Natural Selection 8a
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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Burt banged his boots together outside, letting the build-up of snow and mud drop away, the door propped open with his hip. He dropped them by door of the mud room and headed inside to stoke up the fire. The dogs with their coats heavy with snow shook themselves and followed along; waiting to see what would happen next this morning as their usual routine had been disrupted.
With the embers stoked and two new logs on the fire, Burt gave each pup a head scratch and a smile as they settled down to dry off next to the hearth. He stripped away his layers of clothing as he headed for his boy’s room.
Dropping the bundle of clothes inside Kurt’s doorway, Burt shut the door quietly and stripped off his shorts and socks. He eased himself under the covers and shuffled in behind his son to spoon him.
His son let out a soft protest as Burt’s cold fingers slipped over the boy’s hip, stroking over his abdomen and slipping in between his warm thighs.
“Daddy?” Kurt mumbled sleepily.
“It’s coming down hard out there, baby. I had to get up early and bring the cows in closer,” Burt recounted to his son as he nuzzled into Kurt’s soft hair, his fingers stroking softly along the length of his baby’s warm pussy. He worked his whole hand in to cup Kurt’s cunt, the boy’s legs moving to give him better access, as the tip of his chilled index finger trailed over the moistening entrance. Burt smiled as Kurt shivered in his arms, his finger sliding inside his son two knuckles deep.
“Who’s been in here this morning, hmm? Who’s been working this cunt over?” he teased, pumping his finger slowly, relishing the wetness that eased the slide. Kurt arched against him.
“Dunno. One of the dogs licked m-me before,” he moaned as a second finger pushed inside him. “One of them c-came inside me.”
“You know, Daddy’s missing eating breakfast in bed, baby. Don’t you miss Daddy’s tongue?” Kurt grunted in reply as both fingers pushed in as far as they could go.
“I think after this, you should start wearing panties to bed, baby. Give Daddy a chance to taste you again. Whaddaya reckon?”
“’Kay. Muh, Daddy,” Kurt whimpered, letting his ass push back against the stiff cock behind him. “Put it in. Please?” Burt chuckled as he mouthed at his son’s neck.
“Always so hungry for cock, Kurt. Hmm? Your little puss is always so hungry for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it?”
“Please, Daddy.”
“You want it?” Burt teased, pushing against Kurt with his heavy body, his boy rolling on his stomach with Burt’s fingers still working his cunt over. Kurt heaved a shaky breath against the sheets as he pushed his ass up, spreading his legs a little. “You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Daddy,” Kurt mewled, wriggling against the mattress in desperation.
Burt removed his hand from Kurt’s body and pulled himself to his knees, bracketing his son’s small frame and trapping his boy’s legs in between his own. He pushed in with a swift solid thrust, letting Kurt’s body jolt at the intrusion. Moving slowly, Burt fucked into his son, letting his hands wander over the silky skin laid out before him.
Scratching his blunt, slightly ragged nails down Kurt’s back, he waited for his boy to become impatient. Sure enough, Kurt started bucking against the cock still working in him slowly, back and forth. Burt watched, amused, as Kurt nuzzled against the bed and pushed back against once more, insistent, fingers digging into the sheets.
He fell forward, smothering Kurt’s small body with his much larger one. Burt ducked his head and breathed heavily against Kurt’s cheek as his hips reared back and he slammed into the boy. Satisfaction spread across his skin at Kurt’s high pitched, “Uhhh.”
Burt didn’t let up, thrusting into his kid’s pussy faster and faster until he was breathless. Even then, he didn’t stop. Kurt’s sharp cries egged him on as his son’s cunt clutched him in a tighter grip. His own grunting drowned out Kurt’s rambling of, “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” as he rounded on his release. Slamming in, Burt cursed as he shot his load inside of Kurt.
Lying there panting on top of his kid, Burt grunted softly, feeling Kurt trying to work his cunt on the spent dick still stuffed inside him. He rolled them to one side and dropped his hand to his boy’s clit, rubbing small circles until Kurt seized up against him.
