Natural Selection 6/24
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Over-stimulation and somnophilia.
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 flicked on the bedroom lamp and headed back to the door to turn off the main light as Kurt wriggled nude under the sheets, getting comfortable. Stripping off his clothes shamelessly, Burt finally laid a hand on his hard-on, pumping his fat cock slowly while his son watched him.
Sliding into the bed and rolling onto his side, Burt rested a warm hand on his son’s pale chest.
“Daddy’s gonna show you all the different ways there is to fuck, baby.”
“There’s different ways?”
“Yep but I’m guessing you’ve only been on your hands and knees so far, right?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt said with a flutter of eyelashes, clearly remembering how it felt to be fucked like that.
“You wanna learn what daddy likes to do?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a bit different with people, kiddo,” Burt said while rolling over on top his son. Lying between Kurt’s legs, he gazed into his son’s curious eyes. “Daddy’s cock doesn’t knot like a dog’s, does it?”
Kurt shook his head and slid his arms around Burt’s back.
“That’s right. And daddy’s going to fuck your sweet lil’ cunt for a lot longer than the dogs do but I won’t get stuck inside you like they do. Okay?”
“Uh huh.”
“Now you tell daddy if you cleaned out all that doggie cum in the shower.”
“Mm hm.”
“Are you sure?” Burt arched an eyebrow and dragged a hand down his boy’s body, his fingers searching out Kurt’s pussy, sliding through the damp folds. “You missed daddy, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kurt sighed, pushing up against Burt’s fingers that were teasing at his entrance. He whimpered when they moved away but hummed as they settled over his button, rubbing at it gently then pinching it. “Daddy,” he gasped. “What-what are you doing?”
“Can you cum from just my fingers, Kurt?”
“I-I don’t kn-OH!” He cried out as two fingers slid inside easily. “Daddy,” he whispered, clinging on tightly to Burt’s shoulders as he buried his face against Burt’s neck.
“There you go, baby,” Burt said in a husky voice, pumping fingers in and out, his son’s body shaking beneath him. “What d’ya need, Kurt? Daddy’s tongue or daddy’s cock?”
“Your cock, daddy.”
Burt smiled at Kurt mouthing at his neck all the while spreading his legs wider. “You gotta say ‘please fuck me, daddy’ to get it, buddy.”
“Please, daddy, please fuck me?”
“Of course, baby.” Burt removed his fingers and took a hold of his dick, rubbing up and down through his son’s slippery pussy before easing the tip into his little boy’s cunt.
Closing his eyes, Burt slid his dick all the way in relishing how Kurt arched up underneath him, pinned to the bed by his cock. Kurt’s soft wavering cry and the way he held on so tightly filled Burt with the need to fuck the daylights out of his boy, hard and fast, but he kept his cool. He eased back a little and let his cock be stroked by Kurt’s still tight muscles, pushing back in and out in tiny increments.
“Alright there, kiddo?” Kurt’s breathing hitched as the rocking motion increased, Burt’s cock burying itself deeper inside him each time.
“You’re so much bigger, daddy. Uh.”
“Yeah?” Burt pulled back further and thrust all the way in again. “But you like it, don’t you? You like that big cock in there?”
“Uh….yeah. Dad-daddy,” Kurt groaned as Burt pulled out and teased his entrance, not sliding straight back inside. “Put it back in, daddy,” he grumbled, pressing his fingertips into Burt’s back.
“Uh uh, gotta ask properly, Kurt.”
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
“That’s it,” Burt whooshed out as he plunged his cock right back inside. “You keep telling me that an’ I’ll keep doin’ it.”
Never letting up, Burt fell into a fast rhythm, fucking into Kurt relentlessly as his son’s moans seemed to rip out of his throat.
“I’m s-sorry, daddy,” Kurt panted eventually, his body jolting with every thrust.
“What for?” Burt asked in confusion as his hips slowed.
“For m-making so much noise but I can’t help it, it feels so good.”
Burt chuckled into his son's hair. “It’s okay, buddy. When you’re fucking, you can make as much noise as you want. It’s only at breakfast that I want you to be quiet, okay? Daddy doesn’t do well with loud noises in the morning. You’ve seen how beaten up my alarm clock is, right?”
