the corridor, then
nothing.

Jack heard movement from across the cell and sensed the glow in the room
becoming less dim.

'Oi. Son. Over ere. Now.' The hissed instruction made him sit up
immediately. His dad had put on some form of small light on the table, red
T-shirt tossed over it to curb it's brightness. He was standing by his bed,
the dim red light on his broad frame creating shadows which accentuated the
curves of his muscles. His semi-aroused snake was only partially visible,
the rest lurking in the darkness between the chunky legs. The strange
dream-like quality of the light heightened the lad's horny intoxicated
state. His dad looked more like a fighting machine than ever. Like a
fucking demon.

He got up and went over to stand in front of the
man. Harder. Taller. Older. Stronger. He wanted to chew the man's pecs even
more now, but still daren't. He'd do exactly what he was told. The man
stretched his arms above his head and bent his knuckles back until they
cracked. Dropped them again. He spoke quietly and forcefully.

'Right. Let's start again, shall we? But this time we ain't fuckin
stoppin. Down yer go, kiddo.'

Jack sank to his knees, his eyes tracing past those masculine pecs, and
following the tapering fuzz of the wide chest down past the firm hairy
stomach. His dad's semi-hard sex emerged into the red glow from shadow,
foreskin partially covering the emerging head, hefty nutsack dangling
behind. What an amazin fuckin sight that was... Proper fuckin
tackle. Surely any straight lad given the chance would want to have a go
suckin on their dad's king-size meat? Yeah, of course they would,
Jack... Something deep within his mind tried vainly to resist, but the urge
to succumb was much, much stronger. This was the night his dad was gonna
fuck him. No goin back now. This was fate.

He reached forward with his tongue and made contact, forbidden male
territory his to explore all over again. Eager lips enclosed the fat veiny
beast. Fuck yeah. You're really doin it, Jack... He reached up with a hand
to softly caress the man's nuts, knowing how much his dad liked that. Back
and forth his young mouth worked in the dim red glow, massaging and
lubricating the monster to complete readiness, feeling and watching it
expand and stiffen. Nothing else mattered now. Nine thick inches of his dad
to pleasure. This was gonna be so good... His own meat ached, untouched.

The man watched the lad get his fucktool ready with fierce fatherly pride,
his son's cute face doing its necessary duty well, soft young lips tryin
their best to please. Yeahhhhh. Straight lad and his dad just doin what
came naturally. Felt so fuckin good.

'Yeah, that's the fuckin way, son. Gettin yer old man nice n hard now,
ain'tcha? How fuckin tasty is that?' Jack moaned softly and sucked even
more vigorously for a few moments longer. 'Think we're just about there,
huh?' Jack nodded in a daze. The man pulled away.

'Right, let's fuckin do it. On yer back...' Sike liked the idea of simply
bending the boy over and taking him stood up, but on this first occasion he
really wanted to see the ecstasy and agony on his son's cute face.

'Sure thing dad.' Jack was in a horny trance: his dark and twisted
wank-fantasy entwined with reality. He got up and lay down on his dad's
bed, head on pillow, legs apart to expose his defenceless hole. He daren't
touch his stiff member.

The man reached down for something - the bottle of massage oil - and poured
some into one cupped palm. He placed himself in position on the bed, chunky
thighs pinioning the lad's pert behind. Jack put his spread legs so that
his heels were almost behind his dad's lower back. He looked up in wonder
at his muscled father figure: this was just how he'd imagined it. This was
fuckin perfect.

'Let's get you fuckin ready, son.'

Jack felt the man spreading oil on his hole, and a couple of rough fingers
rubbing all around it. Oh fuck. No one had ever touched him there
before... Felt so fuckin weird. Dirty. Then a lubed up index finger began
to penetrate, pushing insistently at the ring of muscle which had to admit
the intruder. The lad stared, open mouthed, unable to process the
sensation. The finger went deeper.

'Fuck... Oh fuck...' Please dad, take it easy...

'Yeahhh. You like that, do yer kiddo?' Sike applied more oil, working him
with two fingers now. Probing. Teasing. Looking lustfully at his son's
tender tight hole.

'Nnnnghhh.' Jack stared at him in desperation. Scared. Buzzed up. On
heat. No goin back now... He looked down to see the chunky tattooed forearm
at work.

'This is what real dads do, son... Show their lads how it's fuckin
done. I'm gonna fuckin show you alright... Gonna get the fuck of your
life.'

The man's sexy words surrounded Jack, sending his mind into horny
overdrive. Yeahhh, young straight lads like him had to be shown. Taught a
lesson. He was close to hyperventilating now, his voice a husky whisper.

