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## Chapter 7 - Misc Wing 1

This is a short story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny and kinky 25
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.

As we entered the hallway, an icy chill went down my spine.  It was cold
down here, and, I hate to say this being the man that I am, but rather
frightening.  The air hung with the feeling that there were things behind
these doors that far surpassed my imagination.  The whole place felt as
though it had been designed to resemble mankind's deepest, darkest taboos.

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...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 2244: 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 8.5 inches 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...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."

"But that doesn't answer my question..." I said.

"Ah. Well.  These boys you see here, are...well they're straight jock boys,
to be honest.  Both lacrosse stars, both have girlfriends back
home...though I'd be surprised if those girlfriends are still waiting for
them.  They've been here for over 6 months with no contact with the outside
world."

"No contact?!?"

"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...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...well...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."

"So..what's going on with them?"

"Why don't we show you?"  My guide buzzed the room so his voice could be
heard.

"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...then...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.

The other boy started pleading before the dad had even approached.

"Please dad.  I'm begging you.  Listen to me.  I need to cum.  PLEASE!"

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 -

Dad stopped jerking.

"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 2 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...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 2243: 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.

It took my breath away.  I almost had to leave the room.

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 6 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 4th 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.

"How can he say those things to his own son?"  I asked my guide.

"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...we
found out Ralph had fantasies of typing up and humiliating his own 6 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...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!"

I couldn't disagree.

After the dad had emptied his bladder unknowingly on his own son, he 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 10 minutes of brutal face fucking, dad pulled out and let the
kid gasp for air.  At least for 2 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 20 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 2 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...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.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

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...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.

Instinctively little Jack lifted his tiny thin legs in the air.

"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...I'm sorry...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..." 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...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...I imagine the most shocking yet."

