PZA: IFSIR - The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research

I could only nod and wonder why my dick twitched when he said the words twisted and cruel. We entered a new, darker corridor, and he led me into the first observation room.

Experiment 98845
Mature Bottoming and Cum worship

Subjects: Ronald, (Father, 49), Nicholas (Son, 20), Nathan (Son, 18), Nigel (Son, 15), Neal (Son, 12) Nolan, (Son, 7)

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Year +

As soon as we walk into the observation room I recognize these men. They were the blonde, tanned farmer family from the cum banquet. Just a few moments ago I had seen the father jack his big cock with two fists on to his five eager son's plates. Now the situation had changed completely.

In the center of the room was another one of the doctor's tables with stirrups, though this time the stirrups were lockable around the ankles. The father was climbing up, still fully nude, and placed his brawny thighs in the air. The two oldest son's, Nicholas and Nathan, locked his ankles into place.

"I know you may have thought that the boys here were the ones all about cum, judging by how happily they ate their dad's sperm," my guide said. "But they look conservative when compared to their cum-addicted father. They use him for a cum dumpster, but the old man never seems to get enough. You're about to witness their after lunch routine."

"Alright dad, you ready for my man cum?" Nicholas, the oldest son asked. Nicholas was a real beauty, tall and slender, tanned, he looked like a model. Piercing green eyes that bore into his dad, who was all smiles as he lay his thick, hairy arms behind his head. The dad wriggled his feet in anticipation.

Man, this guy really was hungry for him! His tight hole was on display as Nicholas moved forward, his tall and slender body graceful and athletic. His long, beautifully shaped cock leaped forward happily out of a blonde bush of pubes. The young man's perfect tool bobbed gently as he walked, until he was poking it in, and then, in one swift move, sank deep inside his dad.

"THANK GOD!" The dad cried out, a smile taking over his face. Nicholas just gave a shudder of pleasure, and started pumping away at his dad's hole. A silence came over the observation room. We all watched in awe as Nicholas did some fine work. We could tell this kid was an expert fucker. He just pounded his dad, moving his hips in perfect rhythm. The dimples on the sides of his ass flexed every time he thrust. I remember thinking that the reason he did such a grade-A, passionate job was probably because he was plowing his own father's ass. Why were thoughts like that coming into my head? This place was rubbing off on me.

After about 15 minutes, the dad started begging. "COME PLEASE! Nicholas, you're doing a great job, as always. UGH. BUT I WANT THE CUM! PLEASE! THE SPERM! YOUR GOO! PLEASE PLEASE!"

Nicholas laughed as he kept pumping. "I know, I know. I was just having some fun. Here dad," he said, as if he was passing the salt at the dinner table. As casually as could be, Nicholas started pumping hard and deep, and then threw his head back and let out a loud moan as he shot his sperm deep inside his dad.

"THANK GOOOOOOOD! YESSS!" Was all dad could say as his oldest son spermed his hole. The kid kept going for a while, moaning and grunting as his young cum shot and shot and shot inside his father. Finally he pulled out, his semi-hard, still beautiful dick, all slimy with cum and dad's ass juice. The dad was clearly pulling his hole shut to keep the cum he loved so dearly in.

Nicholas sauntered over to where his brothers had been watching. All of them right down to little Nolan were hard as a rock. Obviously they had enjoyed their brother's shows. Nicholas, still smiling from his orgasm, picked up a beer, popped it open, and took a big swig.

"Nicholas just turned 21," my guide explained. "He's always eager to celebrate with a beer. And his dad obviously likes to talk about how his boy is now a man. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like the boys either, just watch."

Nicholas patted Nathan, the 18 year old, on his back. "Man, dad is really hungry today. You better get in there."

"Sure thing!" The 18 year old said. Like his brother, his body was a perfect sculpture. He was smooth and slender, though he had a bit wider of a build. His hair was the longest of his brothers', long enough to be pulled back into a pony tail. Without wasting any time, he walked up to his dad who was still moaning quietly from his last fuck, and sank his cock into that horny, hairy hole.

"YES! MORE PLEASE!" The dad said, already asking for the cum. I see now why he was in the cum wing and not the anal wing. It wasn't about the fucking for him, but just the cum. I was starting to see how this whole place was organized. These men were sorted into the wings by their tastes, their preferences. While some men liked everything, some, like the dad here, were only interested in one, very specific thing. This man might be totally straight, have a wife at home, but he came to this study because he's OBSESSED with his son's sperm. It was so wrong, so interesting, and so unbelievably hot.

Nathan was pounding away at his dad's hole nice and slow. We were all impressed by his fucking ability too. What was hottest about him was the way dimples formed in his smooth boy ass as he pumped. In and out, they flexed and worked, showing that the kid was giving daddy all he had. He was faster than his brother, seeing the fierce want in his father's eyes, and it was only a few minutes before he thrust in to the hilt, squeezed his dad's legs and said, "HERE YOU GO POP! ENJOY!"

"YES THANK YOU SON! GIVE IT ALL TO DADDY! GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY! THANK YOU!" Was all dad could say back as he got his second load straight into his hole. The dad's cock, I noticed, was rock hard and leaking a pool of clear precum all over his taut, hairy stomach. Just as his older brother did, Nathan shivered and put his last few drops into his dad's ever-hungry butt, and then let his cock flop out. He headed back to his pack of brothers. I noticed Nicholas, who was still enjoying his beer, was quietly stroking his dick back to life. The other boys were all dripping precum. Man this family was a wet one!

Nathan tagged in the next brother, Nigel, who was 15. This kid's hard on was not as big as his older brother's, but was plenty sizable for a 15 year old. He was more delicate, thinner, not as tan, his blonde hair a shade lighter. Still slender and gorgeous as fuck, but he had a different look on his face. While the other family members had dopey, farm boy smiles, he had an angry scowl. I guessed that he was the odd boy out, the middle child, the one who didn't want to live on the farm or in the country. He was angry, and I could tell even before he lined his teen boy cock up with his dad's hole that his fucking style was going to be unique.

Boy was I right! The 15 year old, with his thin bush, thrust his entire dick into his father in one push. Then he lined his face up over his dad's and barked an order, "OPEN UP DAD-FAG!"

Dad, who had gone silent and was no longer smiling, but still content to have another cock about to sploodge up his ass, obediently opened his mouth. My own mouth dropped open in shock as the 15-year old Nigel spit into his father's mouth, then starting fucking hard and deep. It looked like he was trying to rip through his father! And the mouth on that boy!

"You want my fucking cum fag-dad? You know how sick you are? You nasty man, begging for your kids' cum! And you won't stop, will you? You live for my cum, don't you? DON'T YOU?!?"

"YES SON!" Dad cried back. I could tell he was getting off on the verbal abuse. "I LIVE FOR YOUR CUM! I NEED IT! I NEED MY SON'S SPERM!"

"I'm gonna give you so much cum, you're gonna wish you hadn't said that, you sick dad." The kid jammed his cock in and spit on his dad's face again. And that dad's cock just twitched. He was so into cum, he was letting his own son abuse him verbally, pound the shit out of his ass. He didn't care as long as he got the cum up him.

And he did! The fifteen your old rammed it home one last time, and then screamed, "FUCK YOU DAD! HERE'S THE BOY CUM YOU FUCKING NEED TO LIVE!" And I'll be damned if that 15 year old didn't shoot as much cum into his dad's sperm loving hole as his two brothers combined. The kid spit one more time on his father, called him a fucking shit bag, pulled his cock out and went to scowl with his brothers. By this time, Nicholas was fully hard again, smiling and drinking while his brothers went to town on the dad. Nathan was half hard himself, watching with pleasure. I thought the show was over, but I was shocked to see that Neal, the 12 year old with a rock hard cock, start approaching his dad. My guide sensed my surprise.

"Neal just ejaculated for the first time a week ago. It was in his father's ass, and we were all very excited. He's still learning control 3; so 3;"

Neal pulled over a box to stand on, so he would be able to line his cock up properly. "Ok, Dad. Now don't squeeze, ok?"

Neal took a deep breath, grabbed his dad's ankles, and slowly pushed his dick in. He had a sincere look of concentration as the head popped inside the ring of his creator's ass.

"I have to dad! God!" The boy couldn't resist! He pushed all the way into his father's hole in one thrust. He started to pull out again, but he started shaking all over.

"OH FUCK! No! DAMMNIT! I'M CUMMING DAD! GAHHHH!" That was all it took to make that 12 year old cum. One and a half thrusts in his dad's manly, cum filled hole. I can't blame the kid. A young cock, slipping into a hairy butt, already filled with his brother's sperm. Who wouldn't just shoot right away?? "I'm 3; sorry dad. It just felt so good!"

"Hey, come here boy," the strapped in dad said, reaching for his little boy who was still buried up his hole. He pulled him into a soft kiss. "It's ok. Your brothers have had lots of practice, and what I really want is the cum. I'm happy you gave it to me so quickly! At least you got all the way in me!"

Neal smiled a little, feeling comforted by his dad, then pulled his cock out. The dad's hole was now filled with four giant, youthful loads. His hungry hole was stuffed and dripping, and his own cock was spilling out precum like a faucet. And to my shock, Nicholas stepped forward again, his virile cock hard as can be. He plunged into his father's cummy hole a second time. He gave his father another expert fucking, came another huge load, and moved out. Nathan was up next, and he plunged in one more time. We watched as his dimples appeared and disappeared on his ass cheeks, pumping his father expertly. Then he deposited his second load and moved out. Next the surly little one came up, spit all over his dad again, fucked him raw again, stabbed his ass a hundred more times with that cock, came as hard again. Out he went, and up came the 12 year old Nigel. Nigel lasted maybe two seconds longer than last time, then shot one of his very first loads up dad once again. All the while, dad was so happy it looked like he could cry. He was the most thankful man alive.

And then they did it again! For a grand total of twelve loads up dad's insatiable ass! Amazing! Finally all the boys were spent. I looked over at them, wondering if they would now unshackle their dad. Instead, they were pushing shy little Nolan forward. This 7-year-old boy was bound to grow up to be like his brothers. He was already slender and graceful, but so innocent looking. He didn't know as much about sex, or at least didn't know that this was all so sexual. But it was clear as hell, he enjoyed the show as much, if not more than me!

"Come on boy," the dad said, looking at his youngest. Dad's legs were still in the air, and his ass was squeezed shut to keep all that cum in there. "Bring your special straw."

"You've got to be kidding me!" I cried out as the raunchy scene unfolded right in front of my eyes. From behind his back the little Nolan produced a straw, one of those plastic ones that is all bent into swirls and loops. I used to have one to drink my chocolate milk when I was his age. But this kid was getting his brother's milk instead! He took the straw and inserted it into his own father's hole! Now the dad was smiling, encouraging his son. And the little boy steps up on the stool, puts his mouth around the straw and 3; oh my god 3;

That little boy sucked like there was no tomorrow! Cum flowed through the loops of his 'special straw', straight from dad's hole to his mouth. The semen of his brothers filled the boy's mouth, still warm and juicy from his dad's ass. I can only imagine what the little slut 3; I mean boy 3; was tasting. He loved it! He slurped up his brother's loads like it was candy! And dad was going nuts too!

"Yeah boy, drink up that sperm from daddy's ass hole!" He was beaming down at his son.

The boy slurped until his straw made a noise like it was at the bottom of a glass of ice. The boy pulled the straw out.

"You know daddy!" Nolan said. It was like a dad was pretending he had forgotten Christmas on Christmas Eve. It was adorable. But what could they be talking about? "It's the last day daddy! You fill up today!"

The brothers were all smiling excitedly and patting each other on the back. Even the angsty teenager. The little guy got down on all fours, stuck his cute butt up in the air as he fished around under his Daddy's bed and pulled out a jug of 3; no 3; that couldn't be 3; it wasn't 3;

"Wow! Look at all of Daddy's cum, Nolan! You've been collecting for so long, and now you are gonna get paid off!"

The 7-year-old held up the jug which contained his collection like it was a trophy. Then he carried it, carefully so as not to spill, over to his dad. "You ready for the swirl daddy? And to finish my collection?"

Nolan dove back down into his dad's ass, this time without the straw. His little pink tongue shot out, and began swirling around inside his dad's ass, hooked in there to get up all of the cum lining the walls of dad's hole. And sure enough, it wasn't long before Dad called out, and his massively wet-with-precum-cock started to twitch, then exploded!

"GAHHHHHHHHHHH GOOD BOY!" The dad started to spasm, and then his thick white cum spewed out of his cock head. It went directly into the milk jug he was holding, filling it up to the brim as spurt after spurt shot out of his nuts. The man was a cumming pro, just like all of his sons. The little Nolan left his tongue inside his dad, no doubt feeling his dad's ass ring contract around him. As soon as dad was done, he popped up and looked up at his dad eagerly.

My guide turned to me. "It was actually Nolan's idea. Apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Nolan is a cum slut 3; pardon me 3; a lover of semen just like his father. He wanted his dad's cum so badly, but he had the idea that his dad should fill up a whole jug before he tasted any. And here he goes!"

