Natural Selection 10c
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Discussion of mpreg, medical kink, light bondage, brief lactation kink, mild pain play in a medical situation, over stimulation, cross dressing.
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. This is what the dogs look like and check out the fanart by Val.
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“I think someone has a crush.”
“Huh?” Kurt looked up at his father as they did up their seat belts.
“Look at you. All blushing and flirty.”
“Daddy,” Kurt chuckled as he rolled his eyes and looked out the window as his father pulled the truck out of the parking lot.
“Did Doc Anderson get you all excited, baby?”
Kurt made a little noise of agreement but kept his eyes on the shops whizzing past.
“Did you like him touching you? Hmm, Kurt? Did you like him putting his hands on you?” His daddy reached over and rubbed his palm over Kurt’s mound. “Did he touch you like daddy does? Did he? Huh?”
Kurt spread his legs wider as his father’s fingertips pushed in against his jean covered cunt.
“Did he use his fingers on you? Push them inside, touching what’s mine? Did he?”
“Yes,” Kurt murmured as he squirmed against his father’s hand. He gasped as the truck veered around a corner sharply, coming to an abrupt stop in a quiet side street. “Daddy?” He was answered by the click of his father’s seatbelt followed quickly by his own belt falling free.
Kurt was pulled up and over to straddle his father’s lap. His daddy’s hands slid over his ass and slipped between his thighs, stroking over the inseam of his jeans, each pushing against his pussy. Kurt bracketed his arms around his father’s shoulders as he was pulled down to grind against his daddy’s cock, stiff in his blue jeans.
“You liked it didn’t you, you dirty little boy. Liked another man putting his fingers inside you? Don’t you lie to daddy,” he warned.
“Mmm, I liked it,” Kurt moaned out, his head tipping back as he thrust against his father.
“Yeah? Fuck! He can’t have you though, baby. You’re daddy’s little boy, aren’t you? No one touches you like daddy does. Can’t fuck you like daddy can,” he muttered against Kurt’s neck, finding a soft spot to suck in a mark.
“Uh!” Kurt gasped out as his father sucked a bruising bite along his throat. “Daddy!” he cried softly as he humped against his father’s body. His hoodie was unzipped and the neckband of his Henley yanked down to let his daddy lick, suck and bite his way along Kurt’s chest and collarbone. He ground his slippery, jean covered cunt along the outline of his father’s cock, grunting with effort as sweat trickled down his spine.
“Come for daddy.” Kurt thrust against the heavy body pinned beneath him, his hips gripped tight in his father’s hands.
“Oh, make me come, daddy, make me come,” Kurt whispered as his father sucked another bite into his soft skin. “Oh! Oh! Uh, d-daddy!” Kurt shuddered against his father violently as his juices flooded his panties. He sat there, panting into the crook of his daddy’s neck, stubble scratching against his cheek.
“There’s my boy, my good little boy,” his father breathed out, sighing heavily. He lifted Kurt off his lap, letting him settle back into his seat. “Come and kiss daddy. I need your mouth baby. Need you so much. Need you...” he mumbled out as Kurt made short work in getting his cock out to suck.
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Burt looked up at the sign outside the store front, the name, Parade, was familiar from the website Quinn had scrawled down for him a fortnight earlier.
“You deserve something nice, baby. You’ve had a hard week,” Burt said to his son. The bell tinkled overhead as Burt escorted Kurt into a large lingerie store and found a young Asian shop assistant with blue streaks in her long dark hair.
“Excuse me, miss? Can you help us find a training bra?” The young woman glanced from himself to Kurt in surprise but simply smiled and led them straight ahead to a section with a street sign hovering above it - Queen’s Court.
“Did you have a color in mind?” she asked, spinning around to face them. “Most of the training bras come in basic white and beige...not very exciting, if you ask me, but I could do a quick fitting and we can look at some of the pretty underwires in the smaller cup sizes.”
“Oh, I-I’m um...” Kurt trailed off as he crossed his arms over his bulky hoodie.
“Tina?” Burt asked, checking her name tag. “He’s, well…he’s a bit shy. And flat.” He added as an afterthought, in case it wasn’t obvious. His son’s longer, floppy hair and baggy sweatshirt made him look more androgynous than ever.
“Daddy!” Kurt hissed and Tina smiled.
“It’s okay. They come padded too. But we can start you off in something cotton rather than lacy, if that’s more your style.”
“Lacy?” Kurt squeaked out as he glanced around curiously.
“Uh huh. Wanna see? Here, let’s grab a few sizes of this soft cup and we’ll see if we can’t find something that’s a little more interesting. Yes?”
“Yes please.”
“Great! Okay sir, there’s a waiting area over there at the Boardwalk if you prefer. With free coffee and a stack of our catalogs,” Tina said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Burt chuckled and took the hint, ambling over to take a seat in a bucket chair and picked up one of the magazines set out on the small table. Two catalogs and a few ideas later, Tina reappeared in front of him, eyes bright and smiling.
“Your boy knows what he likes,” she said with a broad smile. “And it’s not a training bra.” She laughed lightly. “He’s just trying a few things on now that we’ve got a better understanding of his size. Are you interested in purchasing the matching underwear for anything he wants?” Burt adjusted his baseball cap and nodded.
