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Subject: Tales of a Young Slutboy 5 Dr. Young gave me a sympathetic expression as we sat inside his small, cozy office at the mental health clinic. “That realization had to have hurt you so deeply.” I didn’t respond. I just sat here, trying to collect my emotions the more I’d told my story. Since I’d practically been dead to Dad and Grandpa, they’d started being dead to me after treating me poorly. All I’d wanted was a good family, a real family. But I hadn’t had that chance. Not until I’d met my husband who sat on my right side and continued giving me a supportive hand squeeze in respectful silence. What Dad had done to me, I’d never do to either of my sons. Well, the man I’d thought had been a father to me. I’d been wrong. He’d been someone else entirely the whole time. A stranger… *** It was the following Sunday. I didn’t like stalling or waiting for the perfect moment to rescue Guy and escape what I’d thought would be a hot and fun house to live in. This place was a family sex manor whose beauty masked something else entirely. A prison was more like it. Naked, I got up from my bed and sneaked out of my small room. This particular room was a punishment for me being a “great shame” in the family. I only knew it now that I’d found out the truth of my supposed failure. Everyone else had bigger and nicer rooms than I did, after all. My room had been assigned to me years ago because Dad and Grandpa had already known about my sexual history. Through the dark, I carefully went downstairs and noticed the guard not anywhere near the door I wasn’t allowed to enter. To be safe, I sneaked everywhere first. Once I was back upstairs, I tiptoed down the dark hallway and peeked through a cracked door. It was the guard’s bedroom whose light was on. There he was, fucking one of my cousins who clearly loved it by the look on his face. They made out while the guard roughly gave it to him good with his big Black dick. It got me a little hard to watch them, but I didn’t want to waste any more time. Thankfully, they didn’t notice me. I sneaked back downstairs and headed to the door I wasn’t supposed to enter. No one had told me I wasn’t supposed to go inside there. I just figured that because the guard often stood near it as if blocking the way. Obvious much? I quietly turned the knob and opened the door, relieved there was no creaking. It was the basement. It was dim down there, but at least the light was bright enough for me to see. I closed the door as carefully as I could, and I took slow steps down the creakless stairway. What a huge basement! But…who was that straight ahead? It looked like a naked man inside a small jailcell with a twin-size bed and a toilet. Why would he be in there? Had he done something serious? I sneaked toward the cell while he lay on the bed and shivered in fetal position. I reached the bars and took a good look at his face. My eyes bulged, and I could barely breathe. Panting, I took a step back. He looked just like Dad! He caught me and struggled to lift himself up to a sitting position. He looked just as shocked, but at the same time…overjoyed? “Geoff?” His tone was soft. I couldn’t believe it. Same deep voice, same brown hair and brown eyes, same handsome face…except thinner and less muscled from what had probably been weight loss. His flat stomach growled too. Was he hungry? God, I was more confused than ever. I didn’t know what to say. He knew me, but…who was he? Another uncle? Dad’s twin I didn’t know about? He struggled to fully get up, and he limped toward me. His shaky hand reached for mine through the bars. He looked so emotional that he’d probably cry at any second. “It’s really you!” More confusion hit me. “Uncle?” He shook his head. “No, Geoff. I’m your real father.” istanbul travesti That admission had sucked the air out of me, and more waves of confusion came over me. What…? I…what was he talking about? “The one you think is your father, the one who helped raise you, is actually my twin. Your uncle. But he couldn’t have kids. I could, so your grandpa and uncles forced me to impregnate your mother whenever the time was right, all while she and everyone else thought I was my brother.” I panted. “Dad…?” He nodded. “Oh, son, I looked forward to this moment after having false hopes of meeting you one day. Except they weren’t false at all. My dream came true.” Nothing made sense anymore, but I took his big hand and enveloped my little one. I’d never known this man in my life, yet he already seemed kinder and more loving than my own dad…or…uncle now. This man here was my real dad, after all. I didn’t care if he was due for a shower. I wanted to be loved like I should’ve been. I’d been willing to make my now-uncle happy when I’d thought he’d been my dad, but fuck him. This was my dad now. “I assume you’re here because of the family fuck club. I get told everything but only because they enjoy taunting me about missing out after years of me being stuck in here. You’ve been shamed like I’ve been for losing my virginity to a non-blood. Oh, son, I’m so sorry you have to go through this.” I couldn’t take the emotions and pain anymore. I burst into heavy sobs, squeezing Dad’s hand, never wanting to let him go. “I want to get out of here and take you and Guy with me. I want to get to know you, and I want you to get to know me and Guy too.” “I’d love that, Geoff. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long now. But how? I’m weaker these days because I’m not allowed to eat much. I used to be in top shape until the weight loss. The guard opens the cell only for me to bathe, but he doesn’t do it every day. No blankets as you see here.” Dad pointed at the small bed. “And that’s how it’ll stay forever,” the guard said from behind in a serious tone. I was startled, and I turned around to capture the guard’s angry face. I hadn’t even heard him come down here! Oddly enough, his huge dick was hard as if he were ready to fuck some more. He held a key and opened the barred door, giving me more hope than ever. But instead of letting Dad out, he pushed me inside and quickly locked the jailcell. “Your grandpa was already planning to have you locked too. So I might as well do it now and make him proud for being on top of it.” My world was crushed again. But now, I was with Dad. I threw my arms around him, ignoring his body odor. I felt warm in his embrace, and my dick hardened against his skin. We cried together, knowing we were trapped here for a long time, maybe forever. But we had each other at least. The guard cleared his throat to get us to separate, but he was stroking his big dick. “I may be willing to go easy on you in secret only if you do as I say. Because I’m honestly tired of having to listen to him all the time.” I gave him a quick nod. “Anything, Sir.” “Good. I love having control just as much as your grandpa does. I own you now.” “Don’t hurt my little boy,” Dad said while pulling me back in his arms. For being physically weak, he was still protective. The guard smirked. “Oh, I won’t. The opposite, in fact.” He kept jerking off for a moment while looking at me with hungry eyes. “Get over here, slutboy, and suck this big dick. It’s about time I finally get to have a taste of new meat.” I didn’t want to, despite my erection, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get out of here. Maybe the guard would help us. Maybe he could set us free. It was worth a try during these desperate times. “You kadıköy travesti don’t have to, Geoff,” Dad said. I frowned. “But I do. For our own future together.” I stepped closer to the guard and didn’t have to get on my knees because he towered over me. I put all of him that I could inside my mouth, massaging his big balls while putting my mouth to work. I could only suck about a third of it. “Yeah, slutboy, make me nut inside that pretty little mouth.” Dad sighed. “I can’t watch this,” he muttered. “Actually, you can, and you will,” the guard said. “Stand up and get behind your son.” Dad obeyed, but he just stood behind me, not doing anything. “Fuck your little boy. Do it.” My dick got even harder with anticipation. Even though I didn’t want to suck the guard off, I suddenly wanted Dad inside me. “I…I don’t know.” Did Dad even want to? “Do you guys want your freedom or not?” Dad gasped. “You’re really willing to set us free?” His tone was full of deep hope. “Maybe. But only if you satisfy my needs every night while everyone’s asleep. And only if you find a way to let me have a piece of Guy’s big virgin butt.” My little brother. Guy was only sixteen! How could he take such a monster? Even Dad’s big one still wasn’t as big as the guard’s. I was only able to because of practice. But Guy was different. He was innocent. His first time deserved to be special. Then, I had an idea. I stopped sucking and managed a smile at the guard. “It’s a deal.” But in my own sneaky way. I turned to look at Dad. “Fuck me. It’s okay. I can take it.” I knew Dad wanted me from how hard he already was. “You sure, son?” “I’m sure. I want us to get out of here.” “But what about Guy? I don’t know if I’m willing to give his virginity up to the guard. It’s reserved for your grandpa, and even then, I don’t like that one bit.” I didn’t either, and I’d much rather Dad be Guy’s first if I could make it happen someday, but only if Guy had no choice but to have sex for us to get out of here. It could take two years for that to happen, though. “No deal, then,” the guard said. I gave the guard a pleading look. “Wait!” I rushed to Dad’s ear and whispered, “I have a plan to trick him into thinking he’ll do it. We’ll work together.” Dad nodded, whispering back, “But promise me you’ll no longer be a slutboy when we’re free. I want the three of us to live like a real family together, sex or not.” My heart warmed up at that. What a dream. As much as I loved being a slutboy in general, I wouldn’t mind a more normal life with Dad and Guy as long as we got to love each other in our own way. Maybe I could get back to my nerdy hobbies. Maybe I could