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## Chapter 9 - The Final Experiment

ATTENTION: This is the final chapter of this story!  If you want to read
more by the author, head over to the adult/youth section for the upcoming
Amazing Boy Race!

This is a short story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny and kinky 23
year old.  It is fictional and involves sex between fathers and sons.  I do
not advocate pedophilia or abuse of minors outside of fantasy. If you like
this story, I have another posted in the incest section titled
What-I-Learned-From-Dad that is the story of a father converting his
straight son into a cock addict.

I love hearing from readers, so please feel free to send me an email at
dirk.carlor@gmail.com with any questions, comments or suggestions for
future work!  You can also catch me on yahoo chat under the name
teenboy4manlydad.  Enjoy the story and don't cum till the end!


The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR)

This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the
undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR).  I was sent to
IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would
assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of
government funding.  The institute is top secret, and most Americans would
be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving
wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological
sons.  But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study.

IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for
this purpose.  It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess
whether or not it is properly using its money.  I was given a private tour
of the most promising studies in the facility's 5 wings, each focusing on a
different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss
studies and the very mysterious "Miscellaneous Acts" wing.  For each
experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration
of the study, the "name" used to refer to the subjects, and I will also
record whether or not the subjects were "Volunteers", "Recruits", or
"Other".  All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have
an explanation.

Down, Down, Down.  We went down hallway after hallway, deeper into the
labyrinth of the Institute.  We were on our way to the last study.  My
guide promised me I was in for a shock that I could never anticipate, and
my mind was throbbing considering all I'd seen.

Boys sucking their father's dicks without knowing it.  Boys strapped in
urinals, begging for my piss.  Men suffocating their teenaged sons with
their hairy ass.  Children worshiping the balls that made them.  Boys
covered in food, smiling at me. A little boy sucking cum out of his
father's ass with a straw.  Twins riding dick till dad couldn't take
anymore.  A father forcibly masturbating his gorgeous teenaged boy.  And
little Gabe, a 5 year old, talking SO MUCH DICK.

What could possible be next?

We finally reached the big, black doors that led to the last room.  To my
surprise, my guide gave me no speech before proceeding.  Typically he would
give me some prep before I was shown what was in store, but instead he just
opened the door to the very dark room.

"After you," he said with a smile.

I stepped inside the room, and the door slammed shut behind me.  I heard a
lock creak into place, and suddenly I began to panic.  Here I was in this
sick and twisted fetish land of incest, in the deepest part, and I was now
locked into a pitch-black room, naked, all alone.  No guide, no one, just
me and my raging hard on.  Or so I thought.

Very slowly my eyes began to grow accustomed to the light.  I could make
out figures, but it was a long time before I could see what they were.  In
the meanwhile, my sense of smell heightened.  I began to smell must, like a
cellar - and sex, of course.  But something else.  It occurred to me
that perhaps I was smelling fear.

Upon having that thought, I finally made out what I was seeing in front of
me.  Now that my eyes were fully adjusted, I saw spread before me three of
the finest young asses I have ever seen.

The three holes were all put in the same position, in a line, but they were
all very different.  Each was bent over what appeared to be a wooden block
painted red.  The boy's backs spread over the top of the block, and their
legs hung down below their beautiful ass cheeks.

However, as I mentioned, the love tunnels were all very differently shaped
and sized.  On the extreme left, a very muscular teenaged ass quivered at
me.  It looked as though it belonged to a boy of about 18 or 19, and it
looked delicious.  With just a slight coating of blonde hair, it flexed
incredible as its owner squirmed.

The middle ass was just as beautiful, but incredibly different.  This one
looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, and was much more meaty than the
first muscular ass.  It looked like it would be great to squeeze it as you
rode it.

My God!  Look at how my brain works!  Here I am examining asses, and I'm
thinking about fucking them!  What has this institute done to me?  What
would my wife think?

