this part was written in the dad POV. Hope yall like it.
The Prequel
Dad and the bully
Don't get me wrong, at first glance you might think I'm just some middle-aged dad with a gut. But hey, I'm a tall guy – six foot four! And while I'm pushing 220 pounds, it's not all beer belly. I'm actually built, like a brick wall. So built, in fact, that many of my underwear can barely contain my, uh, impressive ass cheeks. Let's just say it's got some serious heft, with the sized can compare with a ripe watermelon!
My son, on the other hand, didn't exactly inherit my physique. Not that I mind – he's got brains for days, super smart and ambitious. That's why I was happy to raise him myself after his mom passed away when he was just a teenager. I kept him on the right track, taught him the difference between right and wrong, and gave him a family he wouldn't have had otherwise.
He's tall too, around six feet one, but he's more on the skinny side, always focused on books and science. It made him a bit of a target for bullies.
So, there I was one night, during a really bad storm. Rain was pouring outside, and the power was out – pitch black inside. My son was supposed to be home hours ago, and I was getting worried sick. I was about to go out and look for him when he finally walked in, soaked to the bone and looking like a drowned rat. I could tell right away something was wrong, something that maybe reminded me of a bit of trouble I got into when I was his age.
With him coming home so late and acting weird, I had to ask. "Hey son, you alright?" I said, worried sick. But he just brushed me off, mumbled something about being fine, and disappeared into his room..
Worried sick by his behavior, I couldn't just sit there. Curiosity, sharp as a tack, poked at me. I crept down the hall towards his room, quiet as a mouse. Reaching his door, I pressed my ear against it. A muffled groan, followed by a choked sob, sent shivers down my spine. My gut twisted with a feeling of dread. I couldn't take it anymore. With a single, powerful kick, I burst open the door.
There he was, sprawled on his bed, bruised and puffy like a worn-out soccer ball. Who did this to him? My sweet boy, hurt and scared. "Dad?" he croaked, scrambling to cover himself with a blanket. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the red splotches on his skin. "What happened?" I boomed, a low growl escaping my throat.
"Who did this to you?" I demanded, my voice tight with anger. I stood tall beside him, a protective wall against whatever nightmare he faced. "Tell me who hurt you!" My fists clenched, my knuckles white.
"Dad, please," he whimpered, "It's okay, really. I'm fine." Seeing him so broken, my anger simmered down. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Okay, son," I said gently, "but I need to know what happened."
Slowly, patiently, I coaxed the story out of him. My heart sank as he revealed the bully's name, that same kid from school who always picked on everyone. Part of me wanted to march right over there and give him a piece of my mind. But then I looked at my son, his fear a stark reminder of the situation. "Don't, Dad," he begged. "I don't want you to get in trouble with him."
My determination to seek retribution wavered as I gazed upon my son's pleading eyes. His desperate plea tugged at my heartstrings, softening my resolve. I nodded, agreeing with his words, hoping it would bring him some peace.
Of course, I didn't just sit there and let it happen. I went to the school, talked to the teachers and principal, met with the bully's parents... but nothing changed, I didn’t even have any chance to see that brat, just know his face through a picture. I felt useless, like a failure of a father. I couldn't protect my own son! My anger grew stronger and stronger.
Maybe some folks would think I was a coward for letting it go, but I had a plan. I'd wait for the right time to deal with the jerk who messed up my son. Obviously, my son wouldn't know anything about it.
A few weeks after finding out what happened, there I was, tailing the bully. Hunched low in my car parked across from a dingy convenience store, I watched him swagger inside, clueless about the surprise waiting for him.
This was it. My chance to set things straight, to teach that little punk a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. The moment the jerk stepped out of the store and headed down the dark alley, I saw my opening. Flooring the gas, I aimed the car right at him, cutting off any chance of escape.
I stormed out of the car, revenge burning in my gut. "Hey!" I yelled, my voice booming through the quiet street. "You messed with the wrong guy!"
