Bradley?
So this one is a little short, but it's a theme I've really been getting off to lately: what if your boyfriend found your dad fucking you? The story is concise and short, but the fetishry is there for the truly depraved. 18+ only, contains themes of incest between a consenting father and son. Enjoy~
Cooper glances over at the empty seat next to him and sighs lightly, looking back to his psychology professor lecturing the zombified audience of the class. He rests his elbow on the desk and his head on his paw, the other twiddling around a blue ink pen. He looks up at the clock and sees it's twenty minutes past the start of class.
"Where the hell is he?" He mutters, snapping out of his trance to pull out his phone discreetly. He pulls up his messages and goes to "Hubby" with several heart emojis.
Hey, where are you? You're late. Again. You know you can't miss too many more of these classes, babe. You okay?
He purses his lips, the young coyote tucking his phone back into his jeans pocket. He taps his foot and awaits impatiently.
Some time passes before he feels a vibrating, basically scrambling to get his phone out.
Hey, sorry! Out sick today bc I kinda felt like crap. I'll seeya sometime this week, but we can call later. Love you and copy those notes for me babe!
Coop smiles and rolls his eyes, putting his phone away. He feels a bit more relaxed and turns his attention back to the professor; something about Freud and his beliefs on adolescence. White noise.
Cooper and Bradley have been dating for about three or so years, both being sophomores in college. They met that one fateful day when they were put in the same class in high school-geometry if he recalled correctly. Ever since then they were the best of friends, eventually the pair coming out to each other on a particularly romantic outing disguised as "hanging out."
"Something about you, I don't... I usually don't think about these things-but you, you do something to me. I... really like you, Coop."
The thought of their first unofficial date rang through his ears, small butterflies fluttering inside his guts.
I think I'm gonna bring him some food later. Maybe a sandwich from Harry's. He smiles at the thought of taking care of his love, his mood refreshed with a new sense of mind. He waits out the rest of the lecture and looks at his phone for the time. It's a little past noon, so surely that big bad wolf of his would be hungry at this hour. God knows he could eat the house if he so pleased.
The coyote happily leaves class at dismissal, going and getting in his Hyundai, starting her up and cranking some tunes. He sings along to a Metallica song, slapping his steering wheel at the particularly intense parts of Sanitarium while he goes towards Lincoln Plaza for that sammie. Coop gets out, orders Brad's favorite, an Italian club, and starts his journey towards Brad's dad's place. His boyfriend's parents split up a while ago, and he usually just stayed with his father after he became an adult. Apparently his mom was too hopped up on stims to contribute much to the household, so Brad's dad finally had enough and split from her. The wolf never shared too much into his history, just the basics. That was fine with Coop. The past is the past-like that analogy about letting the sleeping dog lie.
Cooper parks his car on the side of the road in front of the house, stepping out and softly shutting the door. Brad's dad was pretty fond of Coop, so much so that he gave the yote a key to the house in case he ever wanted to come over. It was nice not being hated by a homophobe every time he wanted to be with his boyfriend. It was truly a blessing how accepting he was of their relationship. Coop grabs the bag of food and gathers his things, stepping out onto the road and pads over to the front door. He carefully unlocks the door to keep the food and visit a surprise, stepping inside and gently shutting the door. He saw Brad's dad-or Charles' car out front, so he must be home checking in on Brad to make sure he's okay.
Cooper quietly walks up the stairs on his tippy toes, moving his ears front and center to listen to any noise as he approaches Brad's room. He hears light music playing as he gets closer, smiling to himself as he imagines all the shit Brad is gonna give him for a surprise visit while he's sick.
"You'll get sick, dummy! Leave! Begone!" He imagines, causing himself to smirk and shake his head. He loves that big dumb wolf.
The coyote makes his way up to the door and hears a muffled voice come from the other side. Coop stops and furrows his brow, leaning in to listen a little. Maybe he was playing on his Playstation?
"Ah...ahh..." he hears, him placing his ear up to the door. He feels his heart drop a little, but didn't wanna come to any conclusions. Would he really be jacking off or using a toy with his dad at home? That seems like a risky situation to put himself in.
The sounds of plapping fill his ears when he moves in closer, and hears two voices come from the other side.
"Nnrgh... fuck... gonna cum soon!" He hears Charles say plain as day. He almost gasps and feels a massive cold burst flow through his body. There was no way in fucking hell Bradley was having sex with his dad. He surely had to be tripping. His heart suddenly pounded like a drum and he felt his limbs shake softly as a cold sweat took over. He huffs his breath and slowly turns the doorknob, gently opening the door just a crack for him to peek through.
He looks over at the bed and hears loud plaps as two arctic wolves face away from Cooper, the larger of the two pumping his hips into the other while holding his tail up with a paw. It was undeniable: Bradley, the man he's known for years and fallen in love with, shared many intimate times with, someone who's-
"Ahhh! Nnph, ahh! Fuck, Brad, I'm cumming!"
"Ah! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You just knotted me!" Brad cries out, his big canine dick hanging and leaking between his legs as Charles' balls slap against his son's ass for one final time before tying.