Still, even though I knew I was going insane with lust, I turned to the
third ass.  This was a boy's ass, no doubt.  The skinny little legs
attached to this ass didn't even reach the floor.  The boy was unbelievably
tiny, though his smooth-as-can-be ass looked so pert, round and hungry that
I nearly dove face first into that virgin cherry pie.  But at the last
moment, I stopped myself.  I had to remain professional.  I had to regain
my composure.

My job here was to analyze this institution.  The doctors had organized
this entire event like a play, to lead me to this moment.  I could tell
that this was all planned, and that this final study was their attempt to
really, truly convince me that they deserved greater funding from the
government.

They had locked me in here, and cut off communication, because this was
something I had to do on my own.  I could tell, my guide had been leading
me up to this moment - and I could feel his eyes on me from some hidden
room as he and the other mad scientists watched my ever move.

Think, Gregory, Think.  Think of what you know.  How does this place work?
There are sons and fathers.  Boys and men.

All right, this is the Institute for Father Son Research.  None of these
asses belong to a boy old enough to be a father, so these must be three
sons.  And though the asses looked very different from one another, they
were all somehow connected.  Perhaps it was my instincts that I had develop
on my tour of incest, but I could sense that these three fuck deposits
belonged to the same genealogy.  IN other words, these were three brothers
in front of me.

So...the missing part of the equation is the father.  Where is the father
in this study?

Just as this thought ran through my head, I saw a big figure moving out of
the corner of my eye.  I turned, and suddenly I noticed the room was filled
with men.  No- not men.  One man.  I could see one man repeated over and
over.  The walls were covered in mirrors, and the one man I was looking at
was me.

Hundreds of me, reflected in the mirrors of the walls.  I took a good look
at myself.  I was tall, and muscular.  They don't let you have a job in
these types of agencies without physical fitness.  My summer tan was still
going strong, and I admired for a moment my toned stomach, covered in the
course dark blonde hair.  My beard had grown in a bit; I looked a little
scruff around my square jaw.

I looked down my pecs, back across my abs to my package.

My penis was raw red, but more hard than I had ever seen it.  I had bee
incredibly aroused for hours, and it showed in my giant cock.  I don't mean
to boast, but it is huge.  I have been impressed by many of the cocks in
this study, but mine is truly a beauty.  Eleven inches of thick, cut,
throbbing meat, thick as a fist and topped with a beautiful mushroom head.
The veins in my man tool were throbbing red- my dick looked angry.

Down below my penis were my testicles, big heavy things hanging low my tan
sac.  They looked like heavy eggs, I could see them churning, moving the
short blonde pubes on my ball sack around.  They were so heavy with cum,
how could I possible focus on my work.

Now my question had been answered.  Both the father and the sons were in
this room.  The sons were tied up - and I - I was their father.

That's right.  Those three boys are my own flesh and blood.

Around each of their necks was a dog collar with their names, Brady,
Malcom, and Charlie.  Each of them also wore a device around their faces,
what appeared to be a leather strap connected to a mouth stretcher.  A
mouth stretcher is what the dentists used to keep mouths, and each of my
boys had their mouths spread as wide apart as possible.  In each of the
mouth spreaders sat a bright red ball, to keep them from saying -or
screaming - anything.

In shocked, I examined each of my sons' faces.

I moved around in front of the asses, though I had already seen their faces
on the mirrors.  There, to the left, was my oldest son Brady.  At 17, he
was just like his dad.  Big and tall, muscular to the max.  The boy was on
the baseball team and the football team.  He was head of his class, and
always had a girlfriend ever since he was 10.  Now here he was, nude, bent
over, naked, bound, in front of his dear old dad in the depths of the
nastiest, sickest institute in the world.

Next to him was poor little Malcom, the misfit in my family.  As the middle
child, 14-year-old Malcom was a little nerdy.  He wasn't muscular like his
brothers but not at all fat.  He was just a boy with a nice bubble ass that
I've noticed ever since he was a kid.  The rest of him is tall and lanky.
His mop of red hair doesn't make him look like the rest of his family, but
he does have my dark blue eyes.  The poor kid was always kind of awkward,
and now he looked super awkward splayed out on display in front of me.