“Oh! Okay.”
Keeping his pace slow, Burt watched his son’s face as he fucked him leisurely; the flutter of his eyelashes and tremble of his lips as his breath hitched with each stroke. He smiled warmly and dropped a peck to Kurt’s cheek. “I love you, baby boy.”
Kurt’s eyes blinked open and he smiled serenely up at Burt. “I love you too, daddy. Please fuck me harder.”
Burt laughed but upped his tempo to give his son what they both wanted. He slapped into Kurt solidly until his body seized up and he spilt inside him. “Fu-uck! Take that cum, baby.”
Kurt lay there unsure as Burt collapsed over him, breathing hard, cock still lodged deep inside. He squeezed his muscles around it, wanting to feel it move again, wanting more. Chuckling, Burt pumped his dick into Kurt a few more times, relishing his son’s eager squeeze.
“You wanna cum too, don’t you kiddo?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt whined as his hips moved against Burt.
“Sh-shhh. Settle down, let daddy show you how.” Burt pulled at one of his boy’s hands and tugged it down so their fingers rest over Kurt’s clit. “Touch your button, baby, like daddy did before. You can do this when daddy or the dogs are fucking you, okay?”
Kurt whined as he stroked over his button uncertainly.
“Do what feels good, Kurt. That’s it…you can rub it harder or you can stretch down to feel around my cock and rub along the groove here between the little lips.” Kurt arched off the bed, clamping down on Burt’s still buried cock.
“There ya go. Fuck yourself on daddy's cock and make yourself cum, baby.”
Kurt pressed a finger alongside his button and then tickled it with another, his hips pulsing upwards as he chased his orgasm. Uh, daddy!” Kurt groaned as he rode it out, his pussy rhythmically clasping at Burt’s cock.
“Oh, Kurt. Fuck, you’re making me hard again.” Burt started moving against his son, relishing the suck of his son’s cunt around his stiffening cock. “Jesus, kid. Gotta fuck you, baby. Gotta have you again,” he said, his hips snapping until he was fucking into Kurt ruthlessly.
With a gasp, Kurt’s arms fell away and his eyes closed. He let Burt take over, letting him pound into him over and over. Burt slowed to catch his breath and Kurt turned his face back into the crook of his neck with a whine.
“’M tired, daddy.”
Burt smoothed the hair from his son’s forehead and dropped a kiss there. “S’okay, baby, you can go to sleep while daddy finishes up. I need to cum again, kiddo.”
“’Mkay,” Kurt said with a yawn, his eyes blinking closed again while Burt began to rock him to sleep with his cock.
Kurt’s body went lax when he drifted off and Burt clutched him in his arms, making sure not to slack off his pace, wanting to fuck his boy for as long as he possible before he lost control. But he managed a few more minutes. Kurt soon whimpered in his sleep, his angelic face tipped up, mouth parted, and Burt lost it, grinding in deep and filling his son with more cum.
***
Kurt blinked awake with his face smushed into a pillow. He was lying on his stomach while his daddy wandered around in the dark bedroom.
“Is time to get up?” Kurt mumbled groggily.
“Oh, sorry. No, not yet. We have some time before we have to get up.”
“Then why are you up?”
“Had to let the dogs out of the bedroom,” his father explained as he stood over Kurt’s sleepy form.
Kurt grunted and stretched out, turning over and taking the sheet with him to expose a leg. “You could have breakfast early, I guess?”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” Kurt agreed and pulled back the covers to show off his naked body, twisting himself so his legs dangled over the side of the bed where his dad knelt.
“You show daddy your pussy, baby.”
Kurt pulled up his legs and displayed his cunt for his father. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Fuck,” daddy swore, leaning in to take an experimental lick. “Goddamn, Kurt, you’re still so wet.” Throwing his head back with a grunt, Kurt pulled under each knee and splayed his legs wide letting his father suck on his lips and run a tongue over his button until he gushed.
“You stay there for daddy. Let me fuck you, baby.” His dad groaned as he stood stroking his cock before he lined up and pushed in.
“Uh.”
“Yeah, my sweet boy. Letting daddy fuck that cunt.” His father fucked Kurt possessively, leaning over and pinning Kurt’s knees to the bed. “Gotta fill you up, baby. You’ve been full of doggie cum but now it’s daddy’s turn.”