***
Kurt stepped back into his bedroom, toweling off his hair and smiling at his daddy’s body spread out in his bed. He dropped his towels over the rack and crawled onto the bed, stopping to straddle his father’s lap. “Daddy,” he whispered as he jiggled the solid, hairy stomach in front of him. He shrieked in surprise as his daddy suddenly reared up and pulled him down for a hug.
“You’re awake!” Burt laughed softly, his eyes still closed.
“You never could put one over on your old man,” he said smiling as he slapped Kurt’s bum. “Mmm, lace?” Fingers from each hand sliding beneath the soft strip of elasticized lace stretched across Kurt’s hips. They slipped down to Kurt’s inner thighs, fingertips pulling his pussy lips apart.
“You said you wanted me to wear panties,” Kurt said coyly, biting his lip as he held himself up, arms locked.
“You can, baby.” Thick fingers held Kurt’s pussy open as another slid inside. “They don’t stop daddy’s fingers...and they definitely won’t stop daddy’s cock!” Kurt found himself rolled over and underneath his daddy, who grinned down at him, in a heartbeat. His daddy’s cock poked against his hip as fingers pumped in and out of his pussy again.
“Yes, more,” Kurt groaned as he relaxed, letting his daddy’s hands grope and squeeze him.
“Yeah?”
“I need your cock, daddy, please.” Kurt groaned happily as he felt the gusset of his panties pulled aside and the fingers replaced by his father’s big cock. “I love it when you fuck me, daddy,” he sighed. “Mmm, harder.”
***
Burt’s fingers played with his son’s nipple as they lay there, sated and warm, legs draped over one another’s.
“You know, kids that go to regular school get a snow day on days like this.” He tweaked the puffy nub cutting off Kurt’s question as he continued. “It means they don’t go to school but hang out at home and play out in the snow and stuff. Or at least, that’s what we did when I was a kid.”
“You want me to play outside in the snow?” Kurt asked, a little confused.
“Not unless you want to, Kurt. No, I-I was thinking that maybe we spend some time together today, seeing as the outside chores are all done.”
“O-kay, but we spend almost every day together.”
“Yeah, but let’s watch movies or something, together. No schoolwork. We’ll have our own snow day.”
Kurt bit his lip and nodded as Burt smooched his nipple, sucking it in and then playing with it with his tongue.
***
The fire was roaring as his son settled on Burt’s lap, their bare skin whispering together as they got themselves into position. Burt’s mostly hard cock resting inside Kurt’s pussy and a bowl of popcorn tucked between Kurt’s legs. As his son shuffled through the DVD’s menu, Burt watched Hunter lick at the panties discarded on the floor. With a bounce from Kurt to signify the start of the movie, Burt wrapped his arms around his kid, hooked his chin over Kurt’s shoulder and settled in to watch The Princess Bride.
***
His eyes jerked open as Kurt bounced on his lap again. He must’ve fallen asleep, he realized, letting his head fall back against the chair. Dozily, he eyes wandered around the room before settling on the television. Burt frowned, trying to make sense of the images. His boy bounced again and Burt realized his cock was hard and straining, buried inside Kurt’s cunt as his boy’s legs were spread wide over the arm rests, hand moving quickly, rubbing at his clit furiously.
“Wha-?” he trailed off, confused at the girl’s loud moaning coming from the TV. Kurt whined and bounced again sloppily. He pulled his legs back together and lifted himself up; hands gripping the armrests tightly as he moved himself over Burt’s cock. “Baby?”
“Uh, need it, daddy. I need it.”
Burt huffed a quiet laugh at the fact that his boy was trying to get off to an old porno tape he must have left in the old VCR he kept around. Gripping his son’s waist, Burt eased his ass forward and slumped back in the chair, allowing Kurt’s feet to touch the ground. He kept a hold on his son as Kurt bounced up and down on Burt’s cock until he’d had enough, tiring himself out. At that point, he let Kurt slide all the way down on his cock before holding his kid up a bit and thrusting up into him. The loll of Kurt’s head as he cried out when he came would have been enough for Burt, but the sheer suck of his son’s pussy had him coming seconds before Kurt.
