ATTENTION: This is the final chapter of this story! If you want to read more by the author, head over to the adult/youth section for the upcoming Amazing Boy Race!
This is a short story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny and kinky 23 year old. It is fictional and involves sex between fathers and sons. I do not advocate pedophilia or abuse of minors outside of fantasy. If you like this story, I have another posted in the incest section titled What-I-Learned-From-Dad that is the story of a father converting his straight son into a cock addict.
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The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR)
This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR). I was sent to IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of government funding. The institute is top secret, and most Americans would be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological sons. But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study.
IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for this purpose. It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess whether or not it is properly using its money. I was given a private tour of the most promising studies in the facility's 5 wings, each focusing on a different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss studies and the very mysterious "Miscellaneous Acts" wing. For each experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration of the study, the "name" used to refer to the subjects, and I will also record whether or not the subjects were "Volunteers", "Recruits", or "Other". All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have an explanation.
Down, Down, Down. We went down hallway after hallway, deeper into the labyrinth of the Institute. We were on our way to the last study. My guide promised me I was in for a shock that I could never anticipate, and my mind was throbbing considering all I'd seen.
Boys sucking their father's dicks without knowing it. Boys strapped in urinals, begging for my piss. Men suffocating their teenaged sons with their hairy ass. Children worshiping the balls that made them. Boys covered in food, smiling at me. A little boy sucking cum out of his father's ass with a straw. Twins riding dick till dad couldn't take anymore. A father forcibly masturbating his gorgeous teenaged boy. And little Gabe, a 5 year old, talking SO MUCH DICK.
What could possible be next?
We finally reached the big, black doors that led to the last room. To my surprise, my guide gave me no speech before proceeding. Typically he would give me some prep before I was shown what was in store, but instead he just opened the door to the very dark room.
"After you," he said with a smile.
I stepped inside the room, and the door slammed shut behind me. I heard a lock creak into place, and suddenly I began to panic. Here I was in this sick and twisted fetish land of incest, in the deepest part, and I was now locked into a pitch-black room, naked, all alone. No guide, no one, just me and my raging hard on. Or so I thought.
Very slowly my eyes began to grow accustomed to the light. I could make out figures, but it was a long time before I could see what they were. In the meanwhile, my sense of smell heightened. I began to smell must, like a cellar - and sex, of course. But something else. It occurred to me that perhaps I was smelling fear.
Upon having that thought, I finally made out what I was seeing in front of me. Now that my eyes were fully adjusted, I saw spread before me three of the finest young asses I have ever seen.
The three holes were all put in the same position, in a line, but they were all very different. Each was bent over what appeared to be a wooden block painted red. The boy's backs spread over the top of the block, and their legs hung down below their beautiful ass cheeks.
However, as I mentioned, the love tunnels were all very differently shaped and sized. On the extreme left, a very muscular teenaged ass quivered at me. It looked as though it belonged to a boy of about 18 or 19, and it looked delicious. With just a slight coating of blonde hair, it flexed incredible as its owner squirmed.
The middle ass was just as beautiful, but incredibly different. This one looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, and was much more meaty than the first muscular ass. It looked like it would be great to squeeze it as you rode it.
My God! Look at how my brain works! Here I am examining asses, and I'm thinking about fucking them! What has this institute done to me? What would my wife think?
Still, even though I knew I was going insane with lust, I turned to the third ass. This was a boy's ass, no doubt. The skinny little legs attached to this ass didn't even reach the floor. The boy was unbelievably tiny, though his smooth-as-can-be ass looked so pert, round and hungry that I nearly dove face first into that virgin cherry pie. But at the last moment, I stopped myself. I had to remain professional. I had to regain my composure.
My job here was to analyze this institution. The doctors had organized this entire event like a play, to lead me to this moment. I could tell that this was all planned, and that this final study was their attempt to really, truly convince me that they deserved greater funding from the government.
