Patriarchs

He then locked eyes with his father, who looked on him with approval. "You learn fast kid. I'm impressed."

"Well it comes pretty easily. Thanks to your DNA probably,"

"You fuckin bet it was," his father said with a dark grin.

Dante then landed another sharp slap on Linda's right ass-cheek.

Without breaking eye contact with his father, Tony did the same to Bethany.

They continued to watch each other as they pounded, alternating smacks on the girls below them.

He could feel himself effortlessly becoming his father. A predator that women couldn't resist.

"THAT'S my fucking boy!!!" Dante roared as he broke into an even faster and more ferocious rhythm, with his son following his lead yet again as the cries from the girls rang out.

"Oh fuck...fuuuUUUUUUUCK!!" Tony groaned, unable to hold himself back any longer, burying his dick as deep as it would go into this cunt, and shot more ropes of his cum into her.

His father was quick to follow. "GYYAAAAA, fuuuuuck!" Dante bellowed out.

And now there were two more young, fresh, prime cunts full of the seed of these two stallions. Both Tony and Dante laid still for a few seconds, still balls-deep in their girls, before they finally both got up off the bed.

"All right, who needs a bathroom break," Dante asked.

All four of the girls raised their hands.

Dante then untied all of them. "Be back here in seven minutes, each of ya,"

And each of the girls ran off to the bathrooms in their heels, getting a singular (and comparatively light) spanking from Dante on the way out.

"You spank em on the way back in," Dante said.

Tony could only snicker. "God, what a life," he replied to his Dad.

"And you're just starting out in it. Listen, pretty soon I'm gonna get you vaccinated against all the STDs in the world. We got that shit now. And I'm also gonna get you regular tests for everything. I have all of that, and it's at your disposal for the rest of your life. And we got special shots for just about anything that you or any of your girls come down with,"

"Holy fuck man,"

"I'm serious, even if a bitch just gets like a UTI or something. Or anytime you knock a slut up, you just send me the invoice for the abortion, got it?"

"Of course," Tony replied hesitantly.

"Plan B's gotten so much harder for women to get. Even abortions are harder to get than they used to be, if you don't have the money," Dante continued.

Finally, Tony had to bring up the idea that was on his mind. "What if I wanted to start a family early, like you did?"

His Dad looked taken aback, and let out a sigh of disappointment.

"I mean, you know where I stand and what my advice is. But if that's really what you wanna do, I'll pay for everything. The bitch, the kid, all of it. You got it."

It was at this moment that all four girls started returning from their bathroom breaks. Tony accordingly gave each of them a spank as they came running in. Dante then grabbed each of them and, without any resistance, tied them back up and put them back onto the bed, fully hogtied, face-down-ass-up.

"What if," Tony asked, continuing the conversation, "I wanna have a big family?"

"How big we talking here?"

"So big, abortions might be the one thing you never get asked to pay for."

"Huh?" his Dad asked, bewildered.

"What?" Bethany echoed from the bed.

"Like, okay. Out of every 20 bitches I unload into when I'm at BUWG, one will get pregnant--statistically. So out of every 100, 5 will get pregnant. Maybe more, but let's just say those numbers for now."

"Probably more, but yeah, all right,"

"And out of those five, statistically, one or two of them will have parents that either would never help them get abortions, or couldn't afford to."

"Sure, makes sense."

"...What if we don't get them abortions either?"

"Huh?"

"But I...or, and I guess you--and this is like a huge thing to ask, and I'm just spitballing here, you've done more than enough for me,"

"Nah, c'mon kid let's hear it,"

"What if..." Tony took a deep breath. "Every girl I manage to knock up gets an offer?"

"An offer?

"You don't wanna drop out of school and go back into the life of a being a girl from the underclass, and have a baby...and have no safety net, no jobs that pay enough, no nothing. It's late-stage capitalism that never ends out there. Hard enough to survive on your own let alone with kids."

He paused.

"Buuut....you can't get an abortion, cause your parents either can't afford one, or they won't pay for one, or both. And guess what, we ain't paying for it for ya either. But you CAN move into one of our houses, sign a Surrender of Autonomy, and become a breeding toy for me who never gets to wear clothes again,"

"Holy...fuuuck," came Zephyr's shocked voice from the bed, along with a bunch of gasps from the other girls.

Tony ignored her. "You have the kid. And then you have as many more kids as I can knock you up with till it stops being safe for you, whenever that is. And then all of those kids grow up with the best education in the world, the best day care in the world, the best food--they'll never know what it is to go to bed hungry, or get their power shut off, or not have health care. And neither will you."

"And whenever we feel like your body really can't take it anymore, you get put out to pasture. Nice life, you get your own place, you'll never have to work a day as long as you live. Much better than the alternative!" He concluded.

"That's so fucked up!" Linda said with shock.

"Are you...for real?" Zoey's voice quivered.

"You're gonna go around raping women and blackmailing them into becoming your fucking SEX SLAVES??!!" Bethany asked, adding her voice to the chorus.

Dante sighed, grinning from the corner of his mouth. "Tony I think we've heard enough from the cocksleeves tonight, don't you?" He asked, standing up to walk over to the dresser to pick up the ball gags he'd left there.

"Jesus fucking christ" Linda moaned in fury.

Tony grinned, stood up, and took two of the four ball gags, which his Dad now held out for him to take.

"Oh god,"

"You fucking ass--HNNGG"

"You're both so fucking dish--guuuuu--shIIIINNNGGG!!!!"

All the girls were silenced, after taking their last moments of speech for the night to curse their users for the evening as the gags went in.

The two men sat back down in their chairs at the table where they'd sipped their whiskey during the whipped cream "game."

"Son," Dante said. "That is the most brilliant, clever, innovative fucking idea I ever heard of. It's gonna be pocket change for me. I'm in. I'll put down whatever money you need to get started until you're rolling in your own dough."

"THANK YOU Dad!!" Tony gushed.

"C'mere!" Dante leaned over to give him a fratty high five.

"When I was in college, when your Mom was pregnant with you and when you were a baby...I was able to fuck three or four sluts a week usually, sometimes more, sometimes less. Didn't always finish inside, but GOD DAMM how I wish I had...Still about ten abortions we had to pay for during my undergrad."

"Damn,"

"And I was still trying to hold myself back. You, my boy...I want you to spread your seed far and wide, into as many bitches as possible. I'm serious. We're gonna do everything we can to make your hunts a success. You're going to BUWG, we'll buy up the frats there, and in the other Walnut Grove schools...get all their parties to be prime hunting grounds for you. I'll even get the frat boys some extra pussy in exchange. And tomorrow: we're doing research,"

"On what?" Tony asked.

"The biggest fucking mansions on the market right now," Dante replied slickly. "We're gonna get you everything you need to be a proper patriarch."

He had to be the best father on the planet, bar none.