---
title: '4'
pp_protect: '0'
---

## Part 4

Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2019 23:52:22 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: New Chapter | Piglet 4 | Gay Incest

Hey you horny fuckers. I'm back with another, LONG chapter of the saga of
our little Piglet here. I've also been a busy boy, getting my website up
and running.

Go check it out: www.taylorfoxxerotica.com

There you'll find links to all my writing, plus blogs and horny updates
from me. You can also join my mailing list to make sure you never miss a
cum-filled update.

You can also find me on Twitter at TaylorFoxxWorld, email me at
Taylor.Foxx.Erotica@gmail.com, or message me on KIK at TaylorFoxxAuthor.

Now, enjoy this story, and remember--don't cum until the end!

Taylor


"Strip."

Hossein Domingo opened his eyes and stared up at the concrete ceiling. He
hadn't been sleeping, even though he felt dreadfully tired. How could he,
with all that had happened tonight? How could he rest, knowing he was very
likely going to jail for something he didn't do?

But you did do something, he thinks to himself.

"Mr. Hossein, I will not ask again. You need to get up right now and
strip."

Hossein turned and got to his feet, his stomach filled with lead. He stared
at the man in the cell with him--it was one of the cops from the rest
stop. Not the one who had driven him back to the station--the one who had
taken his son separately. But where?

"Where is he?" Hossein said out loud.

The cop crossed his enormous arms across his bulky chest. The man was
big--even though Hossein himself was over six feet, this guy seemed to
tower above him. And he was thick as well, thick arms, thick legs, and a
dense, firm body that seemed to press at the seams of his blue uniform. He
had a thick, bushy black beard and dark, mean-looking eyes. He spoke with a
slight accent, though Hossein couldn't place it.

Hossein squinted to read the nameplate on the man's round chest.

"Officer Farooq," he said, his tone lower. "Please, I just want to know my
son is ok."

"Your son is with a different officer. You don't need to worry about
him. Though something tells me that you don't worry about him at all. You
know, in here, there aren't any cameras. We had them switched off
tonight. So if you want to keep asking me about your son, go ahead."
Officer Farooq unfolded his arms and cracked his knuckles. "But if I were
you, I'd make this easy and follow instructions. Now strip."

Hossein looked down at his clothes and realized that perhaps stripping down
wouldn't be such a bad thing right now. He was still wearing the messy
clothes, covered in dirt and, disgustingly, the cum from some other man who
had been...

The scene flashed before his eyes again. His son laying in the dirt. The
filthy man on top of him. The gargling and choking sounds...

Hossein unbuttoned his shirt and then took off his shorts, handing them
over to the officer who put them in a plastic bag.

"Those too," the officer said, nodding down to Hossein's boxer shorts. "And
put your hands on your head."

Knowing there was no point in complaining, Hossein dropped his shorts and
put his hands on his head. Even though he was wearing loose boxers, he
still felt his cock swinging as he stepped out of them. He tried hard not
to smile, despite the situation. He knew it was always a shock when anyone
saw what he was carrying between his legs for the first time.

He watched the officer's eyes flicker down his body, and as he suspected,
hold on his cock. But then the officer gave a strange little nod, as if
confirming something. Then he turned around and from a paper bag by his
feet withdrew a set of tan prison clothes.

"Put these on and come with me," the man said. "We're going for a little
adventure."

The clothes he'd been given were thin and scratchy, but Hossein was too
frightened to care. He didn't like the tone in the officer's voice, or the
way he'd looked at him. Where were they going? Was he going to beat the
shit out of him in some darkened cell? Or worse?

"Listen, Officer, I know it looks bad, but I can explain..." Hossein said
as they walked down the hallway toward a large green door.

"I'd hold on to your explaining," Hossein said. "We're gonna want to record
it."

Good, Hossein thought. I can think of something,... something..."

But the entire ride in the police vehicle, and the hour or two he'd spent
alone, he couldn't possibly think of a way to explain to these policemen
what was going on.

The total truth was obviously out of the question. There was no way they
would believe that his son had discovered that he love guzzling cum all by
himself. Nor could he share the fact that he'd exposed his boy to pornos of
himself jerking out his famously enormous loads.

He could keep the porn stuff out of it, though, and just say his son had
run away. He could tell the man about the homeless guy, that he'd attacked
his son...

They reached a nondescript door at the end of the hallway, and Faroq opened
it and gestured inside.

It wasn't remarkable, though Hossein knew it had all the trimmings of an
interrogation room. It was bigger than most of the ones he'd seen on TV,
but there was a long mirror along one wall, and a four-seater table in the
center of the room, with big metal hoops at its corners and center. Hossein
gulped.

"Sit," the officer commanded, and kicked out a chair from the table.

Hossein dropped into it, feeling utterly defeated. This was the worst day
of his life, and if things didn't go well, he'd be up for a lot more "worst
days ever" soon.

Officer Farooq turned and walked toward the door. Hossein couldn't help but
notice just how beefy the man was in the uniform. Didn't they have any
larger sizes? His ass and thighs looked ready to burst out at the seams.

As he waited, he began to think again of his son. Where was the boy right
now? Hopefully they'd give him a shower and cleaned him up. Hopefully he
was with someone safe and not as intimidating as the cop they'd stuck him
with.

After a moment, Hossein returned, and he wasn't alone. Behind him came
another man who couldn't look more different. This man was tall and slim,
and dressed not in a uniform but in brown slacks, a button down shirt, and
a navy blue sweater-vest. He had round glasses on his thin face, and looked
to be somewhere in his late fifties, with mostly gray, neatly combed hair
across his top. He looked like a college professor.

The two men sat across from Hossein, and as they did, the new man said,
"Mr. Hossein Domingo, I'm Detective Longley." He nodded, but didn't smile.

I don't blame him, thought Hossein. He probably thinks I've been diddling
my own son.

"Mr. Domingo, as I'm sure you know, this situation does not look good for
you. You were caught in a lewd act with... with your own son. You are going
to be in a lot of trouble, no matter how this shakes out." The man cleared
his throat and leaned forward. "Your best option, right now, is to tell us
the truth. Can you do that? Will you answer my questions honestly?"

Hossein nodded, and wondered how many men in this chair actually meant it
when this man asked them to tell the truth.

"Now, Hossein. Please. In your own words, explain what happened tonight."

"Well, I woke up in the middle of the night and went to my son's room to
check on him, like I often do. When I opened his door, I found his room
empty."

"What time was this?" Officer Farooq asked, scribbling in a notepad.

"Around 2am, I think," Hossein answered. "As soon as I found out he was
missing, I went searching for him."

"How would he have gotten out so late at night? He's so young, wouldn't he
be scared?"

"I---I don't know. He was upset. We'd gotten into an argument."

The detective raised his white eyebrows. "Oh? About what?"

"Uh..." Hossein could feel himself beginning to sweat. "His diet."

"Hmmm..." the man said. "I thought you said you were going to tell me the
truth."

"Stop fucking lying," echoed Officer Farooq, bulging his biceps menacingly.