They had locked me in here, and cut off communication, because this was something I had to do on my own. I could tell, my guide had been leading me up to this moment - and I could feel his eyes on me from some hidden room as he and the other mad scientists watched my ever move.
Think, Gregory, Think. Think of what you know. How does this place work? There are sons and fathers. Boys and men.
All right, this is the Institute for Father Son Research. None of these asses belong to a boy old enough to be a father, so these must be three sons. And though the asses looked very different from one another, they were all somehow connected. Perhaps it was my instincts that I had develop on my tour of incest, but I could sense that these three fuck deposits belonged to the same genealogy. IN other words, these were three brothers in front of me.
So...the missing part of the equation is the father. Where is the father in this study?
Just as this thought ran through my head, I saw a big figure moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned, and suddenly I noticed the room was filled with men. No- not men. One man. I could see one man repeated over and over. The walls were covered in mirrors, and the one man I was looking at was me.
Hundreds of me, reflected in the mirrors of the walls. I took a good look at myself. I was tall, and muscular. They don't let you have a job in these types of agencies without physical fitness. My summer tan was still going strong, and I admired for a moment my toned stomach, covered in the course dark blonde hair. My beard had grown in a bit; I looked a little scruff around my square jaw.
I looked down my pecs, back across my abs to my package.
My penis was raw red, but more hard than I had ever seen it. I had bee incredibly aroused for hours, and it showed in my giant cock. I don't mean to boast, but it is huge. I have been impressed by many of the cocks in this study, but mine is truly a beauty. Eleven inches of thick, cut, throbbing meat, thick as a fist and topped with a beautiful mushroom head. The veins in my man tool were throbbing red- my dick looked angry.
Down below my penis were my testicles, big heavy things hanging low my tan sac. They looked like heavy eggs, I could see them churning, moving the short blonde pubes on my ball sack around. They were so heavy with cum, how could I possible focus on my work.
Now my question had been answered. Both the father and the sons were in this room. The sons were tied up - and I - I was their father.
That's right. Those three boys are my own flesh and blood.
Around each of their necks was a dog collar with their names, Brady, Malcom, and Charlie. Each of them also wore a device around their faces, what appeared to be a leather strap connected to a mouth stretcher. A mouth stretcher is what the dentists used to keep mouths, and each of my boys had their mouths spread as wide apart as possible. In each of the mouth spreaders sat a bright red ball, to keep them from saying -or screaming - anything.
In shocked, I examined each of my sons' faces.
I moved around in front of the asses, though I had already seen their faces on the mirrors. There, to the left, was my oldest son Brady. At 17, he was just like his dad. Big and tall, muscular to the max. The boy was on the baseball team and the football team. He was head of his class, and always had a girlfriend ever since he was 10. Now here he was, nude, bent over, naked, bound, in front of his dear old dad in the depths of the nastiest, sickest institute in the world.
Next to him was poor little Malcom, the misfit in my family. As the middle child, 14-year-old Malcom was a little nerdy. He wasn't muscular like his brothers but not at all fat. He was just a boy with a nice bubble ass that I've noticed ever since he was a kid. The rest of him is tall and lanky. His mop of red hair doesn't make him look like the rest of his family, but he does have my dark blue eyes. The poor kid was always kind of awkward, and now he looked super awkward splayed out on display in front of me.
Then, finally, Charlie. My baby boy. Only 8 years old last week, so young and innocent. My wife had insisted with Charlie that we use more "progressive" punishments. As a result, the boy was a little too innocent for his own good. He was a mama's boy, and you usually couldn't see him very far from my wife.
But now here he was, naked, confused, tied and very far from anyone who even resembled a mommy. Charlie was in a man's world now, a world of fathers, and he was learning the hard way that daddies can be very sick, nasty and creative people.
As soon as they saw me, the boys started struggling. When I heard their muffled groans and whines, I snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I was in a study with my three sons, and they were tied up and bent over, and I wasn't helping them!
I quickly rushed to Charlie and started to work on the chains that held him in place. I quickly realized, however, it was futile. This was the institute, and big heavy padlocks held the boys in place. It even held the ball gag and mouth spreader firmly situated.
