Ball-Gag Meets Blindfold

"Fuck, you smell good," he whispered. "You smell like home."

I could barely breathe as I felt his cock twitch against my leg. The moment was coming, and I could feel the tension in the room increasing. Dominick's breathing was heavy, and I heard the unmistakable sound of his rubbing his own aching cock. I thought of him watching, watching me getting fucked, if you could call it that. It seemed like an impossible thought: getting fucked by my own father. And yet, I felt my dad's cock carefully brush across my inner thigh as he squeezed some lube from the bottle and began to rub it across the head of his cock.

My dad was so overprotective, his body so warm and hairy, that to imagine the feeling of his cock inside me seemed like something unimaginable, utterly unnatural. But in the next moment, my whole body began to tense as I felt the cold lube drizzle down over my hole, followed by the hot sensation of my dad's finger gently rubbing it in. When he first came into the room, I wanted desperately for him to recognize me, so we could stop from ever getting to this point. But now that we were at the point of no return, I hoped he would never find out the truth. Surely Dominick could at least do me the kindness of never telling him who he had just fucked.

As my father's finger traced my rim, I felt the hot, pulsing head of his cock resting up against my hole. A panic began to mount inside me as I thought about what was about to happen. I swallowed hard, trying to summon the words to stop this forbidden act from reaching its final scene, as if I could have said anything through the ball-gag. The whole ordeal had become a whirlwind of confusion, a tornado of desire and fear.

I felt his cock press against my hole gingerly, and I could tell he was trying to be gentle. I was letting out little whimpers no matter how hard I tried to hold them in, now worried that he would somehow recognize me through my vocalizations.

"You alright, bud?" he asked me.

I groaned, nodding a little even though he couldn't see it through the blindfold -- what else could I do? -- and my father pushed his bare, hard cock into me slowly, letting me get accustomed to the feeling of him inside of me. I was quivering with a mixture of pleasure and revulsion that was almost unbearable. I pushed against my restraints, wanting to be freed and yet, at the same time, wanting on some primal level what was to come.

Once my father had gotten all of himself inside me, he began to thrust into me slowly. With each thrust, my body was becoming accustomed to the feeling of him. One of the worst feelings of my life was turning into something that, despite all my best intentions, I was beginning to enjoy. My father's hands gripped my hips firmly, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. With each thrust, he slapped his own body into mine, sending me rocking back and forth. My cock was beginning to harden again even in the midst of what was happening.

My father gripped my shoulders, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of my arms. He leaned forward, and I felt the sweat of his chest slipping off onto my back and shoulders. His cock continued to push into me as he pushed my body down onto the bed, exerting his dominance over me. I tried to fight it, tried to hold back my mounting pleasure, but there was something about the feeling of his hot, hard body slipping up against mine that was causing my body to betray me.

Looking down and seeing my father's slick cock sliding in and out of me, my ass clenching around him again and again, the feeling of his strength and power over me as he pinned me down and pumped harder and harder into me -- all of this was making my body react in a way I had never expected.

As his thrusts became more and more frenzied, I noticed that the blindfold, now soaked with his sweat, was beginning to come loose. I gave Dominick that panicked look with my eyes again, but he said nothing. He just sat back and grinned as I watched the loose blindfold slip farther down my father's eyes, milliimeter by milliimeter. His thrusts continued to grow more passionate, his grip on my shoulders growing tighter and tighter.

And then, finally, the blindfold unceremoniously slipped off, revealing my father's hidden gaze. I stared up from the bed at his shining blue eyes, and watched a look of sheer shock freeze on his face, as he continued by instinct to piston in and out of me.

"Tucker?" he gasped breathlessly, barely able to form the words.

I could see the muscles of his face tighten and contort in a desperate attempt to figure out what was going on. My father's hands squeezed my arms tighter as he tried, to no avail, to make sense of what he was seeing. I could feel the muscles in his legs tensing as well, his attempts to hold back his orgasm growing increasingly feeble and ineffectual.