Kurt panted as his father thrust into his cunt hard, pressing him into the mattress, making him restless, wanting to move but being unable to do so under the weight of his daddy. He whined as his dad stopped suddenly, then picked him up and threw Kurt further across the bed barely falling out of his cunt.
Daddy clambered onto the mattress, digging his knees in either side of Kurt’s ass as he pumped in and out of Kurt’s cunt, pushing at his thighs harder to tip his ass up against him, making it easier to plunge in balls deep. Sweat prickled across Kurt’s top lip as his father worked his hips, smacking against Kurt’s body. He couldn’t help but let out a breathy mewl with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby. Fuckin’ sweet pussy,” daddy muttered. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. Kurt gasped at the feeling of his dad’s cock pulsing at his entrance, his insides flooded with more wetness. A guttural groan poured out as his father pressed his cock all the way back in and ground against him.
Kurt took over, circling his hips instinctively and struggling to get a hand to his button, rubbing furiously until he came with a cry for his father.
***
“Thanks for taking over on the weekend, kiddo. You did a great job, Kurt,” Burt said proudly as he clapped a hand around his son's shoulders and whistled for Hunter to catch up. He opened the barn door and let Kurt walk in first, followed quickly by the dog.
“Thanks, daddy,” Kurt said appreciatively, heading over to the quad bike and leaning down to put the keys in the ignition for his father to use later. “Oof. Hunter!” He scolded as the large dog suddenly grappled him around the waist, trying to mount him.
“Hunter! Off!” The dog jumped down at the sound of Burt’s shout and walked off to investigate a corner.
“You okay, bud?”
“Yep,” Kurt said breezily as he brushed his shirt down.
“They need to learn they can’t just do that anywhere. It’s fine in the house, in here or even way out back by the river but you can’t let them do that any old place, okay?”
“Why?”
“Dogs need rules, Kurt, otherwise you’ll never get anything done.”
Kurt hummed in agreement. Yesterday afternoon had wasted away while he was on all fours.
Burt looked over his son’s body, doing a double take at the exaggerated swell of Kurt’s ass. “Are those old jeans? They’re kinda tight, don’t ya think?”
“Oh, yeah. I figured I could get one more day out of them before they hit the rag bag.”
Burt walked up behind him and cupped his son's cheeks, giving them a quick squeeze. “You don’t mind if I give them a helping hand, do you?”
“Huh?”
Burt pulled his pocket knife out and flicked the blade open. Pulling at the waistband to give himself some room, he slipped the small sharp knife through the tough fabric and slid it down along the seam, splitting the pants open.
“Daddy!”
Burt kept a tight hold on the back of his boy’s jeans and urged him forward to lean on a hay bale as he took a flap of material in each hand and ripped them wide open exposing his son’s blue and white polka dot cotton panties. “Shh. Daddy needs to fuck you, baby,” he said lowly, using the knife to slice through each side of the underwear. He yanked hard to tear the underwear right off his son.
“D-daddy,” Kurt whined as he felt a thumb rub against his cunt, pressing in as test.
“Yeah, still wet from earlier,” Burt groaned as he pushed his thumb in further, pleased at the squelching noise.
“You wouldn’t let me shower,” Kurt grumbled.
“You can shower after this while I’m out laying feed.”
“Okay,” Kurt sighed, pushing his ass out as Burt switched his thumb for a couple of fingers. Burt dropped the ruined panties to the ground and unbuckled his jeans, pulling his hardening cock out.
“Stand up, bud,” he asked, slipping out of his jacket and red shirt. “Here,” he offered, spreading out the flannel shirt over the hay bale. “Give daddy’s cock a kiss, baby.” Burt urged him to sit on the shirt covered bale.
His son paused as the cock was offered to him. “But? It’s not night time.”
“S’okay, you can kiss daddy’s cock anytime, Kurt. The more we fuck, the more daddy will want it during the day. C’mon,” he encouraged, butting it against his boy’s lips. Opening his mouth, Kurt let the cock slide over his tongue before he closed his lips around it. He glanced up to watch Burt with big eyes as he suckled on it. “That’s my good boy. Mmm suck it, Kurt,” Burt sighed. He swept his son’s bangs off his face while Kurt’s tongue swirled over his length, the urge to come down Kurt’s throat building steadily. “Fuck. That’ll do, turn around.”