"I'm... I'm not."

"No, I suppose you're not," the detective said slowly. "But you're not
telling the truth either. Do you care to explain this?"

He reached into his briefcase on the floor and pulled out a sheet of
paper. Hossein nearly yelped in surprise when he saw it. It was the note
his son had left. The note that said...

If you won't let me have cum, I will find someone who can!

"Y-you've been to my house?" he stammered, beginning to shake.

"Yes, we have, motherfucker," said Officer Farooq. "You're one sick man. I
thought I recognized you when we picked you up. Porn stars having
kids... no wonder you've been feeding him--"

"Enough," the Detective said calmly, cutting off the officer. "We have
already spoken to your son at length, Mr. Domingo. He told us his version
of the story as well. And we're inclined to believe him."

"Wh-what did he say?" Hossein asked.

"Well, he made it very clear that you're abusing him." The Detective
tightened his lips as he stared at Domingo.

"He's lying! I'm not... I'm trying to be a good father. It's just, he's..."

"Please, calm down," said the Detective. "Let me finish. You are abusing
your son... by not allowing him to drink cum."

"I'm not! He's..." Hossein stopped speaking as the words hit him. Had the
man really said that? "You... what did you say?"

The man stood and began pacing. Officer Farooq just continued to stare at
him, though Hossein thought he could make out just the faintest smile on
one corner of the Arab cop's mouth. It was hard to see with his bushy black
beard.

"You see," the Detective spoke as he walked, "I have seen a few cases like
your son in my many years working as a child psychologist and detective. In
fact, I'm uniquely positioned to find cases like this. And your son, well,
he appears to be one of the most interesting cases I've ever seen."

"Cases?" Domingo asked. "Cases of what?"

"Well, there's no clinical term for it. Most doctors won't even touch
it. But I call it childhood onset addiction."

"A-a-addiction? Like drugs?" Hossein asked.

The man stopped pacing and turned to lean over the table.

"Yes, like drugs. But not drugs. Your son has a much more unique
addiction. I think you know what I'm getting at, Domingo."

This time, Hossein said nothing. He was too shocked to speak.

"I know this may be difficult to hear," Detective Longley continued. "but
your son has a serious addiction to cum. Sperm. Jizz. Ball juice. Whatever
you want to call it. He's obsessed, and from what we can tell, this
addiction came on suddenly. Really blindsided the poor thing."

"What... what are you talking about?? My son's not--"

"Oh, but he is," the detective continued. "We ran some tests. Had to pump
your son's stomach a bit, which was quite uncomfortable for him. But
necessary, given the circumstances. And what did we find, Officer Farooq?"

The burly officer's tiny smile grew slightly. "Not one," he said, "not
two..." and then he held up three of his thick fingers. "Three loads."

"Not just three loads," the Detective jumped in. "Three different loads. No
fewer than three separate men had ejaculated in your son's tiny stomach in
the last forty-eight hours." The Detective stood again, his tall, lanky
body looking oddly intimidating in the harsh light of the interrogation
room. "Now, I wonder, what are the odds that when we get the DNA tests
back, one of those loads will be yours?"

Hossein's mind was racing. First, three? Three loads? He was sure some of
the homeless man's junk had gotten into his son. And unfortunately, some of
the loads his son had stolen might be showing up in there too. Which meant
his DNA would be on the hook. But who was the third load from? How had his
sweet little boy slurped up a stranger's load before he'd even caught up?

"You don't have to answer, Mr. Domingo. We already know. Your son told us."

"He... he did?" Domingo rested his head in his hands, wanting to pull out
his own locks of brown hair. "He's..."

"He told us that he had to steal them. That you never fed him directly."

Domingo lifted his face, suddenly feeling hopeful. His son had told the
truth. He hadn't abused the boy.

"Yes, of course! I would never!"

"You would never?" the Detective cut in, his voice suddenly sounding
angry. "You mean to tell me that you, of all people, a man famous for loads
that could drown his co-stars, would never feed them to your own son,
despite having clear evidence of the boy's serious addiction staring you in
the face?!?"

"Of course not!" Hossein shouted back. "I'm not a pervert! I would never
cum in my own son's mouth!"

"Hm," the doctor said. "Just as I thought. Well, we'll see about that,
won't we. Farooq?"

The officer suddenly rose, and Hossein felt his chair jerk backward. His
arms were suddenly behind him, and he was unable to move, the officer was
so strong and large. He heard two clicks, and he knew his hands were now
handcuffed behind him.

"His feet, too," The Detective said quietly as he walked toward the
door. He disappeared out the door, and Hossein could only watch as the man
handcuffed his feet to the hoops on the floor by his chair.

`What are you doing?" he asked. "Please... just let me go. This is madness!
Come on, brother...." he pleaded.

"Just cause I'm Arab don't make us brothers," the officer grunted.

Then the door open, and Hossein's emotional roller coaster of a night took
anther turn. There, in the arms of the Detective, was his little son.

"Baby!" he called out, struggling against his restraints. "Are you ok?"

He gave his son a quick ocular scan. The boy looked all right. He was in
simple blue pajamas--probably something they kept on hand for cases like
this. He was still as scrawny as ever, and he looked sleepy, his eyes
somewhat sunken back in his head. He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Daddy?" he said. "Daddy!"

The boy wriggled in the detective's arms, and the detective set him down,
letting the boy toddle over. Hossein desperately wanted to be unchained, to
hug his son, but he was happy to let the boy climb up into his lap and give
him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, son, you're all right." Hossein was nearly crying in relief.

The other men in the room watched the touching reunion quietly, until
finally the boy had settled down onto his dad's lap.

The detective approached him and placed a finger on the boy's cheek.

"Hey little guy," he said. "Remember before your nap what I said we were
gonna do? Well it's time."

"It... it is?" the boy said, suddenly perking up. "Now?"

"Yep! Right now. Well, almost. First, do you want to tell your daddy what
we said we'd do when you woke up from your nap!"

The boy turned in his dad's lap and looked at his helpless father right in
the eye. "I get cum, daddy," the boy said. "From him." And then his little
boy nodded at Officer Farooq, whose smirk had turned into a wide,
shit-eating grin.

"What?" Doming cried out. "What?? No! That's child abuse!"

"Hush now," the Detective commanded. "You'll see, Mr. Domingo, that you
have a lot to learn. And this is lesson one. Are we all ready? Farooq, you
can get started."

Hossein could feel his son wiggling in excitement as the officer strode
across the room. He was so tall, he towered over them. Of course, his
crotch was perfectly level with Hossein's face and his son's face.

The boy was still seated in his lap, pressed up against his father's chest,
so that just the top of his head was resting in the crook of dear old dad's
neck. Father and son's faces were side by side, and there was nothing
Hossein could do to get out of position.

So he could only watch, right next to his son, as the officer reached
forward with those beefy, slightly hairy Lebanese hands and undid his belt,
setting it on the ground with a clank. Then they were back, undoing the
button, pulling down the fly, and letting out the man's bulge in a pair of
black briefs.

