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Posing For Daddy

It was a hot summer day as the sun shone brightly onto the farm house located deep in the countryside. The sound of loud, masculine GRUNTING echoed throughout the garage, which had longsince been turned into a homemade gym.

Finishing up his jog on the treadmill, Steve hopped off the machine with satisfaction; sweat soaking into his black tank top and matching spandex pants. Grabbing his water bottle, he took a long swig before making his way towards the source of the loud grunts.

Looking down at his big, shirtless, white furred wolf father, Steve watched as the older male pumped the iron bar repeatedly up and down. Despite sweat trickling down his body, disappearing underneath his loose orange basketball shorts, the 6'5 360lb male showed no signs of stopping.

"You need a spot, dad?" The 6'1, 270lb male asked as he assumed position at the head of the bench, placing his thighs on either side of his dad's head. His crotch was just inches above his fathers face, but he thought nothing of it since they were both guys, not to mention family.

"Sure son, if you insist." David said, annoyed at his son's insinuation he might over do it. David chuckled inwardly. Surely he knew his own limits, his own strength! The thought caused David's muscles to tense as he started lifting the weight faster. It was only after another 30 seconds of reps he even noticed how uncomfortably close his son's spandex-clad bulge was to his head. Taking a breath through his nose, he could smell the boys sweat... his MUSK.

Something stirred inside David as he stared up at that almost perfectly round bulge straining the fabric of the spandex. Due to the roundness, he figured his boy must be wearing a jock. "Like father like son." The old man thought with a smirk, before finally setting the bar on the rack and sitting up, drenched in sweat.

"Boy fetch my alcohol bottle. I need a drink." The hulking figure grunted before watching the young man make his way over to the mini fridge, bending over to grab the large clear bottle. Staring at that sleek round ass jutting out at him, David felt his cock twitch, and with pure testosterone flowing through his blood, he also felt something stronger. Standing up, the older man's hot blood was filled with the desire to establish himself... to... dominate.

Steve had just finished grabbing his fathers alcohol when he suddenly felt HEAT pressing against his backside. Before he could even turn around, he felt his father put a hand on his shoulder. He gasped as the bottle get snagged from his hand and heard the cork get tugged off. Frozen in shock and confusion, he heard the alcohol being greedily chugged down, as if his father had just found water wandering in the desert. "What the hell dad???" He gasped out in shock and concern at his fathers sudden, questionable actions. He wasn't even aware his father could move that quietly, or fast, much less what would drive him to drink so much, especially this early.

Looking over his shoulder, Steve found his father simply looking at him with a blank stare, not moving his massive figure from sandwiching the poor boy between him and the fridge. Without dropping eye contact, he felt his father drop his hand from his shoulder and gently grasp him with a hip in each massive hand, like he was getting ready to mount. So many feelings were going through Steve's mind. He started to squirm uncomfortably as he noticed the swelling mass pressing further up between his spandex-clad cheeks. Even as Steve's jaw hung open in shock and horror, his father asked bluntly. "When did you start wearing jocks?"

The young man stared jaw dropped, not even hearing his fathers words until the older man reached down and lifted his tank top, grabbing and SNAPPING the waistband of the boy's black jock into his back, knocking him out of his trance with a whine. "I UH, I DON'T KNOW!" The young man stammered, too freaked out by the sudden turn of events to think straight. "Uhh last year, during wrestling practice!" Steve blurted out, hoping somehow his answer would be satisfactory enough to get his father to move away from this agonizing position.

"Ain't that so?" The bigger wolf sneered. "Well here I was thinking you wanted to be just like me. You know I wear jocks too don't ya sport? Don't you wanna be just like your daddy?" The big male asked and, before even waiting for a reply, effortlessly dropped his orange shorts to reveal a previously white, now yellowed, sweat stained jockstrap as he continued pressing himself up against his son's backside.

"Y-yes dad I want to be like y-OHHH" The son's cowering words were cut off by his cringing gasp as his fathers old musky jockstrap pressed against his ass, grateful he had the layer of spandex between them, thin as it was.

