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Of Fathers and Their Sons

By: ToKu

He hadn't known rest since the bear had unleashed himself; stripped off his clothes to fuck the young pup with a force to match his brother's, though Jacob was kinder. This bear only wanted one thing; Thomas' butt. His fur was matted with sweat, cum, and beer that sloshed out of the grizzlies can; held aloft precariously as he thrust. His body and soul had only known sex these past five hours, but it had become a common thing now-a-days. The bear would occasionally climb off him to retrieve another beer or to use the 'john' but Thomas had lost count how many times he had felt the surge of hot stickiness inside his bottom. He would simply lay there until his current master would return, upon which he would lift his legs to reveal his dilated tail-hole and moan as the adult bear pushed his stubby cock back inside of him.

Even now as the huge, furry, brown mass rolled off of him, reaching over to the night stand to take another sniff of his white powered lines, Thomas could feel a fresh load seeping out from between his cheeks. The boy rolled over off his belly and stared up at the bear curiously. Gregory Carson set the rolled up dollar bill back onto the table top and growled fiercely, holding his head back as his whole body made the head board creak with his weight. His dick; still wet and sticky stood up stiff and pink out of a tangled nap of pubic fur but Thomas knew that the bear liked it when he took initiative and played with it between 'fuckings'.

Ever the curious pup, he inched his nose up against the pulsing pole of flesh until his chin was resting upon the massive furry balls that hung below. Attentively he extended his tongue and licked up the shaft. It tasted strong but had no real definition. Things had all begun to taste the same to him these past few years since mom died. The bear seemed to like it because he groaned deeply in his chest and rubbed his large belly as the pup slowly lowered his lips onto the cock.

Thomas' wanted his father to see how well he was doing. He was somewhat jealous of his older brother Jacob who seemed to always get daddy's attention. He had always been daddy's favorite as he was with mommy, but when she had died it left the younger pup with a lost sense of belonging. Luckily Jacob was kind to him; he would always make sure he wasn't hurting the younger pup when they had sex.

Father wasn't looking though. He was sitting in the armchair beside the boarded up window. Tattered and old, it was a miracle the small armchair was able to hold both forms. Jacob sat in his father lap; the thick knotted mass at the base of his father's cock lost inside the boy's tail-hole. His face was distorted as he fucked the knot in a fast bouncy motion. Thomas could see the similar trace of multiple loads dripping down his father's balls. Not only was he big and strong but he could cum and cum and never get tired.

Thomas felt that familiar surge of jealously rise inside his belly as he watched for a moment as his father seemed to hold his older brother aloft with both arms, large paws on smaller legs. Jacob was getting bigger as he reached his teens but next to his father he still looked like a pup. He looked like he was in pain but he moaned just like Thomas moaned and nodded when daddy asked him if he liked getting 'fucked'. Thomas didn't know but the drugs in his father's system fueled him on. He had bred his teenage son five times without losing a stroke but now that he had tied with the boy, he had fallen into the chair pulling the boy with him and falling into a lust fed knot fuck

Thomas was jealous because his father never did to him what he did to Jacob. The older sibling never said that it hurt, even though his muzzle said otherwise. But Thomas trusted his brother. He told him that he was just too young and too little to have daddy treat him that way. Why then could the bear do the things he wanted, but his father couldn't? That question remained in the back of his mind as he took the bear's cock into his mouth and buried his nose into thick brown fur.

"You like sucking cock, boy?" The bear moaned over the sounds of Jacob knotting. Jacob had knotted Thomas before but it was nowhere near the size of daddy's. Thomas' own knot was a fourth the size while Jacob's was about half. He wondered vaguely why the bear didn't have a knot. He looked up at the bear and nodded.

"Daddy says I'm good at it." He spoke with pride. While daddy would never let Thomas take his dick, he would occasionally let him suck it when they made a movie or had a guest over. He wondered if he would get a chance tonight. He tried not to hope too much, but it never hurt. The bear seemed to like his answer because he rubbed his belly again with both paws before placing one on Thomas' head between his ears. He motioned the pup to keep sucking. Thomas obeyed.

