Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2013 11:42:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Nifty <nifty_addict@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE STEPDAD LOVES HIS BOY - 2

This story contains sex involving a step-dad and his teenage son.
It is mostly fictional.
If you are under 18, you should stop right here.

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The first fortnight went by like a dream.

The Dad and his Boy shared immense love. They were in physical body contact
practically 24 hours of the day. Luke was constantly touching, sniffing,
licking, sucking or massaging the various parts of his Hot Daddy. They were
in a tight hug most of the time. Tariq would take a swig of the beer and
pass it from his mouth to the mouth to his Boy. Or after drinking a few
cans of beer he would be pissing into his Boy's mouth. When Tariq was
watching television, Luke would be on the floor, nibbling at his feet,
sucking his toes like a pet dog. Or the Boy would be sitting in his lap,
his legs on either side and his head on his shoulder - the way a baby
monkey clings to its mother. Or he would be sucking his nipples or licking
his armpits.

Tariq had never felt this way before. Neither had he ever imagined that
such intense emotion could ever be experienced.

His staff would send him his files for him to go though at home. But he
could not be a long-distance business for too long and he had to soon be
physically present in the office. It was not really very difficult- after
all he had set up office in the outhouse, not further than 30 meters away
from where he lived.

Tariq would now watch Luke at the office using the half a dozen cameras he
had set up in his den and bedroom. The Boy would walk around naked. He had
come up with many innovative ideas, one of which was lying on the bed,
pointing his ass towards one of the cameras and fuking himself with a
dildo.

Between meetings and pushing files, Luke was constantly available for Tariq
to watch.

Then about a month later Tariq had some bad news at work. There was an
accident at one of the projects in Jacksonville. It was a fire at a site,
which had been sub-contracted to his company; the damage was severe and
there was a likelihood of a loss huge. Who would take responsibility for
the accident? The architects would come down heavily on them and he would
have to fight aggressively to avoid it.

He couldn't take Luke with him since he would be taking his partners along.

Luke was distraught. He insisted on keeping a few unwashed boxers for him
to sniff, whenever he missed Daddy. Out of these, one was soaked with
Daddy's cum and the 2nd soaked in Daddy's piss.  He didn't step out of the
room and spent most of the time in bed.  Dad could see him as he fuked
himself with a dildo or sucked at the soiled boxers.

"I want to see you getting fuked for real," said Tariq one evening, when he
had settled down with his drink.

Even before Luke could say anything he heard some commotion downstairs.

"I think there is someone who has come to visit you and fulfill my wishes."

"You mean you want to see me getting rammed and a person has already come
to take care of that?" asked Luke incredulously.

"Yes, there is a man downstairs who is gonna fuk you, and fuk your
hard. Fuk the shit out of that cute asshole for yours for Daddy to watch."

Luke got into his shorts and t-shirt and peeped out of the door. His mom
was speaking angrily to some middle-aged man downstairs.  He was a huge man
and had a thick, drooping moustache. From his T-shirt you could tell that
he had a paunch.

Pricilla tried to push him out of the door but the man was too big for
her. He only began to grope her tits.

 "Pussy, let him up," yelled Luke, "I am expecting him"

The man looked up, but continued with whatever he was up to. He took
Pricilla's hand and place it on his crotch. There was little Pricilla could
do. But she began to kneed and massage the cock, though she did not stop
shouting at him to get out. The hunk pushed her to her knees and pressed
his crotch to her face. Pricilla seemed going along willingly. Then he
slapped her and pushed her. Pricilla fell down and he walked up the stairs.

He stood before Luke and gave him a dirty look. The fuker looks positively
evil, thought Luke.

"I represent your Dad's client."

"Oh sorry! I am expecting someone else, not Dad's client."

"Oh no, I am the one you are expecting. You are Luke Ortega, right?"

Luke nodded.

