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"Do we have to? Can't we just stay home for this?"

"Oh hush. You love this sort of thing."

"Ya... at home... where no one can see me". My dad had just finished telling me about his grand plan for the day, and I was less than thrilled.

"It's going to be fine", he was saying, "I've looked into this place, the people are friendly, and surprisingly accepting of this sort of thing". He was so cavalier about it that it was almost infuriating, smiling to himself happily as he drove us up the coast, while I quietly freaked out in the passenger seat. This definitely wasn't what I expected when he picked me up from school; then again, what did I expect? Getting picked up at 10:30 on a Monday...

"People? You mean Furries..."

That was rude of me, I really wasn't a racist, or a speciesist I guess you would say. I just hadn't spent much time around the Anthro community, so I was more than a little nervous to be heading to a furry beach for the afternoon, a NUDE furry beach. Not to mention what my dad had in mind for me once we got there. We lived in a gated community in the suburbs of LA, there were a couple of Anthros that lived nearby, but I can't say I'd ever really talked to them, plus the private school I went to was Humans only, again not my choice, but there it is.

"You can pout all you want", my dad chuckled, "I know you're going to enjoy it once we get there".

I stared out the window trying not to think about it, and trying to ignore the tingling sensation I was getting from trying not to think about it. Were we really going to do this? What would people say? I mean, what would the Anthros say? I'd heard that they have much fewer inhibitions about sex than humans do, especially Christians, but still... Playing Dog? With my dad? Oh how did I get into this...

My cock twitched inside my shorts, letting me know I was fully erect. Oh ya, that's how...

It had started a few months ago, shortly after my 18th birthday. I'd been home alone, or so I had thought, and like most newly 18 year old boys, I'd been taking the opportunity to explore my favorite dirty website, Master'sPet.com. I'd been wearing my Turtle Beach headphones for a surround sound experience and watching a boy about my age being fucked by a much older man. The boy was wearing a dog collar and ears while the man plowing him from behind held his leash. It was a great scene, and I shuddered in the car just thinking about it, my hand unconsciously moving to my lap.

I'd gone the full nine yards that night, sitting butt naked in my desk chair stroking myself furiously, beads of sweat glistening down my bare chest and over my washboard abs, water polo had really paid off that year. I'd watched half a dozen videos that day already, but this one took the cake. They were in a dungeon scene, and the man was treating the boy like his bitch, making him walk on all fours and eat kibble out of a dog bowl labeled 'Bitch' before mounting him doggy style. It was sooooo hot!

I had been so engrossed that I hadn't heard the garage door open and close; I hadn't heard my dad call for me as he came up the stairs, and I hadn't heard the door handle turn as he opened my door. All I heard was the man in leather tell his bitch to arch his back and call him Daddy. That had done it for me. I'd been so close to cumming that I probably wouldn't have heard an atomic bomb if it went off in my back yard.

I remember being on the verge when I felt my headphones lifted off my ears. It had taken me a second to realize what was happening, but just as realization struck, and adrenaline flooded my body to clear the fog of lust, something thick and leather was lowered over my head and pulled tight around my neck.

I had lunged forward, desperately reaching for the mouse to close the window which was still playing the hardcore gay porn I had been watching, but the leather strap closed around my neck and pulled me back hard against my chair. My heart thundered and my thoughts raced; _ OH NO!!!! SHIT!!! I've been caught, I gotta turn it off....what is this, who the...?!?!_

"So this is what you're into huh?" my father's voice spoke softly from behind me, reading the title of the video, "Daddy's Bitch".

"It's not....I don't....I'M NOT..." I stammered, trying desperately to hide what I had been doing, not realizing how entirely futile it was.

"Gay?" my father cut me off, completing the sentence I was to panicked to finish myself. "I think you're a little deeper than that my son". The adrenaline-fueled panic was fading from me by the second, being replaced by a sinking feeling of shame and embarrassment. _He's going to disown me... oh god... what have I done... _

At the time I had been so overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, that I completely missed the amused tone of mischief in his voice. "My son you've sailed right past gay and into the realm of hardcore bondage slut!" He curled the belt he was holding around his hand, and the loop around my neck tightened in response. For the first time I became aware that my dad had slipped a makeshift collar around my neck, while I sat naked watching another boy in a disturbingly similar situation. "In fact, if I didn't know any better", he whispered, leaning in close to my ear, "I'd say the thought of getting fucked by your own father turned you on".

My ears pricked up; did he just say what I think he did? _ My erection, which had flagged to nothing over the preceding moments, jerked back to life. _There's no way... This must be a dream...

