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“Just got a text from the dad. He’ll be here in 10 minutes”.
“That’s fine”, grunted Craig. “As long as he’s got the cash”.
He looked over at his son as he tapped out a response to their tardy client. Craig was struck, as he often was by how similar his boy looked to him when he had been 22. Thick red hair, muscular frame with legs like tree trunks. At 46, Craig was thankful that he still had all of those attributes (mostly) intact. His hair was perhaps slightly thinner and there was now a thin layer of fat over his abs but he knew that he still looked good. And if he hadn’t known it, Rory frequently made an effort to remind him. He didn’t think he would ever get used to hearing his son use words like “sexy” and “stud” to describe him. His boy’s open admiration and casual physical affection never failed to frazzle him. He would never admit it but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy his son’s attention. These just weren’t things that men of Craig’s generation had been raised to show or expect. Certainly not from other men.
Father and son sat on a fence post at the end of a secluded dirt road next to a field. Their van was parked on the grass a few feet away. They were about 10 miles out of town. The area was quiet and unremarkable, there was no real reason for anyone to drive out this way. This made it a perfect location for them to hand-off their goods to the client.
Craig and Rory had recently gone into business together and this transaction would mark the completion of their first job. Rory had, of course been the driving force behind the business proposal. Craig had been sceptical at first but as usual his son’s confidence and enthusiasm had won him over. It helped that the timing was right for both of them. Rory had recently graduated college and Craig had grown tired of his office job. As unsure as he was about his son’s proposed venture, it was still an appealing alternative to 20 more years of managing adults who could barely be trusted to respond to a client’s email on time. And so, their plans became reality and the business was formed.
Craig had fronted the cash to buy the sleek, grey van that they now sat beside. On the surface, their business was a courier company that specialised in medical research supplies and equipment. They had both agreed that this cover was just boring enough to stop friends and family from asking too many questions, plus the time sensitive nature of getting these supplies to hospitals and labs would explain the odd days/hours they worked.
The easiest part of the whole operation so far had been building a client list. In fact, they already had 3 more jobs booked in after this one. This was largely thanks to Craig’s long-time friend, a guy named Lance. A little over a month ago Lance had contacted Craig and asked if he wanted to help him out with a job. He’d been very cagey with the details but insisted it would only take 10 days and the payout would be very lucrative. Craig had agreed and asked if Rory could join in. He’d thought it would be nice for the kid to earn some decent cash right out of college. Little did he know this “job” would completely change the trajectory of his life as well as his relationship with his son.
It turned out that Lance’s job revolved around an 11-year-old boy named Jack. Jack was the son of a man named Brian Stone who was an old friend of both Lance and Craig from their time in the military. Lance had casually explained that Brian had rented out his son so that he could make 10 days’ worth of the most explicit, disguising child porn he could come up with. Craig had been shocked and initially balked at the idea but to his surprise, Rory had immediately been all in. Craig had of course known that his son was a pussy-hound. He took after his dad in that regard too, but little boys? As usual, Rory had won out and they had spent a week and a half putting young Jack through every sexual degradation they could think of.
Lance turned out to be quite the connected pervert. He had an ever-expanding roster of men willing to “play” with Jack. Craig had been shocked at the number of boy-fucking pedos Lance had access to. Normal men with normal jobs. Many of whom had families of their own. All ready to jump at the chance to fuck a little boy on top of a cum stained mattress in a seedy motel. As it turned out, many of these guys would form the basis of Craig and Rory’s client list. They often all shared a drink after a long fuck session. These men were more than willing to talk about the boy’s in their own lives. Son’s, grandsons, nephews, students, neighbours. They would fantasise in explicit detail about how they wanted to fuck these kids, to break them in and dominate them. And so, their business had been born. A client would deliver a boy he wanted broken in to Craig and Rory. They would take the kid for a few days and train them both physically and mentally to be passive little sluts willing to accept cock from any man who wanted them. It was technically an abridged version of what Brian’s son had been put through and as it turns out, people were willing to pay premium prices for this service.
“Here he comes”.
Craig was snapped out of his thoughts by his son’s voice. He looked up to see a car driving up the dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust as it approached.
“About time”, Craig muttered.
The pair stood as the car pulled up next to their van. A man in his late 30’s stepped out of a sleek, silver Lexus that looked completely out of place on a dirt road. Their first ever client’s name was Roman Ivanov. The man was well over 6 feet tall with a solid frame and close-cropped blond hair. He greeted the pair with a firm handshake and Craig took note of the expensive looking Rolex on his wrist. Ivanov was apparently quite the successful businessman although details on his line of work were few and far between. That was fine by Craig. He didn’t need people looking too closely into his own affairs and was happy to give his clients the same courtesy.