I ran to the door, but found that it was missing. It must be covered in mirrors as well, because now all of the walls looked like mirrors and I couldn't see where I had come in. Fuck! I was trapped in a room with my three sons, I was buck naked and hard, and so were they.
What did all this mean? Why were they doing this to me? What was I supposed to do?
I started to think hard and long. They clearly wanted me to do something with my tied up sons, but what? I started thinking about something my guide had said to me a few times along our journey. All boys and their fathers are meant to have sex. That was the underlying theory under the institute. Deep down, all boys and fathers want it. Even if it hurts, or is scary,
That's it! This is a test! They want me to test that theory. My sons were here, they couldn't speak or move. I wouldn't know if they wanted my dick or not, because they couldn't tell me! My guide...the doctors...they must want me to understand whether or not my boys crave their father's cock- my cock.
"I understand!" I shouted out to the people watching me. "I will...I will test them. But please...let me test orally first."
At that moment I heard a clank, then a bouncing, as all of the ball gags fell to the floor. The mouth spreaders in my sons still stayed in place, so they couldn't speak. But now I had full access to all three of their supposedly straight, virgin mouths.
I walked back around to the front of my boys. Their eyes were undoubtedly filled with terror. I reeled away - if they were terrified of course they didn't want my dick. But then again...maybe they were only afraid because of the circumstances.
I knew that my guide wouldn't let me out of this study until I had come to a conclusion - until I saw for myself how important incest sex was. IF this was the only way out, I was going to have to man up and do it.
Of course, I went for my oldest first. At least he would have the least hard time understanding this - I could explain it to him and apologize later. Plus...he had a man-sized mouth...and to accommodate my meat...I needed a big hole.
I bent down and looked my son in the eye.
"Brady," I said with the warmest smile I could conjure up. "I'm going to have to...put my penis in your mouth. It's the only way out of here. Just try to relax and we'll get this over as soon as possible. Just think - your saving your brothers. This way we can get out of here quickly and little Malcom and Charlie won't have to go through this. Ok?
Of course, Brady had no response, he couldn't talk.
I stood up, and looked at my son one last time. Then I took my big cock into my fist - though to myself that this was the only way - and slowly inserted the head of my penis into his mouth.
BOOM
I started ejaculating! I couldn't stop myself! I had been hard all day, and the instant my cock felt my teen son's mouth and tongue, I exploded! Poor Brady! Before he knew what was happening, his mouth and throat were being coated with his father's sperm. An entire day's worth of pent up perverted incest cum started spraying into his forced open mouth. I quickly tried to pull out, but it was no use. My giant dick kept spraying, and now my teen's sexy, athletic and straight boy face was coated in jizz as well. He looked like a gay porn star!
"FUCK! BRADY I'M SO SORRY! OH GOD YES!" I screamed out as I coated my oldest son with jizz. He just looked up at me, his mouth hanging open, tasting cum for the first time. My thick white ropes dripped down his chin, and I quickly realized there was nothing in this room to clean him up with - no cloths or anything. I was going to have to leave him covered in jizz.
"Ok! I did it! I came on my son! Are you happy? Let us out now!"
No answer.
"Please! I see! I did what you want!"
Still, no answer. Obviously I hadn't convinced them. Spewing a gallon of hot, fresh sperm down my straight son's throat, all the while not knowing if he loved it or hated it. But that hadn't been enough. My guide wanted more proof that I agreed with the institute.
I looked back to Brady. Now it hit me exactly how much I had cum. I must have blacked out during part of my orgasm from the pleasure - because I saw my oldest son so drenched in white, thick cum that he could barely see. He held one of his dark brown eyes closed as cum dripped over his eyelid. My cum matted his hair to his forehead. My daddy jizz was running under his nose and down his lips, falling across his open mouth in thick, long strings. Gobs of it were dropping down onto his tongue. He could not close his teenaged mouth, after all, so my daddy sperm just oozed down his throat.
