FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The idea for this story was suggested by SmolMage.

---

Gregor Pinegazer had recently become king after his dad Clarc had gotten too old for the job. Gregor's kingdom wasn't the smallest of the realm, but the superb organization of the council enabled him to enjoy quite a lot of free time which he mostly liked to spend with his dad, but not in the way one might think...

Gregor had made good use of his newly gained power, and the fact that his dad wasn't as strong anymore as he once was. The kobold had dedicated an entire room of the many he owned for his father, in which stood a sturdy bed with a multitude of chackles tightly stripped around Clarc's naked form, a nightstand with a bunch of tools standing nearby.

Just as every day, Gregor entered the musky room and locked the heavy door behind him, ensuring no one could see or prevent his actions. He tried keeping his father fed and hydrated, wanting to continue having fun with him for as long as possible, but other than that, he didn't really care about his wellbeing. As far as he was concerned, Clarc was a slave to him, a slave that would take care of his desires. Gregor had heard stories of previous kings doing similar things which made him feel better about himself, even though the previous kings mostly enslaved a female warden and not their own father.

"Hey dad, ready for another round?" Gregor said absentmindedly, not caring for Clarc's answer, already picking up a few things off the nightstand for the following session. The things he picked up were two nose-plugs Gregor liked to use to make things a bit more intense. He plugged them into Clarc's nostrils, forcing him to breathe through his mouth.

The kobold's son then stripped down his clothes, his needy ten inch member quickly emerging from his sheath, Gregor getting onto the bed to kneel in front of his dad's snout, slapping his hardened shaft against it. Clarc was lucky to have his nostrils blocked, because otherwise he would have smelled the shear intensity of musk radiating off of that member, Gregor rarely bathing, specifically to preserve that natural musk.

After teasing his dad, Gregor didn't hesitate any longer, opening Clarc's maw with his paws and forcefully pushing the glistening meat into Clarc's warm muzzle. Although Clarc's sense of smell was blocked, his taste wasn't, causing his tastebuds to be instantly overwhelmed by the incredibly intense aroma of his son's cock, the intoxicating slit fluids coating it quickly finding their way down his throat. Gregor loved the sensations of his sensitive spire getting embraced by a warm throat, and therefore didn't hesitate to push the rest of his length into his dad's throat, causing him to gag multiple times in the process and beg for air, Gregor's thick cock making it almost entirely impossible to breathe.

Clarc's tight throat added with Gregor's forceful thrust caused a sizeable spurt of precum to get released right into his dad's throat, Gregor taking this as a signal to start rhythmically thrusting in and out of that inviting and well used throat, completely ignoring his father's gags and spasming chest in the process, his heavy balls repeatedly slapping against his snout whilst his very sweaty sheath rammed got rammed against Clarc's muzzle, generously coating it with his heavy musk and slit fluids.

Gregor moaned out in delight, his dad's throat feeling unbelievably good around his bumps and ridges, Clarc's gagging only causing his son's cock to get fantastically massaged by his throat. The already musk filled room got even fuller of strong pheromones and wet slapping sounds, added with the occasional slurp and desperate gasp for air of Gregor's 'slave'.

The kobold wasn't that quick in reaching his orgasm, which meant Clarc always had to 'suffer' in this state for quite some time, the metal restraints leaving him no other way than to bear his son's cruel actions. Gregor continued forcefully thrusting his painfully hard meat into his father's maw, reaching quite an intense pace in doing so, causing more and more sweat to build up, especially on his groin, resulting in the occasional small breaths that Clarc somehow managed to draw being fully filled with the strong smell of his son's sweaty and musky groin, his entire neck getting coated with the sweat of Gregor's hefty balls.

His lungs protested in pain, receiving significantly less oxygen than they'd need to, causing his mind to enter a hazy state, his body giving in more and more to his 'master', accepting his fate.

But eventually, Gregor hit his orgasm, his painfully full balls finally tightening up to pump their seed through his mighty spire, right into his dad's throat, pushing in one last time to keep his cock buried as deep as possible during his climax, causing Clarc to nearly fall unconscious by the complete inability to breathe for a painfully long moment.

Gregor however, screamed in delight, his entire mind filling with pure bliss, his thick cock spasming madly, unloading his massive load that waited the entire day in his musky balls to get released, shot after shot of hot creamy cum filling Clarc up to the brim, ensuring Gregor he wouldn't need to feed him for the rest of the day.

When the powerful shots of spunk finally subsided after what felt like an entirety to Clarc, Gregor very slowly pulled out, for one thing wanting to savor the moment, and for the other enjoying the desperate heaves of Clarc's chest. After the very audible 'plop' of the kobold's shaft exiting his father's maw, one could hear the desperate heaves of air, accompanied with sudden gulps of the remnants of cum in his throat. Gregor truly loved watching Clarc's expression during this process, but he definitely wasn't done with him quite yet...