“Apologies for the delay gentlemen”, Ivanov smiled.
Lance had put them in touch with Ivanov after the man had seen some of Jack’s videos. All of their communication to this point had been via encrypted messages. Craig noted the man’s slight Russian accent.
“Not a problem my man”, Rory said as he slapped a hand on to Ivanov’s broad shoulder.
“I see that you have the payment”, Rory continued.
He gestured to a large envelope in the Russian’s left hand. Ivanov nodded and handed it over to Rory.
“It’s all there. Why don’t you count it while your father shows me the merchandise”?
Rory nodded to his dad and Craig indicated for their client to follow him. They walked around to the back of the van where he unlocked the back doors and swung them open. The van was a two-seater with a large back compartment. The back section had been furnished with a large mattress that covered the whole area. Laying on top of that mattress was a small child. The boy lay on his back, his wrists were tied to the back of the front seats with rope. He wore a dirty looking, white sleeveless shirt and nothing else. His blond bangs draped down to partially cover his eyes.
Craig watched Ivanov’s eyes follow the smooth, white skin of the child’s legs up to the even paler section around his thighs and crotch. His legs were splayed apart, his little dick and balls hung limply between them and just below that there was a slimy trail of liquid that oozed onto the mattress.
“You didn’t even bother to clean him up?”, Ivanov questioned.
He had clearly noticed the trail of fresh cum leaking from the boy’s ass-crack onto the mattress. At the sound of the man’s voice the boy raised his head.
“Dad?”
The child’s voice sounded weak with exhaustion.
“We did initially but since we got here early, we couldn’t resist going a few more rounds with him”, Craig said sheepishly.
“Your boy is a grade-A fuck but I’m sure you’ll find that out soon enough Mr Ivanov”.
“Daddy?”, the boy said more desperately.
The child laying in the back of their van was indeed the 10-year-old son of Roman Ivanov. The boy’s name was Maxim or “Max” as his family called him. There was no denying that the kid was beautiful. With his blond hair, blue eyes and plump little bubble butt, it was easy to see why his father had decided to turn him into his personal fuck-toy. It was the perfect first job for Craig and Rory and the pair had taken great pleasure in “training” the kid for the past several days.
“So, he can take a cock up his ass but what about his mouth? How are his blowjobs?”.
Ivanov continued the conversation, completely ignoring his son’s cries. It was as if the man were in any other business meeting. Simply discussing sales or merchandise and not standing over his own naked, whimpering child.
“He’s a fast learner, it only took him a day before he could deepthroat both of us. Rory even managed to skull-fuck him before you got here”.
By this point Max was openly weeping. The relief of seeing his father had quickly turned to despair as he listened to their conversation.
“Take me home daddy, please”!
Craig looked down and noticed an obvious bulge in Ivanov’s pants that hadn’t been present moments ago. The boy’s crying and whimpering were clearly having an unintended effect on his father. The sight of the father standing over his 10-year-old, pleading son with a rock-hard erection was also doing something to Craig. He reached down and stroked his own hardening length through his pants. One thing he had learned about himself these past few months was that as much as he enjoyed pedo-rape, nothing compared to the thrill of watching incestuous pedo-rape. He seized his opportunity.
“Say, Mr Ivanov? We’ve chosen ourselves a nice secluded spot here so why don’t you take the kid for a test ride before we go our separate ways? Just to be sure you’re happy with the end product.
“NO, NO, NO”, Max begged.
Ivanov rubbed his hand across his jaw as he pondered the offer. His eyes continued to roam over his son’s cowering form as the boy struggled desperately to free his wrists from their shackles. The smell of cum and sweat wafted from Max’s body. A testament to his earlier activities with Craig and Rory as they waited for his father to arrive.
“No harm in testing the quality of your work I guess”, Ivanov said.
Max whimpered and curled his body into a ball as Craig climbed into the back of the van and began to free his wrists. He couldn’t resist the urge to tease the kid as he dragged him from the van. He leaned in and licked the side of the boy’s face, tasting the salt of his tears. He then leaned in and breathed heavily into his ear:
“Time to show your daddy all the tricks we’ve taught you little buddy”.
Max continued to weep softly as Craig carried him to the side of the van and placed his feet down so that he was standing on the grass. Large hands gripped his narrow shoulders and turned him so that he was facing the vehicle.
“Put both your hands on the side of the van and stand with your feet apart. Let your daddy see what he’s working with”, Craig said gruffly.
Max did as he was told, assuming the position of someone being arrested by the cops for speeding or drink driving. His legs were shaking as he widened his stance and Craig couldn’t help but chuckle as a mixture of his and Rory’s semen trickled down the boy’s inner thigh. Ivanov clearly noticed this too because he stepped forward and gently swiped his index finger between his son’s cum-slick ass cheeks. The boy jolted at his father’s touch.