The kid's reaction threw me off. No fear in his eyes, just a cold stare that seemed to see right through me. "Who are you? Old man!" he challenged; his voice laced with a sneer.
I snorted, not buying his tough act. "Think you're some big shot, huh?" I walked towards him slowly, each step heavy with menace. "Let me tell you something, kid, you don't want any trouble with me."
He stood his ground, barely coming up to my chest. Maybe five-eight, six-foot tops, and skinny as a rail. Despite that, he held himself calm, like my size and muscles – six-foot-four and easily two-twenty – didn't faze him a bit.
Without warning, I surged forward, closing the gap between us in seconds. Just as I prepared to deliver the punch, a strange sensation washed over me. It started in my gut, spreading like wildfire throughout my entire body. Suddenly, I couldn't move, my limbs frozen in place.
The kid mumbled something under his breath, his lips moving too fast to catch. Whatever it was, it stopped me cold. He walked towards me slowly, a creepy smile plastered on his face. His eyes looked...wrong, like he was enjoying seeing me scared. He kept muttering those weird words, and then everything started to spin. The street, the buildings, it all turned blurry like a bad dream. I tried to yell for help, but all that came out was a mumble.
Then, in a crazy turn of events, the kid barked out an order, sounding like he was in charge. "Hop in, take the wheel," he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "We gotta go."
Despite my body no longer responding to my commands, it obeyed his. I stumbled towards the car, opening the passenger-side door and gesturing for him to climb in. Once he was seated, I slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove away.
The drive felt like forever, just the sound of the tires whining on the road. Finally, we pulled over in front of a creepy old house hidden way out in the boonies.
I got out of the car, feeling stiff and like I was moving in slow motion. I followed the kid inside the house. To my surprise, the place wasn't dusty and cobwebby like you'd expect. It was actually clean, and there was this weird, soft glow everywhere, like moonlight shining through a sheet. Almost like something magical was lighting it up instead of regular lamps.
A big, comfy couch sat in the middle of the room. I sank down onto the cushions, my legs feeling like jelly, watching as the bully began to shed his clothes. Layer by layer, his slender, toned form was revealed, each inch of skin flawless and inviting.
His bulging crotch was the last to be unveiled, the outline of his impressive length straining against the fabric of his pants. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.
His gaze never left my body, drinking in the sight of my muscular frame. His eyes lingered on my biceps, flexing as they did under the strain of my own weight. They roamed lower, taking in the swell of my pecs before finally settling on the broad expanse of my shoulders.
But it wasn't just my muscles that held his attention; his eyes kept wandering down, unable to resist the temptation of my sizable ass, which jutted out provocatively from the confines of my shorts.
The bully exposing more of his lithe, toned body, I found myself transfixed by the sight. There was something undeniably enticing about his lean physique, the way his muscles rippled subtly beneath his skin.
Yet, even as my eyes drank in the sight of him, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at me. This boy, this bully, had caused pain to someone I loved deeply – my little nerdy boy. Why then, did my body betray me, responding to his allure?
At the time, I was wearing a snug-fitting black tank top that clung tightly to my muscular torso, showcasing every curve and contour of my chiseled abs and broad shoulders. The fabric stretched tautly across my ample bosom, accentuating their roundness and firmness.
To complete the ensemble, I wore a pair of skimpy black shorts that hugged my hips and thighs, barely covering my plump backside. Underneath these shorts, I wore another layer of clothing - a pair of tight, colorful jockstraps that provided support and enhanced the view of my big, round ass.
The bully's hands wandered over my muscular torso, tracing the contours of my well-defined pectorals before delving lower toward my ribcage. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, leaving me breathless.
His fingers danced across the sensitive skin of my sides, teasing the edges of my shirt before slipping underneath to caress the bare flesh beneath. I felt my nipples harden involuntarily under his touch, the sensation both terrifying and thrilling.