"Go on, go get it," the man said, his accent seeming thicker as he got
hornier.

"Son," Hossein wailed. "You don't have to do this.."

But it was no use. His son didn't even hear him. The boy didn't seem
intimidated in the least as he reached forward with both hands to grab the
officer's visibly throbbing bulge.

He watched his little son's hands reach up, passing through the thick black
pubes that were already appearing over the low waistband of the officer's
underwear. The boy wasn't slow about it--with a quick yank, he freed the
officer's thick erection.

You could her a pin drop as the man's large adult penis bobbed there in
full sight of everyone in the room.  Officer Farooq's fat, brown cock was
just as impressive and intimidating as the man himself. In its semi-hard
state, it hung forward, reaching out toward the boy in his lap. The fat,
reddish brown head was already smooth and glistening, and as they watched,
a single drop of prefuck slime dribbled down from the cock head.

Hossein let out a voluntary yelp when he saw his little son lean forward to
catch that shiny drop of precum as it fell. He gathered it in his tiny
hands and then shoved nearly his whole fist in his mouth, grunting.

Farooq raised his eyebrows. "Damn, doc, you were right," he said to the
detective. "The kid likes precum, too. Here ya go, kid, don't be shy." The
man thrust his penis forward. "You know how to get it out by now, I'm
sure."

"Uh huh," the boy said in a quiet, zombie-like voice. He began to reach
forward again.

"No, please, don't... Just let us go..." Hossein said quietly. But again,
it was no use. "Oh god..." he moaned.

The little boy grabbed the man's thick, throbbing, Arab cock by both hands
and leaned forward. He unhinged his jaw like an anaconda to take on the
Arabic serpent in front of him. Then, with no hesitation, the boy wrapped
his tiny lips around Officer Farooq's Muslim cock and began to suck.

"Damn, he's like a fucking vacuum!" Farooq said, stumbling a bit as the boy
began to suck him in earnest. "He's still so hungry..." he muttered more to
himself.

Hossein could no longer protest. He had a new problem. As he was watching
his son suck, he began to feel something growing in his own prison-issued
pants. No... god... not now, He said trying to command his cock down.

The Detective meanwhile had pulled over a chair, so he too could get a good
look at what the little boy was doing to the officer's cock. As he watched,
he'd occasionally stop to jot down notes.

The only one who didn't seem to be totally analysing the boy's every move
in the room was Piglet himself. The child seemed to be in the throes of
passion as he snorted and grunted while sucking the newest cock in his
life. The boy was already choking himself on the cock, trying to get more
than the few inches he could handle into his face.

"Now, Piglet, can you hear me?" the doctor said right into the boy's ear.

"That's not his name!" Hossein cried out, but no one seemed to care.

"Listen to me, Piglet. Now, as you suck, you need to think." The Detective
spoke in a soft voice, one clearly reserved for his work with
children. "Think about what else you can do to help get the load
out. Remember what Farooq told you before your nap?"

The boy stopped, his lips still stretching obscenely. Hossein could see the
look in the boy's eyes, he'd seen it before when the boy was presented with
a particularly difficult word during story time before bed.

Then, the light seemed to dawn on the boy, and he reached up to cup the
furry, low-hanging balls of his assailant.

Farooq moaned, "Yeah, that's right, baby," he said, thrusting his hips
forward to introduce more dick into the kid. "Tickle my hairy
balls. That'll get the cum out."

The boy didn't have to be asked twice. Hossein could see his little fingers
twirling through the wiry, black pubic hairs covering the man's ball
sack. He had to admit, it looked like it felt damn good. Fuck. There goes
his cock again.

Hossein watched the man's balls shift as the boy tickled them, and
suddenly, he became hyper aware of the smell of them. Almost like his son's
light touch was releasing the man's pheromones. Hossein's nostrils were
filled with the rank scent of a sweaty Arab ballsack churning up a load.

If it smelled that strong to him, he could only imagine what his son must
be smelling. Hossein let out a pathetic, involuntary yelp as he looked
down. His baby boy had the head and most of the shaft in his little
suckhole. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his impossibly small
throat was in overtime trying to suck down more of the veiny Muslim cop
cock.

"Please, son... stop," Hossein said. But even to his own ears, his plea
sounded worthless.

For the next few minutes or so, the Detective gave orders to everyone in
the room. For Hossein, it was mostly various commands telling him to shut
up. And for the boy and man who were locked in this sexual embrace, the
directions were more explicit.

"A bit deeper, please, Piglet," he'd say, then sit back to watch the boy
struggle to get another inch or two of cock into his mouth hole.

"Let's get a bit of rhythmic gagging going, can we please, Officer?" he'd
ask politely, and the officer would smile and thrust his hip to get the
desired gagging out of the boy.

But finally, Farooq stopped bucking his hips. "I need to nut," he
said. This was met from some fervent snorting from Piglet.

"Very well," the detective said. "Let's see here. How shall we do this."

"You better hurry," Farooq said. "He's going crazy!"

"All right, all right. Let's see. Open-mouth facial, please. Whenever
you're ready."

"No... please, no!" Hossein cried for the umpteenth time. Once again, none
of the other three people in the room responded.

The detective was too busy orchestrating the orgasm, the cop was lost in
the approach to his impending nut, and Piglet was in a snort-frenzy,
sensing that yet another load of cum was almost ready for his thoroughly
slimy stomach.

 With a wet sound, Farooq ripped his erection from the boy's face and
reached forward to use his thick thumb to keep the boy's mouth open.

"OH ALLAH FUCK!" he cried, and then exploded.

Amazingly, the first thick rope of cum from the Arab cock's balls landed
exactly where it was intended--right in the little boy's open mouth.

But the rest of the load wasn't quite so neat. Officer Farooq turned out to
be a rather virile shooter, and his thick ropes--12 of them in all--landed
everywhere. Both father and child were coated with it. Hossein could feel
the hot ropes of it in his own beard and on his neck, but his poor little
boy got the brunt of the assault. By the time the officer had finished
grunting and spurting, the boy looked like a glazed donut.

Hossein sat still, his eyes shut tightly. He desperately wanted this to be
a horrible nightmare, but he knew it wasn't.

The sound of sucking brought him back to reality. Opening his eyes, he saw
the man was now standing back a bit, panting, his hands on his hips.

His cock, now softening but still thick and pulsating, was once again in
Hossein's young son's mouth. He was nursing on the purple cock head
hungrily, still sucking like there was no tomorrow.

"Come on, son," Detective Longley spoke up from behind them. "Like we
talked about. You gotta use the shaft to get the last bit out."

Without taking his lips off the cock head, the child moved his small hands
up to grip the throbbing shaft extending from his mouth. He then began to
squeeze it, milking upward, pushing whatever globs of semen were still down
in the shaft straight into his own hungry mouth.

"Daaaamn," Farooq moaned. "He's good. Real good."

"A natural, indeed," the detective said.

"Oh god... please... why did you teach him this?" Hossein moaned. "Please,
just let us go!"