“Did you like it when these men fucked you Maxim?”
Max began to turn to face his father.
“No dad they made …”
“Did I say to turn around”, Ivanov snarled.
Max quickly turned back to face the van. His whole body now shook, causing more cum to spurt down onto the grass beneath him. Craig groaned at the obscene sight. His own cock now strained against the fabric of his pants as if begging to be buried back inside the tight little asshole that was being presented in front of him.
“Well I hope you enjoyed it”, Ivanov said coldly as he unzipped the fly of his pants.
“Because form now on the only cock you’re allowed to touch is going to be mine”.
Ivanov grunted as he freed his member from his trousers. Craig whistled as 7 inches of thick, uncut Russian sausage bobbled in the air right behind the child’s exposed ass. Ivanov lets his pants fall to his thighs, exposing a smooth, toned ass and well-manicured pubes with low-hanging balls.
“Please dad”, Max said in a defeated whisper. Tears starting to fall onto the now cum-soaked grass around his feet.
Craig stepped forward and placed a hand on his back and pushed him forward so he was bent at the waist. Ivanov groaned as his son’s pink; little hole was revealed. He stepped forward and aimed his cock at his prize that was nestled between two, perky, pale butt cheeks. Craig grinned mischievously as he leaned in whispered into the max’s ear. His words caused the kid to whine and shake his head. He let out a yelp as Craig lightly pinched his nipple and repeated his requests.
“D-d-daddy … p-please rape me”, Max choked out.
The words pushed Ivanov over the edge and he wrapped his hands around his son’s narrow waist and thrust forward to embed half of his 7 inches into his freshly violated hole. Max cried out as the fat head of his father’s dick forced its way past his sphincter. His back arched and his hands clawed at the van door in front of him.
“AHHHH NOOOOO”.
Max screeched as inch after inch of his dad’s meat was force-fed up his tight, little shitter. The elder Ivanov encircled the boy’s waist and chest using both arms and with a grunt pulled the writhing child all the way back onto his cock. The pair stayed like that for a moment. Max’s body almost completely covered by his father’s large frame. Ivanov holding his son tightly as he buried his face into the boy’s neck.
“This is what you were made for boy. To be your father’s personal slut”.
Craig couldn’t help himself anymore and he freed his own hefty, uncut hog. He began to stroke slowly from the reddish pubes at its base to the engorged head that was already leaking fat globs of pre-cum. Ivanov began to roll his hips back and forth, driving his rigid cock deeper into his son’s rectum. All the while he continued the onslaught of degradation. Perverse words and commands that no child should be forced to hear, let along have whispered in their ear by their own father.
“From now on I’ll fuck your whenever I fucking feel like it. If you wake up in the middle of the night with my cock slapped on your face, you’ll thank me and open wide won’t you”?
When Max didn’t respond for several seconds his father yanked his head back by the hair so that he was looking directly up at him.
“Yes, daddy I will”, Max gasped out.
Ivanov smiled coldly before spitting onto his son’s upturned face. The boy squeezed his eyes shut as saliva splattered across his cheek and lips.
“And if I want to drag you into a business meeting and fuck you on the table in front of my colleagues what will you say”?
“T-t-thank you d-daddy”.
Craig loved the way the boy’s lip quivered as he choked out the words. Even more than that he loved how Ivanov lifted one of his son’s legs up and placed it onto the van’s step. This gave Craig a perfect view of the man’s thick shaft as it disappeared into and re-emerged from the kid’s tiny, pink hole. With each thrust their clients cock became coated with another layer of the pedo cum that had been pumped inside Max earlier that morning.
Craig was so focused on the debaucherous scene taking place in front of him that he didn’t notice Rory come up behind him. He felt a body pressed up against his back and warm breath in his ear.
“Looks like our client is pleased with our handy work”, Rory breathed into his dad’s ear.
Craig sucked in a sharp breath as Rory reached around and wrapped a hand over his own as it pumped up and down his shaft.
“Let me help you with that big guy”.
Craig started to protest before groaning with pleasure as his boy’s strong fingers encircled his meat and started to stroke. His reservations drifted away and his body melted back into his son’s embrace.
In front of them, Ivanov had picked up the pace and was now slamming his cock into his son so forcefully that his balls were smacking loudly against the kid’s taint with each thrust.
“Do you want your dad’s load you little fuckin whore”? Ivanov snarled.
“Yes daddy”, Max cried.
“TELL ME YOU FUCKING WANT IT”.
“I want your load”, the boy wailed in fear.