Charles moans rather loudly and hunches over his son, the older man panting and spasming his hips as he unloads his potent, fatherly sperm in his son's ass.
"Rrgh, rrgh, rrgh," Charles grunts as he humps his cum deep into Brad's butt. "Heh. Whew, gonna be stuck like this for a while huh? Sorry. I couldn't help it, it's instinct." Charles says, slapping his son's ass with a loud whap.
"Mm fuck~" Brad says as they sit there tied and brad being filled to the brim
"Here, lemme help you out," Charles says as Cooper watches him reach down and start to jack his son off, still softly grinding his hips while he seeds his offspring.
Bradley starts to moan as his father begins the masturbate him, Cooper dropping the bag of food with some tears welling up in his eyes.
"Bradley?" He says with a whimper, the two males suddenly turning around in horror.
"Cooper!" Bradley scrambles and begins to try and untie, tugging on his father's dick stuck in his ass.
"Fuck! Why are you here!?" He yells, tugging on his dad's dick further to try and untie.
Cooper turns and runs out of the room, feeling his guts dissipate into nothingness at the fact of catching his boyfriend being bred by his own father. He sobs softly and feels his vision begin to blur, the world around him coming crashing down. He was being cheated on, he wasn't enough, he felt inferior and fucking worthless. He wasn't enough. His boyfriend's father had to step in and fucking knot him because he wasn't enough.
The coyote runs out of the house and doesn't look back, scrambling to find his keys in his pocket. He shakes and drops his keys, tears streaming down his face. No way this was happening.
"NO WAY!" he screams, feeling his mental drain to zero. He scrambles his way into his car and tries sticking his keys in the ignition, failing the first three or so times. He glances once more at the door to the house and suddenly sees Bradley running out of the house with some jeans on and no shirt.
"Cooper! Wait!" Bradley yells, keeping his pants held up with a finger in the belt strap. "Please! Don't go!" He screams, approaching the car and tapping on the window. "Baby, please come back and let me explain!" He looks frantic, his eyes red and his extremities shaking much like Cooper. His voice was muffled from the barrier separating them.
"What!?" Cooper yells, gripping his steering wheel tightly.
"Please... please don't go. I didn't want you to find out like this."
"Oh, what, skipping class to cheat on me with your dad? With the cum that fucking made you running down your leg right now? Did your dad's knot hurt ripping out so you could come give some half assed apology to me?"
"Fuck... I'm sorry. I really don't know what to say..."
"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it, Bradley. This is fucking *sick* You have a fucking boyfriend that's willing to do anything for you, and yet you find solace in-I can't even fucking say it anymore. WHAT THE FUCK!?" Cooper screams, slamming his fist into the steering wheel, causing the horn to honk "No fucking way this is happening. No fucking way my boyfriend is fucking his dad." He slams the wheel again with another beep and grinds his teeth.
"Baby... please come back inside and talk about this..."
Cooper slightly rolls down the window. "Fuck you. Fuck you, dude!" Cooper shouts, baring his teeth. "How fucking long? How fucking long has this been going on? God I'm such an idiot. Thinking I finally found something worthwhile, someone worth my love, he's fucking his dad behind my back. That's fucking disgusting, Bradley. You're fucking disgusting. You and your sick fucking father. Fucking FUCK!"
Bradley stands at the window with his ears splayed, paws behind his back. He felt himself clenching his hole to keep his father's cum inside him to prevent it running down his leg like Cooper foretold. "Since junior year of high school."
"Great, so he's a pedophile, fucking a minor."
"It isn't like that! He-"
"He's just a fucking pervert looking for a quick fuck."
"No! It's just... ahhh! It's complicated!"
"Fuck you. I wanna never fucking see your stupid fucking face again."
"Cooper..."
"You're fucking gross. Enjoy-" he pauses for a second. "Whatever this is." He gestures with his paw up and down.
"Wait! Please!" Bradley huffs as tears run down his face. "It isn't like I didn't know it was cheating! I just..." he looks up, Cooper listening absentmindedly.
"Once my mom left, things got lonely. I never wanted it to go this far, but he just... he was there, he loved me, and it became a routine. We got drunk one night because he let me drink, and before we knew it, we were humping and just... things are so complicated. I wanted to tell you, I wanted to stop, it just... it never ended. I came out to him and it just happened. He knew I was gay, I knew he was lonely..."
"That doesn't fucking make it any better, Bradley. I need to go. I need to think about this. Just the thought of you cheating on me makes me sick, but with your own father? I can't fucking take it. Have fun shitting out your siblings later, fucking pervert." Cooper puts it in drive, flooring the gas while Bradley stands there watching him drive off, feeling his siblings indeed leak out of his ass. He adjusts his pants and sighs, feeling his sore ass wanting to convulse from the harsh knotting he had earlier. Usually his dad was good about that, but tonight he must've slipped up. Bradley finds himself wiping his tears away, looking off as the love of his life drives away, walking back to his house with sulked shoulders.