Then, finally, Charlie.  My baby boy.  Only 8 years old last week, so young
and innocent.  My wife had insisted with Charlie that we use more
"progressive" punishments.  As a result, the boy was a little too innocent
for his own good.  He was a mama's boy, and you usually couldn't see him
very far from my wife.

But now here he was, naked, confused, tied and very far from anyone who
even resembled a mommy.  Charlie was in a man's world now, a world of
fathers, and he was learning the hard way that daddies can be very sick,
nasty and creative people.

As soon as they saw me, the boys started struggling.  When I heard their
muffled groans and whines, I snapped back to reality.  What was I doing?  I
was in a study with my three sons, and they were tied up and bent over, and
I wasn't helping them!

I quickly rushed to Charlie and started to work on the chains that held him
in place.  I quickly realized, however, it was futile.  This was the
institute, and big heavy padlocks held the boys in place.  It even held the
ball gag and mouth spreader firmly situated.

I ran to the door, but found that it was missing.  It must be covered in
mirrors as well, because now all of the walls looked like mirrors and I
couldn't see where I had come in.  Fuck!  I was trapped in a room with my
three sons, I was buck naked and hard, and so were they.

What did all this mean?  Why were they doing this to me?  What was I
supposed to do?

I started to think hard and long.  They clearly wanted me to do something
with my tied up sons, but what?  I started thinking about something my
guide had said to me a few times along our journey.  All boys and their
fathers are meant to have sex.  That was the underlying theory under the
institute.  Deep down, all boys and fathers want it.  Even if it hurts, or
is scary,

That's it!  This is a test!  They want me to test that theory.  My sons
were here, they couldn't speak or move.  I wouldn't know if they wanted my
dick or not, because they couldn't tell me!  My guide...the doctors...they
must want me to understand whether or not my boys crave their father's
cock- my cock.

"I understand!" I shouted out to the people watching me.  "I will...I will
test them.  But please...let me test orally first."

At that moment I heard a clank, then a bouncing, as all of the ball gags
fell to the floor.  The mouth spreaders in my sons still stayed in place,
so they couldn't speak.  But now I had full access to all three of their
supposedly straight, virgin mouths.

I walked back around to the front of my boys.  Their eyes were undoubtedly
filled with terror.  I reeled away - if they were terrified of course
they didn't want my dick.  But then again...maybe they were only afraid
because of the circumstances.

I knew that my guide wouldn't let me out of this study until I had come to
a conclusion - until I saw for myself how important incest sex was.  IF
this was the only way out, I was going to have to man up and do it.

Of course, I went for my oldest first.  At least he would have the least
hard time understanding this - I could explain it to him and apologize
later.  Plus...he had a man-sized mouth...and to accommodate my meat...I
needed a big hole.

I bent down and looked my son in the eye.

"Brady," I said with the warmest smile I could conjure up.  "I'm going to
have to...put my penis in your mouth.  It's the only way out of here.  Just
try to relax and we'll get this over as soon as possible.  Just think -
your saving your brothers.  This way we can get out of here quickly and
little Malcom and Charlie won't have to go through this.  Ok?



Of course, Brady had no response, he couldn't talk.

I stood up, and looked at my son one last time.  Then I took my big cock
into my fist - though to myself that this was the only way - and
slowly inserted the head of my penis into his mouth.

BOOM

I started ejaculating!  I couldn't stop myself!  I had been hard all day,
and the instant my cock felt my teen son's mouth and tongue, I exploded!
Poor Brady!  Before he knew what was happening, his mouth and throat were
being coated with his father's sperm.  An entire day's worth of pent up
perverted incest cum started spraying into his forced open mouth.  I
quickly tried to pull out, but it was no use.  My giant dick kept spraying,
and now my teen's sexy, athletic and straight boy face was coated in jizz
as well.  He looked like a gay porn star!

"FUCK!  BRADY I'M SO SORRY!  OH GOD YES!"  I screamed out as I coated my
oldest son with jizz.  He just looked up at me, his mouth hanging open,
tasting cum for the first time.  My thick white ropes dripped down his
chin, and I quickly realized there was nothing in this room to clean him up
with - no cloths or anything.  I was going to have to leave him covered
in jizz.