As the bully crouched down, his dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with a predatory hunger that made my heart race. He spread my legs wide, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, pulling them further apart.
His gaze then drifted downwards, fixating on the tantalizing sight of my big, round ass, encased within the thin material of my shorts. He let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the view.
I could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin of my ass cheeks as he leaned forward, pressing his face against the fabric that barely concealed my plump buttocks. He nuzzled his nose against the crevice, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent of my arousal.
With a cruel laugh, the bully grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down with surprising force. "Haha! What is this, old man?" he teased, staring at my brightly colored jockstrap. The bright red fabric accentuated the soft curves of my ass, highlighting the roundness of my melons.
The sight of my plump buttocks, framed by a thin layer of hair, caused the bully to pause momentarily. His gaze then moved lower, landing on the tight pink pucker of my asshole. He could tell that I was wrestling with conflicting emotions - fear and anxiety battling against the growing desire to submit fully to his dominant presence.
As the realization dawned upon him that he was dealing with someone who had never been fucked before, his eyes lit up with perverse delight. "Oh boy... This is going to be fun!"
Then the bully's fingers traced the outline of my ass, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His touch was rough yet surprisingly gentle, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body despite my initial resistance.
His fingers slipped lower, dipping into the pink folds of my asshole, circling teasingly around the tight entrance before slowly pushing inside. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, very painful, and uncomfortable.
I felt the bully's other hand move up to my exposed chest, squeezing and kneading my breasts roughly. I bit my lip to stifle a grunt of pain, the combination of the pain too much to bear even for a straight, masculine man like me.
With each passing second, the intensity of the assault grew stronger, the pain becoming almost unbearable. My body quivered, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The humiliation of being taken advantage of by a younger man was too much to bear.
Seeing that I was in pain, the bully muttered something under his breath like a spell. And then, out of nowhere, a strange sensation began to take hold of me. An intense itch started to develop in my asshole, spreading quickly and growing stronger by the minute. It was so intense, so overpowering, that it left me squirming and writhing in discomfort.
At first, I thought it might just be a reaction to the physical trauma inflicted upon me, but then something unexpected happened. From deep within my ass, a warm, wet sensation began to emerge. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and it felt like there was something trying to push its way out.
The bully's words echoed in my ears, sending a chill down my spine. "Lucky me today," he sneered, "What a cunt!" His crude comment only served to fuel the burning embarrassment coursing through my veins.
His callous disregard for my feelings, coupled with the perverse delight he seemed to derive from my predicament, sent a fresh wave of shame washing over me. Yet, despite my humiliation, there was a part of me that couldn't help but be intrigued by the situation. The idea of being bred by someone so much younger than me was both repulsive and strangely thrilling.
The bully's hands were gentle as they caressed my ass cheeks, parting them slightly to expose my pink rosebud to the cool night air. The sensation was mortifying, but there was no denying the tingling warmth that began to spread throughout my body.
The bully's words hung heavily in the air, echoing in my mind long after he spoke them. "You know you have a ten out of ten cunt?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension. I felt a rush of indignation surge through me, followed swiftly by a wave of confusion. How could he say something so degrading, especially when he was the one responsible for my current state?
Despite myself, I found my gaze drawn to the trail of weird slime that oozed from my asshole, marking his intrusion. The sight was both horrifying and strangely arousing. As if to intensify the sensation, the bully added another finger, pushing them deeper than before. The stretch and fill of his digits sent jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through my body, leaving me squirming and writhing beneath him.
As the bully's fingers continued their relentless invasion of my asshole, the itching sensation intensified, becoming almost unbearable. Each movement brought a new wave of heat and pressure, threatening to overwhelm my senses completely.
I let out a low groan, my body instinctively seeking relief from the torment. The fingers, slick with my own juices or whatever strange substance the bully had enchantment on my body, worked their magic, probing deeper into my tight hole. Despite the humiliating circumstances, I found myself craving more, wanting to surrender to the sensations that were rapidly taking control of my body.