_ _"There it is", the voice in my ear was taking on a seductive note, "I bet you've dreamed about being bent over and fucked like a little bitch all night".

Oh god... is this real? It can't be... No way...

_ _I was petrified, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to comprehend what was happening. The only part of my body that wasn't frozen was between my legs, and it was standing like an exclamation mark.

I was still staring straight ahead, my eyes glued to the scene before me while my mind raced with the scene playing out behind me; I heard a zipper, and then a rustling of denim falling to the floor.

"Get up." He said in the voice I had been trained to obey since birth. I stood up obediently, my mind still numb, not daring to look behind me, not daring to believe what was happening even now. I heard my desk chair roll to my right, and felt a large, firm hand press between my shoulder blades.

"Bend over."

I obeyed, resting my hands on the desk in front of my computer screen.

"Lower."

I went down on my elbows, finding myself face to face with the bitch on screen. I could look into his eyes, as he stared blankly ahead into the camera, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his mouth lolling open. His rear arched in the air while the man he called 'Daddy' gripped him firmly by the hips and pounded into him again and again.

My Fathers hand slid down my spine to the small of my back where it pressed gently but firmly. I lowered my belly and popped my hips up, mimicking the boy on screen. _ He's about my age..._ Behind me, a noise came from deep in my father's throat, it was wet and slightly repulsive, and then he spat loudly into his hand and pressed it against my backside. It felt wet and slimy, and I shivered, looking back for the first time to see my dad, standing behind me, fully nude with his hand pressed against my virgin asshole.

He was tall and handsome, dark hair and chiseled features that I had taken for granted my whole life. His shock of dark hair matched my own, his body was lean and hard, and his cock was stiff and ready.

I don't know what look was on my face, but it made him smile. His lips spread wide in a predatory grin and his middle finger pressed against my puckered ring for the first time in my young life.

I shivered and moaned, my ring clenching tightly around the trip of his finger and I had to look away. I stared straight down at my desk, my fists clenching nearly as tight as my rear as he wiggled his finger a little and chuckled from behind me. My back arched up, I could feel his fingernail wiggling deeper, working his mucus into my tight dry passage. His other hand found its way to by lower back, I can still remember the feel of the leather belt wrapped around his palm as he pushed down firmly, forcing my rear end to angle back up toward his finger.

He only got in to his first knuckle before pulling back out.

"HaaaaAAAAAAHHHhHhhhaa" I cried, my sphincter clamping tight behind him, my muscles spasming at the new sensation. I didn't have long to process what had just happened, as soon as it was out, it was back, massaging in a circle around my hole, gathering more of the slimy mucus before pressing in again. Deeper this time.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I cried at the boy on the monitor in front of me, unconsciously looking to him for help with this new sensation. He was no help. He just stared blackly back at me, his face showing nothing but slack jawed ecstasy while my father violated me from behind

I counted two knuckles this time, and then I felt his fist press against my cheeks. "Good boy", he whispered softly, "that's right, just relax and watch your little friend on screen there. Soon you'll be just like him, a submissive little BITCH". He barked the last word, his voice going low and dominant, sending a shiver down my spine that made me clench around his finger again.

I couldn't believe this was happening, I was being bent over and fingered. BY MY FATHER! I shivered again, and the rush of endorphins helped me relax for the first time since my headphones had been lifted. This was a dream come true. And I'd be damned if I let it slip away in a haze.

I lowered my chest to the desk, it was cold against my bare skin, but I used that sensation to quiet the screaming coming from my rear. I had fantasized about this half a hundred times, but the reality was nothing like what I had imagined. It took everything I had to keep my teen hole arched up while my father gently slid his finger in and out. My cheeks clenched every time he slid out, and I moaned every time he slid in. It took everything I had to keep my knees from buckling under his gentle ministrations. I wanted to be a good boy, a good little bitch, just like the boy in the video.

I have no idea how long he fingered me, to this day I marvel at his patience, but he stroked me slow and steady until my inner walls grew accustomed to the sensation. My breathing became low and regular, and my tense muscles relaxed. My eyes drooped as I focused on the pleasure of my father's finger gently rubbing me from the inside. I looked up at the monitor and knew that my eyes matched those of the bitch on screen, still being gently fucked by his master, still loving every second of it.

"Are you ready?" my father asked gently.

I knew what he meant, and I wanted it. I wanted him to penetrate me for real, to claim me as more than his son, I wanted to be his bitch, his good little boy. In that moment he could have done anything he wanted to me and I would have loved it. It was my first real taste of submission, and I loved it.

"Yes" I moaned breathlessly. I wanted it, I wanted it bad! I had been masturbating for 3 hours straight without cumming, and now I was going to get what I really wanted the whole time. To be taken like a bitch for my Alpha's pleasure, for my father's pleasure. I shivered with excitement.