***
After making a lunch and having a small food fight that ended when Burt smeared mustard across Kurt’s chest, they took their food back into the lounge to eat together. Kurt’s panties were still abandoned on the floor but every time one of the dogs got to close to his boy, Burt warned them off.
As he headed back to the kitchen to drop off the empty plates, Kurt put on a movie that Burt was dreading. Gone With The Wind wasn’t bad, exactly, it was just so damn long. He was pleased though when he came back and found Kurt laid out on the sofa, a space saved behind him. Burt slipped back into spooning his baby boy and soon found himself drifting off for another nap.
This time when he woke up, the movie was still playing but Kurt had turned around, his lips sucking kisses along Burt’s neck. He wondered how long Kurt had been doing that.
Burt dozed as Kurt mouthed across his neck and then chest, letting the kid get his fill of his body. Normally he didn’t let the boy kiss him too much and certainly wouldn’t kiss him on the lips, not more than a peck anyway. He had no time for smooching. It was the one thing he missed about his wife that he wouldn’t let himself take from Kurt. But as Kurt’s tongue swirled in his chest hair, Burt decided to let it slide, just this once, and as his son licked over his large puffy nipple, he found himself cupping the kid’s head as Kurt started to nip and suck at it.
When Kurt’s mouth kept moving south, Burt pulled at the boy’s body so he could eat his son’s pussy while his cock was being swallowed.
Kurt’s thighs clamped around his head as Burt waggled his tongue across his kid’s clit. He moaned as Kurt sucked harder, a vicious vacuum making him arch off the couch into his son’s throat. Practiced as he was, Kurt took all his length easily, his arms wrapping themselves around the top of Burt’s hairy thighs. A final swallow and Burt bucked one last time, letting loose down Kurt’s throat with a muffled yell as he turned his head into one of his boy’s inner thighs.
After Kurt pulled off his cock, Burt rolled onto his back and shuffled down, pulling the kid back to sit on his face. Eagerly, Kurt settled himself over Burt’s mouth, his fingers pinching at the fat nipples under his hands. Burt’s wide warm hands slid over the tops of his son’s thighs and encouraged Kurt to ride his tongue.
His baby boy’s shaky cries warred against the sharp voice of Vivian Leigh onscreen until the gush of their combined cum pooled in his mouth and Kurt dropped forward, his face resting on Burt’s furry stomach.
“I think I like snow days," Kurt panted, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the screen.
***
While Kurt napped on the couch, Burt heaved himself up to make dinner. It wasn’t until he came back to fetch his kid that he realized what had been going on while he’d been in the other room.
Kurt was kneeling over the coffee table watching his TV show with Hunter licking his cunt insistently. With a wry smile, Burt understood that the dog was trying lick out all of Burt’s cum before the brown and white dog replaced it with his own. He noticed that his son’s knees were clearly sore but Kurt made no effort to change positions even after the dog mounted him, fucked him quickly and came, finishing off by licking the boy clean again.
Unmoving, Burt kept watching, letting their meal cool in the kitchen, waiting to see what would happen next and he wasn’t disappointed when the other pup yipped from across the room as his brother wandered off and raced over to snuffle at Kurt’s presented pussy. Finch wasted no time, jumping up and fucking Kurt with wild abandon. A short while later, as the dog grew still, knot locked inside his boy tight, Burt quietly went back to the kitchen, covered plates and put them in the still warm oven for later.
Tiptoeing back, he watched as Finch finished up and pulled out with a pop, his knot still softening. Burt shooed the black and white dog away and dropped down to kneel between Kurt’s reddened knees. He spread his kid’s cheeks and eventually managed to make his own deposit in his boy’s slick, stretched cunt as Kurt bucked against the fingers working his button over.