"Well, when I was your age, I had dreams of being a body builder; impressing all the ladies." David said with a devilish grin, exposing his fangs. "Let's say you pose for me and I judge you, ya know, like a bodybuilder." The big man said more as an order than a suggestion as he grabbed his son by the shoulder and walked him over to the wall length mirror he'd recently installed; taking a seat on a nearby folding chair.

Steve's mind raced with feelings of fear. This all seemed wrong. The young man found himself facing the large mirror. He could see his father seated behind him, still only wearing that old jockstrap that seemed to hardly cover a massive, possibly hard erection. Steve looked away with a panicked gulp, nervous sweat starting to trickle down his brow.

"Let's start with some simple flexes. I want you to curl a bicep down in front of your stomach and flex, giving your most intimidating face." David ordered his son, seeing the younger man breathe a sigh of relief as he started trying out the pose. The older man enjoyed the view of his son's spandex clad bubble ass as it stretched the tight fabric, seeming to call out at him as he gulped down the strong drink.

He was broken from his trance by his son calling out. "Dad? I've been holding this pose for about a minute? What do you think?" Steve asked sincerely, temporarily forgetting about the awkward moments that just passed as he started to get into the flexing. His confidence was growing as he looked at his intimidating body and snarling gaze in the mirror, feeling like a real tough guy for the first time in his life.

"Pretty sweet son." David said as he finished the last of the large alcohol bottle and licked his lips, his eyes never leaving that ass. "Now you need to pose like a real bodybuilder. Take off your shirt." He said excitedly.

"If you say so dad. I have been making some killer progress on my pecs!" Steve said as he took off his black tank top excitedly, carelessly tossing it to the floor as he curled his bicep again, this time popping his pecs at his reflexion in the mirror with a confident grin.

"Like father like son huh?" The older male mused. "Looks like you're really getting into it." He sneered, clearly drunk. "Now drop your pants."

Steve's ear twitched as a look of confusion overtook his face, unsure if he heard right he turned and faced his father. "What?"

David's face contorted into a grimace as he heard his son question him. Standing up with his hulking white furred body hardly contained in the sweat stained jockstrap, he walked up to his sons smaller body and growled deeply in his face, alcohol pungeant on his breath. "I SAID STRIP!"

With a terrified shudder, the look of horror and disbelief returning to Steve's face once more, he reluctantly reached down to the waistband of his tights, bending over to peel them down, revealing his black jockstrap as his bent over ass stared straight back at David through the mirror. "God you've got your mother's ass." David said softly, almost sounding sad as his son bent over, his head next to that yellowed crotch pouch.

Reaching down, David brushed his sons cheek softly. "And her lips too..." He said in a drunken slur. Steve watched in horror as, mere inches away from his bent over head, the bulge in that extra MUSKY jockstrap SWELLED to the max, nearly bursting it as the base of his fathers cock became visible beneath his white pubic fur.

Finally stepping out of his tights but more terrified than ever, Steve stood up, now only in his black jock and stared up at his fathers drunken face, his expression pleading as the big man looked down at him with an amused expression.

"Raise up both your biceps and flex them above your shoulders... oh and growl. Bitches love growling." The big drunken man said before a HICCUP suddenly escaped his slightly rosey face.

His heart slowing only a bit, Steve took a deep breath to calm his nerves before raising up his arms and striking the pose, FLEXING his muscles with all his might, biting his teeth together and SNARLING before letting out a growl, hoping to God that the display would scare his father off from making more advances on him, or at least remind him his son was a MAN.

Looking down at the cute twink flexing in front of him, David grinned before reaching a broad hand up and grasping one of those firm pec muscles, feeling the strong heart beat beneath it, his other hand trailing down through his stomach and squeezing a glob of precum out from under his own massive jock. "Ohh yeah, nice. Real nice." He said before letting out a loud BURP.