My muscles clenched involuntarily around his invading digits, creating a rhythmic squeeze that sent waves of pleasure rippling through my core.
The bully's words sent a shiver of disgust and arousal coursing through my veins. "Mmm... your cunt feels so tight and juicy..." he murmured; his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. His fingers, now joined by a third, pushed deeper into my asshole, stretching and filling me in ways I never imagined possible.
Each digit seemed to unlock some primal part of me, triggering a series of involuntary responses that left me breathless and whimpering. My walls clamped down on his intruding fingers, massaging and milking them for every drop of pleasure they could provide. The sensation was overwhelming, yet oddly satisfying, making me question my own morality and sanity.
As he continued to fuck me with his fingers, the bully's words became a chant, a mantra of sorts. "Just perfect to bear my child,"
The itch, the burning need, persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was a maddening feeling, one that left me panting and writhing beneath the bully's assault. My muscles clenched tightly around his fingers, desperate for any semblance of relief, but the intense pleasure-pain refused to subside.
I was utterly defenseless against the onslaught, my body betraying me with every pulse of pleasure that coursed through my veins. My cock throbbed painfully against my belly, leaking pre-cum in steady streams that dripped onto the floor beneath us. The humiliation of this situation should have been enough to send me over the edge, but instead, it only served to heighten my arousal.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, my eyes squeezed shut as I surrendered to the sensations.
The bully's words, crude and vulgar, only served to fan the flames of my arousal. "You're a real fucking treat," he declared, his voice thick with lust and triumph. With a swift motion, he pulled his fingers free from my ass, leaving behind a trail of wetness and something weird sticky substance from my ass hole.
He rose to his feet, towering over me with his massive, muscular form. Without hesitation, he reached down and pulled down his boxers, freeing his throbbing member. It sprang forth, hard and heavy, already leaking precum in anticipation. The sight of it made my mouth water, despite the revulsion I felt at being used in such a degrading manner.
"I want to eat this pussy so bad," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "But my cock doesn't let me," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips. "So now, say hello to my monster cock." he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking it slowly as he looked down at me with pure desire.
With a proud and arrogant stance, the bully displayed his massive member for my pleasure of view. The head, almost the size of a baseball, glistened with precum, a testament to his arousal. The shaft was thick and veiny, promising a rough, intense ride. And below, his heavy ball sack swung freely, full and ripe with the weight of his seed. His cock indeed looked monstrous, pulsating with its own heartbeat and oozing precum steadily. The sight alone was enough to make my knees weak, and I could barely contain the groan that threatened to escape my lips.
"12 inches long, with a 3 inches width," he boasted, his voice deep and confident. "Packed with loads of cum, just waiting to be released into your tight little cunt." The thought alone was enough to make my stomach flutter with anxiety and excitement.
His eyes, filled with a predatory lust, bore into mine, watching for any sign of weakness or reluctance.
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, echoing the rapid rhythm of my racing thoughts. The sight of the bully's massive cock before me was both terrifying and exhilarating. Its sheer size was unfathomable, made my mind reeling with disbelief. Promising a level of pleasure and pain that I had never experienced before.
"Don't even try to imagine how this monster is going to fuck you up in your virgin cunt," the bully taunted, his voice laced with sadistic delight. The thought of taking all of him inside me sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins, mixing with the fear that swirled within my gut.
"Oh God," I whispered to myself, the reality of the situation sinking in.
The bully's laughter echoed in my ears, a cruel sound that sent chills down my spine. As he moved closer, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, or maybe his monster cock, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations swirling within me. His massive cock, still rigid and throbbing, was now mere inches away from my trembling asshole.
"Now watch closely," he instructed, his tone dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. "This is going to be quite a show." His words were a promise, a vow that he would claim every inch of me, leaving nothing untouched and unsullied.