Part 8b>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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***
Burt banged his boots together outside, letting the build-up of snow and mud drop away, the door propped open with his hip. He dropped them by door of the mud room and headed inside to stoke up the fire. The dogs with their coats heavy with snow shook themselves and followed along; waiting to see what would happen next this morning as their usual routine had been disrupted.
With the embers stoked and two new logs on the fire, Burt gave each pup a head scratch and a smile as they settled down to dry off next to the hearth. He stripped away his layers of clothing as he headed for his boy’s room.
Dropping the bundle of clothes inside Kurt’s doorway, Burt shut the door quietly and stripped off his shorts and socks. He eased himself under the covers and shuffled in behind his son to spoon him.
His son let out a soft protest as Burt’s cold fingers slipped over the boy’s hip, stroking over his abdomen and slipping in between his warm thighs.
“Daddy?” Kurt mumbled sleepily.
“It’s coming down hard out there, baby. I had to get up early and bring the cows in closer,” Burt recounted to his son as he nuzzled into Kurt’s soft hair, his fingers stroking softly along the length of his baby’s warm pussy. He worked his whole hand in to cup Kurt’s cunt, the boy’s legs moving to give him better access, as the tip of his chilled index finger trailed over the moistening entrance. Burt smiled as Kurt shivered in his arms, his finger sliding inside his son two knuckles deep.
“Who’s been in here this morning, hmm? Who’s been working this cunt over?” he teased, pumping his finger slowly, relishing the wetness that eased the slide. Kurt arched against him.
“Dunno. One of the dogs licked m-me before,” he moaned as a second finger pushed inside him. “One of them c-came inside me.”
“You know, Daddy’s missing eating breakfast in bed, baby. Don’t you miss Daddy’s tongue?” Kurt grunted in reply as both fingers pushed in as far as they could go.
“I think after this, you should start wearing panties to bed, baby. Give Daddy a chance to taste you again. Whaddaya reckon?”
“’Kay. Muh, Daddy,” Kurt whimpered, letting his ass push back against the stiff cock behind him. “Put it in. Please?” Burt chuckled as he mouthed at his son’s neck.
“Always so hungry for cock, Kurt. Hmm? Your little puss is always so hungry for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it?”
“Please, Daddy.”
“You want it?” Burt teased, pushing against Kurt with his heavy body, his boy rolling on his stomach with Burt’s fingers still working his cunt over. Kurt heaved a shaky breath against the sheets as he pushed his ass up, spreading his legs a little. “You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Daddy,” Kurt mewled, wriggling against the mattress in desperation.
Burt removed his hand from Kurt’s body and pulled himself to his knees, bracketing his son’s small frame and trapping his boy’s legs in between his own. He pushed in with a swift solid thrust, letting Kurt’s body jolt at the intrusion. Moving slowly, Burt fucked into his son, letting his hands wander over the silky skin laid out before him.
Scratching his blunt, slightly ragged nails down Kurt’s back, he waited for his boy to become impatient. Sure enough, Kurt started bucking against the cock still working in him slowly, back and forth. Burt watched, amused, as Kurt nuzzled against the bed and pushed back against once more, insistent, fingers digging into the sheets.
He fell forward, smothering Kurt’s small body with his much larger one. Burt ducked his head and breathed heavily against Kurt’s cheek as his hips reared back and he slammed into the boy. Satisfaction spread across his skin at Kurt’s high pitched, “Uhhh.”
Burt didn’t let up, thrusting into his kid’s pussy faster and faster until he was breathless. Even then, he didn’t stop. Kurt’s sharp cries egged him on as his son’s cunt clutched him in a tighter grip. His own grunting drowned out Kurt’s rambling of, “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” as he rounded on his release. Slamming in, Burt cursed as he shot his load inside of Kurt.
Lying there panting on top of his kid, Burt grunted softly, feeling Kurt trying to work his cunt on the spent dick still stuffed inside him. He rolled them to one side and dropped his hand to his boy’s clit, rubbing small circles until Kurt seized up against him.