“They’ll need to be panties though, not the men’s kind you have in here, with the pouch, just regular panties,” he said as he dropped the Men’s Lingerie catalog on the coffee table.
“Certainly. Perhaps a G or a V string as well?”
Burt shrugged. “Kurt can decide on that but what about...do you carry any corset uh, things here? Or is everything ordered online?”
“Oh! We have quite the range in store! We’re the largest stockists in the mid-west for men’s and specialty lingerie. We’re also the flagship store, so everything you’ll find on our website is available in store. Have you ordered from us before?”
“No, no. A friend of mine recommended this place and your corsets.”
“I see. As in a lace up corset or a waist cincher? Or do you mean like a fantasy outfit?”
“Uh...” Burt looked at her, lost.
“Sorry, sorry,” Tina apologized. “A waist cincher is what this is,” she waved her hand down to the black garment wrapped tightly around her waist that hooked in the front.
“Oh.” Burt hadn’t even noticed as it all blended in with the rest of her black outfit. “Does it come with-?” He held his hands up to support imaginary boobs.
“That would be a corset or a bustier. Is that what you’re looking for? Come with me; let’s see what we can find in Raunchy Row!” Tina burbled excitedly. “Are we looking for Kurt’s size?” she asked as she headed for a different section of the store that Burt hadn’t noticed lurking behind the seating area.
“Uh, yeah. It’s for a, uh- It’s a gift though.”
“Of course! You can’t be a good sugar daddy if you don’t get him gifts,” she said with a giggle, looking only slightly scandalized. “And I don’t think love bites really count,” she stage whispered to him.
Burt tensed at the mention of his handiwork but let himself relax as he realized that she thought Kurt was his boyfriend and not his son. Smirking to himself, Burt took in the rear wall of the store that was covered in what he guessed were the fantasy outfits as Tina had described them.
“And you have a super sweet boy; he has that whole barely legal air about him too.”
His eyes flitted from the standard French Maid costume, to a Sexy Skeleton in a tutu, to a Sultry SWAT Officer which seemed to be a tiny black dress and a white bra. He shook his head in disbelief as he tuned in to hear the last of her words.
“Not a costume, then?” Raising an eyebrow at her, Burt shook his head again then spotted something in the rack behind her.
“Ooh, body stockings - they’re always fun!” Tina gushed. “Especially if you want to unwrap a present or are in a hurry. This one is good. It’s cupless, so no worries there for Kurt and the large cut outs are perfect for easy access.” Tina handed Burt the packet along with another basic fishnet style. “Plus this one is very inexpensive, so you can get several without breaking the bank. Now over here are the bustiers and there’s one or two that I think Kurt will like.”
Burt followed her past racks of lace and pretty color fabrics that fluttered with their passing. “What are these?” he asked, dawdling behind the shop assistant.
“Ah, you found the babydolls, I see.” Tina noticed the red and black top with matching G string that Burt was rubbing between his thumb and forefinger. She smirked. “You both have the same taste it seems,” Tina said with a wink as she flipped through the sizes then lifted the correct hanger off the rack. “He’ll look stunning in this,” she stated confidently. “Shall I wrap it up?” Burt nodded, handing over the three body stockings he was clutching.
“And these as well.”
“Good choices, sir! Why don’t you head over to the changing rooms in Limbo Lane to see how your boy is getting along while I ring these up.”
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The rain had settled in for the afternoon, it seemed. Kurt glanced out the window, worried about his father who was over helping old Mrs. Pine with a broken barn door for the rest of the afternoon. At least his daddy and the dogs would be out of the rain for most of it.
Even though the fire was going, he was in a pair of tight black jeans and a white Henley today. He’d been fully dressed during the day since coming back from Toledo. The dogs weren’t very happy about it but Kurt agreed with his father that they shouldn’t fuck him for the rest of the week, so as to give his cervix a chance to get back to normal. His daddy had taken it easy on him as well, keeping Kurt in his bed every night but only fucking him in the mornings. Mostly daddy had asked him to dress up in his new bra and panties, using his mouth on Kurt and vice versa, with the dogs joining in with their tongues as often as they could butt in. It was a nice change of pace, and although it was nice enough to cuddle and use their fingers and mouths on places they hadn’t bothered with very much before, Kurt was ready to get back to normal. He was hungry to be fucked hard and fast, hungry for cum to be dripping out of him. He couldn’t wait until his daddy deemed him fit enough to fuck them all again.
Kurt thought back to Tuesday and his experience with Dr. Cooper. He wasn’t certain if the last test they did was normal but just the thought of the suave doctor’s fingers twisting inside him had him soaking his panties. The only thing he wished to have been different was to have the handsome doctor come inside him rather than inside a condom. Staring out the window, Kurt lost himself in the bowing branches of the windblown trees and didn’t notice a car in the driveway until there was a loud knocking on the front door. Startled, he jumped up and went to answer it.
“Dr. Cooper! I was just thinking about you!” Kurt immediately shut his mouth and blushed. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Hello, Kurt. May I?” The doctor motioned to come inside.
“Sure!” Kurt stepped back and let the physician past him, closing the door absentmindedly behind the older man.
“Is your father here?” Dr. Cooper enquired.
“Oh, no. He’s out for the afternoon. Oh, with the boys too!” Kurt tacked on, suddenly remembering his cover story.