"Ok!  I did it!  I came on my son!  Are you happy?  Let us out now!"

No answer.

"Please!  I see!  I did what you want!"

Still, no answer.  Obviously I hadn't convinced them.  Spewing a gallon of
hot, fresh sperm down my straight son's throat, all the while not knowing
if he loved it or hated it.  But that hadn't been enough.  My guide wanted
more proof that I agreed with the institute.

I looked back to Brady.  Now it hit me exactly how much I had cum.  I must
have blacked out during part of my orgasm from the pleasure - because I
saw my oldest son so drenched in white, thick cum that he could barely see.
He held one of his dark brown eyes closed as cum dripped over his eyelid.
My cum matted his hair to his forehead.  My daddy jizz was running under
his nose and down his lips, falling across his open mouth in thick, long
strings.  Gobs of it were dropping down onto his tongue.  He could not
close his teenaged mouth, after all, so my daddy sperm just oozed down his
throat.

Looking at him, I knew I couldn't do anything more to Brady.  He had been
through enough.  So I turned to my middle son.

Malcom.  Middle child.  Troublemaker.  Always the one pushing everyone's
buttons - not because he meant to, but because the boy was a bad seed.
For the same reason he was picked on at school, Malcom made you want to
pick on him.  I remember, as a child, Malcom had been the boy I always
wanted to blame, even if his brothers had done a wrong deed.

These were the thoughts running through my head as I approached my middle
child, standing in front of him.  His eyes immediately focused on my
massive, softening, still throbbing and dripping daddy-horse-cock.  He
couldn't take his eyes off it.

Obviously, cumming on a boy wasn't enough, so I was going to have to take
this a step further.  (As if I could cum again anyway!  I had thoroughly
milked my nuts dry on Brady's face!)  What had I see after all of that dick
sucking and cock sucking?

Piss.  And come to think of it, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since the
piss wing.

I took a step closer to Malcom, and took my heavy dick in my hand.  I
opened my mouth to start to explain to him - but the look in his eyes
- 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...I was convinced.  The only way to
truly tell what a boy wanted was to look him in the eye.  His mouth could
say no, his body could push away, but deep down, in their eyes, you could
see...they wanted INCEST.

My oldest boy still dripping with seed, my second son now coated in pungent
piss...and still...the microphones stayed silent.  Obviously, my task was
not done.

Charlie.  Sweet little Charlie.  The baby.  Everyone's favorite.  Charlie,
who was so full of life and innocence and curiosity.  Charlie, who didn't
have a bad bone in his body.  Charlie, who cried for hours when he scraped
his knees.  Delicate, sweet Charlie.

Charlie was next.

I looked at my little boy, quivering there, mouth spread, drooling, big
blue eyes batting at me.  His curly blonde hair fell delicately around his
angle face.  His little tongue was writing in his mouth, as if trying to
speak, to say something.  But he was helpless.

What did these men want me to do to Charlie?  I had fed my one son sperm,
fed the second one piss...and I knew deep down what else happened in this
institute.  Oral Wing, Cum Wing, Piss Wing...the only Wing that I hadn't
touched upon yet with my own sons was the Anal Wing.

Yes, I knew deep down that I would be locked in this room with my sons
until I had explored the deep, dark taboo of gay anal father son incest.
And something told me that they didn't want me to stick my daddy dick in
Bradley or Malcom.

No, the sick, disgusting, insane geniuses at the Institute for Father Son
Incest Research wanted me to have my first male on male sexual experience
with my baby boy.  They wanted me to put my giant daddy dick inside my
8-year-old son's sweet as candy ass hole.

I knelt down to look in Charlie's eyes.  I pushed a lock of his hair behind
his ear, gently caressed his chin, and pushed back my own tears welling up.

"Charlie, baby, you know Daddy loves you.  And Daddy's gonna get you and
your brothers out of here.  I know you're scared, and you're being such a
good, brave boy. But I need you to be SUPER brave, because...Daddy has to
try something on you that is going to be...well...scary and shocking."