Looking at him, I knew I couldn't do anything more to Brady. He had been through enough. So I turned to my middle son.
Malcom. Middle child. Troublemaker. Always the one pushing everyone's buttons - not because he meant to, but because the boy was a bad seed. For the same reason he was picked on at school, Malcom made you want to pick on him. I remember, as a child, Malcom had been the boy I always wanted to blame, even if his brothers had done a wrong deed.
These were the thoughts running through my head as I approached my middle child, standing in front of him. His eyes immediately focused on my massive, softening, still throbbing and dripping daddy-horse-cock. He couldn't take his eyes off it.
Obviously, cumming on a boy wasn't enough, so I was going to have to take this a step further. (As if I could cum again anyway! I had thoroughly milked my nuts dry on Brady's face!) What had I see after all of that dick sucking and cock sucking?
Piss. And come to think of it, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since the piss wing.
I took a step closer to Malcom, and took my heavy dick in my hand. I opened my mouth to start to explain to him - but the look in his eyes
Well, I hate to admit it, but I gave my middle child a punishment he'll never forget. Before I could think twice about what I was going to do, the piss started flowing - and you know how it is men. You can't stop a good piss flow - it just feels too damn good.
In fact, it felt so good that I tiled my head back and gave out a good groan, just like I do when I finally get a chance to go to the urinal during a baseball game. Midway through the piss, I finally put my head down and opened my eyes, only to realize that I had been pissing directly into Malcom's forced open mouth hole.
I looked down into Malcom's eyes before I moved my piss stream away. I needed to try and focus on what the institute was teaching me - even if it meant ignoring Malcom's signs of distress. After all, I had seen many boys put themselves through a lot for their dad's cock, so how could I be sure Malcom wasn't willing to drink some piss to get on with the inevitable events?
I had to give the boy an option, however. Perhaps he would prove me wrong. Perhaps he would show me he didn't want to drink my piss, and there would be no "inevitable events." So I started to spray my cock around like a fire hose.
Malcom's forehead splattered yellow piss everywhere, then his red hair became drenched in the stuff. It splashed down his back like soap and water on top of a car roof. It dripped down the back of his skinny legs and pooled at the bottom of his tied toes.
Finally, once my middle son was saturated, I grabbed a fistful of his red hair, tilted his head back roughly, and shook my heavy cock above his mouth. I watched the last few drops of my yellow urine fall onto his tongue and disappear down his throat. Then I got down on my knees and looked into his eyes, hard.
They were filled with tears, but did that necessarily mean he wasn't enjoying this? From what I had seen in the institute, plenty of boys' eyes filled with tears as they begged for more dick. Perhaps the tears and fear in his eyes were simply hunger and thanks?
The institute had changed me. When I walked into this facility, I never would have had such thoughts. But now...I was convinced. The only way to truly tell what a boy wanted was to look him in the eye. His mouth could say no, his body could push away, but deep down, in their eyes, you could see...they wanted INCEST.
My oldest boy still dripping with seed, my second son now coated in pungent piss...and still...the microphones stayed silent. Obviously, my task was not done.
Charlie. Sweet little Charlie. The baby. Everyone's favorite. Charlie, who was so full of life and innocence and curiosity. Charlie, who didn't have a bad bone in his body. Charlie, who cried for hours when he scraped his knees. Delicate, sweet Charlie.
Charlie was next.
I looked at my little boy, quivering there, mouth spread, drooling, big blue eyes batting at me. His curly blonde hair fell delicately around his angle face. His little tongue was writing in his mouth, as if trying to speak, to say something. But he was helpless.
What did these men want me to do to Charlie? I had fed my one son sperm, fed the second one piss...and I knew deep down what else happened in this institute. Oral Wing, Cum Wing, Piss Wing...the only Wing that I hadn't touched upon yet with my own sons was the Anal Wing.
Yes, I knew deep down that I would be locked in this room with my sons until I had explored the deep, dark taboo of gay anal father son incest. And something told me that they didn't want me to stick my daddy dick in Bradley or Malcom.