"No way!" Nolan smiled. "I'm a big boy now, no straw for me!" And with that, the little slut lifted the jug of his father's semen to his lips and began to chug. I watched his little adam's apple move quickly as he swallowed. After a long sip, he pulled the jug down with a satisfied "Ah!". He had a cum mustache, just like a Milk commercial. But it struck me that this wasn't milk 3; it was his father's cum! Damn, how was this so nasty, so horrible, and so fucking arousing?

"Come along, we've got so much more to see," my guide took me by the elbow and led me out of the room.

Experiment 71926
Heterosexuality and Facials

Subjects: 10 dads (ages 36-58) and 10 sons (6-19)

Status: Sons are volunteers. Dads are contracted.

Duration: 2 Months in counting

"What you are about to see is very shocking, but very important research. I do not want you to think that the men in this study are here unwillingly. They all signed contracts. It's just that 3; perhaps 3; these men didn't read the fine print."

My guide flicked on the light so that we could see into the room. Inside the room there were ten men, each gruff and large. I noticed a Hispanic man with dark hair and dark skin, an Asian man, thin and buff and mean looking. A blonde man and a brunette man who could have been, and in fact were, brothers. An older man with salt and pepper hair. All of them incredibly sexy, all of them blatantly straight. They were mostly naked, though a few wore sneakers or ball caps. They all, however, had on a device around their waist with a padlock on it. It is hard to describe, but it was definitely designed to keep them from being able to touch their cocks.

"These men are heterosexual?" I asked. My guide only nodded. "How did you get them to come here to the cum wing?"

"Fine print, like I said. Fine print. Though the son's were all very willing." A bell went off in the room. "Ah, and here they come now."

A door opened in the room, and in waltzed the boys. Leading the group was the youngest, 6 years old, an adorable coffee colored little Latino boy who approached the Latino man. A cute little Asian boy, about 11 years old, wiry and smiling, approached the Asian man. Four boys all around 13 or 15 came in next, two with blonde hair and two with brown. These were the cousins, obviously, as they came to kneel in front of the two men who were brothers. A sexy as hell 19 year old kid with black plastic glasses and spiky reddish hair came and knelt in front of the older man. More boys came in and lined up on their knees in front of their own fathers. The men in the chastity belts were looking very uncomfortable as their naked and quite erect sons stared up at them. I noticed that the sons all had a small metal chain around their wrists. My guide took the microphone that played into the room.

"Alright gentleman. Welcome to day 64 of your study. Though you all know the rules by now, I will explain them once again. Per the contract that you signed, you will not be permitted to leave the study until you orgasm. Furthermore, you are only permitted to ejaculate on one area. And we all know where that is, don't we boys?"

"ON OUR FACES!" The boys all chanted out. Several of the fathers groaned and rolled their eyes. It was clear they couldn't believe they had gotten themselves into this position.

"That's right," my guide continued. "If you do cum on your son's face, you will be permitted to leave the premises as soon as you'd like. You will also receive your payment at that time. Alright, sons, you may unlock your fathers."

At once all of the boys took the metal chains off their wrists. I saw now that they had keys on these chains. They reached up to their father's hips and unlocked the belts, all of which fell to a clatter on the floor. The father's then put their hands behind their backs, and the sons picked up the chastity belts, and after a few adjustments, managed to use them to handcuff their father's hands behind their backs.

"We had those manufacture especially for this study" my guide informed me with a smile.

All of the boys returned to their kneeling positions, all of them practically drooling at their father's sticks. The dads were all rock hard, of course, as they hadn't cum in so long! Their cocks looked red and swollen, and their balls were all big and heavy with days and days and days of stored up cum.

There was so much tension in the room; you could hear precum drop. In fact, I gazed down at the cock of the Asian man, his long and deep brown tool, and that is precisely what happened. A drop of shiny, clear precum fell from the slit of his dick and dribbled down to the floor. Then he threw his head back and said "I can't stand it any more! I'll do it!"

His little boy was overjoyed. The other boys slapped him on the back, proud but obviously jealous. The other dad's watched with anxiety as the boy reached up with both hands and took the cock that made him into his fists. He began to rub up and down quickly, but it didn't take long. The daddy cock began to throb, the balls pulled up, the dad cried out, "OH FUCK!" and the son took the cock and pointed it like a gun at his face, point blank. The first spurt of daddy semen hit him right between the eyes. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! The force and amount of cum was truly incredible, even more amazing than the superstars I saw at lunch. The boy's face quickly became covered in cum, dripping with the white goo of his father. Finally the man's intense orgasm came to a stop, and he looked down at his son. The two made eye contact, and he was faced with the evidence that he had just had a very satisfying and LARGE orgasm on the face of his boy. A buzzer went off and the door swung open. The Asian dad quickly headed out, while his boy sauntered out slowly, saying goodbye to his friends, fingering the cum off his face and sharing it with the other boys, as well as spooning it into his own mouth.

Silence fell over the room again. The boys were staring with wide eyes at their dad's hard cocks, each hoping that today would finally be the day that their straight dad would cave, and they would get the load of their dreams all over their pretty little faces. Finally the Latino man with the giant thick cock stepped forward.

"Dios Mios! I give up!" Without wasting a second, the little 7-year-old boy reached up and grabbed his dad's massive pole. It looked so huge in his tiny hands. He pulled himself up on the powerful cock like it was a monkey bar, so that his face was level with the slit. That tug was all it took, the first shot of cum hit his boy's nose and dripped down, but was quickly followed by a fast succession of thick, milky cum. "AHHH FUCK MI HIJO!" He shouted. The little slut was in heaven as his father's seed rained down on him. He opened his mouth to receive the final ten shots and swallowed it happily.

Watching the adorable little boy catch his father's sperm in his mouth set off the salt and pepper man. He called out, "Oh shit, GET READY SON GAHHHHH!" and without even touching himself began to spew his load. His son was quick though. The 19 year old lifted himself up just in time for the first squirt of cum to hit his glasses. The second squirt hit the other lens, so that he was looking through a world that was coated in his father's sperm. The man continued to spasm and shoot out 15 more full arcs of cum onto his son's face and hair without touching himself. When he was finally done, the son took of his glasses and licked them clean, then followed his dad out of the room.

A few more minutes passed. Finally my guide spoke into the microphone. "Anyone else? You will not have this opportunity again for another twenty-four hours." He waited a beat. "Alright, boys, put the cuffs back on to your dad's cocks please."

"Wait!" cried out the brunette man. His two sons and his two nephews perked up like puppies who hear a can being opened. The blonde man looked at his brother, shocked.

"Listen, bro. We have to get out of here. They're obviously not going to let us go. It's just one load."

"Listen, let's do it together. We'll shoot our loads at all four of them, and then it won't be like we're just cumming on our own sons. Ok?"

There was a long pause, then the blonde brother said, "Well 3; ok. I guess if it gets us out of here."

The four boys on the floor all started to give each other high fives. What a great deal for them! The boys sat up as their dad and uncle stepped forward. The sons each reached out for the huge cocks, each boy grabbing his own father's dick. The feeling of four smooth hands on their cocks was enough to get these men bucking. With their arms around each other, the brothers fucked their sons' hands, until 3;

As if they were leaning in for a picture, the four boys on the floor leaned their heads together to receive the spray of their fathers. The volleys of cum started flying in unison as the two men grunted. Of course, the first spurt from the blonde man landed on his blonde boys, who were both about 13. The brunette man splattered his first shot onto his brunette boys, who looked to be 14 and 15, coating their faces with jizz. Then they began to spray their cocks back and forth, wetting their boys down as if they were on fire. The kids received it happily, letting the massive amounts of daddy seed cover their faces and drip down to the floor. It went on for what seemed like forever, and when it finally stopped the two men were out the door in a flash. The four boys stayed behind, giggling and licking each other's faces as the few men who had not busted their nuts were sadly put back into their chastity belts for another chance tomorrow.

Experiment 870
Cum Obsession and Endurance in Youth

Subjects: Jeth, (Father, 39), Mac (Son, 6)

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Day

"I'm very happy to be able to show you this next pairing," my guide said as he led me into the next observation room. "We have found a remarkable case here." He flicked on the lights. The room was large and rather empty. I supposed because it was only a day long study there did not need to be too many comforts. When I saw who was standing in the middle of the room I was shocked.

There was a young dad, thin and buff, who looked like a country man. He wore a trucker hat, had a blonde pony-tail and rippling muscles. He wore a cock ring which made his gargantuan hard prick stand out straight. His bush of blond pubes covered a tattoo that said something in Latin across his waist. But he wasn't what shocked me. It was his son.

Standing next to his dad, looking shy and quiet, was a little six year old boy. On of the youngest I had seen in the study! He looked so innocent, despite the fact that he was holding onto his father's rigid cock with one hand. He had wide blue eyes and tanned smooth skin. He was skinny and looked like a country bumpkin, just like his dad.

"Yes, that's exactly why he's here," my guide explained. "You see, little Mac there is the youngest cum addict known in history. Most boys don't become addicted to their father's cum until they are at least 7."

"Yes!" My guide said proudly. "Little Mac is OBSESSED with his daddy's cum! He would do anything for it. In fact, that' what we're testing today. You see, we were all curious to see how far Mac would go for the cum he loves. So we've set up a sort of 3; obstacle course for him. Allow me to show you."

A buzzer went off, and the door to the study open. In walked a man who I thought I recognized. He was tall and blonde, hunky and had a huge cock. It didn't take me long to realize I had seen him in many pornos. Behind him was another porn star, a black guy known for shooting huge loads. And another, and another. They filed in until the room was filled with porn stars, all of whom I had seen blow GIANT loads in many gay and straight pornos. I counted seventy-five of them in all, each naked and boned to the maximum. They lined up against the far wall. Finally, Jeth joined them at the very end of the line.

"You see," my guide explained, "though little Mac LOVES his dad's cum more than any thing, he does NOT like other men's cum. He'd eat his dad's cum any time of the day, but another man's sploodge is not what the boy wants." My guide turned to the microphone so he could speak to the men in the room.

"Thank you everyone for being here for this momentous study. I won't spend too much time on rules, let's cut to the chase. Mac, do you want your dad's cum?"

"Yes!" Mac called out excitedly. It was like asking a little boy if he wanted unlimited ice cream. He was beaming at just the thought.

"Alright Mac, you're going to get Daddy's cum fresh from his cock. But first you have to do something that will be very difficult to you. How bad do you want the cum?"

"Alright Mac," my guide said. "But first, you are going to have to let each and everyone of these men cum on you wherever they want."

"WHAT??" Mac cried out as he looked around the room at the porn stars. "There's too many of them!"

"Well Mac, you don't have to do it. But if you want daddy's milk you'll have to."

"It's your choice, Mac. You can either say no, or you can go up to the first gentleman in line and ask him where he would like to shoot his cum."

Mac looked a little dizzy, but slowly turned his head to his dad. Jeth was standing there, stroking his dick enticingly, rubbing his nuts at his boy. He was clearly egging his son on, showing him the prize that waited for him at the end of his test. It worked. Mac picked himself up and walked timidly over to the first porn star in line. He was the tall and muscular blonde man. His huge uncut dick was waving in the air. Little Mac got down on his knees, looked up at the man and said, "Excuse me, sir. Um 3; where would you like to uh 3; shoot your milk?"

The blonde man laughed, and rustled the kids hair. "Aw, well, I gotta say boy, I think your pretty little face could use a load. Lean back kid."

Mac leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes tight. The porn star started stroking his hard dick, and quickly brought himself to an orgasm. The white cum flew out and hit Mac squarely on the face. The man moaned and bucked his hips as he shot a big load onto the six year old. Mac kept his mouth and eyes shut, but he took it like a champ. It was easy to see he didn't like it, but when it was all over and his face was covered, he took one look at his dad and moved on to the black man who was waiting eagerly.

"Sir 3;" Mac spit out a bit of the cum that had dripped into his mouth when he opened it. "Where would you like to shoot?"

"Get on all fours there, kiddo," the black porn star said. "I want to shoot on that cute little boy ass."

The little kid got on all fours and stuck his tiny butt up in the air at the black man like a dog in heat. "OH YEAH!" The black guy said when he saw Mac present his clean ass to him. Then he started to stroke his cock faster and faster until, bam! He fired a bullet of cum right onto the boys ass hole. The next few spurts covered little Mac's smooth virgin ass.

"Sorry kid," the black man said after he had finished. "I know you don't like it, but it felt great! Only 73 more to go!"

Mac let out a sigh and moved on to the next man, who shot a nice load all over the boy's chest. The next man went for Mac's little crotch, and the next guy got his stomach all wet. The little boy was a trooper, accepting each of the foreign loads in hopes that he would get that cum he loved so much from his father. Every so often he would gaze over at his dad, who was just calmly rubbing his dick and waiting for his son to arrive. When he caught Mac looking at him, he would step forward, shake his dick and say "Come on boy! You're gonna get this cum if you keep it up!"

An older man I recognized from a dad/son website shot his load into Mac's hair and rubbed it in like it was shampoo. A young guy put Mac on his back, put his cock between the boy's cheeks and shot his load point blank at Mac's hole without penetrating it. By the 15th load of cum, there was no more flesh on Mac that could be seen. The little 6-year-old kid was dripping with cum on every inch of him. His face, torso, legs, arms, back, ass, hair 3; even his feet were covered in cum. He looked miserable, and yet still was gazing eagerly at his father. He went up to the next man, who was at first distressed that all of Mac had been covered.