“Ah, well then, I may as well tell you and talk to him later.”
“What are doing all the way over here? Is there-is it bad news?” Kurt asked with sudden concern. Why would his doctor drive all this way otherwise?
Dr. Cooper reached out and pushed a lock of Kurt’s shaggy hair behind his ear. “No, Kurt, not at all. Just the opposite in fact. All your STI test results came back clear. I’m still waiting on the smear results though. As I said before, I’m expecting those to come in next week.”
“Oh! That’s good, I guess.” Kurt led the way into the lounge and sat on the couch as the doctor joined him.
“It’s very good actually.” Dr. Cooper glanced around the room. “How long do you think your dad will be out for?”
“All afternoon probably. The barn door broke on the next farm over and he’s helping out over there. I can tell him you came by?”
“That’s okay. I’ll call him later and fill him in. How are you feeling anyway? Hmm?” Dr. Cooper’s hand landed on Kurt’s knee, squeezing a little.
“Much better, thank you. Everything you did worked perfectly.”
“Good. I’m very pleased to hear that, Kurt,” the doctor said as he patted Kurt’s knee again. “I’m meeting my brother in Chicago for the weekend and thought, seeing as your place was on my way and you’re a very special patient, that I’d make a house call.”
“That’s very nice of you Dr. Cooper but I’m fine.” Kurt swallowed hard as his pussy clenched at the thought of the handsome doctor asking all about who he’d fucked this week and touching him again.
“You better let me be the judge of that,” the older man joked with a slow wink that had Kurt flushing again. “I’m the professional after all. Now where can we do a physical?”
“Um...my room?”
“Perfect. Lead the way, Kurt.”
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Cooper followed the sixteen year old into his bedroom, admiring the swing of the boy’s hips in the ridiculously tight jeans he was wearing. Kurt stood next to a double bed and shrugged, his fingers twisting together.
“You didn’t bring any tools with you,” he stated. Cooper smiled and waggled his fingers at Kurt.
“Don’t worry, Kurt. I’ve got everything I need to give you a check-up.” He winked again at the boy, loving the way Kurt’s cheeks reddened again, the flush dripping down his throat. He needed to be inside this boy and he needed it now.
“This will do fine,” Cooper added as he stepped away and shut the bedroom door. “Why don’t you put your clothes over there and then lie back so I can check your pussy,” he suggested.
Kurt moved quickly, his shirt pulled off and slung over his desk in an instant. Cooper watched, half amused and half aroused as the boy wriggled out of his jeans and green satin panties. Clearly someone had gone to work on Kurt since Tuesday; his throat and chest were littered with hickies, faded and new, along with faint yellowing finger marks that were dotted over the boy’s hips. Most interestingly, Cooper found his gaze drawn to Kurt’s nipples. The area around each small areola bloomed deep purple and red, the marks mouth shaped, harsh and fresh. As the boy stepped in front of him, completely naked, Cooper reached out and trailed his fingers over Kurt’s chest, thumbing across a swollen nipple. Suddenly he wanted to suck and bite the boy all over.
“Okay Kurt, I want you to lie down with your legs bent, feet on the edge of the mattress.” The boy did as he was told, getting himself in position swiftly to reveal his cunt to Cooper.
Cooper grabbed one of the pillows and dropped it to the floor so he could kneel in front of Kurt’s spread legs.
“There’s that naughty little cunt.” Cooper’s fingers trailed over Kurt’s hair dusted mound, drifting over the sticky lips. “Is this for me? Are you wet for me, Kurt?” When there was no reply other than heavy breathing, Cooper used two fingers to part the boy’s lips and the entrance of his pretty pussy answered for him. “Look at you, getting wet for me. You want my fingers, Kurt?”
Kurt shifted his hips and moaned out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yes you do.” Removing his spread fingers, Cooper licked his thumb and ran it along the boy’s vulva, seeking out his clit to stroke. “Have you had sex today, Kurt? Is this pussy full of come?”
“Yes, this morning with m-my friend. Just once,” Kurt panted. “But I showered after. I-I’m all clean.”
“Good, good,” Cooper breathed out. “When you come to your appointments, I want you to be clean like that and I want you to wear your prettiest panties for me, okay?” He kept sweeping his thumb down the groove of Kurt’s pussy, barely pushing against his entrance then returning to massage the boy’s clit.
“Okay,” Kurt replied faintly. “Ohhh, D-doctor.” The boy bucked against Cooper’s touch.
“Shh, it’s okay isn’t it? There’s no pain?”
“No pain,” Kurt repeated with a whimper. “Uhhh!” The boy cried out as Cooper’s mouth sealed over his clit, his tongue swirling around it in endless circles. “Dr. Cooper! Oh, oh! Oh god!”
Cooper slid a pair fingers inside the boy’s cunt as he sucked and toyed with the stiffening clit. He hummed at Kurt’s wetness, his fingers gliding in effortlessly. Cooper sucked harder with the tightening clench of the boy’s cunt around his fingers. He let them plunge in over and over, eager to follow their path with his dick.