"You are." Gregory cooed and nursed his beer. Thomas let the cock fill his mouth, sliding his tongue along until the tip reached that spot that made your throat close up. He had learned long ago to ignore such a reaction. His brother called it 'deep throating' and while he could manage with this bear's smaller cock, he couldn't take the full length of his brother's, let alone his father's.

"Come here." The bear spoke to him again. He glanced up, paw around balls, cock half in his mouth and saw the bear gesture; a pat on his belly. "Climb up here."

The pup pulled his mouth from the bear's meat, saliva dripping off of his chin. He hesitated a moment, looking over at his father and brother; the two hadn't changed in appearance and he took that as permission to do as the bear said. Slowly Thomas climbed over the thick stubby cock and mountainous belly until he was straddling the bear's waist with his legs. Without even having to be adjusted or pressed Gregory's cock slipped inside the boys butt with ease. He looked down as a massive bear paw began to fondle the boy's private parts. Thomas felt the blood begin to stiffen his sheath as a second paw pulled his face towards the bear's.

He had never kissed anyone but his brother before. He thought pleasantly about how Jacob would gently press his lips to his brother and suck, almost as if he was trying to steal the breath from within his lungs but would give it back when their tongues would meet. The bear seemed to be trying to bury his own slimy appendage down Thomas' throat without a care to the pup's wellbeing. He simply held onto the grizzly's broad shoulders as his dick was coaxed out of its sheath by rough bear paws.

Gregory's whole body seemed to shake each time the bear would thrust his hips up, but the entire motion only made his cock poke another half inch into the pup. This seemed to be enough for the bear and all Thomas needed for his own purple-red cock to show itself. With a bit of saliva Gregory used his paw to work the boy over. Thomas could only hold on to the bear's broad shoulders as he bounced his body up and down over the length of bear dick.

Between kissing and stroking and pausing to drink more beer, Gregory seemed to be a bit more relaxed in comparison to the last few fucks he had given the boy. Thomas could still feel his grizzly heart thumping in his chest; fueled by the white powder he called Coke. When the distant sound of pounding reached his ears, the pup nearly mistook it for the beating of bear heart or the throbbing of cock.

His father cursed and Jacob yipped in sudden pain. Thomas' face was stuck to the bear's, but after another flurry of curses and a plea of patience from the older boy even Gregory's attention was caught. The bear nearly spat Thomas' canine appendage out as another series of thuds came from beyond the door and down the hall.

Joey suddenly appeared in the doorway, naked and hard; his mane looked mangier and thinner than ever, but his cock seemed to pulse with the strength of a thousand lions. It didn't do anything for his sunken face and hallow eyes. He had a gun in his left paw that he was feeding bullets too with his right. Thomas could tell he was scared, no one who was familiar with coming here ever knocked like that and knocks like that usually meant trouble.

Jacob was struggling to pull away from his dad but DK's massive knot was firmly stuck inside the older pup. Joey flashed a glance back behind his shoulder before giving Thomas' father a 'what do I do?' look. No one was allowed to open the door but Daddy; this was a rule Thomas had known and followed since his mother died. His father always said there were bad men outside who would take him away and never let him see his brother ever again. Not even Joey could open the door.

"Worst possible fucking time..." DK grunted as he pushed his soon off his lap. He didn't go far and sobbed as his feet found the floor. His father's huge frame came up next as he stood, bringing the teen-rotty with him, only to spin around and lean him over the armchair. "Stop crying and keep your ass still."

With both paws on the small of his back, DK pulled back from his son in an attempt to uproot the knot from the boy's ass. Only a stifled scream came from the pup as he bit into the chair back to silence himself.

"Sucker's in there good." The dad said and shifted his weight a bit. More drumming from down the hall and Joey spun on his heals only to turn back and pace back and forth between door frames. Everyone's attention was on the father and son, even Gregory had stopped rubbing his belly and stroking Thomas' little cock but the youngest boy couldn't help but shift his ass on the small amount of dick inside of him. He was worried about his brother but he couldn't help it. It was second nature to feel connected to him. There were times when Thomas felt one with his brother. "Relax your ass boy."