The big man continued to grunt and groan and snarl curse words into the ear of the helpless child that he was humping. Craig felt his own orgasm building as Rory started to jack him off faster.
“Take my fucking load you cunt!”
Ivanov wrenched Max’s head back again as he buried himself to the hilt. His well-trimmed pubes grinding into the boy’s white ass cheeks as he dove for the kid’s mouth. Max sobbed and choked as simultaneously his throat was invaded by his father’s tongue and his ass was pumped full of his father’s cum. The view of Ivanov’s muscular ass cheeks clenching and unclenching urgently as he bred his 10-year-old son pushed Craig over the edge.
“Time to water the grass old man”, Rory huffed directly into his ear.
“FUCK”.
Craig cursed as he desperately humped his son’s hand. His orgasm took over his body as the first rope of cum shot several feet out in front of him. He felt Rory’s hand slide under his shirt and trace the outline of his nipple as rope after rope blasted forcefully from his dick. He felt completely helpless in his son’s arms but he didn’t care. The pleasure that overtook him was too powerful. He let his boy support his weight as he rode out his orgasm. He opened his eyes moments later to see Ivanov break the kiss with his son. Max choked and gasped as his father pulled his tongue from his mouth. There was silence while the four of them panted and caught their breath before Rory spoke.
“Whew! what a fuck Mr Ivanov! Haven’t seen someone lay pipe like that in a while. You’re a lucky boy Max”.
Ivanov surprised them by laughing at the compliment. Based on first impressions, Craig hadn’t been sure the man was capable of laughter. Although he guessed that a hard fuck could put any guy in a good mood.
Max didn’t seem to be enjoying the situation as much as his father. He rested his tear-streaked face against the metal side of the van and gave a yelp as his father slowly pulled his now semi-erect cock from the his violated asshole. Ivanov grunted as the purple head of his spent cock popped out with a squelch. With a lazy grin he stepped back slightly to admire his handy work. He reached out and spread his son’s butt cheeks to reveal his freshly-raped ring. He grazed his index finger over the kid’s cute little pucker which caused it to spasm. A jet of fresh cum spurted out and splattered onto the boy’s thighs where it ran down his legs in thick streams. All 3 men laughed in unison as Max covered his face in humiliation and sunk down to his knees on the grass.
“Well gentlemen, I think it is safe to say your work has been excellent and well worth the price”.
Their smiling client yanked his pants back up and walked over to shake both their hands. Craig quickly freed himself from his son’s grasp and stuffed his own dick back into his shorts.
“Glad to hear it Mr Ivanov”, Craig said as he shook his hand firmly.
“If Max needs any follow up training be sure to give us a call”, Rory winked.
Ivanov laughed and said that he would. And with that they said their goodbyes and the father/son duo’s first job was complete. Ivanov thanked them again as he loaded the boy into his car.
“Ready to head out”? Craig said as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Let’s do it”, Rory smiled as he buckled his seatbelt.
Craig reversed out of the space and turned the van around ready to leave. As they were pulling out, he waved to Ivanov and had to stifle a laugh. Apparently in the time it had taken them to get into the van their client had changed his mind about heading out straight away. Max was face down, ass up on the ground. The boy’s eyes were wide as his father knelt behind him and fed his apparently revitalised cock back up his ass. The big Russian grabbed the back of his boy’s head and pushed it down onto the grass as he started to fuck.
“That poor kid. He’s in for a busy childhood”, laughed Rory as they watched the pair disappear in the rear-view mirror.
“Can’t feel too bad for him”, Grunted Craig.
Rory looked at him questioningly.
“The kid is rich as fuck. He’ll grow up with everything he could ever want. Getting pounded by his old man isn’t a bad price to pay to have all that”.
Rory thought over his father’s words for a moment before smirking and leaning in to nuzzle his dad’s neck and whisper.
“When you put it like that it sounds like the perfect childhood if you ask me. I’m actually kinda jealous”.
Craig blushed at his son’s words. It was irritating how well Rory could push his buttons and how much he delighted in doing so.
“The money was all there”? He tried to re-direct the conversation.
Rory leaned back in his seat with a grin.
“Yea, all accounted for”.
Craig nodded and kept his eyes on the road but apparently Rory wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.
“And in celebration of our first successful job I think I’ll take you out on a date old man. I’m thinking Thai or Italian, you choose”.
Rory leaned in again and slid his hand along his dad’s thigh.
“Jesus Christ Rory!”
Craig felt the heat rise to his face again. He tried to focus on the road but couldn’t help but glance to the side. Rory was staring patiently at him, waiting for an answer. His fingers circled further up Craig’s leg as he waited.
“How about Thai”, Craig said with a defeated sigh.
“Sounds like a date”, winked Rory.