"Don't be rude, Mac!" Mac's dad barked. "If you want my cum, you will let him do it."

Mac slowly opened his mouth. The man brought himself to a climax quickly and sprayed his entire load down Mac's little throat. The boy stoically drank it down. After that, all of the men were eager to shoot their loads down the kid's throat! Down the line Mac went, swallowing load after load in pursuit of his father's delicious ijzz. I noticed that as he went along, the men became more aggressive. Where as the first men were apologetic, and called the boy "kiddo" and "sweetheart", the men towards the end of the line were much nastier.

A tall and young Italian man with an incredibly hairy body and cock was now shooting his load into Mac's mouth. He was number 60 in line. "Yeah you hungry little slut kid! Take that cum in your mouth! I bet you love it! Yeah you little shit!" Mac said nothing, just quietly swallowed the load and moved on to the next. He really wanted his dad's cum!

Finally little Mac made it to number 75. He was at the last porn star's cock. The man was middle aged, slightly on the husky side, but had a huge cock and enormous nuts. Little Mac was squatting, mouth open, waiting the load. The man now had been waiting while 74 other men shot his load, and he was excited. He spat down onto Mac, who just accepted it and waited for the cum. He knew he was only one load away from his dad, he would take anything. Finally the man shot the biggest load yet. This load looked like it would have been enough to cover Mac by itself! He grunted like a pig and shot it all over the boy, shaking the last few drops off his cock.

Finally it was time! Mac wiped the cum from his eyes and turned to his father with a big grin on his face. That grin quickly disappeared. Mac, the porn stars, myself and even my guide looked in shock at what Mac's dad was doing.

Just as Mac was about to go over to his dad, Jeth grabbed his big meat and with two shakes started to cum. "UGGHHH" he moaned as he shot his load onto the floor. It took Mac a moment to realize what his father was doing, and then he lost control. He scrambled, trying to get to his father in time to catch the cum. But he was so covered in man sperm that he slipped, and fell time and again. By the time he finally got over to his dad the cum was all done, out on the floor.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Mac cried, tears started to roll down his cheeks, cutting trails through the cum. "I WANTED IT WAAAARM!" He wailed.

"Son! Mac! Stop whining!" the mean daddy said. "Look, you can still have it warm! It's right there!" He pointed to where his big puddle of cum lay on the floor.

Mac sniffled a bit, and looked up at his dad questioningly. Then, calming himself down and holding back his tears, he realized that the cum was still there. And though it wasn't the same as getting it directly from dad's cock, it was better than nothing. Mac lowered himself to the floor, put his face above the puddle, and stuck out his tongue. He bgan to lap up his dad's sperm off the floor like a hungry little kitten.

"Wow, how did you come up with the whole shooting on the floor idea?" I asked, stunned at the show I had just witnessed.

"Oh, we didn't. That was a total surprise! I guess Jeth just wanted to see exactly how far his son would go for the cum he loves so desperately.. Now we know, he'll even lick the cum up off the floor!"

"Come on," my guide said. "Let's head over to the Piss Wing. Maybe we'll take a bathroom break on the way."

4. Piss Wing

I thought that I might get a chance to masturbate in the bathroom, even though I was afraid if I tried to jack it I'd only be able to think of my own sons. This institute has that kind of effect on a person.

We turned the corner and my guide pointed toward the bathroom door. It didn't have MEN written on it, because it was all men and boys down here I suppose. My guide followed me in, so I figured I'd just go into a stall and wank one out. It wouldn't take that long after all, I was so HORNY!

When I got all the way into the bathroom, however, I knew that I wouldn't be getting the alone time I needed. In the center of the room was a long, white, trough style urinal. They're common in Europe and in gay bars. The trough ran the entire length of the long bathroom, and it wrapped around so that people who were pissing into the trough on one side were looking at people peeing in the trough of the other side.

As I walked into the room, I saw, over the edge of the urinal, boys' legs hanging down. I moved in slowly, and saw that in the trough urinal, side by side, boys of all ages sat over the drains. Those that weren't being 3; used 3; were chatting with each other. Each boy had a nameplate over their head that read their last name. It reminded me of something someone would have on their office desk. I realized it was so that the dads could quickly identify their piss covered son.

In front of some of the boys, dads of all shapes and sizes stood, pissing on 3; or into their son. They too chatted with the other men around them, unless they were dirty talking their kid. I turned to my guide in shock.

"These are just some of the boys from the next wing we're going to, the piss wing. When they're not in a study they come here, have a seat in the urinal and let their dads, or other dads if they have permission, piss wherever their kid wants. It's just a way to kill time between experiments 3; that's all. Don't be alarmed, you said you had to urinate."

"I have to go myself. Excuse me." My guide sauntered directly to a teenage boy, maybe of about 16 or 17, who was sitting on the far end of the urinal. He was lanky and thin, probably about 6 feet when he stood up, but he still had that awkward gangliness that so many teens have.

"On the chest again today, son?" My guide asked as he pulled his fat, soft cock out of his pants.

"Yes, please!" The boy said happily, his voice cracking. Then my guide aimed his dick and starting splashing piss on the boys chest. I felt my own bladder pressing, but, could I do this? There was nowhere in the urinal that wasn't covered by a boy, so what could I do? I certainly couldn't hold it. I decided to take a look around and assess the situation.

I passed by one man who was leaning on the barrier between the two sides of the trough, chatting to the dad across from him. He wasn't holding his cock, instead his boy, who was about 13, was holding the daddy dick and steering it over his blonde hair like it was a showerhead. The yellow stream soaked his hair and went streaming down his pretty face, and the two dads seemed to pay no attention.

That was NOT the case with the boy two down from them. This kid and his dad both had thick curly black hair and long noses. They looked to be Israeli, but I couldn't be sure. The boy was about 11, smooth as could be, laying back and holding his dad's big fleshy gun with both hands.

The dad was looking down at his son and shouting at the top of his lungs "YEAH son! Point daddy's dick at your little face and take that piss! You love your daddy's piss, don't you? You want it on your face, don't you little guy? When daddy's done pissing you can say thank you, don't forget, my piss bitch son!" The son could say nothing in reply as his face was being splashed with a thick arch of piss.

A few pairs down from them was a big, beefy daddy in a jock. He had a buzz cut and looked like a coach or military man. His enormous cock was still stuffed into the pouch of the jock strap, stretching it to the limit. His son, about 15 or 16 years old and cute as a button, muscular like his dad but much smoother, leaned forward from his place in the trough. Dad grabbed his boy's head and shoved it into his crotch. "DRINK MY PISS!" Was all he said, and then he started pissing. The boy sucked and sucked at the pouch of the jock as it became saturated with piss.

I started to move to the other side, but when I turned a corner I heard a shy voice call out, "Are you the agent?"

I turned to see a pair of young, green eyes staring up intently at me from the urinal. An angelic boy, Irish looking, pale and with sandy blonde hair was staring at me. He looked to be about 10 or so, and even though he was sitting naked in a urinal with man piss flowing under him in an underground father/son sex facility, he looked as innocent as can be.

"My daddy is feeling sick today and they said I could ask the agent to piss on me if I wanted. Are you the agent? I've never seen you before?"

The boy's face put on a smile. "Will you piss on me, Agent?" He said in his little voice.

Suddenly I heard a riiiiiiiiiip. I looked down and my cock had actually torn through my briefs. In a second they fell down to my feet in tatters, and my big cock was free. Now I was completely naked, because a little boy asking me to piss on him made me so hard my briefs ripped! What would my superiors say?

I couldn't believe it, but I stepped forward towards the boy. It was as if I was having an out of body experience. My hand reached forward and tussled his hair, I looked down into his green eyes and said, "Where do you want my piss, boy?"

The little guy didn't answer, he just tilted his head back and open his mouth. My cock was so hard that it was in perfect position, and I can't help but admit 3; I just 3; let it go.

My first stream hit his lips, but then I took a half step backward and my arch reached right into his open mouth. His green eyes slowly closed in ecstasy as my heavy piss poured into his throat. Though his mouth was a wide-open O as he accepted my piss, it widened just a little, giving a hint of a smile.

Still feeling as though I was watching myself do this rather than actually doing it, I observed how the boys throat moved to swallow my piss in long gulps. He was a pro at drinking piss, and he was so young! To think that his father was the one usually doing this, well, let's just say if I squeezed any harder on my cock I would have shot more than just piss into that boy's belly. But I couldn't cum; I had to be professional!

As my stream slowed, I stepped forward in order to keep filling the hungry boy's mouth. Finally the last few drops dripped out of my cock, and I started to pull away, but my green-eyed piss lover grabbed my hard cock and gave it a few shakes, just to make sure the last drops of my golden piss went down my throat. I almost came.

"Thank you, Agent," he said cheerfully. "That was delicious! Come back any time!"

Experiment 9115
Athletics and Water Sports in Heterosexuals

Subjects: 6 Dads, ages 39 -48; 6 Sons, ages 13 – 19

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

Still shaken, I exited the bathroom naked and rock hard to find my guide waiting. He glanced me up and down, gave a smile at the size of my cock (as most men do) and then led me onward without a word. I gathered my thoughts, determined to continue my job assessing the experiments at the institute. But how could I do my job rock hard and naked after pissing in a little boy's mouth?

In the next observation room, we were looking into a large basketball court. I couldn't believe it, the place had a full sized basketball court! I gazed out onto the court at the lovely sight. Twelve men were playing a game of basketball. They were of all ages, and it was difficult to tell who was playing against whom because they all had their shirts off.

The teams were comprised of both older men and younger sons, but my guide told me that no dad or son was on the same team. They were all extremely athletic, and it was hard to keep my eye on just one boy or dad as they were all moving so fast. After about ten minutes of watching, I began to pair up a few of the men, judging by their reactions to each other.

The stars of the team were a father and son pair. They looked like classic ballers, tall, muscular, black, aggressive. The dad was the oldest in the room, 48. He had gray, short hair but was still buff as all hell. His dark skin was glistening with sweat, and I watched beads of his perspiration drip down his pecs and solid abs into the waistband of his gym shorts. His son was a cocky little motherfucker, also the oldest son in the room. At 21 he was a pro, fast as lightening and strong as all hell. He was a master jumper, and each time he lunged for the basket I got a nice view of his basket rolling around in his shorts. He was sweaty as hell too, his black skin shiny and bright. He was an aggressive boy, and even though he was the best in the room, he would get real pissed off if someone on his team screwed up. Then he would throw the ball against the wall and scream at the offender.

Another hot pair was a dad of about 41 and a son of about 14. They were both white, but nice and tan. They looked like Californians, both had bandanas tied into their hair and short blonde cuts. Dad was pretty smooth, with just a patch of hair on his heaving chest. His arms were THICK and bulging as he carried the ball. His son was more of a runner, his taut legs able to carry his smooth body even faster than the older boy. His shorts were just slightly too big, and as he ran I could see the most beautiful creamy tan line around his waist. All the way around.

Of course I noticed the youngest couple in the room. The 13-year-old boy was one of those kids who you see around, and you know he's sexual, and you know you want him, but you know you'd go to jail. But this kid reeked sexuality. His white smile, his taut, thin body, his speed and agility as he ran. He had shaggy brown hair and loved to toss it out of his bright blue eyes as he ran. He was red in the face from trying to keep up with the older boys. His dad was really young looking, with dark eyes and curly black hair. He had a 5 o'clock shadow, the kind that was slightly patchy because he was still younger. Like his son, he was red in the face from the running, but he seemed to glide easily across the court. It was obvious he had been playing for years.

At the end of the game, a buzzer rang out. The men on the winning team high-fived, and slapped each other on their sweaty backs and asses. The losing team was mostly good-spirited, though the older black son was rather upset that his team had screwed it up at the end. As they wound down, they slowly made their way across the room, until they were 3; well 3; they were facing directly into the mirror, in a line. It looked as though they were looking right at us.

"Don't worry," my guide assured me, "the glass is one way. They have no idea were here."

My guide beckoned me forward to the mirror. I looked through, and he pointed down. I saw now that the men and boys, standing in a line, each had their cocks out. Each one of them was pissing into a urinal. They acted like typical men at a urinal, chatting occasionally but careful not to look down at each other's cocks. At least not when someone was looking. After all, they were all straight men. After they finished pissing they went to relax on the bleachers, and I watched as one of the technicians in the room with me reached forward and opened up trap doors in the wall underneath the mirror. Twelve of them. Inside each, my guide explained, was a bottle into which the piss from the urinal had drained. The technician put a differently colored sticker on each bottle, then wheeled them out of the room on a cart. Soon he appeared on the other side of the mirror, in the room with the straight basket ball players, pushing his tray full of their fresh, hot piss.

"The men in this study," my guide said, "believe that they're testing out a new sports drink to make them perform better. Each one is given the uh 3; drink originating from their uh 3; counterpart."

"You mean the sons are drinking their dads' piss, and the dads are drinking their sons' piss?" I asked incredulously. My guide just gave me a sinister smile and nodded.

