Face Fucking His Son

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Jerome whimpered, snorting heavily, his nostrils damp with breath as he grunted, chest heaving, needing to catch his breath. The taste of his stallion father's cum lingered heavy and thick in his mouth, as much as he lapped his tongue around and around, though the big gag in there weighed on his tongue. It may have been a standard snaffle, but the stallion had been dressed up in such a delicate bridle that it appeared laughable light on his bay muzzle, forelock tenderly tugged through the space above the browband.

He should have been more embarrassed than he was turned on, kneeling on the floor of the bedroom waiting for his father, Daddy Dom, to come back for him. He'd already drained his father's nuts three times that day and yet the big stud stallion kept right on coming back for more. Jerome was even muscling up a tiny bit from all the extra work he was getting, though his father made sure that any workouts he sent his adult son out to do were done with either a butt plug or a vibrating egg wedged up under his tail. Which one his slutty son got depending on how "good" he'd been for his father.

And Jerome must have been very good to have been ordered to dress in a pink and black corset that showed off the hue of his dark brown fur coat nicely, his black mane spilling luxuriously down the back of his neck. Sure, he was still a little bit sweaty and the panties that Daddy Dom had had him wear were stained with pre-cum, suitably frilly and girly and not at all something that he had chosen for himself.

His collar had one word on it and that was "filly", though his father had taunted him (or tempted him, depending on how one looked at it) with the notion of getting another one, an even more permanent mark of his submission. Jerome did not want to admit, not even to himself, how hard that made his cock.

Pre-cum stained the front of the matching panties, the frills lightly touched with sweat, though that was by the by as his father took his time showering off. In the shower, the larger stallion groaned deep in the back of his throat as he tipped his head back, allowing the water to stream over his muzzle, down his neck, around the muscle of his chest. He was a little bulkier than he had been when he'd started fucking his boi-toy, but, well, who could blame him? A stallion's urges could not be satisfied every moment of every day, considering his son had other obligations in life and his studies too, off at the local college, so lifting iron and working his muscles had some benefits. He still had a slight muscle-gut though, not one for cutting sharp abdominals into his frame at all.

He towelled off his mane and tail, not minding much of the rest of his coat, as he stepped from the shower, a smirk already on his grey lips where the bay of his coat faded to grey skin. Jerome... Who could have known that things between them would have been so good? It was not a conventional relationship, for it had to be some kind of relationship between them, but it was what worked for them. Even then, his cock could not remain soft, sliding half-hard from the soft fold of luscious flesh at his sheath, plumping up thick and full, a stallion-cock to be proud of in more ways than one.

Yet a dick like that sorely needed a hole to fill and Dom smirked as he paced back into the adjoining bedroom, tossing the towel inside. Right there was his pretty little filly, waiting to be that very hole that needed to be filled, all dolled up for him. The bridle was in the way, but Dom didn't announce anything even as a throaty nicker of need broke his lips. In a moment, his fingers were on the buckles, sliding the throatlatch and the tight noseband loose, popping the bridle off over Jerome's head. Yet his son did not have a chance to work the tightness from his jaw, the fat length of his father's dick begging attention.

It was all intention that Jerome was all too eager to give, however, lips parting willing for that throbbing length, though not even he could have anticipated the heavy slam of it. His father wasn't messing around, bearing over him, pinning his son's body back against the bed as he knelt there, leaving no escape. Not that Jerome wanted to go anywhere anyway, not even as his eyes bulged, hacking and gagging as his father's cock rammed down his throat. The lack of a gag reflex in equines was more readily received than ever as the bay stallion's eyes watering, gulping around him as the bulge in his throat grew.

"Unff... Yes..."

Dom did not need to ask permission for what had already been granted between them, holding onto his son's head, twisting his fingers roughly into his mane, for leverage. The fingers of his other paw curled dominantly around his collar, tipping his head up at just the right angle for maximum through, though it was not needed.

Things that were not needed, however, were sometimes the most luxurious to take. Every thrust of his hips sent a shudder through Jerome, gulping down what air he could between thrusts, even though he breathed through his nostrils. It was hard still, so very hard, his tongue not even needed as his father roughly and crudely fucked his muzzle with everything he had in him and more.

Jerome was there, along for the ride, stroke after stroke sending that thickly throbbing length of meat down his throat, stretching it out, forcing his body to submit even as Jerome struggled to keep up. Moisture trickled down his face merely from the strain of it all, whimpering mutely around his father's dick, trying to tongue the length the best he could. But not even he could have anticipated such savagery as his cock throbbed up through his panties, the tip pushing past the waistline to make itself known. As if he was going to cum from the rough treatment alone, Jerome moaned and moaned, his cock drooling, creamy pre-cum rolling messily down his length, dripping to his panties and staining both the fur of his legs and the carpet.