" I am the one you are expecting all right ... Your Stepdad's been fuking
your asshole and he now wants to share that pretty shithole with me too."

He gave Luke an evil grin and pushed him into the room.

"I am Cruz Ortega."

Luke nearly fainted. This was his biological father. That explained why
Pricilla was getting so angry. But the man was much older than he had
imagined. Cruz was nearly 55 - 60 years old - that would make him nearly 20
years older than his mom and 40 years older than him. How could he be his
father?

"Don't put on an act, Asshole. I know you want Daddy's cock up your
asshole."

Cruz grabbed Luke by his hair.

"I have had a long drive and need to pee badly; open your mouth Shitface
for some divine water from your real Father's cock."

He pushed him to his knees with great force. He pulled out his cock, about
7 inches long, and shoved it into Luke's mouth. Cruz was broad shouldered,
with a huge pectorals and big paunch. His huge arms were hairy, so it was
obviously he was hairy all over. He took off his shirt and one could see he
was a weight lifter at one time, but now he had man-boobs with huge nips,
covered with white fur - which looked really good.

"Are the cameras on us now? Or do we need to go near the bed?" said Cruz
looking around for the cameras. "My friend, I am sure, does not want to
miss out on any of the action."

"We are ok Sir. Daddy can see the entire room," said Luke matter-of-factly,
taking the cock in this mouth once again.

Cruz started pissing. Some of it was overflowing from the edges of Luke's
mouth and dripping to the floor. Finally the flow stopped. Instinctively
Luke bent down began licking the piss on the floor.
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Tariq was sitting in his hotel room in Jasonville watching every bit of the
action. He was sitting in his jock strap, stroking his cock and his
nipples.

There was a knock on the door. Tariq answered it. There was a room service
boy outside with a tray. He was kind of small but cute. Curly head and blue
eyes. He eyed Tariq and let his eyes linger on Tariq's bulging
crotch. Tariq walked in the room and the boy had a view of Tariq's bare
hairy ass as he followed him into the room. He walked past Tariq and lay
the tray with the ice bucket and scotch on the table. The laptop with the
images of Cruz fuking Luke was for him to see.

 "Is there anything else you want Sir?"

Tariq did not say anything but stroked his crotch.

The boy needed no further instructions. He simply went down on Tariq. He
grabbed the jock strap and pulled it down. He blew Tariq as if there was no
tomorrow. Tariq grabbed his hair banged his head against the wall as he
fuked his mouth, but there was no sign of the boy giving up on Tariq's
beautiful cock. The cock fuked deep into the boy's throat, but evidently he
was experienced and had no difficulty being deep throated by Tariq.

Then the boy wanted to shove his face into the shithole too. For the past
two days Tariq had not touched his shithole. At home he had gotten so used
to Luke licking it clean, that he refused to wipe or soap is during
shower. Now he was certain that his hairy crack was a mess. The boy
attacked it with renewed vigor, thrilled to find it crusted with
dingleberries. Tariq felt good once it was cleaned out. He turned the boy
over and fuked him viciously, pinching the nipples hard. But the boy did
not complain.  He only made moaning sound for all the pain that was
inflicted.

 Tariq ejaculated and refused to touch the boy.

"Fuk off, asshole. And here's the tip. He spat on the boys face."

"Thank you Sir," said the boy, genuinely grateful.

"That's my stepson, getting fuked by his real dad," said Tariq, seeing the
boy looking at the laptop screen astonished.

"Really?!.... You are a beautiful man Sir. Thank you once again for abusing
me, Sir."

"Fuk off Cunt."

"I will be happy to clean your asshole for you wish Sir, during your stay
here."

"If you are good, I will feed you too."

The boy's eyes began to gleam.

"Now go and eat your own fuking shit."

He left shutting the door behind him.

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Luke thought Cruz looked like Henry Pope, the nasty prison warden from
Prison Break, a series which he loved to watch on television.  But they
looked surprising alike, in a weird sort of a way. The father was an
uglier, more gross version of the son, depending how you looked at it. But
Luke could not see the resemblance.