No, the sick, disgusting, insane geniuses at the Institute for Father Son Incest Research wanted me to have my first male on male sexual experience with my baby boy. They wanted me to put my giant daddy dick inside my 8-year-old son's sweet as candy ass hole.
I knelt down to look in Charlie's eyes. I pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear, gently caressed his chin, and pushed back my own tears welling up.
"Charlie, baby, you know Daddy loves you. And Daddy's gonna get you and your brothers out of here. I know you're scared, and you're being such a good, brave boy. But I need you to be SUPER brave, because...Daddy has to try something on you that is going to be...well...scary and shocking."
Charlie let out a little whimper, his eyes searching mine for clues of what I meant.
"It's gonna hurt, Charlie. It's gonna hurt real bad, but, if Daddy has learned anything, then he knows that it's for your best, and that deep down in your little heart, you want me to do this to you. Ok? So just be a big boy."
Again Charlie whimpered, unable to respond because his mouth was stretched so obscenely.
Was I truly about to do this? Was I about to shove my baseball bat of a cock inside my tied up son? Yes, yes I was. And...I can't lie...my cock was harder than it ever had been in my life.
I couldn't go into my son raw like this. It would kill him. Instead, I was going to have to lube him up. Of course, there was no store-bought lube in the room, but after my experience in the last study, I knew what to do.
I circled around behind my son, and got down on my knees. In the position he was in, his little smooth cheeks were already spread, and I could seen the pinpoint of his old winking at me. Before I knew it, I was lapping at that teeny tiny hole, slobbering on it, sucking it, kissing it.
I heard little Charlie yelp in surprise, but in no time his puppy cries turned to whimpers of pleasure. Poor kid, he probably thought that this was the scary thing I was talking about. Little did he know, this was just the fun calm before the storm.
Once his little hold was nice and wet, I gave it one last spit, one last kiss and whispered, "Goodbye little virgin hole," which made Bradley yell and strain against his chains. Obviously, he wanted to protect his little bro, but...what could the teenager do? He was all tied up. He was going to have to stay there and listen to the sounds of his 8-year-old bro taking his own father's dick.
I looked down at Charlie's hole, the size of a pea, then at my dick, thick as a beer can. How would it ever fit? Simple fact was it wouldn't fit in this state. I had to get my dick wet.
I circled around back to Charlie's front. His cheeks were flush from the ass licking he had just received. His mouth still pried open by the spreader, I couldn't help but notice how wet and inviting it was. More son than his brothers had been. Though I didn't seem entirely fair, I knew that Charlie was going to have to lube up the dick that was about to destroy his world.
"Open wide," I heard myself saying as I placed my big hand on the back of his head and aimed my cock at his mouth. His big blue eyes widened as I moved my hips forward, and soon he was tasting cock for the first time. His father's precummy, rigid, steel cock.
I pushed the head in, but soon realized that it was not going to work. My wide, cut, mushroom head was simply too wide for his lips - no, too wide for his mouth stretcher.
As I realized this, I also noticed that my hand was on a dial on the back of his head. I turned the dial, and sure enough, the mouth stretcher started to spread. He whimpered as I turned and turned, trying to spare the boy pain by doing it quickly, until it looked like his big pink boy lips were going to rip.
There, it was wide enough now for me to slide in. The little slut- I mean my son's mouth filled with dick. I got about 5 inches in before I hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag.
"Take a deep breath, Charlie. You can do it."
Charlie, always so eager to please his mother and me, obediently took a deep breath, then started coughing and gagging as I slipped more of my penis into him, taking over his throat space. I seized his throat with my other hand, squeezing it gently to open his windpipe and allow more of my dick in.
"I'm sorry baby, it just has to be this way. Only a couple inches more. Another deep breath."
Though tears were streaming down his face (because I was raping him or because the slut was choking on cock I couldn't be sure), he took that deep breath, and found his little button nose buried in his father's pubes.