But that did not matter, at least not until later. What mattered was the battering ram of his father's dick making the corners of his lips sore, demanding that he give up everything to him. Jerome moaned weakly, yet hardly felt that he could ever have stood up to that kind of brute force, hacking and gagging, though even that was muted and half-hearted. Even his body did not want to push back against what it was that his father was offering, letting his dad take him, Daddy Dom always getting what he wanted, whatever it was.

Always. There were no other options.

And, strangely, that was just the way Jerome liked it too. He didn't want to feel strong when he could be submissive, soft and willing, intelligent and thoughtful about serving his father's needs. It was not about being truly passive, but there was a tingling release in knowing that he had given up every last bit of control with which he could have done something about it, his cock throbbing deviously. Orgasm would not be his, not for that session, but it would come, sooner or later, his father forcing it from him as yet another act of control. But that did not stop the heady slop of pre-cum coming with every thrust, almost as if Dom were grinding over his prostate rather than sawing into his son's mouth and throat.

No matter, really no matter... Jerome's eyes fell half-lidded in submission - not that he could see anything, anyway, not with his father's stomach blocking out most of his view. His paw raised shakily to rest on his father's thighs, gently stroking up to his covered abs, but the moment, as tenacious as it was, was still theirs to take, the hack and slop of his mouth being plundered wetly filling the room.

Baring his teeth like a feral stallion, Dom grunted thickly, tail lashing the air. Ah, there was tension there yet to be released, but the moment was not yet right for it, thrusting and grinding, pumping on to that inevitable conclusion. It had to come but he was not about to rush it, his stamina even better after getting off three times that morning already, a day off for both of them. If he got to spend every day off with his cock swelling inside his son's throat, Daddy Dom would find himself a happy stud indeed.

It was all there for their taking, his cock-head flaring slowly, though the pace of his hips was anything but. He used his son's muzzle as if he had no thought anymore for the stallion behind it, the colt that his son was and had been, the pretty little filly-slut that was practically there solely to take his dick, again and again. His mouth was perfect, a hole to fill, slamming in crudely, roughly, not caring for anything else but his own pleasure. His nostrils flared as he broke the silence in a neigh, tail perking up and flagging, though it was not Dom's tail hole that would ever be exposed in a submission manner.

No... No, that wasn't for him. Only for Jerome, his son grunting as Dom slammed deep, face-fucking him with every ounce of strength in his body, glutes tensing, hammering in, pounding him ferociously as if he was actively trying to take submission from his son by force. But that submission had been given freely and was all the more delightful for that tenor of it, Dom grunting, groaning, balls aching as they churned on the brink of orgasm.

As much as he wanted to hold back, to savour and draw out the moment for his own brand of pleasure...that ecstasy had to come.

The first Jerome was aware of his father's orgasm was the first jet of cum hitting him in the back of his throat, but it was following with another ramming thrust so swiftly that he didn't have a chance to choke on it. Of course, unexpected things could still provoke mental reflexes rather than bodily ones, and Jerome clung desperately to his father, riding out his orgasm while his face was used as a glory hole, a portal to pleasure that, once he was done with him, would be tossed aside as if he did not matter at all. All the while, Jerome's cock throbbed and ached, pulsing pre-cum as if he was going to get off right then and there, leaking so much pre-cum that it drooled and drooled, thick dollops of it begging the lap of a tongue. That wasn't for him, however, the slutty son gulping it all down, throat working to take the spurts of cum while his father thrust and thrust.

Not every drop slipped down his throat as it splattered messily out of the corners of the stallion's lips, his father thrusting and grinding, not caring for the mess. Yet Jerome had to take all that he could, grunting through the mass of that cock until his eyes watered, rope after rope slipping down his throat while the rest frothed on his lips, drooled down his chin, splattered his pretty corset like the slut he was.

He was painted in cream by the time his father had finished with him - or so he thought, Daddy Dom letting out a chortling nicker, dragging his head all the way down on his meat with a firm paw on his collar. Whimpering, his throat bulging with dick, Jerome tried to breathe easily, yet even that could not come so softly to him.

"If you thought that was all, filly, you've got another think coming..."

Wheezing, his lips pressed to Daddy Dom's crotch, Jerome flicked his tail up wantonly.

He'd do anything his father wanted of him to get his face fucked like that again.

Anything.