He pulled away, leaving Kurt whining and jerking his hips against nothing, then grabbed the back of Kurt’s thighs and pushed them upwards, letting Cooper get his mouth to the boy's entrance. As his tongue dipped in, Kurt let out a dirty moan. Cooper repeated the move a few more times, and then dropped Kurt back to the bed as he scrambled to pull his stiff cock out. He’d been hard for most of the hour it had taken to get to Kurt’s farm. He couldn’t believe how much he ached with want for this cunt, this boy. It still amazed him that he’d fucked a boy in the back room and he was about to do it again, and fuck, he was very much looking forward to it.
With a wet swipe over his tip, Cooper held his cock steady, ready to breach Kurt who was splayed open on his own bed. He breathed deeply, his dick still in hand, pumping it lazily, when he realized he wanted more than a quickie. Standing, he toed off his shoes and pushed his pants and briefs down. A few tugs to his tie and the slip of his top buttons, and Cooper was able to shed his dress shirt. Well aware of the boy’s eyes on him, Cooper stood nude and on display, still stroking his cock.
“What position do your boyfriends fuck you in the most, Kurt?” The boy blinked lazily at him, his eyelashes fluttering as his brain kicked into gear. Kurt rolled over to his stomach and pulled his knees up under him, presenting his ass to Cooper while he was on all fours.
“Like this,” Kurt sighed as Cooper reached out to pull an ass cheek open.
“We better make sure that this position is okay then.” Cooper urged Kurt to crawl further onto the bed and followed behind him on his knees. A soft gasp preceded Cooper’s slow push into Kurt’s pussy.
“Ohhh,” he groaned with a shudder. “Fucking tight. Oh.” He grasped at the boy's hips to steady himself on his knees.
“Mmm. Yeah,” Kurt groaned as he pressed back against him. “Y-you’re not wearing a condom, Dr. Cooper. Are you gonna cum inside me?”
“God,” Cooper moaned long and low. “Yeah. You want me to, Kurt?”
“Yes, please, please, uh.” Kurt’s cunt squeezed him out and sucked his cock back in eagerly.
“Okay, okay. I’ll come inside your hungry pussy. Oh god, Kurt.” Cooper shifted to cover the boy’s body with his own, arms wrapped around him, to rut like dogs. “Fuck,” he gasped out as they fucked together slowly. “How does it feel, Kurt?”
“Uhhh, Doctor,” Kurt whined, pushing back determinedly. “Harder. Feels so good. Fuck me harder. Fuck me ‘til you squirt inside me.”
Cooper groaned again. This boy was such a little slut for his cock. With barely a thought, his hips snapped faster, his dick driving deep into Kurt.
“Yeah, harder. That’s it. Please. Oh, Doctor. More! Harder. Please, Doctor.”
“Fu-uck,” Cooper grunted as he pushed at Kurt roughly to lie flat, pulling at the boy’s hips to keep them hiked up. “You want it? You want it? Fuck!” His body slammed into Kurt’s with every snapping thrust. “Like this, huh? You want it hard? Here, Kurt.” Cooper drove his cock back into the boy harder still, the solid smack of their bodies startling him into concern until Kurt moaned out his name and begged for more.
“That’s a good boy, Kurt.” He fucked in hard and fast. “Take it. Take it,” Cooper warned, his mind slack with want as he rounded on his orgasm. “G-gonna give it you good. Gonna-gonna- Uhhh! Gonna come.” Cooper’s body shook itself apart on top of Kurt as the boy gasped beneath him.
Breathing hard, he rolled over, pulling free of Kurt. He barely had a chance to catch his breath when Kurt crawled over his face and lowered his slick, used pussy to Cooper’s mouth. Admiring his boldness, Cooper licked, sucked and thrust his tongue into the boy's cunt until Kurt was a thrashing mess. The boy grunted as he rode Cooper’s tongue and came, dribbling across Cooper’s lips. Panting as Kurt crawled off him and dropped down to lay alongside his out-stretched body, Cooper licked his lips clean of the sweet musk that was intrinsically Kurt.
“If I may?” Kurt asked softly, his face suddenly hovering over Cooper’s. The boy licked across the seam of Cooper’s mouth timidly to taste his juices and slowly sucked Cooper’s a bottom lip between his own.
Cooper inhaled sharply and put a gentle hand to Kurt’s chest, pulling himself back against the bed. Fucking the boy was one thing but kissing, well, Cooper hadn’t thought that through at all and it felt off. Instead he threaded his fingers through Kurt’s mused hair and smiled softly at the boy. “In my expert opinion, you are the picture of perfect health.” He grinned as Kurt giggled and dropped his face to Cooper’s chest bashfully.
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“Don’t forget, I’ll call your dad shortly and let him know about your results. You don’t have to worry telling him about my house call.” Kurt nodded and bit his lip.
“Have a good weekend away, Dr. Cooper.”
“Thanks, Kurt. I’ll see you in two months, right?”
“Uh huh. I already booked an appointment.”
“Good. If you have any trouble before then, just give my office a call, okay?”
“Okay. Have fun in Chicago.”
“’Bye, Kurt.”
Kurt leaned against the doorway as the doctor climbed into his car and drove away. His daddy was right about one thing. He definitely had a crush on Dr. Cooper.
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A/N - Spring’s coming up on the farm, which means a few changes to Kurt’s wardrobe as Burt starts ordering things online. A new obsession at home drives Kurt to ask his gynecologist some odd questions. Meanwhile Dr. Cooper isn’t the only physician in his family. Will Kurt ever meet his mysterious brother?