I could hardly breathe, much less speak, as I watched him guide the swollen head of his monstrous cock towards my virgin asshole. The sight was horrifying yet undeniably arousing, a blend of fear and anticipation that left me feeling dizzy with need.
As if under some sort of hypnotic spell, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from the spectacle unfolding before me. Every instinct screamed at me to turn away, to spare myself the humiliation and degradation that awaited, but I was powerless to resist.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you in," the bully hissed, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to remember this night for the rest of your life."
With those ominous words ringing in my ears, I braced myself for the inevitable. I could feel the bulbous head of his monstrous cock pressing against my virgin hole, teasing and prodding at the tight ring of muscle that guarded my innocence.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and shame, each beat of my heart bringing me closer to a fate I never could have imagined. To lose my hole virginity to a schoolboy, someone far smaller, weaker, and younger than me, was humiliating beyond belief. I was supposed to be my son's protector, a man who should have been able to handle any threat, yet here I was, about to be fucked by a boy at my own son's age.
The realization that my masculinity was about to be wiped out hit me like a punch to the gut. All the years of hard work, the muscles, the strength...it meant nothing now. I was about to become the personal cumdump for a boy, losing control of my body and my dignity in ways I'd never thought possible.
My stomach churned with anxiety as I felt the pressure building against my tight entrance. Each second that passed seemed like an eternity, stretching into infinity as I waited for the inevitable. Then, without warning, there was a sudden thrust forward, and I gasped aloud as the bully pushed past the tight ring of muscle guarding my virgin hole.
The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my knees buckle. I cried out, a sound muffled by the bully's hand clamping over my mouth. I could feel him moving inside me, his cock stretching my inner walls to their limits, tearing through layers of flesh and tissue that had never known anything.
Each thrust of the bully's massive cockhead drove deeper into my ass, stretching me wider and wider until I thought I might split apart. My eyes were squeezed shut, and every nerve ending focused solely on the incredible sensation of having such an enormous member filling me up.
As the initial pain subsided, I found myself starting to enjoy the experience. There was something incredibly degrading about being taken so roughly by a boy half my size, but it also brought out a side of me I didn't know existed – a submissive, willing slave to pleasure.
"Fucking hell, you're such a tight-muscled slut," the bully growled, his voice filled with lustful admiration. "Take it all, you fucking cumslut!"
His heavy balls slapped against my meaty ass cheeks with each powerful thrust, adding another layer of debauchery to the scene.
My mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions as I took each brutal thrust. On one hand, I felt humiliated and degraded, violated by a boy who should have been beneath my notice. And yet, there was an undeniable thrill to being treated like this, to submitting to such rough, primal pleasure.
I moaned loudly, my sobbing cries echoing off the walls of the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the bully's heavy breathing, and the lewd squelching sounds of his cock splitting me open was all music to my ears.
"You like that, huh?" the bully taunted, smacking my ass hard enough to leave a bright red print. "You love getting your big, muscular ass fucked by a kid? You're such a dirty slut."
My entire body was shaking, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through me. The bully's massive cock was lodged deep within my ass, stretching me to my limits and leaving me gasping for breath. His balls swung heavily between us, slapping against my ass cheeks with each powerful thrust.
His breathing grew heavier, signaling that he was really enjoy using me as a cumdump. I could feel his balls tightening, ready to unload their load into my violated asshole. As much as I hated to admit it, part of me craved that final act of degradation and yearned for the moment when he would fill me up with his hot, sticky seed.
"You're such a good muscled cumdumpster, aren't you?" the bully purred, his voice low and full of satisfaction.
Suddenly, I felt my body regain some mobility. For a brief moment, I considered running away or even fighting back, but something held me in place. Perhaps it was the humiliation of being taken so roughly, or maybe it was the perverse pleasure I derived from submitting to such raw, animalistic passion.