'Come on dad, give it to me...'

The man fixed him with an intense stare, his voice deadly serious. 'Oh
don't you worry, son, I will. You're gonna fuckin get it.'

Jack felt the aggression fire him up even further. His dick twitched, eager
to be touched. 'Yeahhh...'

His dad removed his fingers and began smearing the remaining oil over his
engorged meat, enjoying how good it felt in his slick hand. It was gonna
feel even better in a minute... Jack watched the fearsome weapon being
prepped in the dim red glow. Look at the fuckin size of it. Fear and desire
impossibly intertwined in his nervous body. This couldn't really be
happening, could it? He touched his own meat briefly, a jolt of pleasure
and guilt. He mustn't show his dad how badly he wanted this. Heart beating
fast and furious, he took his hand away.

The man looked at his son. The lean, defined picture of youth. Smooth and
vulnerable. Nervous excitement in his cute face. Yeah, he was gonna fuckin
give it to him... You're a bad dad, Sike. He carefully inched forward a
fraction to place his mighty fuck snake in position, making sure it was in
exactly the right place. The shiny head pressed against the lad's tender
hole, invasion imminent. Jack felt it there and bit his lip. Shadowed
contours of hairy muscle towered over him. Still feelin lucky, Jack?

'Here we fuckin go, son.'

Looking carefully at where his dick was going initially, Sike pressed
foward real slow. Yeahhhh. Fuck time. There was only the slightest
resistance then the shiny head squeezed in. Jack felt the pressure and then
the shock of it opening him up. He gasped, wide-eyed. The man growled at
his boy, eyes narrowed. He was fuckin in there. Finally. It was so fuckin
tight. YEAHHHHHHHH. He eased forward slowly, grim determination on his
face, mightily turned on by the act, the sensation, the lad's tense
expression...

'Oh you're so fuckin tight son. This is gonna be reeeeal good...'

The lad watched awestruck as the man took complete control of him, inching
in with terrifying inevitability. You're gettin fucked, Jack. This is what
it's all about. Fucked by yer tough-nut prison dad. Fuck yeahhh. Fantasy
into reality... That massive straight dick being forced up yer tight
hole. Really gettin it. Oh yeah. Incredible. Hurts. Hurts. So. Good...

'Fuckin. Hell. Dad. Nnnnghhhhhh...'

It was really fuckin happenin. Really. Fuckin. Happenin. Fuckin brutal.

'Feels fuckin nice, don't it?' The man watched his son struggle to cope
beneath him with horny satisfaction. So he fuckin should. It was all about
the conquest for him; demonstrating his superiority to the lad. He nudged
his meat deeper still.

'Nnnnghhhh. Yeah.'

'You fuckin wanted it son.'

Jack's head swam. He still did, even though the sinking realisation was
dawning that he may have just made the biggest mistake of his life in
admitting it. This was never gonna work... He was just too tight... His
dad's big dick was gonna rip him apart.

'Fuckin. Still. Do.'

He gazed at the muscular body overpowering him, the powerful sweep of fuzzy
torso down to where that hot meat was being driven remorselessly in. It all
looked so fuckin horny and he wanted his dad inside him so bad. The man
leaned forward and placed rough hands on the boy's smooth defined chest,
pinning him down firmly. He began to make slow sensuous thrusts, working
his tool ever deeper.

'This is just the fuckin start, kiddo. When I've done birds they usually
end up fuckin beggin me for mercy... Know what I'm sayin? You gonna show
yer dad you can take it?'

Jack nodded. 'Nghh... Yeahhh.' The pain and pleasure of his submission was
extreme. Inhibition and reason slipping away, he reached up to grip the
bulging biceps of a tattooed arm. His well-hard dad. The contrast of his
smooth defined muscle against the hairy tattooed hulk set his desire
blazing faster. It was really fuckin happenin. You're gettin shafted, Jack,
just like that bird... Fuckin gettin what you wanted... Now fuckin relax
and take it... Confused and horny, he spread his legs that little bit wider
and gritted his teeth.

His dad felt the shift and nodded his approval. 'Yeah, that's the fuckin
way son... Give it up for yer old man. Yer dad's fuckin doin yer
now. Fuckin loosenin you up with his big dick.'

Only another few inches to go... Sike forced it in to the very base,
eliciting a gasp from the boy.

'Yeaaahhhh. You're fuckin takin it all now. How about that?'

Jack moaned softly. His hole was being stretched wider than he could ever
have imagined. He felt the man's hard length reaching into his gut. It
burned. Nothing could have prepared him for this. He was fuckin trapped
now.