To see them fuking each other was erotic. Erotic? The violence with which
the Dad was performing it was less erotic and more like animals moaning and
fuking.  Cruz was giving Luke the treatment he thought Luke deserved. Luke
was surprised with himself. Inspite of all the physical and mental
battering he was receiving, he was enjoying it.

"Take this my son from your sicko father," he said, cock pounding the
pretty rosebud. "Take my cock my Shitfaced, Pussy Boy," yelled Cruz.

"Rape your sick, pussy-boy, Dad. Ram his shithole with your big
cock... Tear it apart," yelled the sick kinky son right back.

All through this, the door wasn't shut and as usual Pricilla stood
watching, and not too discretely. And as usual her hand was under her skirt
rubbing her clit. The mobile phone in her pocket rang. The men looked
towards the door but continued fuking. In fact Cruz began pumping Luke with
renewed vigor.

"Let me show your Mom, how I fuk my Son...her Son. A Son I didn't
want.... But now love to fuk," his voice louder so that Priscilla could
hear him.

Pricilla ran down the passage to the other room to answer the phone. It was
Tariq.

"What are you doing, Bitch? Watching the men fuk?" he asked
matter-of-factly. "I want a complete report when I get back. I want you to
describe everything to me great detail."

"I can't do...."

"Don't you talk back Cunt. He represents my client, and I want you to do
everything to keep him happy. Did you get that?"

Pricilla mumbled something.

"Did you hear that? You will eat his shit, if he asks you to."

"Yes Sir," barely audible. Will ex-husband actually do that, she wondered.

The door-bell rang and she ran to answer it. Gary, was at the door. Gary
who worked for her husband and who along with his twin brother, Greg, fuked
her regularly. She felt good. She had begun to feel very horny watching her
husband fuk their son, and she wanted a fuk real bad. Gary pinched both her
nipples hard then pushed her aside.

"I am not here to fuk you, Bitch. I am wanted upstairs."

He strode up the stairs, unbuttoning himself and was naked by the time he
reached the room. He looked down and saw Pricilla looking up, shocked and
hurt. Gary laughed because he couldn't tell whether she was more shocked or
more hurt. He threw his clothes at her. They stung her hard on her face,
but she didn't utter a word. She was used to being treated like this all
her life and begun to accept it, even enjoy it.

Pricilla had met many sweet, charming men in her life. But she'd thought
they were wimps and never took them seriously, they never turned her
on. The more the men abused her, greater the respect she had for them, the
more sexually aroused she was by them.

It was probably because when she was growing up, her brother received all
the "good" attention, while she always got the "bad" attention. Which
meant, she was always treated like shit by all - her brother, her dad and
even her uncles. She had once caught her father slurping at his son's cock
with great pleasure. That is when both her father and brother had started
ill-treating her. They had even encouraged her uncles to rape her
regularly. So she had grown up believing that women are meant to be used
and abused. So as an adult, to feel sexually fulfilled she had to be
slapped around and fuked hard. She had been drawn only to coarse, sadistic
men.

And best of all she had learnt to act hurt- physically and
emotionally. When she was slapped she screamed in pain though she felt more
pleasure than pain. The more she pretended to be hurt, the greater was the
pleasure, the sadistic men experienced. She played all the games they
wanted her to, with great finesse. But few occasions she cherished - when
Tariq had got one of his men to fist fuk her a few times, while he
watch. It was hard when it was up her ass. She preferred a fist up her
vagina. But she did not complain as usual.  ___________________________

Tariq was on his way back. It was decided that his company was not culpable
for the accident. And that was wholly because of Mr. Cruz Ortega's
intervention, who had certified that the blame lay entirely with the
contracting company which handled the electricals, not with Tariq's.