Part 11>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Discussion of mpreg, medical kink, light bondage, brief lactation kink, mild pain play in a medical situation, over stimulation, cross dressing.
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. This is what the dogs look like and check out the fanart by Val.
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“I think someone has a crush.”
“Huh?” Kurt looked up at his father as they did up their seat belts.
“Look at you. All blushing and flirty.”
“Daddy,” Kurt chuckled as he rolled his eyes and looked out the window as his father pulled the truck out of the parking lot.
“Did Doc Anderson get you all excited, baby?”
Kurt made a little noise of agreement but kept his eyes on the shops whizzing past.
“Did you like him touching you? Hmm, Kurt? Did you like him putting his hands on you?” His daddy reached over and rubbed his palm over Kurt’s mound. “Did he touch you like daddy does? Did he? Huh?”
Kurt spread his legs wider as his father’s fingertips pushed in against his jean covered cunt.
“Did he use his fingers on you? Push them inside, touching what’s mine? Did he?”
“Yes,” Kurt murmured as he squirmed against his father’s hand. He gasped as the truck veered around a corner sharply, coming to an abrupt stop in a quiet side street. “Daddy?” He was answered by the click of his father’s seatbelt followed quickly by his own belt falling free.
Kurt was pulled up and over to straddle his father’s lap. His daddy’s hands slid over his ass and slipped between his thighs, stroking over the inseam of his jeans, each pushing against his pussy. Kurt bracketed his arms around his father’s shoulders as he was pulled down to grind against his daddy’s cock, stiff in his blue jeans.
“You liked it didn’t you, you dirty little boy. Liked another man putting his fingers inside you? Don’t you lie to daddy,” he warned.
“Mmm, I liked it,” Kurt moaned out, his head tipping back as he thrust against his father.
“Yeah? Fuck! He can’t have you though, baby. You’re daddy’s little boy, aren’t you? No one touches you like daddy does. Can’t fuck you like daddy can,” he muttered against Kurt’s neck, finding a soft spot to suck in a mark.
“Uh!” Kurt gasped out as his father sucked a bruising bite along his throat. “Daddy!” he cried softly as he humped against his father’s body. His hoodie was unzipped and the neckband of his Henley yanked down to let his daddy lick, suck and bite his way along Kurt’s chest and collarbone. He ground his slippery, jean covered cunt along the outline of his father’s cock, grunting with effort as sweat trickled down his spine.
“Come for daddy.” Kurt thrust against the heavy body pinned beneath him, his hips gripped tight in his father’s hands.
“Oh, make me come, daddy, make me come,” Kurt whispered as his father sucked another bite into his soft skin. “Oh! Oh! Uh, d-daddy!” Kurt shuddered against his father violently as his juices flooded his panties. He sat there, panting into the crook of his daddy’s neck, stubble scratching against his cheek.
“There’s my boy, my good little boy,” his father breathed out, sighing heavily. He lifted Kurt off his lap, letting him settle back into his seat. “Come and kiss daddy. I need your mouth baby. Need you so much. Need you...” he mumbled out as Kurt made short work in getting his cock out to suck.
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Burt looked up at the sign outside the store front, the name, Parade, was familiar from the website Quinn had scrawled down for him a fortnight earlier.
“You deserve something nice, baby. You’ve had a hard week,” Burt said to his son. The bell tinkled overhead as Burt escorted Kurt into a large lingerie store and found a young Asian shop assistant with blue streaks in her long dark hair.
“Excuse me, miss? Can you help us find a training bra?” The young woman glanced from himself to Kurt in surprise but simply smiled and led them straight ahead to a section with a street sign hovering above it - Queen’s Court.
“Did you have a color in mind?” she asked, spinning around to face them. “Most of the training bras come in basic white and beige...not very exciting, if you ask me, but I could do a quick fitting and we can look at some of the pretty underwires in the smaller cup sizes.”
“Oh, I-I’m um...” Kurt trailed off as he crossed his arms over his bulky hoodie.
“Tina?” Burt asked, checking her name tag. “He’s, well…he’s a bit shy. And flat.” He added as an afterthought, in case it wasn’t obvious. His son’s longer, floppy hair and baggy sweatshirt made him look more androgynous than ever.
“Daddy!” Kurt hissed and Tina smiled.
“It’s okay. They come padded too. But we can start you off in something cotton rather than lacy, if that’s more your style.”
“Lacy?” Kurt squeaked out as he glanced around curiously.
“Uh huh. Wanna see? Here, let’s grab a few sizes of this soft cup and we’ll see if we can’t find something that’s a little more interesting. Yes?”
“Yes please.”
“Great! Okay sir, there’s a waiting area over there at the Boardwalk if you prefer. With free coffee and a stack of our catalogs,” Tina said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Burt chuckled and took the hint, ambling over to take a seat in a bucket chair and picked up one of the magazines set out on the small table. Two catalogs and a few ideas later, Tina reappeared in front of him, eyes bright and smiling.
“Your boy knows what he likes,” she said with a broad smile. “And it’s not a training bra.” She laughed lightly. “He’s just trying a few things on now that we’ve got a better understanding of his size. Are you interested in purchasing the matching underwear for anything he wants?” Burt adjusted his baseball cap and nodded.