'The whole of yer dad's big dick inside yer... Yer doin real good, son.'

'Nnnnnghhh. Feels. Amazin.'

The man was filled with a fierce unquenchable lust. He knew his lad was
taking it for the first time and was gonna take a little while to
adjust. He held it there, looking down at the dark wiry fuzz of his crotch
up against smooth young cheeks. Yeahhhh. His fat hard tool right in there,
nice n deep. In control. He looped his arms under the lad's legs to push
them right back and leant right over the boy menacingly in the dim red glow
now, hands placed either side, his close range stare pinning the boy down
as much as the weight of his well-muscled frame.

'Ever thought it'd be as good as this, son?'

He began to gently thrust his full length in long smooth strokes. The lad
had the look of an animal, staring into his eyes with a glazed hunted
expression. Fuckin yer own son, eh Sike? Who'da fuckin thought it. Yer a
twisted fucker. But then again... It was about fuckin time. Years of
frustration for some fuckin action, finally being released with some horny
straight lad violation. Fuck yeahhhh.

'Never... Thought...'

Jack struggled to answer the question: the sensation was too extreme. The
man's sex felt like a shaft of fire in him. Maybe this is hell, he thought
in his drunken horny state, maybe this will never end... Forcefucked
forever. He looked down the chunky torso through the red tinged gloom to
the steady flex of muscle below, working his tight hole. The fuckin sight
of it. A real man fucking him... His dad fucking him... So unbelievably
horny. He instinctively reached for his dick and began to squeeze the head,
the good sensations making the fire easier to deal with. He was giving out
soft little moans on every thrust now.

'Think you might be wantin this every week too, huh? Yer dad needs a good
fuck every now and again, y'know.'

'Sure... Thing... Dad.'

'It can be a treat for yer at weekends, how about that?' Sike grinned
inwardly at his own nasty inventiveness. Makin it sound like a fuckin trip
to see the footie or something. Hehehe.

'Yeahhh... d'like that.' Oh fuck. This was gonna happen again and again and
again. He knew his dad meant exactly what he said. His horny confusion
magnified.

'You'll still get fed durin the week though. Don't you fuckin worry about
that.'

Jack didn't doubt it for a second. As the minutes passed, he felt the speed
and intensity nudging upwards and his moans increasing in pitch and volume,
punctuated with short sharp intakes of breath. His battered rear was now
being rammed with some considerable force by his mean n muscled thug of a
dad and the fire inside was building. The dull slap and slosh of ferocious
penetration broke the night's hush, the man talking low n dirty to him as
he always did.

'You like takin it from yer dad, don'tcha son? You like getting fucked by
yer old man.'

'Nnnnnnghhh.'

'Yeahhhh. Feel that motherfuckin dick inside yer. All the fuckin way.'

'Nnn... Nnnggh. Yeahhhh.'

'Yeah, that's right. I'm takin you the fuckin distance, son. Doesn't get
better than this...'

Jack's tormented mind was full of his dad's brutal strength, the older
man's hard muscular body workin him mercilessly in the dim red glow. Maybe
this really was hell. It was fuckin intense. TOO fuckin intense... He could
hear the increasing urgency of his own moans and was unable to stop himself
making them. No control. Fear and violence sliced into his horny teenage
head... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... You're bein fuckin assaulted, Jack... And you
fuckin asked for it... He gripped the chunky arm harder and stared
desperately into his dad's mean stubbled face. How long was this gonna go
on for? How bad was it gonna get? You really thought you could take it,
Jack... You fuckin idiot...

'Dad...'

'Yeah?'

'Can we... Nnnnghh... Slow down... Nnngh... A bit.'

Sike paused for a moment, his chunky meat lodged in deep. The pleading look
on his son's face gave him a surge of sadistic pleasure.

'Please dad?'

The man narrowed his eyes again. He knew this was coming. Knew he'd take
his son to the edge soon enough... Well, they were gonna fuckin stay there
now. No goin back. He was just gonna have to learn that his dad played hard
and fucked hard. He pushed the lad's arm roughly away and leaned over so
that his own face was right down close.

'Nahhh, you fuckin wanted it, son, so I'm givin it to yer. I warned yer,
dint I? Dint I?'

The anger in the man's voice and expression was not to be argued with and
Jack knew he shouldn't have even asked. Bad boy, Jack. A dry gulp. He
nodded meekly in defeat.

'Open yer gob.' Jack did as he was told and the man spat directly into his
mouth. Intimidation and possession, rolled into one. Jack had no choice but
to accept. His dad glared at him for a few seconds and did it again.