"We didn't teach him," Detective Longley said, stepping forward. "We're
just helping him hone his natural skill. Your son is a piglet. He needs
cock and cum. And if you aren't willing to help him, I know plenty of men
who will."

"No! No you can't! I'll help him, I will, please!"

"Well, we'll see about that." The professor turned to the cop, who was
staring down with a grin on his face as the little boy sucked his now
mostly soft cock.

"Farooq, I think that's enough. You can put that away now," he said.

Farooq sighed, then pulled his hips back to pop the cock out of the
sucker's little black hole with a loud POP. The child followed it for a
moment, then looked sad slightly as the cock was zipped away. But only for
a moment, before Piglet's little upturned nose began to sniff the air.

"Would you look at that..." the detective said in a voice of awe. "He's
still going. Sniffing it out."

He crossed his arms, and all the men in the room watched the little boy
turn, slowly, in his dad's lap.

"Son?" was all Hossein was able to say before the boy leaped at him. The
cum that was splattered on his dear old dad's face didn't stand a chance,
as the kid began grunting, snorting, and licking at his own father's neck
and beard.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" Hossein cried, but still handcuffed, he could do
nothing but squirm, as if trying to get away from an over-eager puppy's
kisses.

Finally, when the cum was all well and truly inside the boy, Detective
Longley came forward and lifted the boy off his father's lap, then set him
on the table.

They all once again stared at Piglet, who seemed to have calmed down some
now that there really was no more cum in the open air.

The boy was now looking around, quietly, finally satisfied. And when his
eyes landed on his own father, they seemed to spark up.

"Oh, hey daddy," the boy said, then began sucking his thumb.

"Oh, hey daddy??" Hossein cried. "I've been here the whole time! You were
on my lap while you--you--" Hossein felt his face grow hot. Suddenly he
felt infuriated--how could his son do something so degrading and
disgusting, then act as if it had never happened? If he wasn't handcuffed
to this chair...

Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and the investigator's older,
handsome face moved in close to his. He could smell the man's cologne,
mixing with the musky scent of cum still hanging in the air.

"You musn't get upset with him, Hossein," the man said. "Really, that's why
I am not sure I can let you go home with him today. If you're going to get
this angry at your son's condition, then how can I trust you to keep him
safe and guide him?"

"What condition? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Hossein shouted.

"See, I have a theory here," the investigator said, now pacing around the
room once again. "I haven't seen a case like your son in a long, detective
said. There have been a few, but if my theory is correct, your son's
addiction is at a level that most little cum pigs his age never achieve,
even after they've been trained and educated."

The man turned on his heels to face Hossein.

"And I figured, it has to be because of... well... you..." He strode across
the room and came to stand in between Hossein's spread legs. Then, without
warning, Detective Longley reached forward and grabbed Hossein's bulge
through his jeans. He squeezed enough to cause discomfort, and Hossein went
rigid in his chair.

"These things, here. We know what you're capable of. I figure it must be
genetic. A father who produces an absurd amount of sperm, and son who just
so happens to have an extreme addiction to cum. A genetic match made in
heaven, really."

He let go of Hossein's crotch.

"So I figure, maybe the only way to really manage this little guy's cum
hunger is to have YOU feed him regularly. But... you don't seem
willing. Which means I'll have to resort to... alternative measures."

"What... what alternative measures?" Hossein said in a trembling voice.

"Well, there are... specialists. I'm one myself, I suppose. But other men
who know how to manage addictions like your son's. And we could help
him. Train him. Teach him that though he'll likely be addicted for life,
that with some work and training, he can still live a happy life. Things
you'd never teach him, if you refused to feed him."

The room went quiet, and Hossein hung his head.

"What... what are you saying?"

Detective Longley sighed. "Jeeze. They told me you were dumb. I guess they
weren't kidding."

This caused both Farooq and Piglet to let out a little giggle.

"Put two and two together. You feed your son, right now. Prove to me that
you have enough in those balls of yours to actually satisfy his hunger. If
he's happy with that, and you promise to keep it up, I'll let you take him
home. Got a deal?"

Again Hossein said nothing.  His mind was racing. How could he could out of
this situation? His brain hurt. They were right--he wasn't known for his
brains. And he just couldn't see a way out of it. So finally he said...

"All right. I'll do it."

The detective clapped. "Excellent! Farooq, unhandcuff him. And if he makes
any sudden movement that doesn't involve him pulling out his cock, slug him
and put him back in the chair."

Farooq nodded.

As the cop unhandcuffed Hossein, the investigator turned to the little boy,
who was sitting dumbly on the table sucking his thumb. Clearly, after four
loads in such a short amount of time, the little guy was in a world of his
own. But when he felt the detective's hand on his head, and he looked up
dumbly.

"Hey piggy," he said in a warm voice that didn't match his words. "Are you
still hungry? Or all done?"

The boy perked right up, and his eyes focused in on the detective's crotch
right in front of him. "Still hungry!" he squeaked.

"Course you are," the detective mumbled. "But not me." He used his hand to
turn the boy's head, until he was staring over at his father.

"Daddy?" the boy said, shifting on the table. "You're gonna feed me?"

Hossein saw a nasty little grin form on his son's face. The boy knew what
his father was capable of. He'd seen video evidence. He should have been
terrified, but instead, the child looked hungrier than ever.

"Ahem," the Detective spoke up. "Your son asked you a question."

"Son... I---" Hossein started, but then he stopped, defeated. "Yes,
son. I'm going to. Oh god, I'm going to feed you."

The investigator gave Hossein a nudge forward, until finally the man was
standing right in front of his son.

"It will be easier if you let him do it," the investigator whispered in
Hossein's ear, now standing right behind him. "Then you won't blame
yourself."

Not knowing what else to do, Hossein stood back and put his hands on his
head.

"Go... go ahead son. If you...  you really want to?"

The boy didn't answer. He was already fiddling with his father's
waistband. In no time, he was pulling it down, and out flopped his father's
semi-hard cock.

"Oh shit!" Hossein exclaimed. He barely even saw it happen. There was no
slow teasing, a curious investigation of his father's appendage. There was
no little kiss or lick.

This was Piglet, and he didn't have time for that. With a vacuum-like
suction, the boy took his father's famous cock into his mouth and was
sucking like his life depended on it.

"Woah, oh Jesus FUCK!" Hossein cried out. He couldn't speak. The suction on
his sensitive cock head was too much, and before he could stop himself, he
had the hardest erection he'd had in years. (And that was saying something,
since he experienced rock hardness several times a day most days.)

The size and girth of the cock obviously surprised the little boy, who
deftly managed to rearrange himself on the table to get a better angle on
the cock that made him. He squatted slightly in his cheap police-issued
pajamas, bobbing his head up and down as he grunted.

"Hmmm," the investigator said. Hossein could barely hear him, his head was
swimming with such intense pleasure and humiliation. How was the kid so
good at sucking??

