Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2009 09:26:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edward Chong <edwardchong21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Between The Journey And The Destination (Origin) - Father And Son

Disclaimer: Following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people
or events are purely coincidental. This story may not be posted or
distributed by any other media without the express permission of its
author.

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Foreword
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When you cannot further a story anymore, what do you do? What do you do? In
true Hollywood fashion, we go back to the beginning. Every saga has one.
Even this one. When you cannot write another sequel, you write a prequel.
Unfortunately for Hollywood, I am not one of those Michael Bay kinda
influenza virus. I write because the story dictates it. This little chapter
has been planned from way before the story was even completed. I always
create a story in its entirety before actually writing it. Oh my, why am I
babbling here? No one even reads this, or my story. Well, I did get a
response from the previous posting. Thanks! So here, no incest story is
complete without a scene where the father fucks the brains out of the son.
Enjoy!

Oh, one other thing. The posting last year was supposed to be on the 1st of
September as well, day and date every year, only I didn't know that Nifty
changed their submission e-mail address, and sent it to the old address.
Took them a few days to find my mail and posted it up, hence the delay. Too
bad, otherwise it would be a hoot to see 8 years in a row, all posted on
the same date, year after year, without fail. And that's how old Nifty is!
Congrats and keep up the good work!!!


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Between The Journey And The Destination (Origin) - Father And Son
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	Ian has his hands tied to the spreader bar stretched out behind
him, which is in turn chained to the deadbolt in the ceiling. His feet,
also forced open with another spreader bar on the bed, making him kneeling,
torso in front, ass jutted out for his father to use as he sees
fit. Step-father to be exact. The General. He had adopted Ian ever since he
was an infant. One half of a twin. His parents were in dire state at that
time. It's not like they sold their son, but gave him to the General
because they knew they didn't have the means to raise him, at that
time. They are billionaires now, but although Ian had always known about
his biological parents, and even keep taps on them, he never wanted to go
back into their lives, as he didn't know how to handle it. He's happy with
the General here. The sex, well, Ian's gay, the General's bi, they were
close, they both like it rough, they travel a lot, Ian works in the
military as well, so, why not? Don't ask, don't tell, right?
	Anyway, back to the bed, the General has a huge dildo in his hands,
ramming it in and out of Ian's ass, who is biting on a bit gag, but still
moaning very loudly. The General replaced the giant dildo with an
inflatable buttplug, and pumped it up until Ian's eyes started bulging and
was screaming for him to stop. He felt like his insides were going to
explode. The General released the air from the plug, and then pumped it
back up, and repeated the process a few times, until Ian was sweating
profusely and leaking a steady stream of precum onto the bedsheet.
	Getting bored with that, the General started to insert some nasty,
huge, anal balls - not beads - into Ian's inviting asshole. One after
another the balls were pushed into his rectum, pushing onto his prostate,
filling him, making him moan louder, causing him to ooze more precum, and
fueling the General's desire to rape his ass. But not yet, he told
himself. Not yet. He had to get him ready for his gigantic cock. His
12-incher, thick as a beer bottle. Ian had always like to have his ass
stuffed with his father's giant cock, and rides it up and down
tiredlessly. The General had always wanted to not only fuck his son's ass,
but to fist it, and to take it further, to fuck him while his fist is
inside his ass. Ian could never handle fisting. It's not like they didn't
try.
	And so one by one the anal balls were pushed into him. Ian has
never felt this full before in his life, except maybe last night, when the
baseball bat leaning against a wall right now was stuff into his ass, and
fucked it raw. This ass play made the General very horny, but he didn't
want to cum so soon. The night is still young and he still has plans for
something better. He started pulling out the anal balls, popping them out
one by one. With each ball pulled out of his ass, Ian yelped loudly despite
the gag and his cock burped a string of precum. By the third ball, he
started to shoot his jizz all over the mattress. The General saw this and
pulled all the remaining 3 balls out in one quick yank, and Ian screamed as
he pumped out a huge load of cum onto the bed, soaking it wet. Lucky the
General had placed a towel underneath, although he is now unsure if that
towel actually could solve any problems.
	Ian hangs there, exhausted, and he almost fell asleep when he felt
something cool and sticky was applied to his balls. He looked down to see
the General attaching some electro pads onto him, one on his balls, one