Thomas watched as his father made another jerking motion with his hips and the loud suction-cup-like pop that came next was followed almost simultaneously by a gagged shriek. The knot ripped free, followed by eight inches of dark purple cock and a waterfall of cum that poured from Jacob's ruined, gaping, tail-hole, down his legs were it soaked into the dirty carpet. The teen's body sunk into the armchair as soon as his father let him go and Thomas started in awe and horror as he was able to see clearly up his brother's dripping, bright pink insides. Without pausing to make sure his own son was okay, DK turned to Joey; knot and cock still hard as a rock.

"I've heard that knock before and it ain't no cops." He said reassuring the lion when Joey glanced at the bear still coupled on the bed with Thomas. That statement however did make Gregory shift, the dick slipped out of the boy's butt and before he knew it he was thrown gently off by massive arms. The room spun as he was flipped and landed on his back at the foot of the mattress. He was staring at his upside down father when he opened his eyes. "But I'm sure the bear might want to disappear."

"Who's here?" The Gregory asked standing as the thumps at the front door came again; the fur on his face that was usually dark brown, now pale and grey with worry.

"Just put your clothes on and hide in one of the rooms with the other cubs." DK spoke and disappeared down the dark hallway without putting anything on to cover himself. Joey followed and Thomas watched as the bear began to frantically search for his clothes. He rolled over and sat up at the end of the bed and found his brother still strewn over the armchair, just as their father had left him.

Ignoring the bear, he went to his brother and knelt down behind the chair and gently touched the older pup's shoulder. The teen didn't stir at once but when the youngest spoke his sibling's name he shifted slightly and moaned out in pain.

"Jacob are you okay? Did daddy hurt you?" He asked. He somehow knew he should probably be angry at his father for hurting his brother but his longing to be loved by his dad in much the same way kept his boyish anger at bay. When his brother turned his head, opening his eyes ever so slightly, the younger cub was almost shocked to see a smile. What worry he had begun to feel seemed to drain away.

"Not too bad. Dad's knot it pretty big." He said as if he knew he had done his pop proud. "I promise to never be rough with you when mine gets bigger."

"Why did daddy have to pull out like that? Who's here?" Thomas asked glancing back at the bear as he stuffed his thick thighs through his jeans. "He's a police bear right? If there are bad guys here he could protect us right?"

"He's a bad cop, Tommy." Jacob whispered as he rolled onto his side, wincing when his butt got too close to anything solid. "He comes here like all the other males; to fuck cubs like you and the ones down the hall. That's not something good cops do. I remember before we stopped going to school. We had a class about males like him."

"Daddy's not like him, right?" Thomas asked rather worried. Jacob shook his head.

"He only fucks us remember?" Jacob said and looked towards the door. Besides, if there were bad people here I don't think dad would have been so calm."

"I hope not." Thomas spoke as the bear who had been 'fucking' him finished pulling a shirt over his large belly. "He seems scared though."

"Because he's a bad cop." Jacob repeated.

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He could feel Joey's rancid breath on the back of his neck as he pulled the heavy front door open. It was almost reassuring to know that someone with a gun was so close by, even if that person was Joey. If need be, DK had only make the right gesture and the lion would end the life of anyone who troubled him. The large Rottweiler was almost sure this situation wouldn't have to come to that, but it was comforting to know that the option was there.

The sudden windy draft that blew in between the five inches of cracked door was enough to make his body shiver, he suppressed the urge anyways. He would have liked if the sudden cold was enough to kill the massive about of meet still hard and bouncing between his legs, but the blood engorged organ continued to pulse and drip pre.

He wasn't surprised to see the stout wolf standing in the early morning darkness, dressed in business attire and staring at a rather expensive looking silver watch around his wrist. His other paw was stuffed inside the coat pocket of his suit and after noticing the naked canine peering out the other paw found its way inside the opposite pocket. If the wolf was surprised to find the Rottweiler naked he made no obvious sign to say so. He just stared with dark golden eyes for a moment before speaking.

"My son was returned to me." He spoke deeply, the underlying air of aristocracy and wealth soaked his words. The mane of fur around his neck was brushed straight and DK didn't have to see in the dark to tell that his suit was pressed and freshly dry-cleaned. The Mercedes parked beside the bear's older Lexus was the topping on cake. It was obvious that the wolf made more in a month than some fur's made in a year.