Still, he managed to watch as the Detective came around behind the
table. "I was beginning to wonder about this. If this would be a problem
too." And then, with no warning, he gave the squatting little boy's rump a
swift swat.

"Tell me, Mr. Domingo," the investigator said, now slowly peeling down the
squatting boy's PJs. "Do you know if the boy's addiction extends to
his...well... other end?"

"What the fuck are you talking about," Hossein growled, trying not to moan
at the feeling of yet another inch of his cock disappearing into his son's
face.

He had to fight every urge to reach forward and punch the detective as he
watched the man begin to slowly caress his son's small, smooth, and pale
ass.

"Well, this may shock you, but, often, when we have a case like your son
here, well... we find the boys may not just need cum in their mouths and
throats. The might need it up their sweet little cunts, too." He gave the
boy's ass another slap, but the child was so preoccupied with the cock in
his mouth that he barely winced.

"You're not gonna fuck my son," Hossein said through clenched teeth,
panting.

"No... I'm not," the detective said. "But you are."

Again the room fell silent--save for Piglet, who was off in his own world
of incestuous cock sucking even as the men in the room were discussing the
fate of his virginity.

"What did you say?" Hossein's voice was trembling. He was staring daggers
at the detective, who continued to slowly rub his little boy's pert little
cheeks.

The detective gave the boy another slap on the ass, then moved up so he was
standing next to Hossein. Without warning, and with surprising force, he
grabbed the back of the prisoner's head and forced him to look down.

"I said, you're gonna fuck your son. Look. LOOK. Watch your cock disappear
into his hungry little face hole. Damn. Look how fucking hungry he is,
slobbering on your big meat. Come on, give it a little push. He can handle
it."

"No... fucking... ugh.. way..." Hossein protested, not moving his hips an
inch.

"Need I remind you, you don't have a choice when I give you an order. If
you don't do what I say, you can kiss him goodbye instead and we'll send
you packing while we take him on. There are literally hundreds of men who
would pay to pop his cherry, you know."

Hossein had no answer for this. He just signed heavily and slumped his
shoulders.

"Farooq, would you please..." the detective started.

But Farooq didn't need to be told what to do. He lumbered over to stand
with the men at the head of the table, and soon his meaty hands were on
Hossein's hips.

"Keep watching," the detective growled as Hossein's hips were forced
forward.

"Oh god," Hossein moaned, as he watched more than half of his cock now
disappear between his son's lips. "Please, stop..."

"No," the detective said sharply. "We aren't going to stop. THIS isn't
going to stop. You can't stop this, Hossein."

Another thrust from the beefy Arab cop behind him, and the poor, whimpering
dad saw even more of his cock disappear, until the tip of the boy's nose
was just touching his pubic bush. Piglet, to his credit, managed to handle
this assault well, and was still sucking--though his airways were too
cock-clogged for his more audible grunts. Hossein was thankful for that.

"In just a few minutes," the detective said, still forcing Hossein to watch
his son force suck his cock, "you'll be watching the same thing. But
instead of your son's mouth, it will be his little cunt swallowing up that
famous cock of yours. Fuuuuck, the boy doesn't even know what a cunt
is.... Unless you showed him a video of that, too?" the Detective says with
a slimy smile.

"Of course.... Oh god... suck me... Ugh---I mean, of course I didn't."

"Well, then I guess we'll have to teach him the hard way." Without warning,
the detective let go of Hossein's neck and reached down to grab the little
boy. With a forceful yank, like pulling off a Band Aid. There's a loud
slurp, then a pop, and then a wail from the child as he's removed from the
adult penis he was so dedicated to.

The detective ignores the boy's protests and sits the boy down on the
table. He lets the boy whine for a bit, then roughly grabs his mouth and
squeezes, making the boy make a funny kissy face with his puffy, abused
lips. Bending slightly, he looks the boy right in the eyes, and the boy's
whining stops altogether.

Hossein is almost as shocked by this as he was by watching his son swallow
nearly ten inches of cock. He recognized the whine his had been giving
out. Having spent so long raising the boy, he could identify his son's
different complain-based tones with ease. The annoying whine the boy had
just made meant two things.

First, the kid was tired. No surprise there. He'd been up all
night--something he'd never, ever done before. In fact, he'd never really
stayed up past his bed time, save for a few nights when Hossein was feeling
generous. And not only had he been up all night, but he'd been a busy
little boy.

But the whine was more than just an "I'm tired" complaint. It was also a
"GIVE IT BACK!" Usually it was the sound he made when Hossein took a
favorite toy away, or shut off the TV when he felt the kid had watched
enough. This time, there was no doubt what the boy was upset about. He'd
been so hungry on that cock, only to have it ripped from him.

But somehow, the Detective got his boy to shut up so quickly. Hossein
couldn't help but feel jealous. Usually he had to argue with the kid for
hours before he got him to get over his sour mood. But all the detective
had to do was grab his cheeks, look the kid in the eye, and speak in a
stern voice.

"Now, listen here, boy," the detective said. "Don't you worry. You're still
gonna get your daddy's nut. We're just gonna explore a new way for you to
take cum. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

He relaxed his grip on the boy's face slightly, and the boy was looking at
him intently, now focused on this new offer. He nodded his head slightly.

"H-how?" the boy asked. "I like drinking it..."

"I know," the detective said.

"We all know," grunted Farooq, laughing to himself.

"But wouldn't it be neat if there was another way to get cum inside you?
Some way that would get it in really, really deep."

"Even... even deeper than..." the boy opened his mouth and pointed down to
where he knew cum usually went.

"Even deeper than that."

"Woooooow...." The boy said, his eyes wide. "How! How?? You have to tell me
how! NOW!"

His bratty side was coming back, but this time the detective didn't seem to
mind. He let the boy rudely demand to learn about the wonders of butt
fucking.

He turned to make eye contact with Hossein, who was trembling with both
rage and fear.

"See," the detective said, smiling. "Told you he'd be curious. More than
curious. Your son is a piglet. That means he wants to be fucked. And you're
just the guy to do it. Now, let's get started."

"NO!" Hossein shouted, drowning out even his own son's demands. "We will
NOT be doing that! Just arrest me! I'll go to jail, and you can... you can
house him somewhere else...." Hossein's voice broke as tears welled up in
his eyes.

"Oh, if you like, we can jail you and house him somewhere else..." the
detective said, pulling the chairs out from the table. "Somewhere where
other men will be happy to do what you can't do. Happy to give him what his
father couldn't give him..."

This shut Hossein up. His knees felt weak, and he was certain he would have
fallen to the floor if not for the cop holding him up.

"Thought so," the detective said smugly. "Now... how shall we do this?
Let's see... I'm thinking on the table. Here we go, boy."

The detective once again grabbed the small boy by his shoulders and turned
him, then laid him down so the boy was laying on the cold metal table on
his back. He pulled the boy's pajama bottoms off all the way with one pull,
then, standing behind the kid, reached forward and pulled his ankles up and
back.