When the cart came in, the youngest boy with the rosy cheeks nearly took off in a sprint. He almost toppled the cart, but quickly grabbed the bottle with his dad's piss in it. The bottles were like Gatorade squirt bottles, so that they couldn't see the color of the contents. He pulled up the lid, tilted back his head, and squirted a long, yellow stream into his young mouth. After he was done, he picked up his dad's bottle and tossed it too him. The young dad popped the lit, and sucked on the tip. My cock bounced watching his Adam's apple move, knowing that it was pushing down his boy's piss into his stomach.

By this time the two Californian-looking men had taken their bottles and sat down on the bleacher. They were talking nonchalantly about the game, their good plays and bad plays. As they did so, they took swigs of their own bottles. Surprisingly, at one point the son turned to his dad "Try mine. What do you think?" They switched bottles, and unbeknownst to them, each drank a big gulp of their own piss. The dad swished his 'sports drink' around in his mouth, then swallowed and said, "It's good son, but not as good as the one I usually have." The son nodded in agreement, and each switched back to their original drink.

The two black men were back on the court. They were playing each other one on one. The son, still steaming from his loss, was playing as hard as he could to show he wasn't a total loser. But as they played, they were getting steamed up, and would occasionally jog over to the sideline, pick up their sports bottle, and squirt its contents all over their faces. As their game progressed, the son started to lose, and he started to get very pissed off. His dad, in his wisdom, decided to cool the kid off. He picked up his son's water bottle, and started squirting his piss all over his kid. The kid quickly started laughing, and picked up his own squirt bottle and fired back.

Soon the other men joined in, and the scientists in the room with me watched with grins on their faces as the heterosexual men started an all out piss war. They jumped and ran, all the while shooting each other with what they did not know was their piss. Men caught streams in their mouths, in their hair, some even in their eyes. But that didn't stop the charged men from seeking revenge by dumping piss down their son's bodies. I felt a drop of precum drip out of my dick just as my guide tapped me on the shoulder to head out of the room and into the next study.

Experiment 96866
Piss Recognition

Subjects: Dean, (Dad, 47), Luke (Son, 11) and Marcus (Dad, 38) and Aaron (Son, 13), various other dads and sons

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

The lights came on in the next room, and once again I was shocked. Looking through the glass I saw, against the far wall, two single urinals. Only the urinals didn't have pipes attached to their bases. Instead, there was a long, clear plastic tube that led down to a black oval that had a strap around it. Those ovals were masks, and they were over the mouths of a man at one urinal, and a boy at the other.

The tube was stuck through the hole in the black leather oval, so that it was in their mouths. The man, Dean, was very tall and thin, with nice tan skin and a light coat of brown hair down his toned chest and stomach. His fat, uncut cock was semi hard and draped along one of his long thighs.

Next to him, also with a mask on his face and a tube in his mouth, sat the 13-year-old Aaron. It looked so perverse (and hot) to see such a young, delicate boy strapped to a urinal. He was thin as well, but not as tall as the dad next to him. My guide informed me that they were not each other's father and son; they were unrelated. This made sense as Aaron was an Irish looking boy, with light, wispy hair on the top of his head, and a completely hairless body.

Both of them were blindfolded, with their hands tied behind their backs, and cock rings around their dick and balls.

I began to wonder where this was going, when a buzzer went off in the room. A door opened an in streamed twenty men: ten boys, ten dads. The men were all carrying cans of beers, the boys (with the exception of a few of the older ones) all had soda cans. The boys lined up at Dean's urinal, and the dad's line dup at Aaron's. All of the cocks in the room were at various stages of erection, from limp low hangers to straight up in the air flagpoles.

Without hesitation, the first man in line started to piss into Aaron's urinal. He was a big, fat, beefy man, but still sexy in that way. He had a strong jaw line and day-old stubble, a big, extraordinarily fat cock that was rock hard in his hand, and lots of gray hair down his chest and stomach. He squeezed his dick and out poured the yellow stream of piss, down the porcelain, down the plastic tube, and into tender little Aaron's throat. My cock jumped and leaked as I watched the boy's throat obediently start to swallow.

Next to him, the first boy in line, a stud of about 20, was pissing down Dean's manly gullet. The boy was ripped, he looked like a wrestler of some sort. He had a long, limp, uncut cock and his yellow piss was a more gentle, but longer stream than the bear pissing next to him. Dean's Adam's apple rose and dropped in his throat as he sucked the piss down into his stomach.

When these two were finished pissing, they moved off to the side, and the men behind them in line would almost immediately let their stream down. Aaron took men of all ages, a grandpa with white hair and a surprisingly toned body, a young African-American man with a thick stream of piss and a scarily long cock, a bald body-building type man statue. For each of them he happily gulped down piss. Though I do have to admit, one solid, square, football player-ish man had so much piss that little Aaron coughed and sputtered, allowing the piss to flow down his cheeks, neck and smooth stomach. His navel sat filled with piss as he waited for the next in line.

Likewise, Dean was taking load after load of piss from various young men and boys. A teenager in sneakers and a backwards hat with firm, defined abs pumped a long stream of yellow piss into him. A precocious 8 year old, tall but thin for his age, shook his cock wildly as he spurted his boy piss into the older man. A 15-year-old Hispanic boy whose long cock was a shock to everyone as it grew hard in his hand while he pissed. All that boy piss rained down into the urinal and cascaded down the tube into the man's mouth, as if he were the plumbing.

Finally after it was all over, all of the pissers, both dads and sons, moved back against the wall. A scientist entered the room and undid the masks from the men's face. As he pulled them out, I saw that the tubes went quite a ways into Dean and Aaron's mouth. I asked my guide about this.

"We are testing these men's ability to identify their father or son's piss not by taste, but by feeling. We want to see if they can identify the urine of their family by the feeling they get from having that piss in their gullet. So far 3; well you'll see."

The scientist who had entered the room then asked Aaron to identify the man who had pissed in his mouth who he thought was his father. "Number 8, I think," he said. The scientist then ordered all of the dads in the room except from Number 8 to leave the room. Number 8 was a tall, Nordic looking man with an amazingly long and thick uncut dick. I remember when he had pissed in Aaron he had smoothed his hair back on his head and thrust his hips forward. He had been sure to get every last drop into the urinal, shaking his dick at the very end. Aaron himself had arched his back and raised his eyebrows when this man had pissed down his throat.

The scientist in the room now asked Dean to identify the boy he thought was his son. "Number 5. For sure." All of the boys except for number five left. Number five was a sexy 11 year-old, tall and thin, and unmistakably Dean's son. He was the only one of the younger boys who didn't have to stand on his toes in order to dump his piss down the old man's throat. Just like Aaron had done, I remember dean arching his back, his cock rising to full attention when he got this boy's piss.

The scientist removed the blindfolds, and all at once all four of the males in the room started high-fiving each other. Sure enough, they had been able to identify each other just by have each other's piss dumped straight down their throats. No taste necessary!

Dean and his son Luke switched places, while Aaron and his dad Marcus did the same. Now the two men who had been strapped to the urinal left the room, while the two pissers were inserted under the urinals, mask in place.

"The others, after they finish drinking some soda or beer, will return to do some more pissing. Isn't it incredible to think that when Aaron and Dean piss into their counterpart, they'll be pissing back some of what they just swallowed. Truly astonishing."

I'm not sure astonishing was the word I would put with it, but it was pretty 3; interesting. He led me out of the room, on to the last study in the piss wing.

Experiment 86535
Piss Obsession

Subjects: AJ, (Son, 9), Raymond, (Son, 16), Peter, (Dad, 42), Benny (Uncle, 39),

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

It was becoming too easy to see such outrageous things. For instance, my shock was only mild, when, in the next room, I saw through the observation glass a young boy of 9 years old laying on a table, legs strapped into stirrups, rock hard and pissing on himself. AJ was an adorable, dark skinned Latino boy. He had curly black hair on his head and nowhere else. The boy was smiling as his mouth was agape, pulling his penis so that the arc of piss landed squarely in his mouth. He drank his own urine for a while, then moved the stream down and smiled as it splashed on his smooth, tiny chest and stomach. Finally the last few drops dripped out and splashed lazily just above his cock, where his pubes would some day sprout.

"Well, AJ here is very much like Mac. He LOVES piss. As long as it's from his family members he loves it."

I brought my attention to the other members of the family, who had been sitting watching their youngest piss all over himself. The boy was squirming in excitement as they approached.

"Alright," said Peter, the father and clear alpha male. "I'm taking ass this time." The father was jerking his fat, hairy cock to life. It stretched out in front of him like a weapon. He, like all of the men in the room, had a big mop of curly black hair. He was mocha skinned, hairy and muscular as all hell. He reeked of masculine.

"You take the throat, son." He barked to his older son, Raymond. Like everyone else, his shaggy hair hung down into his eyes. He was thinner than his dad and uncle, but more toned and less bulky. For a 16 year old he had a HUGE cock that was already rock hard, pointing straight out, just like dear old dad.

"I'll get everywhere else," said the uncle, Benny. He was younger and not as muscular as his older bro, but still definitely fit as a fiddle. He stretched his thick arms as he came over, and started jerking his dick just like his brother had.

"Ass again, dad?" said little AJ from his place tied up. "But you're so 3; BIG!"

Dad slapped his boy on the ass as he pointed his cock at the boy's open hole. "You want my piss in you or not?"

AJ would have answered, but by that point his older bro Raymond was dangling his cock over the kids mouth, and pulling down the little guy's jaw with his hand. The piss started to flow immediately out of his teen cock and directly down the boy's throat. AJ, in ecstasy, would let his mouth get as full as could be, until his lips were brimming with his bro's yellow piss, and then swallow it down and let it fill up again.

Benny soon let his heavy stream go, starting by filling up the little boy's navel. Once he finished there, he moved his hot golden arc of piss up and down the boy's stomach and chest, as if the boy was a lawn and his cock was a sprinkler. It sprinkled down the boy and dripped onto the floor.

Peter was surveying the scene with a stern look on his face. He watched for a bit as the piss flowed, and then he too started pissing. The first squirt hit just above the boy's hole, and like a carnival game Daddy readjusted his stream until it was squarely on the hole. Then he began to push forward. The stream shortened and shortened until, POP, dad was in his son and pissing like a horse.

AJ gave out a sudden YELP and cringed as his hole was violated again. His face contorted in pain at the size of the cock. But it wasn't long before he said, with a mouth half full of piss, "Daddy, you know I NEED the piss as deep as it can go!"

Peter pushed in with a grunt, or rather SLAMMED in. AJ arched his back, but didn't manage to lose either his bro or his uncle's yummy stream. Dad held his dick in full hilt, and rubbed his stomach as the piss flowed out of him and into his youngest son's ass.

"Yes, well they drink all day in order to keep this slut 3; I mean subject satisfied. They're very kind. It's moving almost, isn't it?"

I had to agree, there was something moving about how happy the little 9 year old AJ was having all this familial piss. He was clearly in ecstasy.

Finally the older boy's piss ran out, and he shook the last few drops into his baby brother. Uncle's was next, and he shook his dick wildly at the very end to splash as much of the kid's body as he could before it ended.

Dad's stream seemed endless, and went on for a full minute after the other two had finished. Towards the end he reached forward, and touched a spot just above his son's navel.

"See, son, right there is where daddy's cock head giving you that piss." He slapped the boy's stomach twice. "What do you say?"

"THANK YOU DADDY!" AJ shouted enthusiastically. Dad smiled and pulled out of his son, a wave of piss gushing out of the boy at the same time. AJ started to thrash around in his straps, trying to get up. "LET ME UP! " he cried. The men watched him thrash for a while, and then the uncle undid the straps. AJ quickly dropped to the floor, pocked his still dripping ass in the air and began to lick up all the piss on the floor. He took long licks, like a little puppy, slurping up both his uncle's piss that had dropped to the floor, and his dad's piss that had spurted out of his own little butt. In between each like he said "Yummy! Piss!"

The three men returned to their chairs to watch the show and began drinking more beers and soda.

"Come along, we have to keep moving. I know you are enjoying the piss wing," and here he grabbed my hard cock in his fist "But 3; I am very excited to show you the next wing."

He led me into a big, industrial elevator and hit a button marked "MISC". We began to go down, down, down.

"What is the miscellaneous wing, anyway?" I asked, as we ascended deeper and deeper.

"Well, down here we have many experiments that – ahem – don't fit the world above us. It's a more 3; how can I put this 3; dark place. There are things going on here that are VERY important, but top secret."

"Well, let's just say the things happening down here are MUCH more unconventional than the previous wings."

MORE unconventional? How far would this institute go? Finally the elevator hit the end of its incredibly long shaft. The heavy doors opened into a long, dark, musty hallway. Along it where big, thick metal doors, the kind you see in maximum security prisons. I thought I could hear a faint moaning, or was it screaming down the hall? What was I about to see?

5. Misc Wing

As we filed past the doors, I heard various grunts, groans, moans, screams and yelps. I could only imagine what was happening behind those dreadful doors, but my guide led me on with purpose. We came to a large, rusty metal door that had the words TWIN STUDIES written in sharp red. He stopped here, and turned to me, grabbing my swinging boner to get my attention.

"Here we are. Before we go any further, I want to warn you, we are going to encounter things here that may seem 3; rather forceful. Please rest assured, all of the men in this wing are here on their own fruition." Then he added, cryptically, "At least they all signed the paper work." With that, he swung open the door, letting out an ominous rusty squeak, and we entered the first observation room.