'Yeah, that's right. I'm in charge ere son. Don't you fuckin forget
it. Shut yer fuckin gob and take what you're given. You wanted to get
fucked by yer dad? Well, this is what it's like. Fuckin live with it.'

The man raised himself back again to his previous position and continued to
glare at the boy. The assault resumed, swiftly becoming as ferocious as
before. Jack savoured his dad's spit. He felt feverish. His meat had gone
semi-soft with fear and he squeezed it for some reassurance.

'Nnnn... Nnnghhh. Sorry dad.'

'You will be.'

The lad stared down the firm fuzzy body again as the man's dangerous weapon
went relentlessly to work on him. He couldn't deny his dark desire to have
his tough-nut dad inside him, and yeah, this was what it was like. This was
just what it was like. Live with it, Jack. He tuned back into the
wank-fantasy which had turned him on so much and made him want to submit to
this ordeal in the first place... The unbearably horny idea of his straight
prison dad offering him a chance to experience a raw fuck from a real
man. Yeahhhhhh. The real fuckin deal. Tattooed muscly fighter doin him like
that horny bitch in the porn mag. Fuck yeahhhh. Undeniable pleasure flooded
into his hand and head. The fire still burned but he found he could just
about override it. A kind of dreamy acceptance descended over him. Yeah,
this is what it's like, Jack. Never gonna be easy, was it?

He was still moaning loudly all the while with each deep firm thrust. The
speed increased still further. The man rested most of his weight on his
right arm and placed the wrist of his other arm over the lad's mouth,
forcing both his smooth legs up a little further as he did so.

'Bite on that son. We don't wanna make too much noise, eh?'

Jack nodded eagerly. His mouth clamped on to firm hairy muscle.

'Told you I'd give yer the fuck o your life, dint I? Nothin feels quite
like yer dad's big dick, huh?'

A muffled moan from the boy in response, his cute face in the dim red glow
looking imploringly at him. Perfect.

'Yeahhh... This was always gonna happen, kiddo. Just how things are meant
to be, y'know? You and me...'

Fuck, that pussy hole felt sweet; he'd loosened it up good and
proper. Sike, you always were a fuckin stud. Yeahhhh. The lad would never
forget this night as long as he lived...

'Still gonna look after you, son, don't you worry. You just gotta learn to
take the rough with the smooth, y'know? I'm the best fuckin dad you'll ever
have.'

Jack felt the force of the man's tough love sear him. The meaty snake slid
back and forth, brutal and unstoppable. The fire in his hot hole was being
replaced by a kind of numbness which was proving easier to deal with. He
rubbed himself with growing pleasure as the fuck began to shift up another
gear. Oh yeahhhh. This was the real fuckin deal. Him and his dad, together
at last. Dad showin him how it was done with that mighty motherfuckin
tool. They were really fuckin doin it. He chewed urgently on the firm
muscle pushing down on his face. He'd show his dad what he was made of.

'Fuckin good, innit?' Sike gave him a slightly malicious grin.

The boy nodded passionately in his drunken daze, still moaning with each
thrust. Yeah. Fuckin good torture, more like. But it was gettin better n
better. Startin to feel soooo good now... He was really takin it, like a
good boy. Doin what he was told.

'Fuck yeahhh. Dad's showin yer now, huh? This is what it's really like.' He
drilled his stare into the lad's cute young face. 'You're lovin it, intcha?
Takin it like that dirty bitch...'

Jack shifted his head a little so he could speak. 'Nnnn... You're
the... Nnnngh... Fuckin man, dad... Nnnnnnnnghhhh' He chewed again at the
man's hard, hairy forearm flesh and his moans continued.

Sike snarled at him, nostrils flared, teeth bared. The minutes rolled by,
feeling like hours to Jack, the powerful assault on his rear becoming more
urgent as the finish line neared. The man was sweating with the exertion of
keeping his hefty body in position supported mostly by the one arm. It was
like a work-out in itself, but he knew it was a good show for the lad to
see how fit his dad was, so he stuck with it a bit longer. Sweat dripped
from his forehead on to the lad's face. Deep animal grunts and muffled
moans filled the cell.

Jack knew his dad was gettin close, because he could tell by the look on
his face and the noises he was makin. Fuck yeah. He realised with a jolt
that it meant a load of fresh cum was about to be shot up his
hole. Fuck. He hadn't really thought about that. Like his dad was breedin
with him or somethin... Yeaahhh... So horny and dirty.

'Yeahhh, you're fuckin takin it now, intcha? Almost there, son...'