"Now... turn around and touch your toes bitch." He said flatly.

*ONE HOUR LATER*

The sound of balls smacking into ass echoed throughout the hot garage, drowned out only by the sound of SCREAMING as David held Steve's head in one hand, jerking it back as his other hand pressed down painfully into his son's back, causing the young white wolf's stomach to arch dangerously towards the floor.

Chuckling to himself between pants, his breath still reeking of alcohol, David couldn't help but burst into laughter even as sweat trickled down his massive 6'5 360lb body onto his sons 6'1 270lb frame. Finally the big man spoke, revealing what he was laughing about while his son continued to cry out in agony from his previously virgin asshole being spread wide open.

"I can't believe you did it! You SLUT! You actually fucking did it!" The big man giggled triumphantly, his tongue hanging almost comically out of his mouth as he panted. Saliva was flying everywhere, not just from his own drunken mouth but involuntarily from his bent over sons mouth as well while the little shit moaned. David thought his son sounded just like the whores he'd fucked back in highschool. The thought made his blood boil.

"You actually fucking did it. You bent your ass over and presented it for a good fucking like a goddamn streetwalker." The big man grit his teeth, his sweat dripping face bright red in anger as his hips pistoned back and fourth, his cock rapidly going in and out, tearing the young man's once tight flesh. The sound of his balls smacking into that fat white furred ass was growing faster and louder as he reached down and SMACKED his son's right ass cheek, leaving a hand print.

David then tugged mockingly on the leg gripper of his sons black jock, causing the young man to YELP in shock as the tight elastic SLAPPED against his skin before resuming it's duty beautifully framing that massive muscled ass.

"Maybe that's what I'll turn you into." The big man hissed between gritted his teeth as he countinued to repeatedly SMACK that ass. "Would you like that? Huh? If daddy turned you out, finally put that fat, juicy ass of yours to work?" He growled before his hand came down for another SMACK!

This continued for ten more minutes before David finally grunted out. "What, you don't got anything to say? No more begging? Oh please Daddy STOP!" David said the last sentence in a high pitched mocking tone. Hearing no response, the old man's curiosity was piqued even in his drunken state. He jerked his son's head back so he could look at him, his eyes going wide in shock at what he saw.

There was his sons face, a previously energetic and chipper mug, now matted in sweat with his eyes rolled back. What really caught David's attention and made him stop mid thrust however, was the wide, gaping mouth of his son, who's jaw had long ago dropped into a silent moan of pleasure. He was leaking drool out onto the floor.

David hesitantly lowered his hand from his son's ass around to the pouch of his black jockstrap and SHUDDERED, feeling the wet cum DRIPPING out like a faucet. David grunted in disgust in his son. The little fucker had enjoyed being treated like a bitch. It was one thing to strut around the gym in tight clothes practically asking for cock day after day, but to actually take it and enjoy it? The older wolf's face burned with anger as he let out the deepest, loudest GROWL he'd ever mustered and JERKED his son's head back, arching his back hard enough to cause a groan even in his unconscious state. As the young man's face was now inches from his heaving father's, the older man sucked up all the saliva he could muster and spit in disgust right onto his son's face. David watched as it trickled down and disappeared right into his son's gaping mouth.

Immediately afterwards, David lost all interest in fucking his son. He had wished to dominate another male, not show some horny bitch a good time. He carelessly released his son's partially torn out hair and his back, letting his body fall to the floor with a thud, the big wolf's cock ripping out with a wet SLURP sound, bringing a stringy wad of cum along with it. The big man grunted in mild disbelief. He hadn't been aware he had cum inside his son; he had just been enjoying the ride.

With a smile slowly creeping back to his drunken face, David spoke out to the unconscious sweat and cum slick body crumpled on the floor. "Looks like you have your uses after all." He said before reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his son's hair, causing another unconscious grunt to emit from the boy's mouth. "Ya know, it's a good idea to shower after every bodybuilding show." David chuckled before starting to drag his into the house.

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