He stood back as Kurt got up and turned his back to him. “Bend over, baby,” Burt wheedled, pulling at Kurt’s hips while pushing at his shoulder.
“Like this, daddy?” Kurt asked, placing both hands on the hay bale.
“Perfect, kiddo.” Burt whistled gently as he inspected the ripe flesh peeking out from the ripped jeans. “You want daddy’s cock?”
Kurt hesitated before nodding but Burt barely noticed, busy swiping his dick over Kurt’s slippery pussy. His cock slid inside as he pushed forward slowly with a shuddering sigh, the sweet clutch of Kurt’s cunt irresistible.
“Mmm, baby, fuck. Gonna stretch you out in the shape of daddy,” he gritted out, easing in and out while his son clenched down around his shaft.
“Oh, uh. Slower, daddy.”
“Yeah? You sensitive, baby?”
“Uh huh.”
“S’okay, Kurt, let daddy get you extra wet and you’ll be begging to cum.” Burt worked to undo Kurt’s fly and worm down the front of his jeans, flicking at his clit lightly. His son let out a huge sigh as he worked himself between Burt’s fingers and the cock that was filling him up, faster and harder. “Better, hmm?”
“Oh….yes. Please, uh, please. Daddy!”
“There you go, baby. Tell daddy to fuck you.”
“Daddy, ple-ease,” Kurt whined as Burt flattened his hand against his mound and drove him back onto the cock ploughing into him. “Fuck me, daddy. Please!”
“Oh, Kurt. Kurt! Fuck! Fu-ck!” Burt stuttered out, emptying his balls into the kid one last time. His fingers moved to slide against his son's clit insistently until the boy shuddered in his arms, crying out sharply as he came.
“Hunter,” Burt called out and listened for the scrabble of paws on the concrete floor as he held his dick inside his son, plugging him up. The brown and white dog appeared at his side instantly, sniffing up Kurt’s pants leg.
“I’ve got something for ya, boy,” he said, scratching at the sled dog’s head and let his dick fall away from Kurt. “Here you go, Hunter. Lick it all up, there’s a good boy.” Burt stepped aside to tuck himself back into his pants and listened to his son's rattling breath as the dog’s tongue slid over his used pussy.
He watched with interest when Kurt bent further forward and reached back to pull open the ripped jeans. The long moan his boy let loose echoed throughout the barn. Kurt dropped down to his knees and braced himself over the bale, presenting his cunt to Hunter to fuck.
Burt found a place to sit and watch as the heavy dog understood immediately, jumping up and humping the air fruitlessly for a moment before his paws righted around Kurt’s hips and he banged up against his boy’s body. He could hear Kurt talking to the dog, encouraging him and moaning throatily when Hunter seemed to find his target. His son groaned when the dog suddenly pistoned his hips brutishly, lasting for a few minutes or so before Hunter slowed and whined.
Burt chuckled when Kurt’s hand moved to slide down the front of his pants, clearly greedy to cum again. Hunter cocked a leg and tried to turn around clumsily while Kurt swivelled his hips uselessly on Hunter’s knot and let out a broken sob. Finally Kurt slumped against the hay bale, exhausted. Hunter pulled away moments later, leaving Kurt empty and dripping for mere seconds before the dog’s snout was back against him, licking up their combined juices.
The sight was almost enough for Burt to give his son another go but it was clear that Kurt was ready to drop. Standing up, he crossed to his boy and helped lift him to his feet, bracing him with a strong arm Burt walked him back to the house and deposited the boy in his room with a wet washcloth and soft pajamas.
“Have a nap, baby. You had an early start this morning. I’ll make us something to eat after I put the feed out,” Burt offered, walking to his bedroom door. “I’ll shut the door to keep the dogs out so you can rest up, kiddo.” He smiled as Kurt curled up under the blankets and let out a satisfied, sleepy sigh.
“Can we have bacon for breakfast today, daddy?” Kurt mumbled.
“Sure thing, kiddo.”