"Dad," I tried to say, forgetting about the gag and simply emitting yet another incomprehensible utterance.

My father's wild eyes began to get wider and wider as he continued to pump into me, and I could see the look of confusion and disbelief on his face as the realization of what he was doing began to sink in. He was fucking his own son. And had been this whole time.

Dominick's grin grew wider as he watched my father struggle with the reality of his plan.

"Yeah," he said, taunting my father. "Did I forget to mention that my younger friend was named Tucker? My bad, Pete."

Somehow through all this, my father's hips hadn't stopped thrusting back and forth, his member still working its way in and out of me deep. He stared at Dominick, his eyes wide and his face covered with a layer of sweat. His engorged genitals pulsated and throbbed inside me. I could feel his throbbing erection twitching with each stroke.

"You," my father managed to say, his voice quivering. "You're a...sick...fucker..." But it sounded tinged with pleasure, too. He was the one who didn't seem able to stop.

"I know, buddy," Dominick said. "But in this case, at least, I don't think your son minds. Do you, Tucker?"

I looked up into my father's sweating face, and saw a look of both sorrow and lust there. I shook my head no.

"That's good," Dominick said. "Because it's too late for your father to stop now. I'm afraid his cock has taken over for his brain, and he's about to shoot his load inside his own son."

My father stared into my eyes, his own wide and desperate as he continued pumping into me. In spite of the fact that he now knew the full extent of the depravity that had been inflicted upon him, he couldn't stop. His hips continued to push forward, his hips continued to push back, and his dick continued to fuck me.

"I'm sorry, Tucker," he moaned. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know..."

His cock twitched and pulsed inside me once more, causing me to moan and groan and writhe in pain and pleasure.

I moaned back, wordlessly. His cock continued to throb against my insides as it did its work. I looked up at him with pleading, frightened eyes, begging him to stop, yet also hoping that he would fuck me more. Some dark part of me wanted his cum inside me, wanted to feel it gush up into me and fill me up.

My father placed both hands on my furry chest and pressed me tight. His balls slapped against my ass, and his hips bucked like a jackhammer, his cock thrusting violently up into me, his dick pounding me over and over again.

"Oh, God...Oh, God...I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Let it happen," said Dominick, jerking himself off furiously. "Let it happen..."

My father opened his eyes and stared down at me with love and lust, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. His whole body shook and shivered, as if he couldn't control it any longer.

He groaned loudly, and then, with one final, savage thrust, and he came. I could feel his thick, hot seed filling up my insides, his cock throbbing and twitching as he filled me with his cum. It felt almost endless the way he kept fucking me, kept thrusting into me, kept shooting his load into me. And then he finally pulled out, and I felt his seed pouring out of me and dribbling down my inner thighs.

I saw his dick, covered in his own cum. He was staring at it, horrified and confused at once as his orgasm recede.

I still hadn't come yet and was hard as a rock, but couldn't touch myself with the restraints on my limbs. Hating myself for it, I used my eyes to gesture at my dad, towards my cock.

My father nodded with resignation, understanding his duty, and then he dropped to his knees, his cock still dripping with cum. He held his hand out between my legs, catching my dick at the base, cupping my balls in the other. He jerked my cock in the same rhythm that he had used to fuck me with, helping me to bring myself off.

I groaned and gasped, looking up at his sweaty body that looked so much like my own but older, his muscular frame moving rhythmically as he jerked my dick. I felt his cum still inside my ass, hot and slick, and I groaned as my orgasm started to overtake me.

My vision blurred, and I felt my body go rigid as I came, shooting my load all over my dad's hand and my own stomach. I grunted, my ass clenching and jerking, still feeling the last sips of my orgasm.

My mind was spinning with all the things that had just happened. But I realized it wasn't quite over yet, as Dominick walked up to the bedside, his cock still rock-hard. He caressed the side of my face and then slipped the ball-gag out of my mouth.