Charlie let out a little whimper, his eyes searching mine for clues of what
I meant.

"It's gonna hurt, Charlie.  It's gonna hurt real bad, but, if Daddy has
learned anything, then he knows that it's for your best, and that deep down
in your little heart, you want me to do this to you.  Ok?  So just be a big
boy."

Again Charlie whimpered, unable to respond because his mouth was stretched
so obscenely.

Was I truly about to do this?  Was I about to shove my baseball bat of a
cock inside my tied up son?  Yes, yes I was.  And...I can't lie...my cock
was harder than it ever had been in my life.

I couldn't go into my son raw like this.  It would kill him.  Instead, I
was going to have to lube him up.  Of course, there was no store-bought
lube in the room, but after my experience in the last study, I knew what to
do.

I circled around behind my son, and got down on my knees.  In the position
he was in, his little smooth cheeks were already spread, and I could seen
the pinpoint of his old winking at me.  Before I knew it, I was lapping at
that teeny tiny hole, slobbering on it, sucking it, kissing it.

I heard little Charlie yelp in surprise, but in no time his puppy cries
turned to whimpers of pleasure.  Poor kid, he probably thought that this
was the scary thing I was talking about.  Little did he know, this was just
the fun calm before the storm.

Once his little hold was nice and wet, I gave it one last spit, one last
kiss and whispered, "Goodbye little virgin hole," which made Bradley yell
and strain against his chains.  Obviously, he wanted to protect his little
bro, but...what could the teenager do?  He was all tied up.  He was going
to have to stay there and listen to the sounds of his 8-year-old bro taking
his own father's dick.

I looked down at Charlie's hole, the size of a pea, then at my dick, thick
as a beer can.  How would it ever fit?  Simple fact was it wouldn't fit in
this state.  I had to get my dick wet.

I circled around back to Charlie's front.  His cheeks were flush from the
ass licking he had just received.  His mouth still pried open by the
spreader, I couldn't help but notice how wet and inviting it was.  More son
than his brothers had been.  Though I didn't seem entirely fair, I knew
that Charlie was going to have to lube up the dick that was about to
destroy his world.

"Open wide," I heard myself saying as I placed my big hand on the back of
his head and aimed my cock at his mouth.  His big blue eyes widened as I
moved my hips forward, and soon he was tasting cock for the first time.
His father's precummy, rigid, steel cock.

I pushed the head in, but soon realized that it was not going to work.  My
wide, cut, mushroom head was simply too wide for his lips - no, too wide
for his mouth stretcher.

As I realized this, I also noticed that my hand was on a dial on the back
of his head.  I turned the dial, and sure enough, the mouth stretcher
started to spread.  He whimpered as I turned and turned, trying to spare
the boy pain by doing it quickly, until it looked like his big pink boy
lips were going to rip.

There, it was wide enough now for me to slide in.  The little slut- I mean
my son's mouth filled with dick.  I got about 5 inches in before I hit the
back of his throat, causing him to gag.

"Take a deep breath, Charlie.  You can do it."

Charlie, always so eager to please his mother and me, obediently took a
deep breath, then started coughing and gagging as I slipped more of my
penis into him, taking over his throat space.  I seized his throat with my
other hand, squeezing it gently to open his windpipe and allow more of my
dick in.

"I'm sorry baby, it just has to be this way.  Only a couple inches more.
Another deep breath."

Though tears were streaming down his face (because I was raping him or
because the slut was choking on cock I couldn't be sure), he took that deep
breath, and found his little button nose buried in his father's pubes.

"Good boy!" I said, listening to him choke, feeling him spit up on my cock
then swallow it again.  The kid was a natural, as much as it pains me to
say it.

After a few minutes, I pulled my dick out, watching the reflections of
myself as my cock covered in slobber appeared out of my boy's throat.  He
was coughing, drooling, gasping for air.  The sounds told me he was happy
to be done with my dick, but his eyes told me he wanted more.