suddenly find an interest in a career someday since I was an early college graduate. “I promise.” “And I love you too,” he said in a louder tone. Aw, he loved me. I hadn’t said it, but maybe it was to pretend as if avoiding any suspicion from the guard. Dad kissed my lips for the first time, his tongue around mine. I melted as if in sweet bliss. I’d wanted my own dad for a long time, only I now had my real one, a better one. “Fuck me, Dad. I promise I can take it.” He made a little smile and caressed my cheek with so much love in his expression. “Okay.” He scooted me forward, back to the guard until I was in a spit-roast position. He spat as lube and started sliding his big inches into me. I continued sucking the guard who fucked my slobbery mouth and made me gag in tears every so often. I hoped he’d come soon so that I could get it over with. Who I really wanted was Dad, and I jerked myself off while getting turned on by the reality of my real father fucking me the way I would’ve wanted him to. I missed him even if I hadn’t met him before. bakırköy travesti He was everything to me, and even more than ever now that I knew he loved me like a father was supposed to love his son, unlike his selfish and mean brother, my evil uncle. Dad was finally deep inside and slowly fucked me, given his lack of energy. He proved he still had it in him to fuck, though. “God, this is so surreal, Geoff. I’m fucking you. I’m fucking my own son.” He was, and I loved it. I’d been fucked so many times that it didn’t hurt at all. On the contrary, the pleasure had started the instant he’d entered me, making me leak so much. “Yeah, fuck that little boy butt,” the guard said in a hornier tone while fucking my now-eager mouth. “I love real incest. Wish I could fuck my own kids when they’re old enough, but I doubt it’ll ever happen.” With a slobbery mouthful, I twerked on Dad’s big dick while I continued jerking myself off, my hips moving around to get him to enjoy his own flesh and blood. His hard breaths told me he loved it. His big hands were on my small waist with a firm grip. He wasn’t rough at all. He was slow and steady. I loved it, and I loved him. I didn’t have to know him to love him. He was Dad, my real father, and our love had been automatic the moment he’d given me life because it came with the territory of father and son. The guard breathed harder, almost fucking my throat and making me choke a bit. “Shit, I’m about to nut…” He groaned, gripping my longish hair hard to hold my head while he flooded my little mouth. I managed to swallow every drop from all the experience I’d gained from being a slutboy. I ignored the strong taste and kept swallowing all his cum. Besides, I was used to it. Dad came as well, grunting. He hadn’t said a word the entire time, but he didn’t have to for me to know he’d enjoyed my skinny ass. He slowed down, his hands still on my waist. Finally, I squirted everywhere while still with a slobbery mouthful of the guard’s dick, moaning. The big, blissful feeling consumed me and made my skinny body shake. Some of my cum landed on his legs and the rest of it on the floor. The guard sighed in relief and quickly pulled out. “Be ready for me tomorrow.” He wasted no time leaving, his big ass jiggling with every step. He marched back upstairs and shut the door. That was okay. He’d given me and Dad hope for freedom as long as we obeyed him. I sniffled and wiped the tears off my face from what had been a rough blowjob. Dad pulled out of my used hole, cum just gushing out from how much he’d flooded me. He chuckled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Look at your red eyes. He really used your mouth.” “That’s okay. I’m used to it.” Then, I got on the bed and lay on my left side all the way against the wall, my back facing Dad. “Hold me, Daddy?” I was already getting used to his body odor. My need to be held was far more important. “Of course, son.” He struggled a bit with getting back on the bed, probably even weaker now that my little butt had drained his balls. He held me in his arms, and we barely fit on the bed. It was a good thing we were both thin. “I want to get to know you more. You’re my son. I want to bond with you.” “We already are, Dad. Naturally.” “I know. Because I’ve loved you since you were born, just like I love Guy. I didn’t want to be forced to have babies, but after thinking about fatherhood and seeing pictures of you and Guy as newborns, along with more pictures of you boys growing up, I knew I had to have you both in my life.” “Now you have me at least.” “I do.” Dad kissed my head and snuggled with me, our bodies generating enough heat not to need blankets. “I love you.” “I love you too, Daddy.” And I’d get us out of here somehow, whatever it took for me to make it happen. We’d move somewhere far away so that we’d never be found again, and we’d start our new lives together. Not just the two of us, either. The three of us. Oh, ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!

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