***
Kurt stepped back into his bedroom, toweling off his hair and smiling at his daddy’s body spread out in his bed. He dropped his towels over the rack and crawled onto the bed, stopping to straddle his father’s lap. “Daddy,” he whispered as he jiggled the solid, hairy stomach in front of him. He shrieked in surprise as his daddy suddenly reared up and pulled him down for a hug.
“You’re awake!” Burt laughed softly, his eyes still closed.
“You never could put one over on your old man,” he said smiling as he slapped Kurt’s bum. “Mmm, lace?” Fingers from each hand sliding beneath the soft strip of elasticized lace stretched across Kurt’s hips. They slipped down to Kurt’s inner thighs, fingertips pulling his pussy lips apart.
“You said you wanted me to wear panties,” Kurt said coyly, biting his lip as he held himself up, arms locked.
“You can, baby.” Thick fingers held Kurt’s pussy open as another slid inside. “They don’t stop daddy’s fingers...and they definitely won’t stop daddy’s cock!” Kurt found himself rolled over and underneath his daddy, who grinned down at him, in a heartbeat. His daddy’s cock poked against his hip as fingers pumped in and out of his pussy again.
“Yes, more,” Kurt groaned as he relaxed, letting his daddy’s hands grope and squeeze him.
“Yeah?”
“I need your cock, daddy, please.” Kurt groaned happily as he felt the gusset of his panties pulled aside and the fingers replaced by his father’s big cock. “I love it when you fuck me, daddy,” he sighed. “Mmm, harder.”
***
Burt’s fingers played with his son’s nipple as they lay there, sated and warm, legs draped over one another’s.
“You know, kids that go to regular school get a snow day on days like this.” He tweaked the puffy nub cutting off Kurt’s question as he continued. “It means they don’t go to school but hang out at home and play out in the snow and stuff. Or at least, that’s what we did when I was a kid.”
“You want me to play outside in the snow?” Kurt asked, a little confused.
“Not unless you want to, Kurt. No, I-I was thinking that maybe we spend some time together today, seeing as the outside chores are all done.”
“O-kay, but we spend almost every day together.”
“Yeah, but let’s watch movies or something, together. No schoolwork. We’ll have our own snow day.”
Kurt bit his lip and nodded as Burt smooched his nipple, sucking it in and then playing with it with his tongue.
***
The fire was roaring as his son settled on Burt’s lap, their bare skin whispering together as they got themselves into position. Burt’s mostly hard cock resting inside Kurt’s pussy and a bowl of popcorn tucked between Kurt’s legs. As his son shuffled through the DVD’s menu, Burt watched Hunter lick at the panties discarded on the floor. With a bounce from Kurt to signify the start of the movie, Burt wrapped his arms around his kid, hooked his chin over Kurt’s shoulder and settled in to watch The Princess Bride.
***
His eyes jerked open as Kurt bounced on his lap again. He must’ve fallen asleep, he realized, letting his head fall back against the chair. Dozily, he eyes wandered around the room before settling on the television. Burt frowned, trying to make sense of the images. His boy bounced again and Burt realized his cock was hard and straining, buried inside Kurt’s cunt as his boy’s legs were spread wide over the arm rests, hand moving quickly, rubbing at his clit furiously.
“Wha-?” he trailed off, confused at the girl’s loud moaning coming from the TV. Kurt whined and bounced again sloppily. He pulled his legs back together and lifted himself up; hands gripping the armrests tightly as he moved himself over Burt’s cock. “Baby?”
“Uh, need it, daddy. I need it.”
Burt huffed a quiet laugh at the fact that his boy was trying to get off to an old porno tape he must have left in the old VCR he kept around. Gripping his son’s waist, Burt eased his ass forward and slumped back in the chair, allowing Kurt’s feet to touch the ground. He kept a hold on his son as Kurt bounced up and down on Burt’s cock until he’d had enough, tiring himself out. At that point, he let Kurt slide all the way down on his cock before holding his kid up a bit and thrusting up into him. The loll of Kurt’s head as he cried out when he came would have been enough for Burt, but the sheer suck of his son’s pussy had him coming seconds before Kurt.