DK remembered him. The tiger had brought him here once before, a month back. He had had a little boy with him: his son; a sad looking wolf-shepherd mix who never said a word even as his father drove away without him. DK was no saint, the drugs coursing through his veins, the cock hard between his legs, all more than enough to condemn him. He may fuck his own son's but he'd never just abandon them. Most of the cubs down the hall were victims of parents not wanting their children anymore. This may be far from an orphanage but at least they had beds to sleep on, food to eat, and a cock to keep them warm at night.

The golden eyes that regarded him now were just as cold and lifeless as they were a month before, if not more fierce. He had only introduced himself as Thurston. Whether that was a first or last name, DK wasn't sure but the wolf had obviously not cared to make acquaintance.

"What's the problem with that? You should be happy." DK asked leaning nonchalantly against the doorway, letting the door creak open a bit more to expose his naked and lewd self. If the wolf thought he was better than him because he had money, the least DK could do was prove to the wolf that he wasn't better than him down there. The wolf's eyes shifted south for a moment, regarding what they saw there with a face befitting the dead before they rose again, locked with DK's in a golden glare.

"The reason I gave him to the tiger in the first place was so I could keep my public image and gain sympathy in the making." He spoke about the offering up of his son like he was a thing instead of a cub. "I played the blackmail game; I gave him what he wanted. Now he's in jail and my son was returned to me. I can't have this getting out."

"So why are you coming to me?" DK asked scratching the tuft of fur on his chest and swiveled his hips in just a way so as to make his cock wag back and forth before the wolf. He was just now beginning to feel the reduction of blood flow to his cock. He would be soft again in little than five minutes. 'Best to get rid of this guy by then.'

"He was here. You had him..." DK cut him off.

"WRONG, He was here, he got passed around a few times, but the tiger 'had' him." DK spoke stepping out of the doorway a bit, chancing being seen in order to intimidate the wolf. If it was working, Thurston made no sign. "Then the tiger got caught. Your problem was with him. I wasn't the one who got ass fucked in high school."

That struck a nerve however small. Thurston's ear's flicked once in annoyance while the faintest of snarls came to his muzzle. DK grinned and took a step closer. He had done business with Rolland McGregor but had never really cared for the ex-athlete. He was just another pretentious has-bin with a past of cubby fucking; the last being the only thing he and TK had in common. But the feline would share stories. Perhaps it was one of his downfalls. A month ago, as the father drove away, the tiger had bent down to tell the little wolf-Shepard mix: 'I hope you're a better fuck than your father was at your age.'

"I'm simply making sure the loose ends of his lifestyle are tied off." He spoke cordially but dripping with venom. "I was informed about a certain police chief who had 'doings' with my son as well. If that bastard gets caught I want to make sure he doesn't go blabbing to the wrong people."

"I don't associate with rats." DK spat into the dirt and inched forward again menacingly. He loomed over the wolf in size if not in regality. His cock was now inches from the crotch of the wolf's dress pants. Roland had gone on and on about how he had made a male out of this pretentious pup back in school; apparently fucked him while he made the wolf fuck his own little brother. DK thought back to his own son and suddenly felt a little bad for having ripped his knot from the boy's butt. But business came first.

"Pity." The wolf spoke glancing down at the monster before him before glancing over DK's shoulder to the door where Joey was still faithfully hiding, armed just in case. "I'd be willing to make a small donation for the whereabouts of said 'bear'. For the 'head of police' he seems rather difficult to track down."

"What could I possibly want with money?" DK asked and glared at the wolf. "You think money got me this dick? You think money got me my son's? You think money makes me fuck them every day? I have all I fucking need in life. Anything more is just a waste. You won't get to take that fancy watch with you when you die."

"Granted," the wolf spoke without being phased in the least by what the larger canine had said. "But when you die your son's will be left in this world without anyone to 'fuck them'. What would they do then?"