He pulled his finger out all the way, and I heard him spit in his hand again. The sound made me shudder with anticipation. I felt first one hand, then the other close around my hips, and then something much larger than a finger press against my young hole. I looked back to see my father standing behind me, beaming down at me with a look that was half lust, and half pride. I had never loved him more.

His face grew serious for a moment, "This is going to hurt", he said, "ride through it, do your best not to clench, and I promise the pain will pass and it will feel better than anything you've ever felt before". Later I would wonder how he knew that, but right then all I could think about was how fat his member felt pressed against my loosened hole. "Are you ready?" he asked me for a final time, "You can say no, and all this will stop. His face had taken on a look of concern, with a hint of self-doubt over the taboo act he was about to commit, but underneath that was a look of need. A look that I knew all too well. A look I knew, in that moment, that I was mirroring right back at him.

I nodded.

His face lightened, like some great weight had been lifted. His hands tightened on my hips and his hips pressed forward, easing his hardened tip into my slick pucker. My hole pressed inward, opening slightly, but nowhere near enough, I felt it stretch painfully and I hissed in air, looking away and waiting for what I knew was coming next. He eased back, just a little, before pressing in again, and again, each time my virgin hole stretched a little more, and each time I cried out a little louder.

Uhhhhh

Huuuuhhhh

Aaaaahhh

UuuuaAAAHH I felt his tip break through, gaining a beachhead in the battle against my sphincter

He pulled back a final time, not letting his tip slip out, before with a feral growl he pulled back hard on my hips and pressed himself all the way in!

UUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAHHH Haaaaa HAaaaaa HAAAAAAAH

I screamed! My cheeks clamping tight around his huge shaft as I pushed off the desk with both hands, my hips rocking forward, desperately trying to escape the blinding pain of being stretched open for the first time. My father's hands clamped hard and he held me to his hips with an overwhelming strength that I couldn't hope to match at 18.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh" he cooed in my ear, forcefully ignoring my cries of pain, "relax, RELAX, let it pass"

I pushed against his hips, trying to push him out of me wile every muscle in my body spasmed and cried out that this was wrong. "It's OK, its ok" he insisted calmly while I struggled against him, "it'll pass, don't clench"

I fought and cried to get away, my hole was on fire, screaming for relief as my cheeks clenched down hard, trying to expel the enormous phallus that was lodged inside me. And through all of it he held me, cooing softly and reassuringly, enforcing his will upon me, commanding me to be calm.

My struggles got weaker and weaker, my energy spent, my muscles flooded with endorphins to numb the pain. My cheeks clenched feebly, once, twice, three times, and then went limp, admitting defeat, and surrendering to the Phallus between them. The phallus that had made me had now made me its bitch.

With an exhausted sigh, I slumped forward, landing hard on my desk and shuddering as the change of angle forced my father's tip against something deep inside me, something I had only heard of but never felt, something that sent a shock of pleasure through my sore and spasm ravaged body. I shivered and moaned at the feel, my cheeks clenching one more time, but this time it was different, the stretching pain was gone, and in its place was a deep never felt before pleasure.

"I told you so" my father said from behind me, "the first time is always the hardest, you'll get used to it. You'll have lots of practice".

What?...

_ _His hand returned to my lower back, and I shivered and moaned as his cock shifted inside me when I popped my hips back up like I knew he wanted. He let me sit there for a minute or two, exploring the feeling of his cock inside me. I shifted my hips up and down left and right, feeling him press against all of my inner walls, and flicking his tip over that special spot again and again. Up and Down, Up and Down I found myself panting with each motion, seeing his cock shifting inside me with my mind's eye, while my eyes slid out of focus and stared blankly into oblivion. _This must be what the bitch in the video had felt... _ Up and Down, Up and Down _I could stay here forever, as long as this feeling lasts... _Up and Down, Up and Down.

Through it all my father just stood there, squeezing my hips on occasion and letting me play with his cock inside me. Occasionally I would hear him let out a heavy breath, and I would squeeze my cheeks around his shaft, making both of us moan in unison. My own shaft was rock hard, harder that I had ever been, and I could feel it twitch and ooze every time my father's tip passed over that certain spot deep inside me.

I don't know how long I laid there, rocking my hips up and down on his shaft. But eventually he decided it wasn't enough, that I had had enough time to acclimate, and that it was time for him to take control.