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Part 7>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Over-stimulation and somnophilia.
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 flicked on the bedroom lamp and headed back to the door to turn off the main light as Kurt wriggled nude under the sheets, getting comfortable. Stripping off his clothes shamelessly, Burt finally laid a hand on his hard-on, pumping his fat cock slowly while his son watched him.
Sliding into the bed and rolling onto his side, Burt rested a warm hand on his son’s pale chest.
“Daddy’s gonna show you all the different ways there is to fuck, baby.”
“There’s different ways?”
“Yep but I’m guessing you’ve only been on your hands and knees so far, right?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt said with a flutter of eyelashes, clearly remembering how it felt to be fucked like that.
“You wanna learn what daddy likes to do?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a bit different with people, kiddo,” Burt said while rolling over on top his son. Lying between Kurt’s legs, he gazed into his son’s curious eyes. “Daddy’s cock doesn’t knot like a dog’s, does it?”
Kurt shook his head and slid his arms around Burt’s back.
“That’s right. And daddy’s going to fuck your sweet lil’ cunt for a lot longer than the dogs do but I won’t get stuck inside you like they do. Okay?”
“Uh huh.”
“Now you tell daddy if you cleaned out all that doggie cum in the shower.”
“Mm hm.”
“Are you sure?” Burt arched an eyebrow and dragged a hand down his boy’s body, his fingers searching out Kurt’s pussy, sliding through the damp folds. “You missed daddy, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kurt sighed, pushing up against Burt’s fingers that were teasing at his entrance. He whimpered when they moved away but hummed as they settled over his button, rubbing at it gently then pinching it. “Daddy,” he gasped. “What-what are you doing?”
“Can you cum from just my fingers, Kurt?”
“I-I don’t kn-OH!” He cried out as two fingers slid inside easily. “Daddy,” he whispered, clinging on tightly to Burt’s shoulders as he buried his face against Burt’s neck.
“There you go, baby,” Burt said in a husky voice, pumping fingers in and out, his son’s body shaking beneath him. “What d’ya need, Kurt? Daddy’s tongue or daddy’s cock?”
“Your cock, daddy.”
Burt smiled at Kurt mouthing at his neck all the while spreading his legs wider. “You gotta say ‘please fuck me, daddy’ to get it, buddy.”
“Please, daddy, please fuck me?”
“Of course, baby.” Burt removed his fingers and took a hold of his dick, rubbing up and down through his son’s slippery pussy before easing the tip into his little boy’s cunt.
Closing his eyes, Burt slid his dick all the way in relishing how Kurt arched up underneath him, pinned to the bed by his cock. Kurt’s soft wavering cry and the way he held on so tightly filled Burt with the need to fuck the daylights out of his boy, hard and fast, but he kept his cool. He eased back a little and let his cock be stroked by Kurt’s still tight muscles, pushing back in and out in tiny increments.
“Alright there, kiddo?” Kurt’s breathing hitched as the rocking motion increased, Burt’s cock burying itself deeper inside him each time.
“You’re so much bigger, daddy. Uh.”
“Yeah?” Burt pulled back further and thrust all the way in again. “But you like it, don’t you? You like that big cock in there?”
“Uh….yeah. Dad-daddy,” Kurt groaned as Burt pulled out and teased his entrance, not sliding straight back inside. “Put it back in, daddy,” he grumbled, pressing his fingertips into Burt’s back.
“Uh uh, gotta ask properly, Kurt.”
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
“That’s it,” Burt whooshed out as he plunged his cock right back inside. “You keep telling me that an’ I’ll keep doin’ it.”
Never letting up, Burt fell into a fast rhythm, fucking into Kurt relentlessly as his son’s moans seemed to rip out of his throat.
“I’m s-sorry, daddy,” Kurt panted eventually, his body jolting with every thrust.
“What for?” Burt asked in confusion as his hips slowed.
“For m-making so much noise but I can’t help it, it feels so good.”
Burt chuckled into his son's hair. “It’s okay, buddy. When you’re fucking, you can make as much noise as you want. It’s only at breakfast that I want you to be quiet, okay? Daddy doesn’t do well with loud noises in the morning. You’ve seen how beaten up my alarm clock is, right?”