Without thinking, Hossein looked down, and there it was. Spread before him,
so pale and small. He'd recognize that ass anywhere. He'd swatted it gently
a few times himself, when the boy had been particularly bad. He'd changed
diapers over that ass. But even though the kid was in almost the same
position, his ass had taken on such a lewd persona.

Because now, that wasn't an ass that needed to be patted or pampered. It
was a hole that needed to be fucked. Despite the rage and humiliation and
disgust coursing through him, even Hossein couldn't deny that. He'd seen
enough hungry pussy in his life to know it when he saw it. Even though it
was impossibly small, so smooth and innocent looking, there was something
about it that also just yelled out, "FILL ME WITH CUM!"

"Pretty amazing, isn't it," the Detective says. He's still holding the
boy's ankles up near the kid's head, staring intently at the father in the
room. "I can tell you see it. I see it in your eyes. Go on... you know you
wanna touch it."

"No... no I don't..." Hossein says, but then he feels a firm grip around
his wrist. Farooq, the police officer, has grabbed his hand and forced it
up to the little boy's quivering hole.

"Holy fuck," he whispers. His hand is just an inch or two away from his
son's sphincter, and already he can feel the heat emanating off the little
boy. When Farooq made him touch his thumb to the boy's sphincter, he almost
wanted to pull away because it was so hot.

The boy was truly in heat. This was clear not only from the fact that his
pussy was warming up like an oven, but also in the little whimper he gave
out as he felt a man's thumb on his butt hole for the first time.

"D-daddy?" the boy stammered, his eyes wide. "What are you doing, Daddy?"

"I'm... I'm sorry, son."

There was a moment of pause, and then the boy said, "You don't have to
apologize, Daddy. That feels good."

Hossein was so shocked by these words that he didn't even move his hand
away when Farooq let go. He just kept his thumb gently resting on his son's
little button. Then, slowly he began to rub it, almost as an
experiment. Unfortunately, he got the results he least wanted--the little
child began to whimper and quiver. His untouched hole was practically
vibrating.

"Stick a finger in," the detective said. "See how it feels."

Hossein paused for a moment to stare down at his boy. Then he said,
"He's... he's too tight. I don't want to hurt him."

The detective and Farooq both laughed at this. "Oh, I don't think you're
gonna be able to help that. A fat cock like yours can't get into a little
virgin cunt like without some pain. But we can loosen him up a bit. Let's
get him wet, shall we?"

"W-wet?" the father asked.

"Yes. Let's find out if your little boy likes having his little butt eaten
out. I bet he does."



"No!" Hossein protested. But the detective ignored him, moving around the
table to switch places with Farooq, who took up the position keeping the
boy's ass exposed on the table.

"Now, come with me" the detective said as he got close to Hossein. Then he
put a hand on the man's shoulder and forcefully pulled him down, till they
were both kneeling, face to face with the little butt on display.

"Now, I know you know how to eat pussy," the detective said. "I've seen you
do it. So... same thing applies here with your boy."



"No!" Hossein said again. "I'm not doing this."

"Well," the detective answered, "I guess we can fuck him dry then..."

"No... oh god... oh god.. All right. I'll do it."

Hossein's mouth was dry, but he swallowed hard, knowing he'd have to make
this work. He couldn't believe he was actually going to lick his boy's
ass. He was used to having to perform with a camera in his face, but it was
a lot harder with a grown man staring at him, just inches away.

Slowly he leaned forward, put out his adult tongue, and gave one swipe
across his kid's hole.

Piglet was in ecstasy. "Oh Daddy!" He said. "Was that your tongue? Do it
again! Please!!"

"Jesus Christ," Hossein said, but he didn't have to be asked twice. He
couldn't deny the ass tasted good. He hated that it did, but there was no
denying it.

He licked again, a longer swipe this time. Then again, and again. Then
gently kissed the hole. Piglet was sighing, whimpering, and shaking the
more it went on. But eventually, Hossein felt a hand on the back of his
neck, puling him back. He looked at the detective.

"Very cute, but that's not how you eat out a piglet. Piglets need sloppy
eating, not sweet. Let me show you."

Before Hossein could stop him, the man dove into the boy's ass. Now he had
a front row seat to a man he barely knew sucking on his boy's ass. The
detective knew what he was doing, and Hossein realized that this sick man
probably had plenty of experience doing just what he was doing.

The older man was slobbering and grunting as he ate, and piggy little
Piglet was responding in kind. The room was filled with the sound of an
adult man grunting and slobbering on pussy, mixed with the sweet,
high-pitched tones of a future Cunt Boy in the throws of his first ever
proper ass suck.

"Now.... Your turn. I wanna see you tongue fuck your son. Go on. He loves
it."

Hossein wanted to shout out, and cry, but his desire to try out this
sloppier form of ass eating on his son was irresistible. He mimicked the
detective's moves, and found himself grunting and snorting just as much,
despite himself. He looked up between his son's legs to see the boy's head
thrown back, banging against the metal in ecstasy.

By the time Hossein was tongue fucking his boy's virgin pussy, the kid was
crying out, "Please... I need... I need!"

At these words, the detective pulled Hossein back to his feet. All three
men turned to look at the panting boy.

"Yes?" the detective said gleefully.

"I need.... I need something! I don't know what but something... else?" the
boy had confusion written all over his face.

"Look at him," the detective said. "The poor thing just doesn't have the
vocabulary for it. Or the knowledge. It's a tragedy, really, with boys like
him. Being so piggy, their bodies outpace the sex education they'll get in
a normal school. What he learns in school isn't nearly as important as what
he's going to learn, right here, right now."

Now the detective was standing behind him, and he felt the man reach around
and grab his heavy cock, which was now leaking precum.

"Teach him" the detective said, beginning to stroke the father's enormous
cock as he tugged it toward the inviting hole. "Tell him what he needs. I
want to hear you say it."

"Please... daddy?" the boy begged, gasping as he felt a cock line up to his
hungry little virgin hole. "What do I need?"

"You need..." Hossein's voice caught. He swallowed and tried
again. "You... you need to get fucked, son." There, he said it. And now
that he'd put words to it, it was so clearly true. The boy needed
cock. Now.

"What's... what's fucked mean?" the boys said, giggling at the naughty
word.

"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna show ya," the detective cooed, then he began to
press in earnest, pushing the fat, wet cockhead of Hossein into the
quivering little hole.

Of course, even a piggy hole will put up resistance if it's never had cock
before. And this was no different. Fortunately, Hossein's fat, uncut daddy
cock was leaking precum like a hose, or else the boy would have definitely
screamed louder as the head of the cock that made him popped into the first
ring of his sphincter.

He did scream, oh yes. Thank goodness the room was soundproof. But it
wasn't exactly screams of pure pain. Sure, it must have hurt like hell, and
he had no idea it was coming. The boy's face was red and strained, but he
was holding his head up, staring intently at his dad.

"What.... WHAT'S HAPPENING?" the boy cried out.

"Shhhh..." the detective said soothingly. "Just let us do this."