"Is that a threat?" DK snarled and loomed over the wolf, fist clenched, fangs showing, cock pressing into the clothed groin of the wolf. "You're pretty mouthy for an ass slut. If I hadn't already heard all the stories about how Rolland fucked you in front of your little brother and made you fuck him yourself, I'd bend you over that ritzy fucking car of yours and teach you your true place in life."

Except for the brief twitch in his eye the wolf never flinched. Instead he reached inside his suit pocket and pulled out a small card and held it up between the inch or two of space between their noses. DK nearly went cross-eyed as he stared down at it, frowning before quickly snatching it out of the wolf's paw. It was just light enough outside for him to read the fancy sprawling script of the business card. It made him feel suddenly exposed but a brief survey of the surrounding shanty houses revealed only the dead windy silence of five-thirty a.m. "What's this?"

"Think about your sons." He spoke and turned away. He reached his car before turning back around. Even with the wind rising up around them he was still able to hear the words through the dust and whistling roofs. "I still loved mine, even as I drove away."

With one last black stare the wolf was gone. Joey appeared at his side moments after the wolf sped away down the dirt road towards civilization. Dressed in nothing but a pair of white briefs, he nudged DK in the ribs; who was still staring down at the fancy card in his paw. "What's it say?"

DK read the card again for the fifth time:

Thurston Dougray

Corporate Advisor

760-555-3562

"It's just a business card." DK said and almost thought about letting the wind have it, but for some reason he held on to it. He glanced around the dirt yard, across to the few surrounding houses, and grunted. "Guy's a douchebag."

Inside, they found Gregory locked in a room with the youngest of the bear cub brothers. Despite his sudden panic the bear had his pants around his ankles and the boy on his back with his legs up in the air. DK knew he fucked a lot and couldn't really blame the bear for being balls deep, but even in times like this he would put his cock aside, if not to ignore the erections.

He chose to leave him to his own lusts and returned to his boys. Joey returned to his own room but by the time the middle aged Rottweiler got to his own bare, stained, and gritty mattress he simply collapsed into it. His hard-on was finally deflating but by the time his boy's curiosity got the best of them; Jacob was getting him hard again with his muzzle while Thomas' simply cuddled up next to him' his head in the nook of his underarm. Without thinking he kissed his youngest son like he used to kiss his wife so many years ago. All of that was gone now and this was what he had left. He was too deep in this world now to change. So he embraced it.

"Thomas, how'd you like to fuck on daddy's cock?"

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"Regan, honey, you've barely touched your food. Did they under cook the asparagus again?"

"Huh?"

Regan Grey blinked, noticing his wife across from him. 'What had I been staring at?' he thought in panic. The restaurant had nearly reached its capacity and Regan couldn't even hear himself think clearly. His mind was wandering to things he ought not to be thinking about. This was the third time tonight he had caught himself not staring at his son, but at other boys as they would walk by with their own parents.

He stared down at his plate. He had ordered grilled asparagus with a pesto sauce over egg noodles. He had been a vegetarian for as long as he remembered but he was thinking with the meat between his legs now more than ever. He had thought once his wife had returned from her business trip things would work themselves out. He would have sex with her and he hoped all thoughts of their pre-teen son would at least fade from his head. But it only got worse. He and Dustin were now fucking at least once every day with random oral sex in-between. The boy had the mind of a middle aged sex addict and it didn't help that the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.

His wife regarded him and he tried not to look too deeply into her eyes least his secret be somehow transferred via telepathy. The information he had told Detective John Miller was confidential and he would never have to worry about his wife finding out. Unless he was dumb enough to shoot himself in the foot. He lowered his gaze and stared down at his place and poked at the pasta with the end of his fork.

"No, the food is alright." He lied. Everything tasted like cum now; cum and ass and his son's mouth. He couldn't escape it, it was everywhere. In the car on the way to the grocery store, at the park, in the locking bathroom at his son's school, even in his and his wife's bed while she was showering. What made it worse was that Dustin was very good at playing it cool and keeping their secret. He was old enough to know that it was wrong for people to know what they were doing, but still too young to know that what they were doing was wrong in and of its self. However, for Regan, it was torture. "Just a little cold I guess."