“Oh! Okay.”
Keeping his pace slow, Burt watched his son’s face as he fucked him leisurely; the flutter of his eyelashes and tremble of his lips as his breath hitched with each stroke. He smiled warmly and dropped a peck to Kurt’s cheek. “I love you, baby boy.”
Kurt’s eyes blinked open and he smiled serenely up at Burt. “I love you too, daddy. Please fuck me harder.”
Burt laughed but upped his tempo to give his son what they both wanted. He slapped into Kurt solidly until his body seized up and he spilt inside him. “Fu-uck! Take that cum, baby.”
Kurt lay there unsure as Burt collapsed over him, breathing hard, cock still lodged deep inside. He squeezed his muscles around it, wanting to feel it move again, wanting more. Chuckling, Burt pumped his dick into Kurt a few more times, relishing his son’s eager squeeze.
“You wanna cum too, don’t you kiddo?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt whined as his hips moved against Burt.
“Sh-shhh. Settle down, let daddy show you how.” Burt pulled at one of his boy’s hands and tugged it down so their fingers rest over Kurt’s clit. “Touch your button, baby, like daddy did before. You can do this when daddy or the dogs are fucking you, okay?”
Kurt whined as he stroked over his button uncertainly.
“Do what feels good, Kurt. That’s it…you can rub it harder or you can stretch down to feel around my cock and rub along the groove here between the little lips.” Kurt arched off the bed, clamping down on Burt’s still buried cock.
“There ya go. Fuck yourself on daddy's cock and make yourself cum, baby.”
Kurt pressed a finger alongside his button and then tickled it with another, his hips pulsing upwards as he chased his orgasm. Uh, daddy!” Kurt groaned as he rode it out, his pussy rhythmically clasping at Burt’s cock.
“Oh, Kurt. Fuck, you’re making me hard again.” Burt started moving against his son, relishing the suck of his son’s cunt around his stiffening cock. “Jesus, kid. Gotta fuck you, baby. Gotta have you again,” he said, his hips snapping until he was fucking into Kurt ruthlessly.
With a gasp, Kurt’s arms fell away and his eyes closed. He let Burt take over, letting him pound into him over and over. Burt slowed to catch his breath and Kurt turned his face back into the crook of his neck with a whine.
“’M tired, daddy.”
Burt smoothed the hair from his son’s forehead and dropped a kiss there. “S’okay, baby, you can go to sleep while daddy finishes up. I need to cum again, kiddo.”
“’Mkay,” Kurt said with a yawn, his eyes blinking closed again while Burt began to rock him to sleep with his cock.
Kurt’s body went lax when he drifted off and Burt clutched him in his arms, making sure not to slack off his pace, wanting to fuck his boy for as long as he possible before he lost control. But he managed a few more minutes. Kurt soon whimpered in his sleep, his angelic face tipped up, mouth parted, and Burt lost it, grinding in deep and filling his son with more cum.
***
Kurt blinked awake with his face smushed into a pillow. He was lying on his stomach while his daddy wandered around in the dark bedroom.
“Is time to get up?” Kurt mumbled groggily.
“Oh, sorry. No, not yet. We have some time before we have to get up.”
“Then why are you up?”
“Had to let the dogs out of the bedroom,” his father explained as he stood over Kurt’s sleepy form.
Kurt grunted and stretched out, turning over and taking the sheet with him to expose a leg. “You could have breakfast early, I guess?”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” Kurt agreed and pulled back the covers to show off his naked body, twisting himself so his legs dangled over the side of the bed where his dad knelt.
“You show daddy your pussy, baby.”
Kurt pulled up his legs and displayed his cunt for his father. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Fuck,” daddy swore, leaning in to take an experimental lick. “Goddamn, Kurt, you’re still so wet.” Throwing his head back with a grunt, Kurt pulled under each knee and splayed his legs wide letting his father suck on his lips and run a tongue over his button until he gushed.
“You stay there for daddy. Let me fuck you, baby.” His dad groaned as he stood stroking his cock before he lined up and pushed in.
“Uh.”
“Yeah, my sweet boy. Letting daddy fuck that cunt.” His father fucked Kurt possessively, leaning over and pinning Kurt’s knees to the bed. “Gotta fill you up, baby. You’ve been full of doggie cum but now it’s daddy’s turn.”