more on his cock. He didn't feel anything until the General pushed a long
anal probe into his ass, with 3 bulbuous heads. Each of the heads is an
electrode, and once each of the touches him, it completes the circuit and
Ian got electrocuted. After pulling it in and out a few times hearing Ian
yelps, the General decided to just plug the whole thing inside and let the
TENS unit decides where and when to shock Ian. That should keep Ian
occupied as he returns to his study for a cigar. Just before he left, he
remembers to place another metal clamps on Ian's nipples, and connect it to
the TENS units as well, which was on random. Ian will never know where the
zap of electricity will come from. But everytime you hear him yell, you can
be sure that the electrodes are doing their job well.
	The General took his time, probably 30 minutes, perhaps more, to
finish his fine Cuban cigar, as he hears Ian screaming from the other
room. It was music to his ears. Even so, he could tell that Ian had
something on his mind. Maybe he will ask him about it later. If he doesn't
come clean, he will just interrogate him. It's been a while since he had
done that. He misses it. Maybe another day. Now he needs to go back and
release Ian before his balls become fried eggs. Walking into the room, the
smell of cum was overpowering. Judging by the pool of cum on the towel, it
was safe to assume that Ian had cum again, the electricity milking him dry.
	The General released Ian from his bondage, and all his
equipments. But before Ian could stretch, the General flipped him onto his
back, his ass landed on the towel and squishing on his own cum, and then
tied his hand separately to the headboard. The General kissed his son as he
replaces the electro nipple clamps with clover clamps. They frenched and
slobber all over each other, lost in the throes of passion. The General
could take it no longer. He literally ripped his shirt open, buttons flying
everywhere, and pushing Ian's legs back towards his shoulder and tying them
to the headboard as well, the General pushed his flaming cock into his
son's upturned asshole. Ian gasped loudly, bearing the pain and basking at
the sensation of being speared by his father's big strong cock at the same
time. The General didn't waste any time. He started pumping. He started
humping. He started to rape his son's ass. He plunge his cock deep into his
bowels, and then drag his cock out slowly, and then plunge it back in. Ian
was delirious with pleasure. He was babbling incoherently into his gag, but
the General could make out some of the words as being 'fuck me' and 'rape
my ass'. And rape it he did. He fucked his son for an hour, and then went
on to the second hour, and continued into the third hour. During the first
hour, Ian was talking dirty into the gag, encouraging his father to fuck
him as hard as he could. By the second hour, all Ian cvould do was grunt
and moan. By the third hour, he was begging for his father to stop. HIs ass
was numb, his legs asleep, and his desire gone, leaving the pain of being
fucked raw by his father. Unfortunately for Ian, the General likes to hear
him beg. He fucks faster and harder the more Ian begs, until he felt that
he was ready to cum, and he not only gripped Ian's steel-hard cock to give
it a few strokes, but also ripping the clover clamps from his tits. The
pain caused Ian to lose control and he cummed all over again, more than the
previous two times combined, spewing cum way across and above his head,
some evn landed on his face, where he licked it. The General, being
squeezed by Ian's ass muscles, went into spasm himself and shot a huge load
into Ian's ass. He kept cumming and cumming, kept pumping and pumping,
until he is dry and Ian is crying.
	He pulled himself out of Ian, and proceeded to release and clean
the two of them up. When they have settled down, Ian laid on his father's
chest and looked into the horizon. The General saw that and asked if there
were things on his mind, but Ian said no. Only when the General theatened
to interrogate him did he spilled the beans. Apparently, his twin brother
Edward has a condition. Edward doesn't know about it, that he doesn't have
much time left. All the while, Ian had kept taps on him, either by spying
on him with the General's military resources, or by his 'twin-spin'
ability. He knows Edward has been in the shadows among his brothers. Always
the quite one, Always holding back what he wanted to do. He is also always
alone, despite living in a house with 4 other brothers. Ian could feel what
he feels, and this feeling is difficult to describe. It felt as though his
heart would explode. A bit of guilt, a hint of sadness, a trace of
nostalgia, an ounce of courage, a dab of longing, and a little shiny ray of
hope. Ian cries eevry time he feels that. He told his father how much he
wanted to do something for his twin brother, but do not know what or
how. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
	The next morning, Ian woke up first, and decided to wake his father
using the traditional method of cock-sucking. When the General woke up, and
after he fed Ian his daily dose of fresh protein, he looked into his eyes,
and told him he had an idea for Edward.


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To Be Continued in Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 1) - The
Beginning Of The End
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