'She doesn't know, she doesn't know, she doesn't know...she'll never know...' He tried to convince himself.

"Are you feeling alright? You look pale." Sarah spoke. She was a beautiful sea otter, her fur nearly glistened when she moved and she still held on to her high school swim team figure. She was good to him, always wished him well before work, always called him at lunch, and even took the time to iron his khakis each morning before work. On top of that, she brought home most of the income for the house. And he was repaying her by fucking their son. He felt ill. "Baby, your coat is all ruffled."

She was talking about his fur. While hers was sleek and shiny, smooth and silky, his looked mangy and stuck up in places. He felt like he was falling apart by the seams and the only time he felt whole was when he had his cock buried under his boy's tail-hole. But it was like a drug and with every drug there was a withdrawal.

"It's just been stressful at work." He fabricated a story quickly in his head that would suffice. "They have me working on this new project about wind and solar energy. I told them I know oceans and rivers but they threw me on the project anyways. We're developing three stations in the area; two wind powered plants and a water turbine up in the mountains near this river. There's a lot riding on getting this done by spring. That's when development starts."

Truthfully it was going well. He had even taken Dustin out to one of the sites where they put up the first test windmill. Dustin loved it, seeing the mill up close. He wanted to climb up inside the tower to the catwalk where the blades were. Regan only had access to the panel room where the meters displayed the wattage output. Once inside, Regan locked the door and began pulling off his work clothes while Dustin bounced about in front of the large humming electrical panels. When the boy finally turned around to see his father standing there naked and hard he went straight into 'Dusty mode'.

The young otter said that was his nickname when they 'did it'. It was a rather cute name and Regan would pur; "Dusty, you suck daddy's cock so good." And "Do you like it when I'm inside you, Dusty?" "Fuck yeah, Dusty." It was cute but it also made him sick.

"Well, maybe we should take our food to go." Sarah said as she daintily forked mushroom ravioli into her mouth before looking over Regan's shoulder. "If only that boy would get back from the bathroom. What's taking him so long? He better not have fallen in. Some of these restaurants aren't equipped for every species."

Regan tried to take another bite of his food but a sudden lurch in his stomach almost made him loose what little food he had already gotten down. It was the withdrawals. It sounded silly, and even at first he couldn't even make it to the bathroom after sex without vomiting. Now, that feeling of blissfulness that came after having sex with his son lasted for a few hours before he finally got sick of himself and what he was doing.

"I'll...um...go make sure he's okay." Regan spoke too suddenly and before he could take it back Sarah actually nodded. "I don't want him holding up any lines. And here babe, take my brush, and wash your face. We can stop for some medicine if you're not feeling well."

'I'll be feeling much better in a moment.'

"Thanks." He took the otter fur brush she had procured from her purse and excused himself from the table. Sarah smiled and busied herself with her work phone. There was always some email that needed sending, some blog that needed reading, and some co-worker who needed assistance. She was amazing at what she did and it made Regan feel guilty as he stumbled by other occupied tables. Through the dim downstairs lighting, and found his way to the restroom.

He knocked on the door.

"Son?" He called and side stepped out of a waitress's way with a half-hearted smile. He jiggled the handle and found it was locked. He knocked again and was about to call a second time when the door suddenly swung open to reveal his vary naked son, exposed to all who may or may not be looking this way. In a panic he pushed his son back and slipped into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind him.

"What are you DOING? Do you want to get caught?" He shouted then very quickly remembered himself. Dustin had stumbled back a bit and his ears had flattened against the sides of his head when his father had shouted but very quickly his sneaky little demeanor returned and he smiled.

"I'm sorry daddy." He spoke with that innocent voice he knew to use so well. It always worked on Regan, but to be honest, he didn't need to use that voice anymore. He came up to his father and placed a paw on the crotch of his pants and rubbed at the things within. "I just figured you'd wanna do it again."

Regan sighed, he still felt dizzy but the excitement or the fear of the situation was already helping him to forget his nausea. He didn't make to move his son's paw away like a normal father would have. Instead he began to unbutton his light blue shirt and watched as his eager son began to stroke his sheath to life through his pants.