"Good boy!" I said, listening to him choke, feeling him spit up on my cock then swallow it again. The kid was a natural, as much as it pains me to say it.
After a few minutes, I pulled my dick out, watching the reflections of myself as my cock covered in slobber appeared out of my boy's throat. He was coughing, drooling, gasping for air. The sounds told me he was happy to be done with my dick, but his eyes told me he wanted more.
"Ok, baby boy, it's time," I said to him. Charlie let out a gasp, a sound of exhaustion. Clearly he had thought that nearly chocking to death on his father's sperm shooter was punishment enough. He had no idea what was coming.
Once again, I returned to his ass, still dripping wet from the make out session I had with his boy hole. I slapped his ass gently, then positioned my dick against his hole.
Bradley and Malcom, able to see everything in the mirrors in front of them, started to protest. I thought Bradley was even going to knock over his box. I was humiliated, seeing my sons try to stop me from fucking their kid brother...but...I was too far gone now. This had to happen. This would happen. This was going to happen.
"I'm sorry Charlie," I whispered to the vibrating little boy. "Daddy loves you." I began to push, struggling at the tightness...and then..
POP!
The head of my throbbing dick ripped into my son's tiny hole. His boy scream filled the room, echoing off the walls, filing the ears of me, and my other two sons. But I just kept pushing, just like the men in the last study had. I took a moment to stare into little Charlie's eyes, which were blood shot and pouring out tears.
He was shaking his head no, screaming bloody murder, but those eyes...those blue eyes...they told me to...
RIIIIIIP!
I shoved the rest of my massive prick into my son. His guts were now filled with dick. My other two sons were crying too...if only they understood that this is what I KNEW Charlie would want, if he could speak.. He would say keep going daddy, because that's what all boys want. It's just too bad that most of the world doesn't get to show this to their children like I do...now...
Yes...that was it. I was lucky! I had the opportunity to show my youngest son the wonders of gay sex with his father, at an age where he could truly appreciate it! Fuck! I better give Charlie all he can get, the lucky little whore!
Like a werewolf on a full moon, I felt an animal take over me, and I grabbed a fistful of Charlie's blonde hair, yanked his head back roughly until he was looking me directly in the eye, spit a big wad into his mouth, and then started fucking him as if he were a professional porno star.
The sounds of my heavy balls slapping roughly against my youngest child were drowned by his screams...screams of lust? love? pain? protest? There was no way to know, and no way I was going to slow down to find out.
The baby of the family was taking a full on fucking, whether he wanted to or not. After all, that was what this whole study had been about.
As I started to fuck harder and harder, his screams got louder and louder and louder until...
SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH!
The walls around us shattered due to my boy's screams. And what did we, my two tied up sons, my 8-year-old kid with a body full of cock, and myself see? Well of course we saw every single scientist there surrounding us, furiously taking notes and high fiving.
That did it. I filled my boy with cum. Creamed him so hard that I was afraid it would cum out his mouth. My littlest boy got dicked and filled with jizz like I had never done before - not even to his own mother when I fucked her silly to create him.
Shuddering, I pulled out of my son, now coming to my senses. The little boy's hole quivered, cum pouring out of it and down his legs, trying to go back to it's normal, virgin, child size. But there was no going back for Charlie; his own father had marked him.
Me.
I had done it. I had fucked my son silly...maybe even raped him...though still...with his mouth spread wide...who's to say?
Suddenly, a throne rose up from underneath me, and I found myself sitting on a high chair, elevated above my boys and the hundreds of scientists that surrounded us. The chair had two foot rests on it, but I chose to keep my legs closed so that my balls and softening man meat wouldn't be on display to everyone in the room. My heart was pounding. Had all these men really just watched me jizz, piss and brutally fuck my sons?
My guide, naked and covered in his own jizz (of course, all the men had masturbated while they watched us) emerged from the crowd.
"Well, well, well. Agent Gregory. How does it feel to be part of a study here at the institute?"
"I...well...oh my god..." was all I could get out. The men laughed. My sons struggled...well...two of them did. I'm afraid I had fucked Charlie so hard that he couldn't move.