Kurt panted as his father thrust into his cunt hard, pressing him into the mattress, making him restless, wanting to move but being unable to do so under the weight of his daddy. He whined as his dad stopped suddenly, then picked him up and threw Kurt further across the bed barely falling out of his cunt.
Daddy clambered onto the mattress, digging his knees in either side of Kurt’s ass as he pumped in and out of Kurt’s cunt, pushing at his thighs harder to tip his ass up against him, making it easier to plunge in balls deep. Sweat prickled across Kurt’s top lip as his father worked his hips, smacking against Kurt’s body. He couldn’t help but let out a breathy mewl with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby. Fuckin’ sweet pussy,” daddy muttered. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. Kurt gasped at the feeling of his dad’s cock pulsing at his entrance, his insides flooded with more wetness. A guttural groan poured out as his father pressed his cock all the way back in and ground against him.
Kurt took over, circling his hips instinctively and struggling to get a hand to his button, rubbing furiously until he came with a cry for his father.
***
“Thanks for taking over on the weekend, kiddo. You did a great job, Kurt,” Burt said proudly as he clapped a hand around his son's shoulders and whistled for Hunter to catch up. He opened the barn door and let Kurt walk in first, followed quickly by the dog.
“Thanks, daddy,” Kurt said appreciatively, heading over to the quad bike and leaning down to put the keys in the ignition for his father to use later. “Oof. Hunter!” He scolded as the large dog suddenly grappled him around the waist, trying to mount him.
“Hunter! Off!” The dog jumped down at the sound of Burt’s shout and walked off to investigate a corner.
“You okay, bud?”
“Yep,” Kurt said breezily as he brushed his shirt down.
“They need to learn they can’t just do that anywhere. It’s fine in the house, in here or even way out back by the river but you can’t let them do that any old place, okay?”
“Why?”
“Dogs need rules, Kurt, otherwise you’ll never get anything done.”
Kurt hummed in agreement. Yesterday afternoon had wasted away while he was on all fours.
Burt looked over his son’s body, doing a double take at the exaggerated swell of Kurt’s ass. “Are those old jeans? They’re kinda tight, don’t ya think?”
“Oh, yeah. I figured I could get one more day out of them before they hit the rag bag.”
Burt walked up behind him and cupped his son's cheeks, giving them a quick squeeze. “You don’t mind if I give them a helping hand, do you?”
“Huh?”
Burt pulled his pocket knife out and flicked the blade open. Pulling at the waistband to give himself some room, he slipped the small sharp knife through the tough fabric and slid it down along the seam, splitting the pants open.
“Daddy!”
Burt kept a tight hold on the back of his boy’s jeans and urged him forward to lean on a hay bale as he took a flap of material in each hand and ripped them wide open exposing his son’s blue and white polka dot cotton panties. “Shh. Daddy needs to fuck you, baby,” he said lowly, using the knife to slice through each side of the underwear. He yanked hard to tear the underwear right off his son.
“D-daddy,” Kurt whined as he felt a thumb rub against his cunt, pressing in as test.
“Yeah, still wet from earlier,” Burt groaned as he pushed his thumb in further, pleased at the squelching noise.
“You wouldn’t let me shower,” Kurt grumbled.
“You can shower after this while I’m out laying feed.”
“Okay,” Kurt sighed, pushing his ass out as Burt switched his thumb for a couple of fingers. Burt dropped the ruined panties to the ground and unbuckled his jeans, pulling his hardening cock out.
“Stand up, bud,” he asked, slipping out of his jacket and red shirt. “Here,” he offered, spreading out the flannel shirt over the hay bale. “Give daddy’s cock a kiss, baby.” Burt urged him to sit on the shirt covered bale.
His son paused as the cock was offered to him. “But? It’s not night time.”
“S’okay, you can kiss daddy’s cock anytime, Kurt. The more we fuck, the more daddy will want it during the day. C’mon,” he encouraged, butting it against his boy’s lips. Opening his mouth, Kurt let the cock slide over his tongue before he closed his lips around it. He glanced up to watch Burt with big eyes as he suckled on it. “That’s my good boy. Mmm suck it, Kurt,” Burt sighed. He swept his son’s bangs off his face while Kurt’s tongue swirled over his length, the urge to come down Kurt’s throat building steadily. “Fuck. That’ll do, turn around.”