Experiment 2244a
Twin Cum Studies

Subjects: Ty, Dad, 48, Reed and Riley, 16 Trifond (Identical Twins)

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Year

The light switched on so that I could see through the mirror into the dark, dank experimentation room. These rooms weren't the blaringly sterile white rooms like in the floors above. These were dark, with rusty metal walls and bare, single light bulbs hanging above. It looked like a prison cell or torture chamber. And indeed, inside a bit of torture was going on.

Inside the room there were two large black tables. In between them stood a middle-aged man who must work out several times a day. He looked like a sculpted masterpiece. No, he looked like a 3D porn magazine, his cock was that huge. It stuck straight up like a pole out of a tuft of dark black hair. He was olive-skinned, with dark straight hair that was very thick and full. He wore only a metal cock ring that displayed his manly package very well. He had dark eyes and an almost boyish look to his face. I could only focus on him for a moment, because his incredible sons were strapped to the tables next to him.

The amazing, incredible, lusty, muscle bound teenagers were strapped in spread eagle. Leather handcuffs bout each of their wrists and ankles to a corner of their table by a chain. I could tell that the tables had been measured and created just for them. I noticed their shackles were padlocked; the boys weren't going anywhere. They had the striking, full dark hair of their father, with the same rippling, quivering muscles. But their smooth bodies were almost completely hairless, except for well trimmed patches at the base of the V at their waist and their armpits. They were smooth, tanned, dark in feature, and had those 'come fuck me HARD' eyes that just beg for it. Then I realized, they looked just like that boy from that movie my oldest son's girlfriend was always going on about. New Moon? Some Taylor boy. They looked JUST like him.

So there they were, the two identical copies. But they weren't completely the same. They different in on point: The state of their teen cocks. Reed, on the right, lay there panting like crazy. His boy cock, which must have been at least 8½ inches [22 cm] and thick as all hell, was (and I'm not exaggerating when I say this) the HARDEST cock I have ever seen. It looked like it was about to jump off his muscled body, that's how rock solid his dick was.

On the table next to him lay his brother, stretched out and helpless, with his teen cock in a different state of affairs. This cock was swollen, yes, but it was anything but hard. The long, limp snake rested across his flexing thigh, red and swollen 3; the only word that truly describes the way his teen cock looked was 'used'.

"Wh-what's going on here?" I asked my guide, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

"As you learned in other wings, twins are invaluable to our studies. We can measure two exact, identical boy cocks, put them in different situations involving their father, and study the results. It's ground breaking."

"Ah. Well. These boys you see here, are 3; well they're straight jock boys, to be honest. Both lacrosse stars, both have girlfriends back home 3; though I'd be surprised if those girlfriends are still waiting for them. They've been here for over six months with no contact with the outside world."

"That's right. Anyone down in this wing signs off all contact with the outside world until their study is complete."

"How in god's name did you get two straight jock boys to agree to do an incest study with their father?"

"Well, the dad was game. He's been lusting after his boys for years. Who wouldn't? But the boys 3; well. We told them we wanted them for a jack off study. And you know how cocky teenaged boys are. Anything to get to jack off, right! And we uh 3; well 3; let's just say their father was mentioned in the fine print, and the boys aren't the brightest bulbs in the box. They didn't read the fine print."

"Ty, why don't you go ahead and take your sons through another session? Riley first."

The man leaped into action with a huge smile on his twisted face. Meanwhile his two sons let out groans. Not lust-filled groans, but groans that conveyed a sense of 'here-we-go-again'.

"Come on dad! I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Riley cried out as his dad approached him. Ty didn't say anything, he just grabbed his son's red, swollen limp cock in his fist and started stroking it. The son bucked his hips in frustration. "C'MON DAD! JESUS NO!"

"Sorry son. Them's the breaks!" Dad said cheerfully as he bent to take in his son's now semi-hard cock. Riley's face turned bright red. I glanced over to the other hot twin. He was staring with a look of intense interest and horror on his face.

"Com'n dad! Not Oral!" Riley called out as his dad started sucking on his pained dick. "That will make me cum again!"

"That's the point," Ty said with a mouth full of son cock. After a few minutes of slurping on dick he snaked his hand down between his son's legs and pressed a thumb into the boy's crack.

"NO! Not my ass please! I can't cum again, it will kill me! If you do that I'll cum!" Dad looked up at his son with the boy's now fully hard cock in his mouth, smiled, and popped his thumb into his straight son's hole.

"FUCCCKK!" The boy cried out. In haste the dad lowered his face onto the boy's dick, swallowed the whole cock, pulled off and started jerking his boy's dick like mad, using the spit for lube. Riley's smooth, swollen nuts pulled up into him, and the cock started to jerk in dad's fist 3; then 3; BAM.

At just that my guide leaned over to me and sad "This is his 89th orgasm in 72 hours. Simply incredible."

The teenager yelped in pain as he had yet another orgasm. Teen cum was spurting out of his dick all over his father's fist. Poor boy had cum so many times his teen balls were too spent to shoot cum very far. Small spurts coated his dad's milking hand, and all dad did was smile and laugh as his very own son writhed in pain and pleasure.

The dad scooped up every last bit of cum from his beat teenager, and continued to stroke the boy's red and swollen dick after it had gone soft. Dad was really milking the boy, squeezing from the base of his son's beautiful spent cock, slowly upward, like toothpaste from a tube. When it was clear that no more teen splooge could be milked from the boy, dad headed over to his other son.

I took some time to now examine this boy's penis. It was hard to believe that in their natural states their penises would be identical. While Riley's spent cock was limp, puffy, soft and exhausted, this cock was so alive it was almost it's own person. Reed's cock was like a metal pole. I have never seen a harder dick. I had figured out now what was going on this study. While poor Riley was being milked relentlessly, his twin brother Reed was never given that cumming satisfaction. What horrible torture for a 16 year old!

The nasty father took the cum from his other son and smeared it all over riley's anxious cock. Riley threw his head back and bucked his hips, just as his bros did. His cock was visibly throbbing in his father's hand, and it seemed to grow an extra two inches at the touch.

"Fuck, I never thought I'd be saying this but, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM DAD!" The formerly straight teen screamed out. His exhausted, whimpering brother was watching silently from his tied up spot on the table.

"OK, son. I'll let you." The dad said as he stated jerking his kid more furiously.

"REALLY? OH THANK YOU!" Reed cried out as his dad jerked him furiously. He was overcome with joy.

Even I saw through the dad's plans. These boys were hot but they definitely weren't the brightest in the bunch. Good thing they were putting their bodies to good scientific use.

Just as his brother did, Reed's smooth teen nuts started to pull up into him. He lifted up his head and screamed, "OH FUCK FINALLY I'M GONNA CUM!" He's cock lurched in his dad's hand, and then -

"FUCK! NOOOOOO! COME ON!!!! AAHH!" Reed screamed out, tears streaming down his face. Dad just walked away, licking the cum and precum off his hand and laughing to himself. He was obviously pleased that he had so much power over his dumb straight sons.

"Mr. Trifond, it looks like you have a hard on yourself. Feel free to take care of it however you like.

Daddy knew exactly what he wanted to do. He pulled the two tables so they were very close to each other. Then he climbed up on Riley, the milked boy's table. Without saying a word dad lowered himself down onto his son's face and placed his hairy ass hole over his straight son's mouth. The kid let out a muffled scream, but all dad had to say was, "LICK."

He sat for a moment, waiting for the licking to start. Getting upset, he reached down and grabbed the swollen, limp cock. He started jerking it furiously, faster than he had before. The boy cried out in pain from under his dad's muscular cheeks.

"The faster you lick, the slower I go." Almost immediately the dad's hand slowed, and taking a look at Riley's square jaw, I could see he was eating out his dad like a pro.

Dad took hold of his massive tool, which was now almost as hard as Reed's eager prick. With both hands the daddy-God started to jerk his massive man tool. He was going pretty quickly, and every so often would reach back and yank on Riley's dick to make the boy suck on his ass more.

It wasn't long before his big, low hanging hairy daddy balls pulled up, and dad was about to shoot.

"OH FUCK YEAH! I LOVE HAVING ORGASMS WHENEVER I WANT!" He cried, clearly rubbing it in his teen sons' faces.

That wasn't all he was rubbing in his teen sons' faces. Pretty soon his cock shot out white cream like a fountain. SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT! He came as he jacked himself off roughly. Each and every rope of man cum that shot out of his huge cock landed squarely on Reed's pained face.

"Wooh, that was a good one." He said as he climbed off Riley's face. Riley's mouth was glistening with spit and man sweat, and sure enough his cock was rock hard, as swollen and pained as it was.

Dad's now semi-hard pole flopped as he approached Reed's cummy face. Reed looked uncomfortable covered in man seed, bud obediently opened his mouth as his dad pulled down the boy's jaw. Dad stood on his tip toes and pointed his cock at his straight son's open mouth. As he did that, he squeezed his cock like he had squeezed Riley's to get all the cum out, and the last drop of man semen dripped from his cock head and landed directly on Reed's tongue.

Just then there was a loud metal sound, and everyone in the room with me jumped. Reed was ripping at his bonds, trying to escape, it seemed. Every single muscle in his teen body was visible, from his pecs, to his delicious abs, to his massive thighs and calves. And then I saw why he was struggling so much.

Reed was having a hands-free, full body orgasm like none I had ever seen before. He was thrusting his whole body off the table with just his heels, and it looked as though he might rip the chains from their posts. His wrists and ankles were almost being cut by how hard he was orgasming.

Like a wild horse, he bucked up and down, up and down, his whole body shaking – no vibrating with his first orgasm in weeks. He was screaming, but wasn't able to form words or thoughts. He just strained and screamed and howled like a wild animal.

And the CUM! Jesus the cum! The sexy teen orgasmed for nearly two full minutes. He shot more cum than any of the porn stars or daddies I saw in the cum wing. Thick ropes coated the headboard behind him. Then his spurts moved down as he shot, coating his hair, his face, his neck, his pecks, his abs. The boy was just awash with cum, he was COMPLETELY covered in it. It was 3; beautiful.

"Come along now, we need to move on," my guide said as soon as the boy's cock had finished. Dad was turning on his other son, and it looked like he was going to start jerking off the poor boy again. As we left, I could hear the telltale whimpers and pleads muffled through the metal door. But we had other places to be, and I was eager to see what other twisted secrets this wing held.

Experiment 2244b
Anonymous Twisted Incest

Subjects: Ralph, Dad, 38; Jack, Son, 7

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 6 Weeks

We moved down the long and dark hallway until we got to another room. This time I was given no warning, no heads up for the insanely shocking scene I was about to witness. I was just led into the observation room, and the light was flicked on.

In the center of the room stood a big wooden cross on a strange metallic platform. Strapped to that cross in the crucifix position was a little boy of no more than 7 years old. He was almost completely naked except for a leather mask he wore over his face. His tiny boy boner was ROCK hard. He hung there limply, and my guide informed me today was his fourth day on the cross. Apparently his boi boner had been hard almost the entire time.

Around the walls of the room hung whips, dildos, butt plugs, more straps, and other toys that I hadn't imagined in my wildest dreams. The boy's tormentor was a very muscular young man. He had actor good looks, and was wearing nothing but a cock ring around his massive package. He too was rock hard, just like his son. He was currently grabbing his dick with both hands and spraying down the strung up the little boy with hot yellow piss.

"You fucking faggot piece of shit. I bet you love this nasty piss, don't you, whore?" The boy said nothing, just hung his head as he was coated with man piss.

"Well, you see, Ralph doesn't know that's his son. Ralph doesn't even know he's in an incest institute. He thinks he's getting therapy. You see 3; we found out Ralph had fantasies of typing up and humiliating his own 7 year old son. He didn't realize just how natural and human those feelings are. So we told him we could get a boy who looked Just like his son from the neck down, and let him use that boy. But 3; what we didn't tell Ralph, at least not yet anyway, is that we actually talked to his little boy and the kid was into it! I mean look at his boy boner!"

After the dad had emptied his bladder unknowingly on his own son, pulled over a stool and climbed up until his crotch was at the boy's mouth. The boy instinctively opened his lips and tilted back his head.

In under a second Ralph had shoved every inch of his massive daddy dick into his son's waiting throat. The boy was drooling, gagging, coughing, but neither of them struggled. Dad just held his dick there, degrading his little slut the whole time.

"Fucking cock addict. Dick loving bitch. So disgusting for my own son to love his dad's cock like this. Fuck I wish you were my own son." Finally daddy started to pump his hips, keeping the dick deep in his son's throat. Each time his baby boy whimpered or gasped, dad let out an evil laugh and gave the kid a light slap across the cheek.

After about ten minutes of brutal face fucking, dad pulled out and let the kid gasp for air. At least for two seconds, and then dad turned around and placed his hairy ass hole right over the hole cut into the mask. The boy just let out a muffled moan, and then obediently licked his father's hole. I could see the pink little tongue like a kitten's tongue lapping at his dad's puckered butt. It was obscenely hot. What a slut!