Therefore, instead of resisting, I let my body relax once again, allowing the bully's monstrous cock to continue its relentless assault on my violated pussy. With each thrust, I could feel every vein, ridge, and bulge of his dick grinding against my sensitive insides.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" the bully taunted, his voice laced with amusement. "You like being fucked me, don't you? Admit it, you're a filthy muscled slut. Say it, I’ll fuck you even better than this!!"
The bully's words just swirled around my mind, a whispered promise of debauchery and depravity. I couldn't deny the truth behind them, nor could I ignore the way my body responded to his crude invitation. Despite myself, despite the shame and humiliation, I found myself craving his touch, longing for the sensation of his cock filling me up completely.
"I...I..." I stammered, struggling to find the words to express the complex tangle of emotions swirling within me. "Yes," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please...keep fucking my cunt..."
With those simple words, I sealed my fate. I was surrendering to the bully's will, allowing him to use my body however he pleased. There was no turning back now, only forward into the abyss of lustful submission.
The bully grinned wickedly at my admission, his grip on my hips tightening as he drove his cock deeper into my violated pussy. He began to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
"So...do you really want me to keep fucking you? To let me fill your tight muscled cunt with my thick, heavy cock and seed?" The bully didn't want to miss any chance to humiliate me.
"Yes!!!" But somehow how I still accepted it and screamed it at the top of my lungs.
Satisfied with my answer, "You're such a naughty old man," the bully said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Letting a kid fuck you like this. But I guess you like it? You like having your fat, juicy cunt stuffed full of cocks."
His strong hands gripped my chest, the sensation causing my nipples to harden instantly. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass cheeks, his muscular thigh slapping into my ass with each passionate thrust. His scent enveloped me, driving me wild with desire.
The fog cleared, and I saw everything clearly - I didn't care who this boy was, or what he'd done to my son. All that mattered was the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me, stretching my tight hole, and making me moan with pleasure. My mind was consumed by the sensation of being filled by him, of being used by him, of letting this boy take control of my body and use it for his pleasure.
As his cock slammed passing my prostate with each thrust, I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me. It was intense, overwhelming, and utterly intoxicating. I didn't care if I was straight or not; all I cared about was the feeling of his dick throbbing inside me, pumping his hot seed deep into my belly.
Despite the myriads of reasons screaming at me to resist, I found myself unable to deny the overwhelming desire coursing through my veins. Even as I acknowledged that I should not be submitting to this young bully, offering my body for his pleasure, I couldn't help but push back against him, seeking more of his thick cock.
With each thrust, my muscled cunt walls clenched around his girth, coaxing out deep, guttural moans from both of us. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the room, punctuating the air with primal lust.
My thoughts became clearer with the intoxicating pleasure, turning my once proud, dominant demeanor into a submissive, willing vessel for his pleasure. I offered myself to him willingly, accepting the role of his personal cumdump, ready to take whatever he desired to give.
"Fuck...yes!" I groaned, my voice echoing off the walls of the room. "Take me!"
The thought of being impregnated by this young man, of carrying his child, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I imagined feeling his seed deep within me, growing and multiplying until I was round with his offspring. The idea was both repulsive and arousing, adding an extra layer of pleasure to our lewd encounter.
"Why did you mess with me in the first place, you muscled bitch?" The bully asked, his thrusts slowing down as he waited for my response.
"No, just keep fucking me, it was nothing!" I blurted out quickly, trying to hide my fear. I was terrified he would discover my plan for revenge. My heart pounded in my chest as I desperately prayed he wouldn't stop fucking me.
But the bully wasn't satisfied with my response. He pulled out of me abruptly, leaving me feeling empty and cold. "Come on, don't give me that bullshit. Spill it." He demanded; his voice laced with irritation.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I could feel the wetness between my legs, evidence of the pleasure I'd experienced just moments ago.
"I-I just..." I stuttered, struggling to come up with a lie. But before I could finish, the bully grabbed me by the hair, other hand swung out and landed hard on my muscled ass cheek. His cock pressed against my ass, teasingly rubbing along my slit.