The heat of the room seemed to intensify, the dim red glow illuminating the
hot fuck's inevitable conclusion. Nothing else existed.

The man's lustful imagination was filled with the thought of pumping his
seed into the smooth, defenceless youth beneath him. He was the fuckin man
alright. Tough. Dominating. He took his arm away from the lad's mouth to
hear him moan properly again - fuck the screws - and sat up for a moment,
glancing down to look again at his mature veiny manhood violating the
boy. Oh yeahhh... Fuckin look at that... Dad meat pluggin his son's virgin
hole. He kept his lad's legs wide in mid-air with his arms and leaned
forward to pin down those smooth, young arms against the bed, wanting to
prevent the lad from pleasuring himself. This was about what he wanted now
and he was gonna cum. The boy had to learn to wait until his dad was fully
satisfied.

Jack's horny young mind was buzzing wildly at the reality of the raw and
ferocious fuck and the weight of the hard man forcing him down. Total
straight male domination. His dad's engorged manhood rammed him over and
over, his own dick forcibly abandoned by the tight grip on his upper arms,
taut tattooed muscle keeping him in place. He gazed at the scar on the
man's thick neck, down to the firm rounded fuzzy pecs - fuck he wanted to
chew on those nipples so much - down to where that big dick was workin his
hole like it was a fuckin pussy. His strong prison dad was really givin it
to him.

'Yeaaahhhh. You fuckin like that?'

'Nnnnghhh. Yeah... Harder... Dad.'

'Gonna shoot you full o my cum any minute, son. You ready for that?'

Sexy dominant aggression filled Jack's skull and vision. His own meat
denied, he was being forced to concentrate completely on his tough-nut
dad's satisfaction, the hardness of him, his hot cum... He's a real fuckin
man, your dad is, Jack. Yeahhhh. He was fuckin ready alright. He could
almost taste the man's hot juice in his gob.

'Oh yeah. Please dad. I want it all.'

Sike was on fire, his groin a steely machine, muscles workin overtime to
pound the lad's rear end, nutsack banging against smooth skin. So
unbelievably fuckin good. It had been far too long...

'You're gonna fuckin get it, son.'

'Yeah, go on dad. Fuckin shoot yer load in me...'

Sike nodded fiercely. Nearly fuckin there... The lad was fuckin takin it
all, his dad's big straight dick riding him like a horny bitch. Cute little
fucker. Takin it.

'Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh. Fuck yeahhhh. I'm fuckin comin, son...'

Dad and son united in sex. They stared at each other in the hellish gloom,
Sike breathing heavily as he tipped over the edge, eyes glazing over, Jack
moaning frantically as the king-size meat made it's last few savage thrusts
inside him. The excitement of feeling his dad pinning him down ready to
unload filled him with a sudden fierce pride. His dad was about to shoot in
him... This was the real thing. This was the REAL FUCKIN THING.

'Go for it, dad. Yeahhh...'

'Uuuurrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh...'

The man's muscled body shivered with ecstasy as he began to pump the cum
from his nuts. Fuckin givin it to him. He rammed it one last time to the
base and stayed there. Total satisfaction. Shootin it...

Jack felt the hot nutsack pressing against his skin and the pulsing of
thick meat inside as the seed was released. Injection of pure masculinity
from his tough-nut dad. Felt so fuckin RIGHT. He moaned his approval, high
with horny relief at his dad's climax, drenched in testosterone and
sweat. Fuckin hot. So fuckin hot. The perfect moment stretched out into the
heavy night. He could hardly believe what had just taken place. He'd fuckin
takin it like that bird in the porn mag. Yeahhhh... Good boy, Jack. Did yer
dad proud, dintcha? Dintcha? His dick yearned for release, but it could
wait. He watched his dad keenly.

Sike was savouring his moment of triumph. He breathed in and out loudly and
stared down at his conquest in the aftermath, beads of sweat dripping on
the boy. That had been too fuckin good. He nodded at the lad, a broad grin
breaking out on his rough face.

'Told yer it'd be the fuck of your life, son. What do ya reckon?'

Jack stared at him in rampant horny submission, pinned to the bed, fists
clenched, shaking slightly with the intensity of the experience. That
straight meat was still lodged right up inside him, feeling like it had
always belonged there. Yeahhhh... The fuck of his life... That was an
understatement. How fuckin lucky are you, Jack? He grinned back.

'Yeah. You're fuckin good, dad.'



(Thanks again for responses received to Parts 1 and 2. Hope this one
satisfies some of yer... ;) Keep them horny comments
coming. Cheers. writerman99@yahoo.co.uk)