The little guy made out with his dad's ass for about twenty minutes before dad finally gave him some breathing time. But dad was by no means done with his son. He went around behind the cross and pushed a lever so the cross now lay horizontal to the floor. The bound boy just laid there and let his father untie his legs.

Dad grabbed the child-whore's ankles in one hand and lifted them effortlessly. To my surprise the kiddo had a tail of golf-ball size anal beads hanging out of his ass. I gasped when I realized only two were hanging out. How many were stuffed in the little trooper?

"You ready for me to take these out, slut?" Ralph asked his only son. The son nodded eagerly. His little hole must be so full! What a good whore, I caught myself thinking. Ugh, the boy was about my son's age! How could I think that?

Dad was teasing the kid's ass now, tugging gently on the beads, making the boy's hole stretch and then sallow. The kid's hairless ass looked so obscene, so wrong being used, and yet 3; there was no doubt in my mind the little boy was meant to be a cock slut for his father. That was his life's purpose, he knew it, dad knew it, I knew it, the institute knew it.

Then, suddenly, dad yelled "GET READY WHORE!" and gave the anal beads a good yank.

EIGHT! Eight balls were shoved up the 7 year old's smooth hole! And dad ripped them all out at once. Then something happened that made everyone stop.

Jack, feeling the rush of pain and pleasure out of his little hole, cried out "OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD DAD!!"

As soon as he spoke Ralph stopped. He stood there, staring for a moment at his son, the beads still swinging in his fist.

"Jack? JACK? Is that you?" Ralph rushed to his son and quickly fumbled to get the mask off the boy. As soon as he saw his son's face he cried out.

"OH JACK! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! I'm so sorry baby boy!" He started kissing his son all over his face. He was apologizing so much he didn't hear his son say over and over, "It's ok daddy. Really, it's ok! I kinda 3; liked that."

Dad was smothering his son with kisses, and holding the boy, untying him from the cross. The boy's exhausted arms fell limp, and dad picked the kid up, holding him and kissing him. Then he lay the boy down on the floor and fell on top of him.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I never would have done that if I had known!" And even as he spoke, dad was lining his fat cock up with his boy's more or less virgin hole.

"I love you son 3; I'm sorry 3; I just have to" his cock head was quivering at the boy's little 7 year old hole.

"It's ok daddy, I understand, just do what you have to do 3;" Jack said, being a big boy. And that's when dad called out "I'M SORRY!" and popped his dick head (which was MUCH bigger than the anal beads) into Jacks' little hole.

Jack gave out his signature yelp, but didn't protest as his dad sunk in to him. All the while dad was kissing the boy's tear streamed face and saying, "I'm sorry it has to be this way baby. I'm sorry it has to happen like this. I'm sorry you little slut." Dad started to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

"I'm sorry you're such a faggot whore, baby boy. I'm sorry I raised such a cock addict cum dump. I'm 3; OH FUCK you're so tight you little freak!" Dad was really pounding his kid now, making the kid move across the floor as he fucked. And little Jack took it in stride, his wet eyes knowing that his dad was doing what his dad had to do. What was right. And he let his dad take his virginity just like that, at the tender age of 7.

By the time Ralph had fucked his little boy across the floor and into the wall, he was ready to cum. He was slamming the kid so hard that the boy's head was banging against the wall. But all the little boy said was, "That's right daddy! Take it out on me!"

"FUCKING SLUT! WHORE! BITCH! GAH!" Dad cried out, and we all watched as he filed his son with the very cum that made the boy. "HERE YOU GO YOU FUCKING SLUT!" he cried out, and we watched the white cum squirt out around dad's still pumping dick.

"Come along, there's still so much to see," my guide said as he led me out. "We have one more room to inspect in here. It's our oldest study, our biggest study, and 3; I imagine the most shocking yet."

The first ever all-male-incest world

Experiment 1
Investigation of Natural Boy Predilection for Familial Penis

Subjects: Dozens of biological fathers and sons.

Status: Fathers are volunteers, sons are born into the study. In the future, their sons will be born into the study, and eventally no one from the outside world will be involved.

Duration: Indefinite (study will continue for generations)

At this point, there was no point in pretending that I wasn't into all of this. I had never thought of myself as an incest lover, but, here I was, my cock harder than it ever had been, as I watched experiment after experiment of filthy dad and son sex. I had seen things I never would have dreamt up, and now we were approaching double doors at the end of the hall that led to 'the most shocking' study yet. What was I about to witness?

We entered a small room that did not have any mirrors, but only had two chairs. There was a second door in the room that led, I assumed, to the actual study. My guide motioned for me to sit down.

"Before we enter, I need to explain what this room is, because it's a very difficult environment." He cleared his throat, and then very matter-of-factly told me the nastiest, filthiest, hottest, most shocking thing I had ever heard.

"This room holds the first ever all-male-incest world. It is completely dependent from the outside world. Though most of the fathers, because they are first generation, know about the outside world, none of the boys are aware that there is a world beyond the room in which they have been kept."

"They also do not know that there is a world beyond worshipping their father's cocks. They do not know that most of society would look down on them for being cum-guzzling, cock-obsessed whores. They think that sucking on their daddy's penises, taking their fuck sticks up their boy pussies, and some day raising their own sons, is how the world is supposed to be. They do not even know that women exist."

"We wanted to know what boys were like without the outside influences. Despite the fact that it's in our nation's best interest, most people out there look down upon the natural sexuality of a father and son. These boys don't have that negativity flowing around them. In fact, they were encouraged to love their father's cocks. We wanted to see what it would be like if boys weren't discouraged from their natural need for dad dick."

"Well, to be honest, we found that without the media and the public telling these boys to never look at their fathers in a sexual light 3; that the boys 3; no matter what age, be they 4 years old or 18 years old 3;" He paused and looked me in the eye. "Are naturally total, absolute, 100 percent cock loving sluts. But don't take my word for it, let's go in and investigate."

With that, he stood up and entered the main room. I hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The first thing I noticed was that the room was huge. I had never seen a room this large; it was overwhelming. It was lit with sexy, warm lighting and smelled like raw, perverted sex. My cock twitched a bit.

Then, all at once, it hit me. My brain must not have been able to process what I saw right away, but suddenly I realized I was staring at dozens of boys with their dozens of dads, all naked, all rock hard, and all writing with sex.

"They've been told you're just here to watch, but I wouldn't be surprised if a few tried to uh 3; seduce you. Especially the younger boys. They're still new to cock, so any unfamiliar dick excites them. I want to show you some of our older sons first, follow me."

As he led me through the room, I couldn't help but notice some of the sights I saw. All of the boys in the room were incredibly sexy, so small, petite, skinny and smooth. I didn't see a single boy over 10 years old, which I later found out was because the first boys in the room had been born only ten years ago. I couldn't bring myself to ask how early in their life they were introduced to dad cock; I think I knew the answer anyway.

"Of course, we don't let the boys just lie around and suck dick all the time. Though they'd probably like that kind of thing, we have to have some structure and style to their 3; uh 3; education," My guide explained as we walked along.

I was only listening with one ear, as we were currently passing a group of boys about 8 and 9 who were busy exchanging glasses of their fathers' piss with one another. I watched the littlest one, a cute blonde slut, I mean boy, wipe the piss froth off his upper lip, set down his wine glass of piss and say, "No, I still like my daddy's the best."

"We allow the boys to create their own programs, somewhat, though the final word really comes down to the fathers.," my guide continued. "This particular uh 3; event 3; we're heading too was designed by some of our most 3; how can I put this 3; kinky-creative dads for a group of 10 year old boys. "

"You remember, in grade school, you had spelling bees? This is sort of like that 3; .but 3; well you'll see."

Finally we reached a small stage where a group of four 10-year-old boys stood with their hands behind their back. They were each of about the same height, all of them fit and thin and sexy as fuck. They were completely bare of clothing except for the dog collars that all the little boy whores 3; I mean children in the room had to wear.

I looked down their small bodies and saw that each one was ROCK HARD, their tiny little cocks standing at attention. They each stood in front of a microphone, just like I had in grade school at my spelling bees. Of course there was no sex going on there, but here it was a different story.

In front of the four contestants were four men in chairs facing their boys. I could tell they were the fathers of the 10-year-olds, as they matched their kids. They were all naked and ROCK HARD as well, but their massive cocks were hairy and dripping incredible amounts of precum. They were nonchalantly masturbating while watching their boys, and each one had a small buzzer in his hand.

Looking down to their feet, I noticed puddles of dirty cum, piss and spit all over the floor. What exactly was going on here?

Just then a speaker above the boys buzzed, and I knew a scientist from some unseen observation room was talking to the boys.

"Artie," the voice said, "it's your turn." The boy furthest to the left stepped forward. He was a little redheaded slut, pale as pale could be, and I could see each of his little ribs as he puffed up his chest, took his dick in his little hand, and lined up his pink mouth with the microphone.

His dad, a muscle-bound Irish stud with his own thick crop of red hair on his head and above his well over 9-dick, leaned forward. The muscles in his back tensed as he waited for his boy to speak.

Artie cleared his throat. "Nuts," he said confidently, staring his father in the eye. "Daddy, I love the way your fucking cum-holding nuts smell in the morning when you dip them in my mouth while I'm sleeping. Fuck daddy, I could eat a piece of your sweaty ball hair and cum for days without touching myself."

Artie's high-pitched little voice was spewing out the nastiest stuff I had ever heard, all with a cute, innocent look on his face.

"Daddy, I could suck on your nuts for the rest of my life and I'd be a happy boywhore. I would give up my boygasms just to have one lick of your salty balls sack. Please daddy?"

A buzzer went off. Artie flashed a smile at his dad, then stepped back into the line. How could I reconcile what I just heard? Wow! I didn't know whether I should be ashamed or horrified, but I sure as fuck knew I was turned on.

The next boy in line was called forward. He had black hair, and appeared to be Korean or something. He had slanty eyes and a surprisingly strong jaw line for such a little kid. He was stroking his little brown dick hard as he stepped forward.

His dad was also rippling with muscles, but they were smaller than the first dad's, and his olive skin made them look more defined. His cock was huge, just as big as the first daddy dick, and bright red and angry. These men had obviously been jerking their dicks for a long time.

Again, the buzzer went off once the little Asian boy had stepped up to the microphone.

"Oh Daddy, I need to GAG on your giant penis. I don't want any of that lollipop licking I used to do when I was just a little boy. I'm a big boy now and I'm supposed to gag and choke and slobber on your penis. Please, daddy, face fuck me hard right now on the floor!"

My guide leaned over and whispered in my ear, "That's gonna do it. Kwan is out, his daddy won't be able to resist."

I turned my eyes to Kwan's dad, who was looking very tense. He was jerking his massive Asian daddy cock so fast, and suddenly hit his buzzer, then stood up and lunged for his son. He shoved his boy to the ground and before I knew it he had buried that monster cock to the hilt down little Kwan's hungry throat.

I had never seen throat fucking like that, not even in a porno. The kid was a professional, and I nearly shot a load when I saw that he was boygasming while his father did pushups into his face.

Now I understood the rules. This was more of a competition for the daddies. Who could resist their dirty talking boy whore the longest? These men had been holding out and listening to their sons dirty talk for almost an hour, and now there were only three contestants left.

The next kid, who I knew must be Greek because of his dark skin and black hair, but vibrant green eyes, stepped forward. I was shocked to see how large of a cock he had for such a skinny kid.

His father matched him very well. Also dark in complexion and features, his dad was muscle bound with short, masculine chest and stomach hair. He fisted his giant God of a cock while his son stepped up to the mic.

"Stavros," the voice on the intercom said, as everyone watching leaned in with anticipation. "Your topics is sweat."

"Oh dad, I love it after you've been pounding my boy hole for hours and you get all sweaty, and I can just shove my face into your chest, scream and taste your sweat!"

Damn, right of the bat this little Greek slut was a professionally dirty talker. How his dad resisted I have no idea.

"Daddy, I could boygasm hundreds of times thinking about the first time you shoved my face into your arm pit while you fucked me in the sauna!"

Ding. The bell goes off and the boy backs off. His big, sweaty, sexy Greek father was able to hold out and his son survives another round.

The last boy still in the competition now took his place in front of the microphone. He was small for his age, a runt really. He was a good six inches [15 cm] shorter than his competitors, and though all the boys in the room were slender, this kid was just small all over. Except, of course, for his boy dick, which was rock hard and very attentive. The kiddo had a crop of dusty red hair on his head, and like the others was bare all over the rest of his body. He appeared shy, and nervous on stage, not as confident as the other boys but very cute.

His father was the opposite. I would have assumed he would have been annoyed by his waify son, since he was such a big, muscular, strong, masculine hunk. Except he obviously wasn't annoyed, he was really aroused, because his dick was spewing precum like a fountain. I knew just looking at him that he would have trouble making it through this round of kiddie dirty talk.

Joshie cleared his throat. "Daddy, stuff me full of cock and spit in my mouth, please, or else I think I might go crazy."

That was all the shy little boy could say before he was down on the floor, underneath his massive father, his tiny legs spread as wide as they could, wider than it looked like they could. I think Joshie's father was buried to the hilt inside the boy's little belly before Joshie even realized he was out.