"We have to be quick okay?" Regan spoke in a raspy whisper incase that waitress was back outside the door. "Mom is waiting."

"Okay daddy." Dustin spoke happily and began to unbutton and unzip his father's pants. Regan shucked off his shirt and set it on the higher of the two sinks along with the brush his wife had given him before stepping out of his pants with the help of his son. His underwear he removed himself before giving his son the clear to step forward and begin coaxing his daddy's cock from out of its sheath.

"Suck on it, Dusty." Regan cooed and without even a nod of agreement the younger otter took the new forming pink prink into his mouth. Regan leaned back against the door and held his paws behind his head as the familiar and sinister sensation overtook him. He was fully hard in no time; pointing a little bit to the left and directly down his son's throat. He began to rock his hips back and forth and with Dustin's paw on the base of the shaft, delivered thrust after awkward thrust into adolescent maw. It was amazing and rather terrifying how well his son had gotten at sucking his dick. Regan hadn't done it himself since he was a little older than the boy in junior high and being forced into it by a two hundred and forty-five pound tiger isn't the best way to learn.

His son's lips ran seamlessly over the veins and contours of his cock, slurping and sucking as he did. He didn't even need to take breaks anymore; he'd just stare up with big innocent eyes at the older otter taking that innocence away. He would also make noises to emphasize his enthusiasm. And if moaning on his daddy's cock wasn't enough, he knew ways to add pleasure using his paws.

Dustin lightly gripped around Regan's large furry sac, his little fingers just being able to connect in the front. Tugging ever so slightly with each attentive suck, the little otter boy brought his daddy to moaning without having to do much at all.

"Dusty, reach further back, find my tail hole." The older otter spoke as a sickening thought came into his head. The dick fell from his mouth but Dustin only nodded and smiled before licking the head while he found his daddy's hole. It had been untouched for years, not even his own paws had teased that spot, but when his son's fingers found it the memories of eighth grade came rushing back. "That's it champ, stick one of your fingers inside. Give it a quick lick like when daddy does it to you."

The boy swapped out the penis for his finger and made quick work of soaking the digit before returning it to the star of muscle where he waited no time in probing his father. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock and onto his boy's tongue as the finger wiggled inside him. The familiar nausea that came with having sex with his only son was there to accompany the sexual rush. He took hold of his swollen cock, inches from his son's nose and began to stoke the seven inches of otter-hood.

"Use two fingers, son!" He urged as he smeared his pre across the pup's nose. Dustin only smiled, licking his fingers and lips before sinking two fingers deep into his father's rectum. He was hitting his prostate without any trouble and Regan couldn't keep from groaning deeply. He felt bile rush up his esophagus but he forced it down the best he could. 'What am I doing?' He knew damn well what he was doing; his son. The boy burrowed his snout into his father's furry balls as the fingers continued to wreak havoc on Regan's prostate. "I'm gonna cum."

He held the back of his son's head and aimed with his cock. The sudden tears in his eyes burned and blurred his vision but didn't take away the truth of that instant. Orgasm washed over his body as a wave of sick bubbled up from his belly. The first rope of cum slashed across his son's brow before he was stumbling over the boy towards the toilet bowl. Those little fingers were ripped from his ass in surprise as he toppled over, nearly hitting his head on the ceramic bowl. Luckily the contents of his stomach ended up entirely in the toilet but the same couldn't be said about the erupting cock between his legs.

"Daddy?" he heard the concerned voice of his son as he heaved; the putrid, rank, acid flooded from his open mouth and burning nostrils. He was sobbing too, and when the comfort of his son came, his naked body lovingly clutching his daddy's side it only made him shake, sob, and heave even more.

"G-get...get d-dressed..." he managed to say without showing his son his face. Mucus ran from his nose and spittle from the corner of his mouth. He had never felt so low, so inhumane, so disgusting. The boy left his side and soon the sound of his dressing was all that could be heard. Regan hugged the toilet bowl, still not trusting himself to leave it. His belly burned as if a fire raged inside and he wept because he knew that the only way to douse that fire was this terrible new bond he had with his son. He was dangling at the end of his rope, his sanity, and there was no pretty end below.

End of Part: 7