"Come on, boy," he said, patting the top of my head. "Show your daddy the way you suck me. Prove that you're better than your old man."

I looked up at him, my cheeks blushing as Dominick slipped his cock into my mouth, holding my head with both hands.

"That's it," he said, growing even harder in my mouth. My dad, still naked at the foot of the bed and matted with sweat and cum, watched me begin to suck Dominick off.

I choked a little as I felt his cock press against the back of my throat. It was bigger than my dad's, and it had been a little while since I'd done this, but I did my best to take him, bobbing my head back and forth, sucking and licking, sealing my lips around his shaft.

I heard him groan, and realized that my dad was, despite himself, already getting hard again. His eyes were glued to me as I sucked his friend, and I wondered if now, after what we'd done, he was wishing it was his cock I was sucking.

"What a good little cocksucker," Dominick groaned, his hands tight on the back of my head. "Yeah, take it all in. Just like that. Suck my cock, boy, just like that."

I felt my jaw starting to ache as he pressed himself even farther into my mouth, but I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in, with his balls slapping against my chin. He was moaning, his breath growing short, and I knew he was about to come.

"That's it, boy," he grunted. "Keep going. You're gonna make your old man proud. Show me how a real man takes it."

I felt his cock jerk and twitch as he thrust into my mouth, his hands still keeping my head in place on his cock as he sprayed his hot cum into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and tried to suck every last drop of his load, swallowing it all down. When he was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Yeah. See, Pete? Your boy's a fucking pro. You raised a good one."

The last remnants of Dominick's load dripping out of my lips, my dad looked at me. He'd been stroking his cock the whole time I'd been sucking Dominick off, and his face was full of shame and curiosity. But he was still hard. Watching me do this, watching me suck another man's cock, had gotten him hard all over again.

He reached out and laid his hand tenderly, almost pleadingly, on my knee. "Tucker... I'm..." His eyes were moist with emotion. "I'm sorry, son. I really didn't know... and then it was too late. I should have stopped... but I didn't."

Dominick was casually undoing my restraints as if this were all perfectly normal. He tossed the ropes on the floor and then, without saying a word, simply walked out of the room, leaving me and my dad alone.

For the first time since my dad had stepped into this house, I was alone with him and without restraints. I didn't know what to say. My dad's eyes were shining with the tears he was fighting back.

"I never thought that... I didn't know you were... I would've never..." His voice was choked with emotion. "What did I do to you? How could I have done this to you?"

Slowly, his hand moved to my head and pulled me toward him.

"Oh, God," he said, his voice full of heartbreak but also husky with desire. "Son... I love you so much..."

I could feel his cock, rock hard and sticking straight out, pressing against my abdomen as we sat pressed so close together, and I knew this experience wasn't over. It would never be over, now that we'd both tasted the forbidden fruit. I could see the look of longing in his bright blue eyes. He pulled me even closer, until his dark, hairy chest pressed against mine.

"I should've known..." he said, his voice breaking. "It was so obvious... I should've guessed... Your body, this beautiful hairy chest that you got from me..."

He stroked my face, and his fingers slid into my hair. "You're so beautiful, son... I wish I could go back and undo what I've done to you... I wish I could take it all back..."

"I don't, Dad," I whispered. "I don't."

He kissed me, and it was the most tender, sweet kiss I'd ever had. His lips brushed against mine, his tongue slid into my mouth, and it felt as if he was giving me every ounce of love, every ounce of affection, every ounce of regret and remorse, every ounce of everything he had, he was pouring into that one kiss. It was the kiss of a man looking into the eyes of his son and seeing the man he once was, the man he should've been, and the man he no longer thought he could ever be. I kissed him back, tasting my own salty tears on his lips.

"We'll never be able to go back," my father murmured, almost to himself. "We can't take it back."

I couldn't answer him, because I knew he was right. There was no going back, now that we'd crossed that line. Everything was different now. It had to be.