He pulled back on the belt looped around my neck, lifting my head off the desk where it had been lolling in a growing puddle of drool. With his other hand on my hip, he slowly pulled himself out of me. I shuddered anew, the alien sensation enhanced by the fact the spit he had used as lube had dried up, and his cock felt almost glued to my passage. I shuddered and clenched the whole agonizing withdrawal, until only his tip was left.

He leaned over me, pressing his firm stomach against my back until he could whisper in my ear, "Sorry kiddo, next time I'll bring some real lube, but for now this will have to do". _Next time? _He stood up again and hawked another fat wad of spit, letting it fall lazily from his mouth till it landed where his shaft met my hole. I shuddered in disgust.

Then he was pressing in again, the wet mucus lubing his shaft as he did. I tried to get away, but the belt around my neck pulled tight and held me in place, I had no recourse but to moan loudly into his thrust.

He chuckled behind me, "it's a good thing your mom's not home, can you imagine what she would think of this?" I had forgotten all about mom, my face burned red at the thought and my sphincter clenched. _What time is it? _She'd be home soon, any minute probably.

Dad's hips pressed against my butt and his tip pressed against my farthest wall. I moaned loudly. Then he was pulling out again, all the way to the tip before pressing right back in. He built a slow and steady rhythm, moaning behind me with each thrust and yanking on my makeshift collar, just like the man in the video. I was in ecstasy, I had never felt anything like this, and I loved every minute of it.

"Uuuuugh, Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me hard" I heard myself say the line I had heard so often in pornos and blushed to realize what a slut I was being. Daddy didn't seem to mind. He gripped my hips harder and obliged his little slut, gathering momentum and speed with every thrust until I could hear his hips clapping against my cheeks with every thrust. I moaned without control, a mixture of pleasure and pain rolling through me with each trust until I couldn't control myself! I found myself screaming out with every thrust! "YES!!!"..."FUCK"..."MEEEEEEE"...."DAAAA"..."DEEEE"!!!!!!!

His thrusts grew eratic and hit a fever pitch, his balls slapping against mine as my head bumped against my monitor. I could feel my climax building, pressure extending from my balls all the way to my tip

"DON'T STOP"!!!

"FUCK"

"FUCK"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I came in a roaring torrent, ropes shooting from my cock like I had never felt before! Over and over my body was wracked by waves of pleasure as my Father continued to fuck me from Behind!

He wasn't far behind me, within a few thrusts I heard him roar out his pleasure as he drove his hips against mine! Slamming me forward into my desk until my head hit the monitor and the monitor hit the wall behind it.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! "He roared! Emptying his load into his own son like a feral dog breeding a bitch! And I moaned and took it. My head smashed sideways against the monitor, looking back at him, every muscle on his body was clenched, his fingers digging into my hips so hard he drew blood, his hips pressed against mine and his head tilted up to the ceiling, roaring his pleasure to the sky! I felt his cock twitch in me with every little thrust he gave, unwilling to pull back but unable to stop humping his breeding bitch for as long as his orgasm lasted.

I watched him cum, and I came, my hips milking his shaft for everything he had while my balls emptied themselves onto the floor. I was limp, and exhausted, and I knew that if he wasn't holding me up I would have slumped to the floor right then and there. It was the greatest moment of my life, and I wanted it to last forever.

Eventually his orgasm did subside. His thrusts ceased and his grip relaxed, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He slapped my ass possessively and gripped it hard, letting me know I was his, any time he wanted. I nodded, agreeing to his unspoken declaration of ownership and he *Hmph'ed approvingly.

"Good Boy", he said lovingly, "now clean yourself up, and keep this to yourself, your mother will be home with dinner any minute". Then he slid out of me, and I slid to my knees unable to do anything but kneel in front of my desk and nod obediently. He gathered up his clothes, except for his belt, which he left as a reminder of my new place in the family, and went to take a shower.

I knelt there for a long time, my father's cum leaking out of me onto the floor. My muscles were too weak to move, so I just sat there, watching the final moments of the video on screen.

The man in leather had picked up speed, fucking his bitch with a furious need. In the silence of my room, I could hear them panting and moaning from my headphones. The man pulled up hard on the leash, forcing his bitch upright. He gripped his charge by the neck and cock, choking him and working him at the same time. The bitches moaning hit a high note and his cock erupted, followed soon after by a roar from the man in leather. I now knew the pleasure they were sharing, and I felt strangely close to the bitch in the video.

They were coming down now, the camera zooming in on the Bitch's face, and just for a second, his eyes grew clear and took on a knowing presence and he winked.

To Be Continued

Author's Note: Hey guys, long time no see! this is one that I've been thinking about for a while now and finally got motivated to write. Like most of my stuff it ran long and is turning into a two-parter, Hope you enjoyed the Yiff, part 2 coming soon!