"Ok, baby boy, it's time," I said to him.  Charlie let out a gasp, a sound
of exhaustion.  Clearly he had thought that nearly chocking to death on his
father's sperm shooter was punishment enough.  He had no idea what was
coming.

Once again, I returned to his ass, still dripping wet from the make out
session I had with his boy hole.  I slapped his ass gently, then positioned
my dick against his hole.

Bradley and Malcom, able to see everything in the mirrors in front of them,
started to protest.  I thought Bradley was even going to knock over his
box.  I was humiliated, seeing my sons try to stop me from fucking their
kid brother...but...I was too far gone now.  This had to happen.  This
would happen.  This was going to happen.

"I'm sorry Charlie," I whispered to the vibrating little boy. "Daddy loves
you."  I began to push, struggling at the tightness...and then..

POP!

The head of my throbbing dick ripped into my son's tiny hole.  His boy
scream filled the room, echoing off the walls, filing the ears of me, and
my other two sons.  But I just kept pushing, just like the men in the last
study had.  I took a moment to stare into little Charlie's eyes, which were
blood shot and pouring out tears.

He was shaking his head no, screaming bloody murder, but those eyes...those
blue eyes...they told me to...

RIIIIIIP!

I shoved the rest of my massive prick into my son.  His guts were now
filled with dick.  My other two sons were crying too...if only they
understood that this is what I KNEW Charlie would want, if he could speak..
He would say keep going daddy, because that's what all boys want.  It's
just too bad that most of the world doesn't get to show this to their
children like I do...now...

Yes...that was it.  I was lucky!  I had the opportunity to show my youngest
son the wonders of gay sex with his father, at an age where he could truly
appreciate it!  Fuck!  I better give Charlie all he can get, the lucky
little whore!

Like a werewolf on a full moon, I felt an animal take over me, and I
grabbed a fistful of Charlie's blonde hair, yanked his head back roughly
until he was looking me directly in the eye, spit a big wad into his mouth,
and then started fucking him as if he were a professional porno star.

The sounds of my heavy balls slapping roughly against my youngest child
were drowned by his screams...screams of lust?  love?  pain?  protest?
There was no way to know, and no way I was going to slow down to find out.

The baby of the family was taking a full on fucking, whether he wanted to
or not.  After all, that was what this whole study had been about.

As I started to fuck harder and harder, his screams got louder and louder
and louder until...

SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH!

The walls around us shattered due to my boy's screams.  And what did we, my
two tied up sons, my 8-year-old kid with a body full of cock, and myself
see?  Well of course we saw every single scientist there surrounding us,
furiously taking notes and high fiving.

That did it.  I filled my boy with cum.  Creamed him so hard that I was
afraid it would cum out his mouth.  My littlest boy got dicked and filled
with jizz like I had never done before - not even to his own mother when
I fucked her silly to create him.

Shuddering, I pulled out of my son, now coming to my senses.  The little
boy's hole quivered, cum pouring out of it and down his legs, trying to go
back to it's normal, virgin, child size.  But there was no going back for
Charlie; his own father had marked him.

Me.

I had done it.  I had fucked my son silly...maybe even raped him...though
still...with his mouth spread wide...who's to say?

Suddenly, a throne rose up from underneath me, and I found myself sitting
on a high chair, elevated above my boys and the hundreds of scientists that
surrounded us. The chair had two foot rests on it, but I chose to keep my
legs closed so that my balls and softening man meat wouldn't be on display
to everyone in the room. My heart was pounding.  Had all these men really
just watched me jizz, piss and brutally fuck my sons?

My guide, naked and covered in his own jizz (of course, all the men had
masturbated while they watched us) emerged from the crowd.

"Well, well, well.  Agent Gregory.  How does it feel to be part of a study
here at the institute?"

"I...well...oh my god..." was all I could get out.  The men laughed.  My
sons struggled...well...two of them did.  I'm afraid I had fucked Charlie
so hard that he couldn't move.

"It's ok, you proved something very important here.  You see, Agent
Gregory, your task was to spend an hour locked in a room with your son.
After an hour, the mirrors would shatter.