“They’ll need to be panties though, not the men’s kind you have in here, with the pouch, just regular panties,” he said as he dropped the Men’s Lingerie catalog on the coffee table.
“Certainly. Perhaps a G or a V string as well?”
Burt shrugged. “Kurt can decide on that but what about...do you carry any corset uh, things here? Or is everything ordered online?”
“Oh! We have quite the range in store! We’re the largest stockists in the mid-west for men’s and specialty lingerie. We’re also the flagship store, so everything you’ll find on our website is available in store. Have you ordered from us before?”
“No, no. A friend of mine recommended this place and your corsets.”
“I see. As in a lace up corset or a waist cincher? Or do you mean like a fantasy outfit?”
“Uh...” Burt looked at her, lost.
“Sorry, sorry,” Tina apologized. “A waist cincher is what this is,” she waved her hand down to the black garment wrapped tightly around her waist that hooked in the front.
“Oh.” Burt hadn’t even noticed as it all blended in with the rest of her black outfit. “Does it come with-?” He held his hands up to support imaginary boobs.
“That would be a corset or a bustier. Is that what you’re looking for? Come with me; let’s see what we can find in Raunchy Row!” Tina burbled excitedly. “Are we looking for Kurt’s size?” she asked as she headed for a different section of the store that Burt hadn’t noticed lurking behind the seating area.
“Uh, yeah. It’s for a, uh- It’s a gift though.”
“Of course! You can’t be a good sugar daddy if you don’t get him gifts,” she said with a giggle, looking only slightly scandalized. “And I don’t think love bites really count,” she stage whispered to him.
Burt tensed at the mention of his handiwork but let himself relax as he realized that she thought Kurt was his boyfriend and not his son. Smirking to himself, Burt took in the rear wall of the store that was covered in what he guessed were the fantasy outfits as Tina had described them.
“And you have a super sweet boy; he has that whole barely legal air about him too.”
His eyes flitted from the standard French Maid costume, to a Sexy Skeleton in a tutu, to a Sultry SWAT Officer which seemed to be a tiny black dress and a white bra. He shook his head in disbelief as he tuned in to hear the last of her words.
“Not a costume, then?” Raising an eyebrow at her, Burt shook his head again then spotted something in the rack behind her.
“Ooh, body stockings - they’re always fun!” Tina gushed. “Especially if you want to unwrap a present or are in a hurry. This one is good. It’s cupless, so no worries there for Kurt and the large cut outs are perfect for easy access.” Tina handed Burt the packet along with another basic fishnet style. “Plus this one is very inexpensive, so you can get several without breaking the bank. Now over here are the bustiers and there’s one or two that I think Kurt will like.”
Burt followed her past racks of lace and pretty color fabrics that fluttered with their passing. “What are these?” he asked, dawdling behind the shop assistant.
“Ah, you found the babydolls, I see.” Tina noticed the red and black top with matching G string that Burt was rubbing between his thumb and forefinger. She smirked. “You both have the same taste it seems,” Tina said with a wink as she flipped through the sizes then lifted the correct hanger off the rack. “He’ll look stunning in this,” she stated confidently. “Shall I wrap it up?” Burt nodded, handing over the three body stockings he was clutching.
“And these as well.”
“Good choices, sir! Why don’t you head over to the changing rooms in Limbo Lane to see how your boy is getting along while I ring these up.”
***
The rain had settled in for the afternoon, it seemed. Kurt glanced out the window, worried about his father who was over helping old Mrs. Pine with a broken barn door for the rest of the afternoon. At least his daddy and the dogs would be out of the rain for most of it.
Even though the fire was going, he was in a pair of tight black jeans and a white Henley today. He’d been fully dressed during the day since coming back from Toledo. The dogs weren’t very happy about it but Kurt agreed with his father that they shouldn’t fuck him for the rest of the week, so as to give his cervix a chance to get back to normal. His daddy had taken it easy on him as well, keeping Kurt in his bed every night but only fucking him in the mornings. Mostly daddy had asked him to dress up in his new bra and panties, using his mouth on Kurt and vice versa, with the dogs joining in with their tongues as often as they could butt in. It was a nice change of pace, and although it was nice enough to cuddle and use their fingers and mouths on places they hadn’t bothered with very much before, Kurt was ready to get back to normal. He was hungry to be fucked hard and fast, hungry for cum to be dripping out of him. He couldn’t wait until his daddy deemed him fit enough to fuck them all again.
Kurt thought back to Tuesday and his experience with Dr. Cooper. He wasn’t certain if the last test they did was normal but just the thought of the suave doctor’s fingers twisting inside him had him soaking his panties. The only thing he wished to have been different was to have the handsome doctor come inside him rather than inside a condom. Staring out the window, Kurt lost himself in the bowing branches of the windblown trees and didn’t notice a car in the driveway until there was a loud knocking on the front door. Startled, he jumped up and went to answer it.
“Dr. Cooper! I was just thinking about you!” Kurt immediately shut his mouth and blushed. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Hello, Kurt. May I?” The doctor motioned to come inside.
“Sure!” Kurt stepped back and let the physician past him, closing the door absentmindedly behind the older man.
“Is your father here?” Dr. Cooper enquired.
“Oh, no. He’s out for the afternoon. Oh, with the boys too!” Kurt tacked on, suddenly remembering his cover story.
