You know the drill: over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law, as well as some non-consensual involvement of the protagonist's actual father and some stuff involving food. Skip it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy.
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That morning we slept in, finally rising after 10am. I opened my eyes as my father in-law got out of the bed, watching his wide, hairy rear end jiggle with each heavy step as he walked to the bathroom where he enjoyed a long, loud piss with the door open. The floor beside the bed was scattered with gold. While ravishing me last night he had ripped all of the shameful jewelry off of me, piece by piece.
Roy donned his bathrobe while I of course went naked. I knew any clothes I put on would be summarily stripped from me and instead, after freshening up in the bathroom, I stepped bare butt naked into the kitchen where my father-in-law was at the stove.
He told me to take a seat. Roy was making pancakes- sitting my nude bottom at his breakfast table while the radio played, Roy humming happily over the sizzling stove, swilling coffee. The light from the balcony was bright with reflective snow. I really did feel like his little boy as he would pass by where I sat and ruffle my hair. It called to mind a snow days where I got to stay home from school- I was on a strange and twisted vacation from my real life.
"Bon appetit, my boy!" He exclaimed as he brought our plates to the table. Mine had heaping piles of fruit preserves and he had made a smiley face out of chocolate chips. While he drank a refill of coffee, I was served a tall glass of milk. Several times during the meal he licked his thumb then jammed it in my face to clear off extra syrup from my cheeks or lips.
"Oh little boy, you just don't know how to eat properly without making a mess. I think you better sit on Daddy's lap and let Daddy feed you." He smiled, pushing his chair out from the table and slapping his big hairy bare thigh. I stood and he pulled me into him so that I sat atop his lap, face to face, straddling him. He rubbed his hands up and down my naked sides, and pulled our bodies together, his thick chest and belly hair scraping against my smooth skin.
"Good boy. Open wide, here comes the airplane." Roy grabbed half a pancake from the platter and stuck it in my open mouth, stuffing it in then gratuitously rubbing his syrup covered fingers round my mouth.
"Good little boy." He said warmly, grabbing another piece which I dutifully accepted into my mouth.
"Doesn't that taste yummy in your tummy, little boy?" He asked, his syrup covered hand rubbing over my stomach.
"Yes Daddy thank you Daddy but I don't think I can eat anymore." I did my best to protest.
"Don't be silly! You're a growing boy, don't you want to grow up to be big and strong like Daddy?" He slapped the sides of his hulking barrel chest and laughed.
"We're not stopping until you eat each and every one of these pancakes." I looked over at the table beside us, and my heart sank to see that there were still eight of his large pancakes piled high on the platter
"Here, Daddy will help" He said, popping an entire pancake in his mouth and then chewing it a few times. He then parted his lips to show the golden mush inside, and pulled the back of my head towards him. Roy brought our faces together for a kiss, and as our lips locked, he pushed out the pre-chewed pancake from his mouth into mine. Locked in his embrace atop his lap, I had no choice but to swallow it down.
This was even worse than spitting into my mouth while we kissed. He kept chewing up pancakes then spitting them into my mouth with long, nasty kisses that forced me to accept the masticated food. I fought against the revulsion and overcame my gag reflex to swallow the foul mixture, pancake and syrup with his spit and coffee breath. He hummed happily to himself, rubbing my body and feeling me up as he tormented me. Roy seemed to draw inspiration from the nastiest, most uninhibited lunchroom bully.
His hands continued to smear syrup and butter all over my bare skin, on my chest, belly, thighs, even my armpits, all while his mouth expelled chewed up globs of pancake and his own spittle into my mouth, forcing them down my throat and into my belly. Roy was gleefully defiling me, inside and out.
He laughed to himself between bites, cackling maniacally as his big rough hands rubbed the grease on my body. Trapped in his embrace atop his wide lap, his hairy body incarcerating mine, I felt like I was in the clutches of some strange demon, a lesser devil from a circle of hell where sinners were sent not to be tortured but only harassed, molested, bothered with strange and degrading ordeals.
"Maybe from now on this is how you should get most of your food, hmmm? Straight from the loving mouth of Daddy, pre-chewed and everything." He brought his face to mine, nodding eagerly, and grabbed my head to force me to nod along. Forced to agree to this terrible new sentence - every bit of sustenance spat from his mouth into mine, completely dependent upon him.
"All your liquids too. Passed with love and care from Daddy's mouth to yours" He grabbed the mostly full glass of milk and emptied it into his mouth, his cheeks swelling. Swilling it around, gargling, all while staring me down with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and forced another kiss on me, and made me drink his backwashed milk. I forced it all down and took a desperate breath before he spat another chewed up pancake into my mouth.
"Eat, eat, eat my boy. I want you good and full." I sat atop his lap and allowed him to force feed me three more of them. My mind was blank as I accepted this new, demeaning experience.
"Eat, more boy. I'm not sure about these tight little muscles. I think I might want you softer, soft like a boy without any muscles at all, just a cute little tummy and a chubby tush." He squeezed and kneaded my stomachs. I looked down at my toned body and imagined it as he described - what would I look like, not just shaven smooth but also stripped of all muscle definition. As always, Roy wanted me weaker.
"And maybe some perky little tits too." He chomped on my nipples, before stuffing another pancake into his mouth, chewing it into gruel, and spitting it in my mouth. After the revolting kiss he kept his forehead against mine, and whispered breathily into my face.
"Hmm we'll see. But this is how you'll eat from now on, whenever I say. This is another way we bond, how we get closer and closer. More of me, put right up inside of you. How I make you mine, forever and ever." As he spoke he rapped his fingers upon my chest emphatically.
By the end I was feeling quite nauseous. My mouth felt so gross- I could taste the flavorless pancake particles, the cloying syrup, and Roy- his mouth and spit, coffee and ever present stink of cigars.