"You're such a fucking tease," he growled, his voice low and threatening. Then, without warning, he pushed back inside me, but just one thrust and he pulled it all out, then repeated the question, that pounding made my sensitive cunt even more hungry, begging to put that monster cock back in side. And he kept doing that like forever, made me go crazy, craving the pleasure as before.
His relentless teasing had pushed me past the point of endurance. My cunt hole felt empty, throbbing with unfulfilled need. In a desperate attempt to sate the craving within me, I let out a guttural moan, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through my body.
"I just wanted to teach you a lesson, that's all," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The reality of the situation hit me harder than ever before. I was no longer the one in control, no longer the protector. Instead, I was at the mercy of this young man, being used for his pleasure.
"Why is that?" He asked, his voice laced with suspicion. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting away from his piercing gaze. "My son...he's been bullied by you," I explained, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.
"Is that so?" The bully repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh God! This is hilarious!!” A smug grin spread across his face as he watched me squirm beneath him.
"Well, let's see how much you enjoy your little lesson then," he continued, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His grip was firm, almost painful, but it only served to heighten my arousal. The thought of being used, of being taken advantage of, was incredibly erotic.
He began to thrust into me again with his monster cock, each movement deliberate and forceful. "You're such a fucking hypocrite. Act dignified, strong, and manly in front of your son. Behind him, you offered your pussy up to be mercilessly fucked by his bully, nothing more or less, being used as a fucking personal cumdump." he sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "A married man, with a kid even, and yet here you are, spreading your legs for someone else’s son.”
His words stung, but they also excited me. I was a father, a husband, supposed to be a protector. Instead, I found myself laid bare, exposed, and completely vulnerable to this stranger's desires. It was humiliating, yes, but there was something undeniably thrilling about it too. I felt like I was losing control, giving in to my basest instincts, surrendering to the raw, primal urges that society often tries to suppress.
"Now that I look closely, you look like the smart guy I beat up the past weeks, so you must be his father! The one seeking for me for the past weeks right?" The bully declared; his voice filled with triumph. He leaned forward, pressing his body against mine, making sure I could hear every word he spoke.
"How disappointed will your son be when he sees his own strong, manly, muscular father spreading his legs wide open, offering his pussy to the bully who bullied him, and then using him as a personal cumdump?" he taunted, his voice low and menacing.
All the air went out of the room… The humiliation was palpable, but it didn't stop there. The idea of my son seeing me like this, being used by another man, Not to mention that man was no other than his bully. I should have protected him, but I couldn't. Even with all the proud muscles on my body, I still lost to this boy and couldn't protect my son.
Soon the assaults continued, the sound of our moans echoed through the room, filling the space with the raw, primal sounds of lust and pleasure. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my body, the sensation of being filled, used, and dominated by this younger, weaker man was intoxicating.
As the bully continued to pound into me, his cock pulsing with each powerful stroke, I could feel the tightness of my ass walls closing around him, squeezing him tightly. Every inch of his length seemed to disappear inside me, stretching me wider than I'd ever imagined possible.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding, I felt him start to release. His groan of satisfaction was loud and full of pride, and I knew exactly what was coming next.
When the boy gave one last powerful thrust, determined to pin that huge cock deep inside, the bully's massive cock spewed its hot load inside me, I felt my whole-body tremble with pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and it left me breathless. The feeling of his warm cum filling me up, painting my insides white, was both shocking and exhilarating.
His cum was more than I'd expected. It was so much that it overflowed from my stretched-out hole, dribbling down my butt cheeks and onto the floor.
And despite the initial shock, I found myself craving more of it. I wanted to feel his seed deep within me, wanted to carry it inside my body, and wanted to bear witness to the proof of our encounter.
I lay there, panting heavily, my body completely drained of energy. His seed was too much, my belly was swollen just to hold all of his seed inside. "Arhh..."