When he was alighting from the aircraft, he received a call from Cruz
Ortega.  "You owe me a good fuk, Son," he said. "Get ready to get your
macho, hairy asshole pounded when you get home."

"Of Course," said Tariq. Ortega, that delusional bastard, he thought to
himself.

When he got home and walked up to his room he was surprised to see a party
in progress. His entire male staff, Matt, the twins and a few of others
were waiting for him, along with Cruz. A couple of construction workers
were also there scratching their ball, for good measure. Most of them had
skimpy towels wrapped around their waist. The twins were strutting around
in thongs. And Luke was chained in a corner, facing the corner, nude.

As soon as Tariq entered, his clothes were torn. He was pinned to the
bed. A dirty underwear wear was shoved into his mouth. Though he was a very
strong man he could not fight the half a dozen men, equally
strong. Probably he did not want to fight them either.

He remembered the time before he started working out and became a
bodybuilder, when he was a skinny 17 yer old boy. The entire team of
masseurs at the Turkish humam, in Istanbul, where he worked, had fuked him
- all 12 of them, one after another. So today was he to be fuked by his
entire workforce?. They tied him to the bed and got started. One after
another they fuked him. Fuked him hard in his ass and mouth. They pinched
his nips; fuked his mouth; pulled his pubes and kicked him in his sides
till he screamed; pissed on his face and then licked it off; sucked his
cock and licked his balls; sat on his face and farted, then made him lick
their shitty hole; fuked his hole and then with same shitty cock fuked his
mouth.

He was an object for use and abuse.

Tariq let it all happen, not that he had much of a choice.

He didn't know at what point he had crossed the line from disgust... to
pleasure...  to rapturous gratification.

He knew his life had changed forever...  Now he would need to be used by
Cruz, for him to be aroused, to feel satisfied. His relationship with his
Boy had ended. Now he realized that though he was a hairy, macho hunk, he
was Master Cruz's Bitch for life.

After all the men had left, he lay at Master Cruz's feet licking his
Master's boot. Master's other boot was on his head and kneading his head
and face, hurting his face till his lips bled. He looked up at his Master,
who sat indifferent to his existence. He'd never imagined he would ever
find someone like Cruz physically attractive. But now when he looked up at
him from the floor he saw a very attractive man, with broad shoulders, huge
pecs, big man-boobs and big paunch, covered with fur that was greying in
may areas. Yes, he did look like the warden from his favorite prison series
on television.

Luke was no longer his boy. He was Curz's son and now only meant for Cruz's
pleasure. At the moment he was sucking Curz's cock.

Tariq got back to his job of licking Master's boots, waiting for his
Master's next command.

Cruz leered at the Bitch at his feet. It got kinky pleasure watching this
muscled, hairy, hunk licking his boot. He shoved his foot into Tariq's
mouth and with the other he pressed his head down. His son was in the
meantime sucking his cock.

"Raise you ass," snapped Cruz at Tariq. "I want to finger fuk you."

The Bitch obediently raised his ass and Cruz shoved his fingers into his
asshole. When he pulled them out his fingers were messy.  He pulled out his
cock from Lukes mouth and shoved the fingers in his mouth.

"Clean them Pig," he said.

Luke licked and sucked at the dirty fingers.  Cruz looked at his
boots. There was blood on them... blood from Tariq's mouth... He kicked
Tariq in the face.

"You have not polished the boots properly, Cunt."

Cruz Ortega felt a sense of immense power. He felt good. He couldn't have
had it better.

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If you like this story please read my other stories on this site:

COACHING A DAD AND SON- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/coaching-a-dad-and-his-son

DAD GRANDDAD AND I- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dad-granddad-and-i

THE JOB INTERVIEW- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/the-job-interview

MY DADDY'S PIG- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-daddys-pig

MY FATHER-IN-LAWS BITCH-   http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/father-in-laws-bitch

THE SON RETURNS- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-son-returns