Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The last time Lynda and I returned from our romantic getaway cruise, she came back black bred and knocked up, cuckolding me and keeping me in chastity much of the time. I'm now the proud father of a three-month-old black boy, Mark, her bull's namesake; with strong prospects of having more black babies. She helped me discover my feminine side and turned me into a sissy slut for the big black cocks she services. It all came about by my own perversions, encouraging my beautiful wife to wear a sexy anklet and go along with whatever fate it brought.
Now, a year later, returning from our week-long family vacation provided by her bull, I was again in chastity as was our teen son, Carl, with Lynda holding the key for both our cock cages. Our son was always a bit famine, but now, following my lead, he was a full-blown sissy for big black cocks. His twin sister, Debbie, and younger sister, Martha, were also converted to black cock sluts, just like their mom. They proudly displayed their new queen of spades ankle tattoos beneath their sparkling anklets; just like Carl's except his was a jack of spades.
Both of our daughters and my wife, all fertile, had been black bred, repeatedly, by dozens of pre-selected black men chosen by the bull for their large sexual endowment. So now, as we stood in line for security clearance at the Panama City, Panama, airport, we all wondered what would come of our lives, changed forever by the debauchery of the last week. There were no longer secrets between any of us, especially about our personal sexual desires and practices. We all shared everything and helped each other fulfill every fantasy imaginable.
We placed the contents of our pockets in one of those small containers for X-ray along with our shoes and cell phones. The girls walked through the metal detector and collected their belongings followed by Carl. Alarms went off. "Have you emptied your pockets, Sir? And removed your belt?" the security agent asked.
"Yes, Sir," Carl replied, after which they pulled him to the side for a hand scanning. I thought the tiny lock on his cock cage was setting off the alarm, but discovered later that Mark set him up. He placed Carl into a steel cock cage instead of one like my little pink plastic restraint, and also forced a large steel butt plug up his ass for the trip home. Mark's diabolical plan was playing out exactly as he planned.
"Do you have something in your pants?" the officer asked Carl after the hand scanner beeped every time it passed over his crotch and ass. Carl, too embarrassed to admit he was wearing a tiny chromed cock cage and had a big steel plug up his ass, just denied having anything; prompting the agent's invite to a private room for further inspection.
Once again, the officer used the hand scanner to confirm the location of detected metal. "Let's start with your right ankle," the agent said, "Show me your ankle, please."
An embarrassed Carl lifted his pant leg and pushed down his sock, revealing a two-inch jack of spades tattoo just above his ankle, and resting on it was his gold anklet featuring three large letters, B B C, interspersed with spade shaped charms. The black agent smirked. "Cute," he said, "You like black cocks?"
"Yes, Sir," Carl answered as his face flushed.
"OK, son, let's see what's in your pants, now," the big black agent demanded as he stood back waiting for Carl to lower his pants and expose himself. Carl's shiny cage lifted slightly from his body as his dick tried to erect within its confines. "That explains the front, now let's see the back," the agent demanded.
Our totally embarrassed boy bent forward, showing the agent a big blue jewel protruding from his ass.
"I'm sorry, son, but I have to see exactly what that is. You'll have to remove it. There's a sink if you need to use it," he told Carl.
Carl shuffled over to the sink with his pants around his ankles. He bent forward and reached between his legs to pull out the plug. "I'm sorry, Sir," Carl told the officer, "but I can't seem to get it out. I need to sit on the toilet to make it come out. It's bigger than I'm used to."
"Well, you're not going anywhere until I see it," the agent insisted.
Carl, in tears, begged, "Could you get my mom or dad, please, Sir?"
"You're an adult. We only allow parents in here with their minor children. So, no, I'm not getting your mommy or daddy, boy. Now pull that thing out of your ass or I'll have to arrest you," the agent barked.
"But I'm going to need some help to get it out. Could you help me get it out, Sir, please?" Carl begged.
The agent just smiled, pulled on a rubber glove and stepped behind our young son. He placed his ungloved hand on Carl's firm, little ass to hold him in place, then grabbed the protruding end of the ass plug. He wiggled it in a circular motion as he pulled with ever increasing force. Manically, he worked it out to its widest girth, then let Carl's sphincter contract and pull the huge plug back in. After amusing himself with several in and out repetitions, he finally pulled it far enough so the boy's contracting ass hole squeezed it out. He placed it in the sink. When Carl attempted to stand, the officer pushed his head back down and told him, "Stay there."
Carl heard the agent's zipper, he felt hands on each of his ass cheeks spreading his gaping ass hole even further, then recognized the feel of a big, blunt cock pressed to his boy pussy. "Oh, yea," he moaned. He never dreamed he'd be fucked here. He held onto sink to steady himself, grunted and moaned, "Oh, Oh, Ahhhh, Yea, Oh fuck!"
"Shhhh!" the officer cautioned him as he smacked his ass to get his attention, "You have to be quiet!" The agent grabbed his hips and pounded him hard, feeding his ass a massive load. As soon as the last spurt left his cock, he pulled out and trapped the cum inside with the massive ass plug.