Gregor loved playing with his dad's slit, turning around so that he was facing it, his own groin in the meantime resting on Clarc's face, ensuring he'd continue inhaling his son's heavy musk. Similarly, Gregor was now greatly able to smell his dad's musk, his muzzle just inches away from his groin, but he wasn't about to give him a blowjob, that'd be too generous, no, he began moving his paw along Clarc's sheath, inserting a few fingers from time to time. Satisfied with his exploration, his fingers now drenched in thick slit fluids, he licked them off of his paw, just as always enjoying his father's taste, his tastebuds begging him to get more, the taste being unbelievably strong due to the fact that Gregor very very rarely bathed his dad. So he pressed his muzzle against Clarc's sheath, sticking out his tongue to lick across the surface, cleaning off the outer fluids, to then dive it in, his dad gasping in surprise, Gregor's strong forked tongue now rummaging about in the sheath, trying to coat as much surface of his tongue with the delicious fluids, to then slurp them up, eating out his dad.

When he was sure that almost all fluids had been sucked out, he shifted around the bed, lining up his spire with his dad's slit, readying for the next step. He waited a bit until he'd reached full mast and hardness again, and then guided his tip to Clarc's sheath with his paw, pushing it in slightly to ensure it'd stay. He then began with small thrusts, thrusting his hips forward and down to push his meaty spire in and out of his dad's sheath, increasing his pace with every thrust. Clarc in the meantime groaned in both pain and pleasure, but Gregor didn't pay that any attention, his goal was to properly fuck his dad's sheath and fill it up with the residue in his balls that was left over from the last 'disposal'.

Gregor had to admit, the feeling of Clarc's sheath around his sensitive tip and the occasional bumping against Clarc's cocktip was quite something to behold, added with the fact that his mating organ was especially sensitive from the very recent orgasm, resulting in him enjoying his peak quicker than usual.

When he came, the kobold's shaft once again twitched like there was no tomorrow, forcefully releasing his precious load as if trying to impregnate his father, but instead, it properly filled Clarc's sheath with plenty of hot spunk...his son's spunk.

But as Gregor calmed down from his lovely second orgasm, he got quite displeased with the fact that his father was currently effortlessly breathing, even though in Gregor's mind, this was a luxury only reserved for himself. So he removed his cock from Clarc's sheath and got off the bed, once again walking over to the nightstand to, this time, grab a sturdy robe, perfect for strangulation.

Clarc already knew what was coming, the still present marks on his neck showing that this wasn't the first time Gregor did this, whimpering in displeasure. Gregor went over to that abused neck, and tied the robe around it, stripping it tight and tying a knot, Clarc instantly starting to gasp for air, but Gregor ignored it, he knew from all the previous times that his dad would survive this.

Satisfied with the restricted air supply, Gregor went back to Clarc's sheath, some spurts of cum visibly flowing out of it, greatly displeasing Gregor seeing his precious seed drip to waste, so he told his dad to slurp up the semen from his slit with his hands if he'd like him to untie the rope again, Clarc quickly going to work, the prospect of receiving air again being undeniably appealing to his lungs.

Gregor had a mischievous smile on his face as he watched his dad 'eating himself out', his wrinkled paws desperately trying to cup as much semen out of his sheath as possible and bring it to his maw, trying his best to gulp it down, which wasn't that easy with the tight robe around his neck. Gregor deeply enjoyed seeing his creamy essence getting properly consumed by his dad, carefully listening for the lovely sounds Clarc's throat made whenever he tried to gulp the cum down whilst also trying to somehow get some air.

When Clarc eventually managed to get almost all of the cum out of his sheath, Gregor sat next to him and inserted a few fingers into the abused sheath, deciding his dad had done a great job and had therefore deserved an orgasm of his own. But since he was still his son's slave, Gregor decided to leave the rope on during the pleasurable part to equal things out, because otherwise it would be 'too good to be true'.

He very roughly fingered his dad's slit, focusing his attention on the cocktip inside, a few inches emerging from the sheath in the process. Gregor very swiftly squished and swirled around the emerging shaft, knowing full well that with the asphyxiation, his dad would come in no time.

And he was right, just a few rough strokes later, his dad's cock sprayed like a firehose, Gregor quickly aiming it so that the cum wouldn't hit him, but land on Clarc's upper body, so that Clarc would have to clean his own cum off later. The gasps for air got even louder now that his orgasming body demanded a surplus of oxygen, which it barely received however, once again making his mind hazy and increasing the intensity of his orgasm to intense levels.

Even as his dad was still orgasming, Gregor was already getting up again, not wanting to provide his dad any unnecessary pleasure, walking over to his greatly reddened neck to release the robe as soon as Clarc had fully orgasmed. After once again returning all the tools, including the nose plugs, back to the nightstand, everything was ready for the next round tomorrow, Gregor satisfied leaving the room and locking it behind him, already looking forward to tomorrow, when he would once again make good use of his enslaved dad.