“Ah, well then, I may as well tell you and talk to him later.”
“What are doing all the way over here? Is there-is it bad news?” Kurt asked with sudden concern. Why would his doctor drive all this way otherwise?
Dr. Cooper reached out and pushed a lock of Kurt’s shaggy hair behind his ear. “No, Kurt, not at all. Just the opposite in fact. All your STI test results came back clear. I’m still waiting on the smear results though. As I said before, I’m expecting those to come in next week.”
“Oh! That’s good, I guess.” Kurt led the way into the lounge and sat on the couch as the doctor joined him.
“It’s very good actually.” Dr. Cooper glanced around the room. “How long do you think your dad will be out for?”
“All afternoon probably. The barn door broke on the next farm over and he’s helping out over there. I can tell him you came by?”
“That’s okay. I’ll call him later and fill him in. How are you feeling anyway? Hmm?” Dr. Cooper’s hand landed on Kurt’s knee, squeezing a little.
“Much better, thank you. Everything you did worked perfectly.”
“Good. I’m very pleased to hear that, Kurt,” the doctor said as he patted Kurt’s knee again. “I’m meeting my brother in Chicago for the weekend and thought, seeing as your place was on my way and you’re a very special patient, that I’d make a house call.”
“That’s very nice of you Dr. Cooper but I’m fine.” Kurt swallowed hard as his pussy clenched at the thought of the handsome doctor asking all about who he’d fucked this week and touching him again.
“You better let me be the judge of that,” the older man joked with a slow wink that had Kurt flushing again. “I’m the professional after all. Now where can we do a physical?”
“Um...my room?”
“Perfect. Lead the way, Kurt.”
***
Cooper followed the sixteen year old into his bedroom, admiring the swing of the boy’s hips in the ridiculously tight jeans he was wearing. Kurt stood next to a double bed and shrugged, his fingers twisting together.
“You didn’t bring any tools with you,” he stated. Cooper smiled and waggled his fingers at Kurt.
“Don’t worry, Kurt. I’ve got everything I need to give you a check-up.” He winked again at the boy, loving the way Kurt’s cheeks reddened again, the flush dripping down his throat. He needed to be inside this boy and he needed it now.
“This will do fine,” Cooper added as he stepped away and shut the bedroom door. “Why don’t you put your clothes over there and then lie back so I can check your pussy,” he suggested.
Kurt moved quickly, his shirt pulled off and slung over his desk in an instant. Cooper watched, half amused and half aroused as the boy wriggled out of his jeans and green satin panties. Clearly someone had gone to work on Kurt since Tuesday; his throat and chest were littered with hickies, faded and new, along with faint yellowing finger marks that were dotted over the boy’s hips. Most interestingly, Cooper found his gaze drawn to Kurt’s nipples. The area around each small areola bloomed deep purple and red, the marks mouth shaped, harsh and fresh. As the boy stepped in front of him, completely naked, Cooper reached out and trailed his fingers over Kurt’s chest, thumbing across a swollen nipple. Suddenly he wanted to suck and bite the boy all over.
“Okay Kurt, I want you to lie down with your legs bent, feet on the edge of the mattress.” The boy did as he was told, getting himself in position swiftly to reveal his cunt to Cooper.
Cooper grabbed one of the pillows and dropped it to the floor so he could kneel in front of Kurt’s spread legs.
“There’s that naughty little cunt.” Cooper’s fingers trailed over Kurt’s hair dusted mound, drifting over the sticky lips. “Is this for me? Are you wet for me, Kurt?” When there was no reply other than heavy breathing, Cooper used two fingers to part the boy’s lips and the entrance of his pretty pussy answered for him. “Look at you, getting wet for me. You want my fingers, Kurt?”
Kurt shifted his hips and moaned out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yes you do.” Removing his spread fingers, Cooper licked his thumb and ran it along the boy’s vulva, seeking out his clit to stroke. “Have you had sex today, Kurt? Is this pussy full of come?”
“Yes, this morning with m-my friend. Just once,” Kurt panted. “But I showered after. I-I’m all clean.”
“Good, good,” Cooper breathed out. “When you come to your appointments, I want you to be clean like that and I want you to wear your prettiest panties for me, okay?” He kept sweeping his thumb down the groove of Kurt’s pussy, barely pushing against his entrance then returning to massage the boy’s clit.
“Okay,” Kurt replied faintly. “Ohhh, D-doctor.” The boy bucked against Cooper’s touch.
“Shh, it’s okay isn’t it? There’s no pain?”
“No pain,” Kurt repeated with a whimper. “Uhhh!” The boy cried out as Cooper’s mouth sealed over his clit, his tongue swirling around it in endless circles. “Dr. Cooper! Oh, oh! Oh god!”
Cooper slid a pair fingers inside the boy’s cunt as he sucked and toyed with the stiffening clit. He hummed at Kurt’s wetness, his fingers gliding in effortlessly. Cooper sucked harder with the tightening clench of the boy’s cunt around his fingers. He let them plunge in over and over, eager to follow their path with his dick.