***
After making a lunch and having a small food fight that ended when Burt smeared mustard across Kurt’s chest, they took their food back into the lounge to eat together. Kurt’s panties were still abandoned on the floor but every time one of the dogs got to close to his boy, Burt warned them off.
As he headed back to the kitchen to drop off the empty plates, Kurt put on a movie that Burt was dreading. Gone With The Wind wasn’t bad, exactly, it was just so damn long. He was pleased though when he came back and found Kurt laid out on the sofa, a space saved behind him. Burt slipped back into spooning his baby boy and soon found himself drifting off for another nap.
This time when he woke up, the movie was still playing but Kurt had turned around, his lips sucking kisses along Burt’s neck. He wondered how long Kurt had been doing that.
Burt dozed as Kurt mouthed across his neck and then chest, letting the kid get his fill of his body. Normally he didn’t let the boy kiss him too much and certainly wouldn’t kiss him on the lips, not more than a peck anyway. He had no time for smooching. It was the one thing he missed about his wife that he wouldn’t let himself take from Kurt. But as Kurt’s tongue swirled in his chest hair, Burt decided to let it slide, just this once, and as his son licked over his large puffy nipple, he found himself cupping the kid’s head as Kurt started to nip and suck at it.
When Kurt’s mouth kept moving south, Burt pulled at the boy’s body so he could eat his son’s pussy while his cock was being swallowed.
Kurt’s thighs clamped around his head as Burt waggled his tongue across his kid’s clit. He moaned as Kurt sucked harder, a vicious vacuum making him arch off the couch into his son’s throat. Practiced as he was, Kurt took all his length easily, his arms wrapping themselves around the top of Burt’s hairy thighs. A final swallow and Burt bucked one last time, letting loose down Kurt’s throat with a muffled yell as he turned his head into one of his boy’s inner thighs.
After Kurt pulled off his cock, Burt rolled onto his back and shuffled down, pulling the kid back to sit on his face. Eagerly, Kurt settled himself over Burt’s mouth, his fingers pinching at the fat nipples under his hands. Burt’s wide warm hands slid over the tops of his son’s thighs and encouraged Kurt to ride his tongue.
His baby boy’s shaky cries warred against the sharp voice of Vivian Leigh onscreen until the gush of their combined cum pooled in his mouth and Kurt dropped forward, his face resting on Burt’s furry stomach.
“I think I like snow days," Kurt panted, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the screen.
***
While Kurt napped on the couch, Burt heaved himself up to make dinner. It wasn’t until he came back to fetch his kid that he realized what had been going on while he’d been in the other room.
Kurt was kneeling over the coffee table watching his TV show with Hunter licking his cunt insistently. With a wry smile, Burt understood that the dog was trying lick out all of Burt’s cum before the brown and white dog replaced it with his own. He noticed that his son’s knees were clearly sore but Kurt made no effort to change positions even after the dog mounted him, fucked him quickly and came, finishing off by licking the boy clean again.
Unmoving, Burt kept watching, letting their meal cool in the kitchen, waiting to see what would happen next and he wasn’t disappointed when the other pup yipped from across the room as his brother wandered off and raced over to snuffle at Kurt’s presented pussy. Finch wasted no time, jumping up and fucking Kurt with wild abandon. A short while later, as the dog grew still, knot locked inside his boy tight, Burt quietly went back to the kitchen, covered plates and put them in the still warm oven for later.
Tiptoeing back, he watched as Finch finished up and pulled out with a pop, his knot still softening. Burt shooed the black and white dog away and dropped down to kneel between Kurt’s reddened knees. He spread his kid’s cheeks and eventually managed to make his own deposit in his boy’s slick, stretched cunt as Kurt bucked against the fingers working his button over.
Part 8b>>