[M4M] Poker Night with Dad

[M4M] Poker Night with Dad [rape] [free use] [degradation] [exhibitionism] [incest] [older man] [Mdom] [daddy] [anal] [breeding] [hardcore] [dark] [rape my son while I watch] [now thank your rapist]

A father enlists his son’s help to help him settle a debt with his poker buddies.

Notes: SFX mentioned are a door opening and closing, footsteps perhaps, and the unbuckling and dropping of pants. Note that for some of the lines, you will be wrestling with your son for control. Lines beginning with >> denote that you are speaking to someone other than the listener. Be mindful of pacing as you are largely narrating the action, not performing them.

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>> All right. I think we can start. Frank, can you, uh, get everything ready upstairs? I want to talk to the boy alone for a bit.

[Frank leaves. Door closes.]

So, how’re you feeling?

Yeah?

[He reaches for a can of beer, but you reflexively pull it out.]

Nope. No alcohol for you. Usually I don’t care, but for this one…I want you sober. Trust me. This isn’t just some freshman mixer at your residence after all. This is poker night with the big leagues, you know—real, *adult* men. We play high stakes here. That’s how I got you your first car remember?

I’m kinda surprised you even wanted to come. I mean, a whole night, trapped in some basement with just your dad’s friends? What kind of party is that? [self-aware laugh] But you came anyway, and that shows real maturity [you eye his body] of mind, I think. I know I came late into your life, but I’m glad to be here and watch you grow into a man. I know you’ll make me proud tonight.

[Him: I just hope I don’t lose too much!]

Oh, don’t worry. You’re not here to play. [Door opens. Men enter.] Remember when I said we "play hard"? [sheepishly] Well, last month daddy got to drinking and got some bad hands…and he lost—a lot. Now, the house, the car, your college funds are all still safe. All I had to do [Door closes and is locked.] was put you on the table.

It means exactly what it means, but don’t worry. Frank is a wonderful lover and I’ll make sure the other guys—[He bolts] Fuck.

[He makes a run for it. You grapple him, and you both wrestle.]

[struggling] NO, no. NO.

>> Guys! Help me pin him down. Frank, pull off his pants.

>> Yeah, grab his legs and spread him open. Watch his knees!

[Belt unbuckles. Pants drop.]

>> Hold him down!

[panting] Make daddy proud now all right?

>> Go ahead, Frank.

[He penetrates him.]

Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. See, if you didn’t try to run, Mr. O’Malley could’ve teased that hole a little more open—*after* he fucks your face. You could’ve at least been curious to what he tastes like.

>> Yeah, drive it in deep, Frank. Get your money’s worth. Plunge it to the hilt. He can take it.

>> Now fuck him. That’s it. Rape him. Rape my fucking son. Yeah, make him SQUIRM into my chest.

[Frank fucks him.]

You like that, huh? Held back by your old man, while his friend RAPES you in front of him.

>> Yeah, Frank, rape him. RAPE him, he deserves this. He fucking needs this.

Mr. O’Malley’s a strong man, isn’t he? The way he holds you by the hips and just ruts into you? Him and those big hairy forearms and that salt-and-pepper scruff… Reminds you a bit of Daddy, doesn’t it? [chuckle] Maybe you can imagine it’s me FUCKING you with my big. angry. COCK.

[whispering, mischievously] Shh… Can you imagine it? Me, slipping into your room naked, my dick throbbing as I straddle you between my legs and my arms. And you just lie there, underneath me, taking in every groan—every THRUST—until you wake up hot and sticky between your legs.

>> [grinning] Look at his cock. Didn’t I tell you he was a dirty fuck?

[grunt, as he struggles] Just accept it. Accept your role as a cock holster. You were made to service men and to sop up their loads. You were born to be raped …And you love that, don’t you?

[He buckles in defiance, and you grunt to restrain him.]

[annoyed] This play-acting of yours is [grunt] getting really old now. Feel these hands around your neck? I want you to enjoy this—but you don’t have to be conscious to get fucked. Now are you going to behave yourself? Yes, what? Good. Mr. O’Malley’s going to give you a kiss now, and I BETTER not see any bullshit.

>> All right. Go ahead.

>> Yeah, force your tongue deep into his mouth… Just invade both of his holes.

[They make out.]

[smugly] You liked that, huh?

[He refuses to answer but bites his lip.]

Haha, well your arms certainly wanted him. But Mr. O’Malley deserves to hear it just the same. Go on. [menacingly] Look him in the eye and *tell* him what you want. That’s it. Thank him for raping you.

[He resentfully does so.]

Well it’s no longer rape if you wrap your legs around him, is it?

>> What do you say, Frank? He's been a good boy, hasn't he? Go ahead, and knock him up.

>> That’s it. Fuck him. Ram it in balls deep… Look at him. He loves it. Manhandled by two studs while their friends watch, legs open like a fucking book.

You've made daddy so hard, you know that? When the weekend's over and daddy gets you back, I'm gonna take that cum drunk ass of yours and rape you myself. Just pin you down past the front door and FUCK you before their cum's even had a chance to dry. How's that, huh? And maybe daddy might even bring some friends back, and we can pass you around like the fuck toy that you are. Wouldn't you like that? Just a cum rag for some horny men. You were BORN to be raped—remember that.

>> Yeah, Frank, do it. Shoot that load deep into him. [Frank cums] Yeah…YEAH.

[Frank collapses onto him.]

>> [teasing] Aww, a kiss after a nut. You always were a romantic, Frank. Don't go breaking my boy's heart now, you hear? [Laugh]

[Frank pulls off.]

>> Think you can handle it from here? Don't think he'll be going anywhere soon with the work you did! I can leave some cuffs behind if he tries anything at night, but if you do it right, he'll be too cum drunk to leave.

>> No, thank *you.*

>> All right, I'm off. I think Jim (?) is next…but you guys can figure it out. Now don't break him, all right? He's fun, but he's my son, for fucks sake. If I see so much as a cut or a bruise, I *will* kill you—not even kidding.

Now you take care of these men, all right? Don't leave a drop in their nuts!

Hey—I'm really proud of you. I'll fuck you soon, okay? Bye. [Door opens and closes.]