That got Joshie talking. In fact, Joshie let out a scream that was louder than I thought he was capable of producing as his whole body filled with meaty father fuckstick. As he was screaming, his rough but loving father leaned forward and gave Joshie exactly what he had asked for – he lobbed a big spitball into his yelping boy's mouth.

We all watched as Joshie got it rough from his father, and swallowed tons of his daddy's saliva in the process. Then my guide informed me that there were only two boys left, which means it was time for a lightening round.

"Alright boys, you know how it works," the announcer said. "You'll each be given a topic, and you will say one sentence, back and forth, until your daddies are overcum. Ready boys?"

"Ready!" they called out eagerly in unison. They were both clearly proud they had survived that long.

"Artie," the announcer said to the first little boy who had gone on and on about his father's balls. "Your topic is jizz."

"Stavros," the announcer said, and I watched the greek boy with the filthy mouth look up eagerly to see what his topic would be. "You'll be discussing rough fucking." Stavros nodded thankfully.

The boys then began to rapidly fire off their dirtiest and nastiest thoughts into the microphone while their fathers furiously jerked their massive tools. The transcript went as follows:

Artie: Daddy, when I feel that first hot rope of cum I just start thinking about how it's the same jizz that made me, and I have to eat it!

Stavros: I'm sick and tired of being treated like a little girl daddy. I want you to show me how MEN have sex!

Artie: Daddy I love when you shoot your sperm into my tummy from behind, and then pull out of me and shoot another down my throat while I clean your cock off.

Stavros: Daddy I want you to bang my head so hard against the floor while you screw my boy butt that I almost black out!

Artie: Sometimes when you leave me quickly to go hang out with other daddies after busting a load in my bum, I just sit there and spoon your jizz out of me and think of you and your big piece of daddy meat, Papa.

Stavros: Sometimes daddy, if you feel like I'm not making enough noise, you can always give me a big slap across the face. That should help, and I know it'll make my tiny boy hole even tinier for you!

Artie: Daddy! I wish I could survive on a diet of your man milk! I wish that was all I ever had to eat, because I like it more than anything else on earth!

That was it. Suddenly a massive rope of semen shot out of Artie's father and landed on the little boy's face. And sure enough, just as he said, he felt that hot spray hit him, and he started eating it immediately like a hungry puppy.

At the same time, Stavros' daddy was giving the Greek slut boy exactly what he had asked for. Slammed face down on the ground, the Greek muscle god was shoving the entire length of his baby maker into his baby, and began pounding relentlessly as if the kid was a much older man.

Little Artie got three more ropes of cum in his face, then he joined Stavros on the ground of the stage, his legs in the air as his father's still spurting cock shoved into him and buried seed deep in the kid's hole.

I heard a hard banging and looked over to Stavros, who was now not only getting pile driven by his father, but his dad was also lifting the side of the boy's head and slamming that down onto the ground. I could tell by the look in Stavros' eyes that he was getting dizzy, just as he had requested.

By this time, Artie's dad had finished cumming, and had pulled out of the boy's hole. Artie was now lying on his stomach, lapping at his dad's cock, which was covered in boy slime. He slurped it clean, and just as he had finished his job, Daddy started ejaculating all over the boy without touching himself.

Artie smiled as he continued to lap at his father's used dick while daddy massaged spurts of cum into the boy's hair. The man seemed to never run out of jizz – no wonder Artie was so obsessed with it.

Now Stavros was getting slapped across the face. Cleary the head banging had made him a little too dizzy, so to bring the boy back a little bit the dad whipped his big hand back and forth across the boy's cheeks while he nearly split the boy's ass cheeks in two.

Finally, once Artie's hair was completely matted with his dad's cum, I watched in shock as the trembling little cum dump reached down between his legs and scooped up the large glob of jizz flowing out of his puckered pussy. He smiled weakly as he lifted it to his mouth and lapped at it.

I nearly got up to help Stavros, who was now red faced and crying while he got pummeled from above. But then as I got close to him, I heard him trying to say something. His dad paused for just a second, cock half in the boy.

"H 3; .h 3; harder daddy. Make it h-h-hurt." The boy was asking for more, even through his tears!

My guide pulled me away from the spectacle, explaining that the competition was over now – a tiebreaker – and that he wanted me to meet the 8 year olds that were just released for recess.

We walked further into the huge room, taking twists and turns past incestuous scenes I can't even describe. Finally we arrived at our next station, a playground, just as a bell rang. About seven 8 year olds came running out, all of them stark naked except for their school dog collars, each of them a different color of leather. They were joking and laughing, happy to have a chance to play on the playground.

"See, these boys are currently taking classes in deep anal pentration. Thanks to the government's generous funds, we were able to design this masterpiece of a playground just for the boys.

I had only a moment to examine the equipment before the boys were all over it. But I did notice that the whole thing was covered with strategically placed, giant, lubed dildos. They were so big I never thought they'd fit in the kids running all over the place, but those boys proved me wrong.

One little black boy was fond of the slide. He kept running up to the top of the structure, giggling the whole way. Then he would set his tiny body down on the edge of the slide, and give himself a push.

As his smooth little ass scooted down, he would lay back, spread his legs, and BAM. Right at the end of the slide the little kid was impaled by an enormous black dildo that I later found out was modeled after his father's penis. In fact, all of the dildos were modeled after the kids' dads.

Two boys who were identical blonde twins, sexy and skinny as fuck, rushed over to the see-saw. Their father's cock was recreated on each end, and the boys winced as they slid down on the massive dildos. Then they began to bounce up and down, egging each other on to slam harder, taking the dildo deeper and deeper and deeper.

Damn, even during play these boys loved to take dick up the ass! Who would have thought that almost any boy could be turned into a cock slut for his dad? All it took was some creativity and some government money.

I turned my attention to the jungle gym, where a group of boys were scaling up, clearly showing off their naked and hairless bums for me and my guide. At the very top of the jungle gym was a large, black dildo, one of the biggest on the playground.

The boys were clearly racing to the top as their little muscular and tiny butts worked to propel them higher and higher. A fit and lean young kid, Hispanic and already showing some serious muscle definition, made it to the tip top first and then, before I even knew it, was slowly sitting down on the lubed dildo at the top.

A boy below him grabbed his leg and started to yank, but the strong little Hispanic boy slammed himself down, giving out a yelp as he took the dildo all the wa.

"They're playing king of the mountain," my guide explained. "The boy who can stay on the dildo the longest gets to have his daddy fuck him during the next lesson."

For the next 15 minutes boy after boy after boy tried to yank down the slutty Hispanic kid, but his little ass must have been leeching onto that big black toy hard, because he wasn't moving an inch.

Suddenly I began to feel dizzy, watching all of those boys around me. Every where I looked little kids were taking giant, manly dildos inside themselves 3; willingly 3; and though they were yelping and whining as they slid up and down and rammed themselves full of rubber cock, they were happy and smiling.

When I woke up, I found myself still in the room, now seated in a comfortable chair, a large, expensive beer sitting next to me. In front of me was a stage shrouded by a big black curtain. My guide suddenly appeared behind me, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

"Glad to see you're awake. We didn't want to start without you," he said. "Today is a very special day. "As you can see, this is a very strict and well-run room. From the day they enter the room as a baby, these boys are kept on a strict schedule and quickly learn all of the rituals we have put in place to help them understand that they are meant to worship their father's dicks. And as you can also see, it's working very well. Today we have one of the most important rituals that takes place in the institute 3; " he trailed off, looking me directly in the eye. Then with a sinister smile he said, "Today, little Gabriel is turning 6 years old."

"What happens on a 6th birthday," I asked, somewhat afraid of hearing the answer.

Suddenly the curtain flew open, and there center stage stood tiny little Gabe. He was so small he looked much younger than 6, but I suppose that's because it was his birthday. He had a mop of curly blonde hair that almost covered his eyes, but his skin was a rich tan. He was, of course, hairless otherwise, and very slender. I could count each of his little ribs from where I was sitting.

I spent a long time just taking in the looks of that nervous little boy who was rubbing his feet together and staring back at my shyly. After a few minutes, I suddenly noticed what was behind him.

Lined up behind Gabe were 40 daddies, some of whom I recognized from my walk through this huge room. Each was rock hard, with a cock ring on that matched little Gabe's bright red collar. Each of their raw dicks was lathered with lube and glistening. Each of them had a nasty, mean and hungry look on their face.

"You see," my guide continued, "on a boy's 6th birthday, he learns to take every dick of every daddy in his world, and he learns to take it well."

"You 3; you mean that little kid is going to get fucked by all of those men?" I asked, disbelieving. My guide just nodded at me.

I couldn't believe it. I saw a porno once where a man took 30 cocks, and afterward he looked so exhausted and worn out I felt bad for him. And he was a full grown man who had probably been taking dick for years!

There was no way that a YOUNG 6 year old was going to take ten more dicks than that 3; on his first time! Even the biggest, sluttiest kids in this study couldn't handle that! This kid had never had dick in him, and he was about to take on 40 huge, throbbing adult cocks. I couldn't believe it, and I tried to get up, but my guide just held me down.

"Please, watch this. It's the second most beautiful, and important thing we do here at the institute," my guide said with a smile. "See, we spent a lot of the government's dollars on this performance. We allowed Gabe's father to design the whole show, and we spared no expense to make this little boy's dream come true."

At this point a hulking man stepped forward from the center of the group behind the little 6-year-old birthday boy. I knew right away that this beast of a man was Gabe's father, he had the exact same golden locks. That's where the differences ended, however, because this man was covered in thick, dense muscles. His biggest muscle of all burst out of a bush of golden pubes that looked like a lion's mane, making his throbbing daddy dick appear that much more powerful. On his right arm, in bright red paint, the number 9.3 was drawn. I knew what that meant, he had 9.3 inches [23.6 cm] of adult daddy meat to shove into his son. Something about the way he nodded at me told me he was going to try and put all of it in the boy.

"Just watch the first act," his father, who I learned was named Leo, half-pleaded and half-ordered me. "It's the best part of the show, if you ask me. Right Gabey? Why don't you tell the man what's up first."

"First, my daddy is going to kiss my butt goodbye, and then he's going to take away my ch-cherrie with his giant penis," Gabe explained, very matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, a platform appeared from under Gabe, and the center of the stage rose up in a big square until I realized that Gabe and his father were standing on a hidden bed. It was a big, white fully affair, perfect for a loss of virginity, I had to admit.

Once the bed reached normal level, Daddy swept up his little boy and laid him flat on his stomach. Before Gabe could say, "Fuck me daddy," his Papa had spread his virgin cheeks and dove in face first.

He began kissing little Gabe's hole, making the boy giggle. Every so often he'd lift his head up and say something to his son. Something like, "Happy Birthday, Little Slut Son," or he'd address the boy's pussy directly, saying "Goodbye, little virgin cherry. You taste so good, but your time is up!"

Finally after what seemed like an hour of Leo French kissing Gabe's hole, he pulled up and announced to his son, "It's time."

I watched Gabe come down from the giggly high he was having while his dad ate him out, and realize that now came the time when he had to take his first dick up his little tiny ass. He tried to look stoic, but I could tell the boy was nervous 3; and excited.

The men gathered round to watch, but I could tell Gabe and Leo were all alone up there mentally – both of them had tuned out everything but the natural, intense sexual tension between a father and his 6 year old son.

Gabe crawled forward with a very serious look on his face and positioned himself in between his father's hairy thighs. He looked up at his daddy and then back at the large cock that was about to invade his hole. He gave it a gentle kiss on its head.

"Thank you, for everything you've given my throat. Now it's time for you to give me the same in my boy pussy," he said to the cock. Then he started kissing the dick feverishly, clearly understanding that his relationship with the cock as an oral toy was about to change forever.

"Alright son, that's enough," Leo said with a chuckle as he pulled the boy off his dick and flipped him over onto his back.

Gabe's skinny legs were lifted high in the air, each of his heels in one of his daddy's meaty paws. Leo locked eyes with his son as he rubbed his ass-splitting tool up and down his boy's smooth crack. Finally he stopped at the hole, gave his son one, long, intense look, and then said "Happy birthday, son," and popped the head of his dick into the boy's virgin pussy.

The look on little Gabe's face was indescribable. His expression of pain, of terror, of happiness, of lust, of confusion, of understanding 3; all of it came across him. This was a boy who had grown up thinking life was about this moment, that this moment was the most important second of his young life so far. He doesn't know about airplanes or movies or the government that's paying for his big birthday butt bash, he only knows about dad dicks, and more specifically, his own father's cock. And right now, that cock is shoved into his once-virgin pussy and ever so slowly going deeper, deeper, deeper.

Leo, the animal daddy that he is, obviously didn't believe that giving his son a moment to adjust to the column of cock inside him was necessary. He leaned forward, nearly supporting himself with his dick, and sank into his kid centimeter by centimeter. He focused on the boy's eyes, staring deeply, waiting, coaxing his boy to 3;

SCREAM! The boy suddenly found air and let out a wail that could only belong to a total slut getting dick for the first time. The men watching, waiting, had now gathered into a tight semi circle around the bed and broke out into cheers and applauds, but little Gabe's puppy cries were loud enough to be heard over the nasty men's cheers of encouragement.

DaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" Gabe screamed out as his father reached the halfway point and, to my shock, kept pushing, pushing, pushing.