Then he thrust his own hips forward, bumping Hossein's hips and thrusting
another few inches into he boy, until Hossein's fat, slimy cock head was
buried inside.

The boy's scream intensified, but there was no doubting the look in his
eyes still held some curiosity, and there was no whining about "taking it
out."

Hossein was struggling to stand. The hole was so warm, so tight, so
inviting--he'd never felt anything like it, despite having fucked literally
hundreds of women over the years. Feeling it wrapped around him, almost
pulling him in, the father had to fight to remember who this was he was
fucking. Even the kid's screams were barely a distraction to the wonderful
feelings going on his cock head.

Still, the detective let him hold there, until the boy's screams died down
into desperate pants and gasps.



"See?" the detective said. "He's already starting to calm down. Are you
with us, again, Piglet?" the man asked cheerfully.

The boy was still too distressed to speak, but he did manage to make eye
contact with the detective to show he was listening.

"Good. Now listen here, Piglet. This is getting fucked. You have a cock up
your ass. Bet you didn't know men could do that, did ya?" he chuckled at
this, though Piglet didn't seem to see the humor. "Listen, Piglet. Think. I
know you're not the brightest, but try to think about what this means."

The boy still looked confused. Perhaps it was hard concentrating with your
father's throbbing cock in your broken little cunt.

"Think about it. Think about what will happen when your dad moves around
inside you. Just like what happens when a man moves around inside that cute
little mouth of yours..."

The boy still wore his pained, confused expression... until it dawned on
him. Suddenly he seemed to relax slightly. (Hossein can feel it around his
cock.)

"There ya go..." the detective said. "That's right. If you let your daddy
move around in your little cunt here--that's what we call your butt hole
when we're using it like this, ok? It's really good to get cum up your
cunt."

"It... it is?" the boy stammered.

"Yes, it is. Just as good as drinking it. Maybe even a little better, if a
man can get it in you deep enough..."

"D--deep enough?" the boy said. Hossein felt the hole loosen another iota.

"Oh yes. See, when a man cums down your throat, it's real easy to swallow
it, right? But your butt can't swallow, can it?" Farooq laughs at this, but
again the humor is lost on the little butt boy.

"So to get it deep enough, men like your dear old dad here need to go real
deep. Balls deep, as we call it."

"Balls deep?" the boy whimpers.

"Yep. All of his cock needs to go in you for it to work. Otherwise the cum
will just fall out, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No... no..." the boy said.

"So what do you say, kiddo?" the detective asked. "Do you need to be
fucked? Is that what it is..."

The boy doesn't say anything for a few seconds, clearly thinking this
over. Hossein can almost see the kid's brain working at a high speed,
trying to calculate the pain with the need for cum.



"I... yes." The boy puts on a serious face. "I... I need to get
fucked. Please, daddy?"

"Oh fuck..." Hossein moans. Everyone stops. "Oh fuck... I need to... I need
to..."

"You need to what?" the detective asks. "Come on. You're a grown man. You
have the vocabulary."

"I... oh god. Oh god son, I'm so sorry, but I have to... I can't stop... I
HAVE TO FUCK!"

The room was once again filled with ear-splitting noises as Hossein lost
control. The power of a piglet's warm hole, plus the boy's encouraging
words, pushed him over the edge. With the skill and grace that only a porn
star would have, Hossein hopped up onto the table without taking his cock
out of the boy. The man crouched in a semi-squat over the kid, so he could
dip his dick down into the cunt.

Unfortunately for Piglet, there was no way to stop or slow the man. This
was a good lesson for Piglet to learn, though. If he wants to be getting
regular loads up his little ass, then he needs to be ready for the fact
that his ass invites this kind of treatment.

Hossein builds up a steady rhythm of long-dicking his kid. Each time he
thrusts down, he puts more of himself into the boy, invading the little
kid's lower intestines at an alarming rate. He may be fucking like an
animal, but some part of his brain remained, because as he fucks, he moans
out...

"Oh fuck baby, oh god... I'm so sorry. I'm the worst father."

Which sounds sad, except these kinds of phrases are also interrupted by
some seriously filthy shit.

"Take that cock you fucking pig!"

"This is what you get for being a cum whore!"

"THIS is what it means to get fucked. FUCK YEAH! BALLS DEEP BABY!"

And he was. Balls deep. Much to everyone's surprise. But there was no
denying it as Hossein's heavy balls, the balls that made him famous, began
slapping wetly against the little boy's ass. He was grunting deeply with
each thrust.

Piglet on the other hand had surrendered the normal snorting and grunting
he normally put on while trying to suck a dick dry, and instead replaced it
with that other signature noise that pigs make: high-pitched squealing.

"Weeee! Weee!" he cried out each time his father thrust forward and crammed
his guts full of enormous retired-porn-star cock.

The boy's whimpering and whining slowed down, though, when the detective
squatted down and started whispering to Piglet. His mouth was so close to
the fucked little boy's head, he was almost swallowing the boy's ear.

Hossein was too deep in the throes of his own lust to make out what the man
was saying. He could catch snippets of words and phrases.

"...get totally cunted...

"...knock you up...

"...so deep it will never come out..."

"...carry the cum with you..."

As he whispered, Hossein found his eyes locked with the boy's, and
something miraculous happened--there was a shift in the boy. He could see
it in his eyes and feel it in his hole. The boy loosened in more ways than
one. Yes, his twitching, clutching, assaulted little hole stopped seizing
up so hard on the cock, but more than that--the boy's body became so
fucking welcoming.

That was the only way he could describe it. Instead of thrusting himself
in, forcing his way deeper into his son, he felt almost pulled in, as
though the boy's body was trying to get him to go deeper and deeper. His
son's eyes deepened, and though there was still pain written across his
face, the intensity of his stare showed pure desperation.

And Hossein knew what he was desperate for.

"I can't... I can't hold back," Hossein said. "Can I cum?" he asked the
detective.

"I see you're still trained from your years in porn," the detective
chuckled. "Why are you asking me? He's your son!"

"Please... daddy..." the boy moaned, and that did it.

"Oh fuck," Hossein said quietly. Then, louder, "OH FUCK! UNGH!"

"HERE YA FUCKING GO, YA FILTHY CUM PIG!"

Hossein threw his head back to the heavens and thrust his cock so quickly
and deeply into the kid that it looked like he was trying to kill him. But
of course, Piglet's body was able to handle it. He just squealed and
moaned, his little legs know wrapped around his dad's ass, holding the man
inside him like a clamp.

Hossein lost count of the number of shots he put up his son's butt. It was
more than he'd done in a long time, since he was much younger... and that
was saying something, given his history. This orgasm had to have lasted for
nearly two minutes, coursing through his body in waves of heat that
radiated down his cock as he squirted.

He looked down when he began to feel his ejaculate rush out around the
sides of his cock. Despite the tiny hole's vice-like grip, it was just no
match for the amount of dick snot Hossein was able to vomit up. It seeped
around the throbbing area where his cock and the boy's ring connected,
pooling in stringy drops on the concrete floor below.