"It seems you thought that we wouldn't let you out if you didn't use your
own boys.  But that's simply not true.  Whether you had stayed in there and
sat on the floor, or talked to your sons, we would have let you out in an
hour.

"But you, Agent Gregory, on your own.  You chose to ejaculate into your
oldest sons teenaged mouth.  You humiliated your middle child by pissing on
and in him.  And your 8-year-old...well...we can all still smell the sweat
and sex from you taking his little ass and turning it inside out.

"And...most importantly...you did it all without their consent.  You knew,
just as all the men here in the Institute know, that boy/man sex is right,
true, perfect and natural.  Life should be about father/son sex, because
boys want it, and obviously, as we all saw, YOU want it too.  Do you
disagree?"

I couldn't disagree.  Instead, I just nodded my head.  A smile popped up on
the face of ever man in the room.  My guide took a step closer to me.

"So, Agent Gregory, the future of the world lies in your hands.  You have
the power to help us take this Institute to the next level."

"And what level would that be?" I asked, timidly, afraid to hear the
answer.

"Integration, my dear man.  Integration into the real world.  We want to
show all of the men and sons out there who haven't realized that they are
meant to have sex that they have."


"You mean, you want to make gay father/son incest legal?" I asked
incredulously.

"Not only legal," my guide said, slyly, "we want to make it mandatory.  We
want to enact laws that require fathers to start messing around with their
sons at age 5.  We want to...change the world."


"But that could never-" I started to protest.  But my guide quickly put up
his hand.

"Yes, it could.  In fact, we have everything in place...except...for
funding...that's where you come in, Agent Gregory.  See, we need the
government to give us money...a lot more money...billions.  More than the
Pentagon receives.  That's why we were so careful with you, orchestrated
this whole event, kidnapped your sons.  We wanted to show you what power
you had...what this would mean.  And of course...this wouldn't go
unrewarded..."

I gulped.  "What do you mean?"

My guide smiled and turned to my sons.  "If you agree to give us the
funding, we'll give you a prominent spot here in the Institute. We'll make
you in charge of implementing the laws, we'll take your thoughts into
consideration and...we'll turn your own sons over to you.  Today."

"Today?  WHAT?"



"That's right, agent.  If you sign this document," he held up a clipboard,
waving it at me, "then we'll untie your sons, and they will be yours from
here on out.  What do you say?  Will you help us make the fathers and sons
of this world aware of what they are meant to do?  Will you change the
course of American - no Human history?  Just sign on the line."

He placed the clipboard in my lap.  A pen was placed into my hand.  I
looked at my guide, smiling sinisterly, the men surrounding me.

No...no way!  No way would I sign on funding to turn the world into a
mandatory father/son orgy!  What would people think?  I would be remembered
in history as a villain...

And then, I looked at my boys.  Brady, his muscular body, his strong jaw
line still dripping with semen.  Rebellious Malcom, angry, surly, and
covered in yellow piss.  And Charlie...trembling, half unconscious, filled
with cum.  I picked up the pen and signed my name.

The crowd erupted in cheers. At once, the chains on my boys released.  All
three of them flopped off their blocks onto the floors.  Though the men
were popping champagne and wine, I was focused only on my sons.

"Go help your dad celebrate, boys," my guide said. "Looks like he could use
some cleaning up and attention."

The boys looked at each other, their mouths still spread wide.  Each one
drooling from having their mouths open for so long.  And then, slowly, like
wounded soldiers, they began to crawl toward me.

Instinctively, I spread my legs.  My heavy, soft cock flopped down, still
covered in cum and Charlie's ass juices.  The boys reached me together,
Bradley egging on Charlie, encouraging him to use his strength that he had
left to crawl to me.  And then, they were between my legs.

I looked down at my sons, listening to the sounds of the joyous crowds
around me.  They looked up at me, and then, simultaneously, their slutty
tongues flopped out.  Together they leaned in, and began to lap at my dirty
dick.

Looking down at my flesh and blood, my three sons, all working together to
clean my cock...it was then I knew...I had made the right choice.

Long live the Institute!