The boy's face turned read as he was introduced to nearly 7 inches [18 cm] of dick, with still more to come. Though he was screaming, I didn't expect him to cry, because he was still so 3; clearly 3; willing and happy that he was getting dick, and was trying to stay positive. But eventually the tears came.

Finally, just as dad was about to slide it home, Leo leaned forward, and with a sharp thrust of his hips, quickly lapped up the five big, wet tears on Gabe's face. His big daddy tongue lapped his crying son's face as he pushed the last few inches of his adult cock into the birthday boy, and let out a big sigh.

"That's all of it," Leo roars happily as the other daddies pat him on the back and ass. Each ass pat makes little impaled Gabe cry out a little more.

Finally, after all of the men had said their congratulations, Gabe started to yelp again as the dick retreated from his ass. But daddy wasn't gone long before he started sliding in slowly on his squirming son, this time ever so slightly faster.

As the pace quickened the boy yelps and whimpers started to transform into full blown animalistic grunts as he realized what it meant to be fucked. For so long he had wondered, I could see it in his eyes, and now the pain and pleasure was like nothing he ever imagined.

Soon the boy was taking long, quick thrusts straight to his little gut. As his dad sped up his hips, the men around them began to cheer egging him on.

"Yeah, fuck that kid!" yelled out an older man of about 60 as he stroked his hard grandpa cock.

"Don't go easy, he's a slut, I've seen it!" cheered a 20-something man with a dick like beer can.

Somehow through his yelps and shouts, Gabe was able to say to his dad, "Give me my first load of 3; oooh ah! 3; cum 3; ugh 3; daddy??"

That did it. With a mighty roar, Leo lifted his son up and slammed the kid down hard onto his dick as he began to inject buckets of daddy sperm as deep into the 6-year-old as possible.

Somewhere a cannon rang out, and a giant illuminated number 41 lit up the wall behind all of the men. On his 6th birthday, Gabe had received his first load of cum up his ass.

Once Leo's earth-shattering orgasm finally ended, he immediately began to stand up, taking his son with him. The little impaled birthday boy could do nothing but yelp as he was lifted into the air on his father's cock. Just as this happened, I heard a clinking sound, and a kiddie-sized sling began to lower from the ceiling and came to rest center stage. The men formed a horseshoe around it as Leo lept from the bed, bouncing the yelping Gabe who was still shoved down on the dick, and placed his son in the sling.

Gabe, still unable to speak, could only watch through tear-wet eyes as his little ankles were secured into two cuffs on the chains supporting the sling so that they were high in the air. Once the boy was secured, Leo pulled out quickly with a surprisingly loud pop, making Gabe scream once more, and I had the pleasure of watching his little hole try to cope with being empty, winking at me, spouting cum, trying to shrink back to the normal size of a 6-year-old butt hole.

But he didn't have time, because before I knew it another dick, this one only about 8 inches [20 cm], was entering the used hole. Gabe cried out in surprise as the man with an 8 painted on his arm, who I soon realized was the one with the smallest dick in the room, slid into the hole as if the kid was a professional porn star. He didn't waste a second before he started thrusting into the boy like an animal, teaching the kid the valuable lessons all boys in this world had to learn by the time they were 6 years old.

This daddy didn't last nearly as long as Leo, and shot a big load into the kid with a loud yell and a slight slap to the boy's face. As I suspected, the illuminated number behind the men lowered now to 40. Gabe still had 40 loads to go before his birthday ritual was over!

The man pulled out and was replaced by the next man with the second smallest dick, this time just 8.3 [21.1 cm], according to the number on his arm. Man after man after man came up to the boy, shoving into him with great haste and then dumping a load deep into the kid. The boy eventually quieted down, learning more how to accommodate daddy dicks, but this only encouraged Leo to say, "Men, you're not working hard enough if the boy isn't making noise!"

Soon, as Leo cheered the men on, Gabe was making just as much noise as he had when he first took that dick up his pussy a few minutes ago. As a young looking Latino dad spermed up into the boy, load number 13, I caught a look at Gabe's face. He appeared exhausted, his pale cheeks flushed, his blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat. His tears had dried, but his eye shot open every time he felt the thrust and push of a cock going hilt-deep into him. The Latino man spit on the boy's face, then pulled out.

Leo stepped forward again, and slipped his cock deep into his son. He again lifted the boy up and said, "Time for the nine-inchers [23-25 cm] son!"

The sling was raised out of the room and a long beam was rolled out onto stage on a conveyor belt. With masterful skill that told me Leo had practiced his moves on other little boys, he placed his son over the beam and then pulled a strap over the boys back, securing the kid to the beam. Then the fucking resumed, this time the men who were between 9 and 10 inches [23-25 cm] did the pounding.

The 9 inchers [23-25 cm] were, if you can believe it, rougher. I asked my guide about this and he said, "Leo prefers rough sex. You see, these rituals are meant to teach a boy exactly what kind of sex his father likes, as that is what the boy's life will be about. So Gabe has to endure lots and lots of rough sex so that he will never forget."

After about 23 loads I noticed that every time a man pushed into Gabe, cum gushed out around the dick. I guess the boy's hole couldn't hold any more cum. This encouraged the men to scoop the scum off the floor as they were fucking and rub it in Gabe's face, shove it in his mouth or just massage it into the boy's golden locks of hair.

When the last man who was at least 9.8 inches [24.9 cm], an older man with a pot belly and giant biceps that he used to pull Gabe onto his dick, came in the boy, Leo returned again, squishing his daddy dick in and unstrapping the boy, then lifting him in the air. The boy was not struggling now, he was used to getting impaled and lifted, though he still yelped like a puppy. "Ok Gabey, now the 10 inchers [25-28 cm]."

Through a trap door four cuffs appeared on the floor, and Gabey was strapped into the metal restraints on all fours.

The 10 inchers [25-28 cm] included a tall, skinny man who couldn't have been more than 25 and who really got off on long-dicking the kid, a big black man who loved to dirty talk and at one time called the yelping Gabe "The biggest whore he'd ever seen," a bald daddy who enjoyed shoving fingers into the boy even as his cock head rammed the kid, and an extremely hairy man who liked to shove the boys face into the floor as he rammed him.

There were only ten men left, but the number on the wall read 12, meaning Gabe still had 12 loads to go. Again, he was impaled on Leo's cock and lifted. This time, the boy was so limp he looked like a rag doll. I couldn't blame him, after getting so roughly ravaged by horse cocks for over two hours on his 6th birthday. It was, after all, his first time taking it up the ass!

The men who were 11 inches [28 cm] or more all sat down, their massive poles in the air. Leo, the good father that he was, held the boy under the arm pits and made his way down the line, impaling his rag doll of a son over and over again until the seated men shot up inside the boy's stomach.

The last man was a lot like Leo, and I learned later that the two men were actually brothers. Gabe's uncle sat with his hands behind his head while his nephew was shoved up and down on his massive tool. Finally he shot his load deep into the used hole, adding the 40th load of cum into Gabe. But the number on the wall still read 2, and all of the men seemed to be spent.

"I think he might be too exhausted," I heard Gabe's uncle say, as he watched his brother extract the exhausted 6 year old from his dick. Gabe, who was positively motionless and breathing heavily, unable to make any sounds, just looked up at his father with his innocent eyes. His ass was leaking cum like a faucet.

"For them," my guide said, and pointed to two men who had just appeared on stage. They were both in their late 30s I would say, and extremely well built. They had cropped black hair, permanent 5 o'clock shadows, and long, strong limbs. They were identical twins, right down to their massively thick, 12 inch [30 cm] cocks. 24 inches [60 cm] of hard dick between them.

By now the men had started to cheer, "DOUBLE FUCK GABE! DOUBLE FUCK GABE! DOUBLE FUCK GABE!"

Suddenly I lept to my feet and ran onto the stage. "STOP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. All the men fell silent, and stared at me.

"He's just a child! I can't let this little boy who has already done so much with your cocks take those men inside him! Especially not at the same time! The boy can't handle it, and he's too weak to protest!"

The men all stared at me, and the irony of what I was saying made be blush all over. I mean, I was criticizing these men for what they were doing, and yet I was leaking precum in a line from my dick down to the stage floor.

Finally after what felt like hours, Leo stepped forward, holding his son draped over his arms. He passed the boy to me. I was surprised at how light the boy was, even though he was like a dead weight in my arms. As I held him, gobs and gobs of cum dripped out of his little boy pussy and onto my legs and feet.

"Agent Gregory, I don't mean any disrespect but 3; if you will 3; just look deep into that boy's eyes. I know he can't speak from all the dick he got today, but if you look in his eyes I think you'll see 3; he wants those 12 inch [30 cm] dicks inside him. And he wants them simultaneously."

Though it was difficult, I forced myself to follow directions. I stared deeply into Gabe's exhausted, bleary eyes. At first it brought tears to my eyes, to see this exhausted child used up like this. But then I caught a glimmer of something else. The boy's eyes looked 3; hungry 3; curious 3; like 3; and I still can't believe it to this day 3; but like he wanted more.

"You're 3; you're right, Leo," I said quietly. "He does want both. And he wants both inside him at once."

The men let out the loudest cheer yet as the clinking sound began. This time four straps in a bundle at the end of the chain came down from the ceiling.

"Strap him in for me, would you?" Leo asked. I hesitated at first, but then slowly lifted Gabe and began to strap him in. I put his hands and his ankles in the leather cuffs, and soon the boy was there, hog tied and hanging in air, his little open ass facing straight down.

The twin brothers with the massive meat gave me a pat on the back and a thanks and then they sat down on the ground, their legs overlapping until their throbbing dicks were pressed together in one column of meat. The identical cocks must have been at least as wide as a baseball bat, if not more.

Another chain fell from the sky, and Leo looked at me mischievously, then put the chain in my hands.

Instinctively I began to pull, and as I did little Leo lowered closer and closer to the cocks. He was positioned perfectly over the two identical cock heads, which were oozing clear precum. As he lowered, more and more man jizz from his gaping ass dripped out, lubing the two cocks below. Finally I had pulled until he was just centimeters above the dicks.

Suddenly all the men came forward and somehow managed to get their hand on the chain. I could tell this was part of the ritual. We all stared down and listened as Leo said, "1-2-3!"

We all yanked, and little Gabe was suddenly completely down, buried onto the two dicks all the way. He was no longer silent, the feeling of two massive cocks instantly brought him back to life and he started making noises I've never heard anyone make before.

"WE DID IT!" Leo roared, and all the men cheered as we watched Gabe struggle on the two cocks. I could literally see the dicks in his stomach as he tried to adjust to the impossible amount of meat inside of him.

The boy's struggling was enough to make the two twins cum simultaneously after a few minutes. The cheering in the room was so loud that we could just barely hear Gabe's guttural noises as he took the final two loads of cum for that day. Now he was a pussy boy, just like the other kids in the room.

As the boy was lifted off, the men spontaneously broke out into the Happy Birthday song as fireworks went off above. I stared, shell shocked, as the boy began to clean up the stage while the men all shared beer. The last thing I saw before I left the room with my guide was little Gabe, on all fours, using a towel to wipe up the cum that was dripping out of his ass faster than he could clean it. What a birthday.

"Come on," my guide said. "We have one more study that I think you'll find the most interesting of all."

Finale

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 6 year old, talking SO MUCH DICK.

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.

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 3; 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 3; 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.

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.

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.

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 3; the doctors 3; 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 3; I will test them. But please 3; 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 3; 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 3; he had a man-sized mouth 3; and to accommodate my meat 3; I needed a big hole.

"Brady," I said with the warmest smile I could conjure up. "I'm going to have to 3; 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?

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.

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.

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 – scared, intense, confused – well I hate to say it, but it annoyed me. Malcom looked like the little brat he had been when he was a kid – and I don't know how to explain it, but he made me want to punish him. Right there in the room.

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 3; 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 3; they wanted INCEST.

My oldest boy still dripping with seed, my second son now coated in pungent piss 3; and still 3; 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.

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 3; and I knew deep down what else happened in this institute. Oral Wing, Cum Wing, Piss Wing 3; 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 3; Daddy has to try something on you that is going to be 3; well 3; 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 3; I can't lie 3; 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 3; 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.

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 3; but 3; 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 3; and then..

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 3; those blue eyes 3; they told me to 3;

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 3; 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 3; now 3;

Yes 3; 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 3; 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 3;

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.

I had done it. I had fucked my son silly 3; maybe even raped him 3; though still 3; with his mouth spread wide 3; 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 3; well 3; oh my god 3;" was all I could get out. The men laughed. My sons struggled 3; well 3; 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 3; well 3; we can all still smell the sweat and sex from you taking his little ass and turning it inside out.

"And 3; most importantly 3; 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."

"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 6. We want to 3; 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 3; except 3; for funding 3; that's where you come in, Agent Gregory. See, we need the government to give us money 3; a lot more money 3; 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 3; what this would mean. And of course 3; this wouldn't go unrewarded 3;"

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 3; we'll turn your own sons over to you. Today."

"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 3; 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 3;

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 3; 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 3; it was then I knew 3; I had made the right choice.

Dirk Carlor

IFSIR

The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research

3. Cum Wing

4. Piss Wing

5. Misc Wing

The first ever all-male-incest world

Finale

The End