He pulled away, leaving Kurt whining and jerking his hips against nothing, then grabbed the back of Kurt’s thighs and pushed them upwards, letting Cooper get his mouth to the boy's entrance. As his tongue dipped in, Kurt let out a dirty moan. Cooper repeated the move a few more times, and then dropped Kurt back to the bed as he scrambled to pull his stiff cock out. He’d been hard for most of the hour it had taken to get to Kurt’s farm. He couldn’t believe how much he ached with want for this cunt, this boy. It still amazed him that he’d fucked a boy in the back room and he was about to do it again, and fuck, he was very much looking forward to it.
With a wet swipe over his tip, Cooper held his cock steady, ready to breach Kurt who was splayed open on his own bed. He breathed deeply, his dick still in hand, pumping it lazily, when he realized he wanted more than a quickie. Standing, he toed off his shoes and pushed his pants and briefs down. A few tugs to his tie and the slip of his top buttons, and Cooper was able to shed his dress shirt. Well aware of the boy’s eyes on him, Cooper stood nude and on display, still stroking his cock.
“What position do your boyfriends fuck you in the most, Kurt?” The boy blinked lazily at him, his eyelashes fluttering as his brain kicked into gear. Kurt rolled over to his stomach and pulled his knees up under him, presenting his ass to Cooper while he was on all fours.
“Like this,” Kurt sighed as Cooper reached out to pull an ass cheek open.
“We better make sure that this position is okay then.” Cooper urged Kurt to crawl further onto the bed and followed behind him on his knees. A soft gasp preceded Cooper’s slow push into Kurt’s pussy.
“Ohhh,” he groaned with a shudder. “Fucking tight. Oh.” He grasped at the boy's hips to steady himself on his knees.
“Mmm. Yeah,” Kurt groaned as he pressed back against him. “Y-you’re not wearing a condom, Dr. Cooper. Are you gonna cum inside me?”
“God,” Cooper moaned long and low. “Yeah. You want me to, Kurt?”
“Yes, please, please, uh.” Kurt’s cunt squeezed him out and sucked his cock back in eagerly.
“Okay, okay. I’ll come inside your hungry pussy. Oh god, Kurt.” Cooper shifted to cover the boy’s body with his own, arms wrapped around him, to rut like dogs. “Fuck,” he gasped out as they fucked together slowly. “How does it feel, Kurt?”
“Uhhh, Doctor,” Kurt whined, pushing back determinedly. “Harder. Feels so good. Fuck me harder. Fuck me ‘til you squirt inside me.”
Cooper groaned again. This boy was such a little slut for his cock. With barely a thought, his hips snapped faster, his dick driving deep into Kurt.
“Yeah, harder. That’s it. Please. Oh, Doctor. More! Harder. Please, Doctor.”
“Fu-uck,” Cooper grunted as he pushed at Kurt roughly to lie flat, pulling at the boy’s hips to keep them hiked up. “You want it? You want it? Fuck!” His body slammed into Kurt’s with every snapping thrust. “Like this, huh? You want it hard? Here, Kurt.” Cooper drove his cock back into the boy harder still, the solid smack of their bodies startling him into concern until Kurt moaned out his name and begged for more.
“That’s a good boy, Kurt.” He fucked in hard and fast. “Take it. Take it,” Cooper warned, his mind slack with want as he rounded on his orgasm. “G-gonna give it you good. Gonna-gonna- Uhhh! Gonna come.” Cooper’s body shook itself apart on top of Kurt as the boy gasped beneath him.
Breathing hard, he rolled over, pulling free of Kurt. He barely had a chance to catch his breath when Kurt crawled over his face and lowered his slick, used pussy to Cooper’s mouth. Admiring his boldness, Cooper licked, sucked and thrust his tongue into the boy's cunt until Kurt was a thrashing mess. The boy grunted as he rode Cooper’s tongue and came, dribbling across Cooper’s lips. Panting as Kurt crawled off him and dropped down to lay alongside his out-stretched body, Cooper licked his lips clean of the sweet musk that was intrinsically Kurt.
“If I may?” Kurt asked softly, his face suddenly hovering over Cooper’s. The boy licked across the seam of Cooper’s mouth timidly to taste his juices and slowly sucked Cooper’s a bottom lip between his own.
Cooper inhaled sharply and put a gentle hand to Kurt’s chest, pulling himself back against the bed. Fucking the boy was one thing but kissing, well, Cooper hadn’t thought that through at all and it felt off. Instead he threaded his fingers through Kurt’s mused hair and smiled softly at the boy. “In my expert opinion, you are the picture of perfect health.” He grinned as Kurt giggled and dropped his face to Cooper’s chest bashfully.
***
“Don’t forget, I’ll call your dad shortly and let him know about your results. You don’t have to worry telling him about my house call.” Kurt nodded and bit his lip.
“Have a good weekend away, Dr. Cooper.”
“Thanks, Kurt. I’ll see you in two months, right?”
“Uh huh. I already booked an appointment.”
“Good. If you have any trouble before then, just give my office a call, okay?”
“Okay. Have fun in Chicago.”
“’Bye, Kurt.”
Kurt leaned against the doorway as the doctor climbed into his car and drove away. His daddy was right about one thing. He definitely had a crush on Dr. Cooper.
***
A/N - Spring’s coming up on the farm, which means a few changes to Kurt’s wardrobe as Burt starts ordering things online. A new obsession at home drives Kurt to ask his gynecologist some odd questions. Meanwhile Dr. Cooper isn’t the only physician in his family. Will Kurt ever meet his mysterious brother?
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