He stood back as Kurt got up and turned his back to him. “Bend over, baby,” Burt wheedled, pulling at Kurt’s hips while pushing at his shoulder.
“Like this, daddy?” Kurt asked, placing both hands on the hay bale.
“Perfect, kiddo.” Burt whistled gently as he inspected the ripe flesh peeking out from the ripped jeans. “You want daddy’s cock?”
Kurt hesitated before nodding but Burt barely noticed, busy swiping his dick over Kurt’s slippery pussy. His cock slid inside as he pushed forward slowly with a shuddering sigh, the sweet clutch of Kurt’s cunt irresistible.
“Mmm, baby, fuck. Gonna stretch you out in the shape of daddy,” he gritted out, easing in and out while his son clenched down around his shaft.
“Oh, uh. Slower, daddy.”
“Yeah? You sensitive, baby?”
“Uh huh.”
“S’okay, Kurt, let daddy get you extra wet and you’ll be begging to cum.” Burt worked to undo Kurt’s fly and worm down the front of his jeans, flicking at his clit lightly. His son let out a huge sigh as he worked himself between Burt’s fingers and the cock that was filling him up, faster and harder. “Better, hmm?”
“Oh….yes. Please, uh, please. Daddy!”
“There you go, baby. Tell daddy to fuck you.”
“Daddy, ple-ease,” Kurt whined as Burt flattened his hand against his mound and drove him back onto the cock ploughing into him. “Fuck me, daddy. Please!”
“Oh, Kurt. Kurt! Fuck! Fu-ck!” Burt stuttered out, emptying his balls into the kid one last time. His fingers moved to slide against his son's clit insistently until the boy shuddered in his arms, crying out sharply as he came.
“Hunter,” Burt called out and listened for the scrabble of paws on the concrete floor as he held his dick inside his son, plugging him up. The brown and white dog appeared at his side instantly, sniffing up Kurt’s pants leg.
“I’ve got something for ya, boy,” he said, scratching at the sled dog’s head and let his dick fall away from Kurt. “Here you go, Hunter. Lick it all up, there’s a good boy.” Burt stepped aside to tuck himself back into his pants and listened to his son's rattling breath as the dog’s tongue slid over his used pussy.
He watched with interest when Kurt bent further forward and reached back to pull open the ripped jeans. The long moan his boy let loose echoed throughout the barn. Kurt dropped down to his knees and braced himself over the bale, presenting his cunt to Hunter to fuck.
Burt found a place to sit and watch as the heavy dog understood immediately, jumping up and humping the air fruitlessly for a moment before his paws righted around Kurt’s hips and he banged up against his boy’s body. He could hear Kurt talking to the dog, encouraging him and moaning throatily when Hunter seemed to find his target. His son groaned when the dog suddenly pistoned his hips brutishly, lasting for a few minutes or so before Hunter slowed and whined.
Burt chuckled when Kurt’s hand moved to slide down the front of his pants, clearly greedy to cum again. Hunter cocked a leg and tried to turn around clumsily while Kurt swivelled his hips uselessly on Hunter’s knot and let out a broken sob. Finally Kurt slumped against the hay bale, exhausted. Hunter pulled away moments later, leaving Kurt empty and dripping for mere seconds before the dog’s snout was back against him, licking up their combined juices.
The sight was almost enough for Burt to give his son another go but it was clear that Kurt was ready to drop. Standing up, he crossed to his boy and helped lift him to his feet, bracing him with a strong arm Burt walked him back to the house and deposited the boy in his room with a wet washcloth and soft pajamas.
“Have a nap, baby. You had an early start this morning. I’ll make us something to eat after I put the feed out,” Burt offered, walking to his bedroom door. “I’ll shut the door to keep the dogs out so you can rest up, kiddo.” He smiled as Kurt curled up under the blankets and let out a satisfied, sleepy sigh.
“Can we have bacon for breakfast today, daddy?” Kurt mumbled.
“Sure thing, kiddo.”
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