"I'm getting pregnant by you." I whispered hoarsely, my voice trembling with disbelief and excitement. The thought of carrying this young stud's child was overwhelming, yet somehow incredibly arousing.
The bully pulled out of my ass, leaving behind a trail of cum that dripped down the sofa. His glistening cock stood proudly, throbbing with satisfaction as he looked down at me with a triumphant grin. My eyes were filled with lust and satisfaction, even though I knew I had been thoroughly dominated.
"I've got a new cumdump," he announced proudly, stepping back to admire his hard work. "After this, go home and tell your son that he won't be targeted by me anymore. Because his muscled manly daddy has offered up his virgin pussy as the perfect substitute!"
He laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the thought of how his actions would affect my relationship with my son. The sheer audacity of it all only added fuel to the fire burning within me – a fire fueled by desire and submission.
As he spoke those words, I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal. Humiliation because I had been so easily manipulated and used, and arousal because of the way he had taken control over my body and my life. "Yes, master," I whispered obediently, still laying there with his cum dripping was slowly leaking out from my hole, unable to close it, gaping thanks to the bully super massive cock.
“Now, the second round!” the bully said. I couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "Another round? You really mean business," I managed to say between heavy pants, my body still recovering from the intense fucking session earlier.
His laughter rang out in the quiet room, echoing off the walls and sending chills down my spine. "You think you're gonna get knocked up because of one good fuck?" he teased "But we'll see about that. Tonight, I have lots of loads ready to breed your newly opened daddy pussy to the brim!" he declared, his voice laced with pure dominance and lust.
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The harsh sunlight filtering through the windows greeted me as I stumbled into the house, my body aching from the previous night's activities. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was well past 7 AM. As I made my way into the living room, I was met with the sight of my son, who had been waiting for me all night.
His eyes met mine as he asked, "Where did you go last night?" His voice carried a hint of concern, which only served to fuel my guilt. However, I quickly brushed off any feelings of tiredness, replacing them with a wave of cheerfulness and energy like his dad normal day.
"Oh, nothing much," I replied casually, trying to hide the exhaustion in my voice. "Just went out for some fresh air." I attempted to brush off his concerns, hoping to avoid any further questions.
However, my son's gaze was piercing, and he wasn't buying my explanation. He stood up from the couch, his tall frame towering closer to me, and stepped closer. "Dad, you're lying. Your clothes are messed up, and your hair... It looks like you've been fighting."
I knew he was sure a smart kid, and I couldn't hide anything out of his eyes, so I could only make some guilty face look at him.
"Oh, Dad..." My son sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You didn't listen to me, did you?" His tone was one of disappointment, but also a hint of understanding and caring. It was clear that he knew his father. "How did it go?" my son calmly asked. That made my heart sink like a stone, that was more hurt than all the words coming out of the bully's mouth last night.
I tried to open my mouth to explain, to tell him the truth, but instead, pride and stubbornness got the best of me. "Who do you think your old pop is? I'm your Dad!!! It's all fine, I taught him a good lesson, Hahaha." I lied, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "He won't bother you anymore. So have fun at school today, kid!"
I turned away from my son, trying to hide the guilt etched across my face. With a weary sigh, I trudged towards my bedroom, my body aching from the events of the previous night. As I closed the door behind me, I knew that I had failed not only in protecting my son but also in setting an example for him.
As I lay in bed, the events of the previous night replaying themselves in my mind, I felt a sense of dread creeping its way into my thoughts. Here I was, his protector, his strong, muscular, manly father figure, yet I couldn't have the revenge I so desperately sought. Instead, I had ended up humiliated and degraded, used as a personal cumdump by a younger, lesser man.
The thought of my son finding out terrified me. How could I face him if he knowing what I had allowed to happen? How could I look him in the eye after letting another man fill me with his seed? And that man was no other than his bully.
But as much as it pained me to admit it, there was one thing I could still do to protect my son - let the bully fuck me and use me as his cumdump.