"It's ok, you proved something very important here. You see, Agent Gregory, your task was to spend an hour locked in a room with your son. After an hour, the mirrors would shatter.
"It seems you thought that we wouldn't let you out if you didn't use your own boys. But that's simply not true. Whether you had stayed in there and sat on the floor, or talked to your sons, we would have let you out in an hour.
"But you, Agent Gregory, on your own. You chose to ejaculate into your oldest sons teenaged mouth. You humiliated your middle child by pissing on and in him. And your 8-year-old...well...we can all still smell the sweat and sex from you taking his little ass and turning it inside out.
"And...most importantly...you did it all without their consent. You knew, just as all the men here in the Institute know, that boy/man sex is right, true, perfect and natural. Life should be about father/son sex, because boys want it, and obviously, as we all saw, YOU want it too. Do you disagree?"
I couldn't disagree. Instead, I just nodded my head. A smile popped up on the face of ever man in the room. My guide took a step closer to me.
"So, Agent Gregory, the future of the world lies in your hands. You have the power to help us take this Institute to the next level."
"And what level would that be?" I asked, timidly, afraid to hear the answer.
"Integration, my dear man. Integration into the real world. We want to show all of the men and sons out there who haven't realized that they are meant to have sex that they have."
"You mean, you want to make gay father/son incest legal?" I asked incredulously.
"Not only legal," my guide said, slyly, "we want to make it mandatory. We want to enact laws that require fathers to start messing around with their sons at age 5. We want to...change the world."
"But that could never-" I started to protest. But my guide quickly put up his hand.
"Yes, it could. In fact, we have everything in place...except...for funding...that's where you come in, Agent Gregory. See, we need the government to give us money...a lot more money...billions. More than the Pentagon receives. That's why we were so careful with you, orchestrated this whole event, kidnapped your sons. We wanted to show you what power you had...what this would mean. And of course...this wouldn't go unrewarded..."
I gulped. "What do you mean?"
My guide smiled and turned to my sons. "If you agree to give us the funding, we'll give you a prominent spot here in the Institute. We'll make you in charge of implementing the laws, we'll take your thoughts into consideration and...we'll turn your own sons over to you. Today."
"Today? WHAT?"
"That's right, agent. If you sign this document," he held up a clipboard, waving it at me, "then we'll untie your sons, and they will be yours from here on out. What do you say? Will you help us make the fathers and sons of this world aware of what they are meant to do? Will you change the course of American - no Human history? Just sign on the line."
He placed the clipboard in my lap. A pen was placed into my hand. I looked at my guide, smiling sinisterly, the men surrounding me.
No...no way! No way would I sign on funding to turn the world into a mandatory father/son orgy! What would people think? I would be remembered in history as a villain...
And then, I looked at my boys. Brady, his muscular body, his strong jaw line still dripping with semen. Rebellious Malcom, angry, surly, and covered in yellow piss. And Charlie...trembling, half unconscious, filled with cum. I picked up the pen and signed my name.
The crowd erupted in cheers. At once, the chains on my boys released. All three of them flopped off their blocks onto the floors. Though the men were popping champagne and wine, I was focused only on my sons.
"Go help your dad celebrate, boys," my guide said. "Looks like he could use some cleaning up and attention."
The boys looked at each other, their mouths still spread wide. Each one drooling from having their mouths open for so long. And then, slowly, like wounded soldiers, they began to crawl toward me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs. My heavy, soft cock flopped down, still covered in cum and Charlie's ass juices. The boys reached me together, Bradley egging on Charlie, encouraging him to use his strength that he had left to crawl to me. And then, they were between my legs.
I looked down at my sons, listening to the sounds of the joyous crowds around me. They looked up at me, and then, simultaneously, their slutty tongues flopped out. Together they leaned in, and began to lap at my dirty dick.
Looking down at my flesh and blood, my three sons, all working together to clean my cock...it was then I knew...I had made the right choice.
Long live the Institute!