Finally, the orgasm subsided. Hossein was panting, still buried balls deep
in the boy as he let his mind settle. He came back to life a bit when he
felt a slap on his ass.

"That was impressive," the detective said, an enormous smile on his
face. "I've seen a lot of your work, but nothing compares to seeing it in
the flesh."

"Shut the fuck up," Hossein said between breaths. His eyes were closed, but
he knew he'd have to open them and look down.

So after a few moments, he did. And though he saw exactly what expected to
see, it still came as a shock. His tiny little son, leg's still spread,
face red and hair matted with sweat. His eyes were welling with tears, but
there was no doubt a mischievous little smile on his face. The boy had no
shame.

There was nothing left to do but extract his cock from the boy. It felt
like it took forever, because Piglet's ass was still gripping tightly to
the softening shaft. Piglet let out a sigh as he felt himself emptying
out. Just as Hossein was about to pop his head out, finally, he felt the
detective step forward and suddenly grab his wrist.

"Not so fast there," he said gently. "You pull out too quickly and he'll
lose it all. He's got enough of a mess to clean up as it is."

"You're not..." but Hossein knew it was pointless. There was cum
everywhere, and he knew enough now that he wouldn't be able to stop the kid
from lapping it all up. Not with the two cops there, anyway.

"Oh!" Hossein cried out as the detective reached forward and grab his
shaft. But he didn't stop the man--he was too mesmerized watching the
hungry little hole still wrapped around his cock stretch and
protest. Despite its puffy, slimy state, there was no denying that the
little hole was working overtime to strip every ounce of cum from the cock
inside him.

All of the men in the room gasped when he finally popped out. Piglet let
out a whimper and a squeal, but then the panic set in. Because now that his
father's cock was out of him, the beat up little sphincter had lost all
control. His cunt was hanging open, as useless as the levees in Louisiana.

The cum wasn't just oozing out. His butt was gushing the thick, gloopy cum
that made his father his fortune. And Piglet could tell. He was reaching
back desperately toward his own ass, and making noises similar to those he
would make if he accidentally knocked over a LEGO tower before he was done
building it.

"Hold on, kiddo, hold on," the detective said, and then, without barely a
hesitation, the man withdrew a small, metal butt plug from his
pocket. "Here, this will help." With no ceremony, he pushed the metal into
the child, who barely grunted after the pounding he'd just taken.

"There ya go. All plugged up." Finally the man let the little boy's legs
down.

As the boy sat up, he looked between his legs and tapped the small metal
knob protruding from him.

"Will it... will it stay?" he said, looking up at the detective.

"Yes, it will," the detective said. "If we leave it for a bit. It might
feel a bit uncomfortable, but--"

The detective was cut short by the little boy leaping forward, falling onto
the table again on all fours.

"Cum! More cum!" he cried, rudely interrupting his elders as he realized
all of the daddy sperm that had leaked out of him was still pooling on the
table and floor beneath him.

Hossein also leaped forward, wanting to stop his son, but he was once again
held back by the two men in the room. Plus, he barely had any energy left
after the orgasm he'd just expended.

So all three men watched for a few minutes as Piglet "did his thing."
Grunting and snorting, the little boy ran his tiny pink tongue across every
last drop of the cum that had only so recently been in his ass.

Finally, he got it all. The detective had to grab the boy from the floor
before he wore his tongue raw on the concrete. But the kid seemed to come
somewhat out of his trance as he sat on the table, his metal butt plug
clicking against its surface.

"All done?" the detective asked the little boy.

The child's only response was to burp once, then sleepily rub his eyes as
he nodded.

"He's exhausted," Hossein said. "Please... I did what you said. Please,
just let us go home."

"All right," the detective said. "Let's get you two dressed and out of
here. You did good, tonight, Hossein."

Farooq left and came back with Hossein's clothing, and they dressed Piglet
in the pajamas they'd given him from the child care unit.

"And this will... this will all be wiped from my record?" Hossein asked as
he scooped his boy into his arms. "You won't come to my house and arrest me
tomorrow?"

"Of course not," the detective said. "You should go. Unless...."

Hossein was facing away from him, nearly out the door. His son was slung
over his shoulder sleepily, looking back. But suddenly he felt his son's
body go stiff and start squeezing into him, so much that it hurt.

"Hey... hey what the..."

Hossein swung around, looking to see what his son had been staring at
behind him.

At first he didn't notice. But then the detective reached forward and
repeated the gesture he'd done toward the sleepy boy first--he grabbed a
very large bulge in his pants running down his right thigh.

"Oh for Christ's sake..." Hossein said, and started to step back into the
doorway. This was crazy--he was leaving, NOW.

But Farooq was behind him, blocking the door. And his heart sank as he
watched Farooq reach out and swing the door closed, sealing all four of
them in the room again.

"Well," the detective said, his evil smile back on his face. "I did say you
could leave, but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't ask the boy, as well."

"What... what are you talking about? You made me...!" Hossein was so angry,
he could barely speak.

"Yes, but really, it's my job to make sure that the boy actually wants to
go with you. So why don't you set him back on the table, and let's ask
him."

"Please..." Hossein said, but he was too weak to even hold back as Farooq
stepped forward and pulled the small boy from his arms.

Once he was sat on the table, the detective took a spot next to Hossein,
standing at the end of the table. The boy, still dazed and confused from
his cummy evening, stared at the two men dumbly.

"Now, boy, listen," the detective said. "You can go home, now, ok? Would
you like to go home and go to sleep with your daddy?"

"Please, son," Hossein added. "Let's go home."

The boy nodded quietly.

"There, see?" Hossein said. "He wants to go home! Please!"

The detective didn't answer. Instead, he just stood up, unzipped his pants,
and pulled out his long, hard cock. All eyes in the room turned to it. It
was a distinguished cock, cut and veiny, at least ten inches long and
rising up in a slight bend. He stroked it lewdly, already working precum
over the head of his pink dick.

"Or, you can come with me," the detective said. "And I can feed you my
load. And when I'm done, I can introduce you to lots of men who would be
happy to share their loads with you. As many men as you like. Hell, with
me, kid, I can show you a world of slimy, slithering cum loads that could
literally drown you."

"Please, son--"

But Hossein couldn't even get out a full sentence before the boy was
latched on. He was laying forward on the table, slurping the new cock head
into his gullet and sucking like his life depended on it. His sleepy
demeanor was completely gone.

"Well, that does it," the detective said, smiling as he finally got his
blow job.

"Farooq, take him away."

"What! No!! Wait!"

But it was too late. The muscled, Arab police office was already dragging
him out of the room.



I hope you guys enjoyed this update. More to cum soon.

For more horny stuff, visit my website: www.taylorfoxxerotica.com

There you'll find links to all my writing, plus blogs and horny updates
from me. You can also join my mailing list to make sure you never miss a
cum-filled update.

You can also find me on Twitter at TaylorFoxxWorld, email me at
Taylor.Foxx.Erotica@gmail.com, or message me on KIK at TaylorFoxxAuthor.

Until next time.

TF