Halvin was drawn to his son's room by the sound of sobbing moans. Along the dimly lit hallway he saw a succession of naked, sweaty, dazed servants – wheezing old men sitting on the floor and panting young men leaning against the walls; Vin thought he also recognized some of his son, Calton's friends lying unconscious in a heap through the doorway to his study.
But the most shocking sight was a kitchen drudge – barely 18, his face and body that of a young boy – whose arms were both covered with a familiar mess of grease and cum up to the elbows; the boy was just standing in the hallway, staring at his sludge-covered hands as though he'd never seen them before while his stubby boycock twitched and drooled a steady flow of precum down his thighs.
Striding into the room, Vin was shocked at what greeted his eyes. With a heavy heart and a swelling cock, he turned away from the pitiful sight. Looking at the men littering the hallway, he selected a servant that looked more alert than the others and pulled him to his feet. "Get yourself dressed, and go bring the doctor!"
As the servant stumbled away, Vin shook his head and sighed. He'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, that if he just left his son to his amusements and indulged him, then eventually the novelty would wear off and Cal would go back to his other interests.
"Daddy?" the cry combined a sob and a lusty groan. Vin's cock, half-hard since he'd first returned home, swelled to a fully bloated boner. Entering the room, he once again beheld his son, lying naked on his sweat-drenched bedding.
As his father came in, Cal drew his knees up, spreading his thighs wide while he stuffed all the fingers from both hands into his wide, wet, red-raw asshole. "Hurry, Daddy! I feel so fucking empty!" Cal's dark-purple, 6 inch cock lay rigid and twitching in the lake of drying cum on his belly.
"Don't worry, baby! Daddy's gonna help you feel better!" Vin cried, shoving his breeches down his thighs to free his pulsing paternal peter. Not even bothering to spit-lube his cock – the boy's ass was a greasy, dripping mess already, gaping open and inviting – Vin wasted no time climbing on the bed and shoving his full 9.5-inch length into his eagerly waiting son in one hard lunge.
* * *
After Cal's successful seduction of his father, the both of them had spent a balls-draining day in Vin's wide, luxurious bed; snatching bites of food from the cold buffet the servants kept refilling on a bed-side trestle-table whenever their incest-inflamed dicks calmed down enough for them to realize how hungry their hard-pounding exercises were making them. Every time he took a bite of food, Vin felt a small twinge of embarrassment that some servant he hadn't even noticed had seen Vin having wild, enthusiastic monkey-sex with his own son - incest was considered a poor man's sport, something to scoff at by members of Vin's class. But the feeling only added spice to their next father-son fuck, making Vin's dick recover even faster and swell harder than it ever had when he'd indulged in multiple fucks with hired whores or freely available slave-stock.
Vin lost track of the number of times he'd cummed up Cal's sweet ass or sixty-nined him – blasting his jizz down his son's milking throat while Cal's throbbing young stud-pole unloaded thick boycum down his father's gulping gullet. That night Vin had slept more soundly than he had in years, though he woke up early enough to give Cal two quick fucks before getting out of bed – and another, more leisurely pussy-pounding at the breakfast table, before he'd gone to tend to his thriving shipping business.
Since then the two of them not only ate dinner together – they usually shared a hot incestuous quickie at the dinner table, a more extensive fuck in the bath, and a goodnight mutual blowjob when they went to bed. Midnight rounds of "Ride Down Daddy's Dong" were becoming more and more frequent, too, and lately it was rare for Vin to go off to work without at least two morning quickies to see him through the work-day. One morning they managed to achieve 5 mutual orgasms in quick succession before Vin pulled himself out and stumbled off to his downtown office.
The next day he'd come home in the afternoon, thinking to surprise his son during the lunch-break in Cal's study-schedule. But instead he'd caught Cal on his back while his Mathematics tutor was servicing his rear and one of Cal's young friends was stuffing his gobbling mouth.
Rather than make an unnecessary fuss, Vin took out his jealousy on the muscular young tutor's willing butthole while the tutor continued to pound the ecstatically cocksucking Cal.
Later – after thoroughly proving to his father that his pussy was still good and tight, despite recently being shafted by another man's thick studcock – a light-headed, post-orgasmic Vin agreed it was alright for Cal to occasionally indulge himself with other men while his father was at work.
But, while Vin took this to mean that his son could have one or two fucks by another man once or twice a week, Cal seemed to think it mean that he had permission to cram as many rounds of "Hide the Sausage" as he could from the moment Vin left the house in the morning until his father came back home at night. And the more fucking he managed to stuff into his day, the less Cal took care to keep his father from catching him giving up his hot boycunt to any and all cummers.
Being the overly-indulgent father that he was, Vin could never seem to chastise his son for this, preferring instead to either watch and wait for his turn up his boy's sloppy cunthole, or else pull the boy's current fucker off and immediately take the man's place heaving and grinding into Cal's writhing butt.
But – as often as Vin had caught his son putting out for friends, tutors and servants – this was the first time he'd come home to a dark foyer and no hot meal on the table. For the first time it wasn't just a servant or two filling in between higher-ranking fuckers, but clearly a case of the entire household staff taking repeated turns pumping cock up their young master.
* * *
"Ohhhh, Daddy! It's been soooo long since you fucked me!" Cal moaned, wrapping his muscular legs around his father's lower back, pulling him farther in. Vin considered Cal's statement rather exaggerated, since he had stuffed his son's boycunt with three large loads of Daddycum only hours before. But obviously the servants couldn't lay pipe as well as Vin could, since Cal was acting as though he hadn't gotten shafted since morning; crushing his father's hairy butt to him with his smooth, muscular calves as he humped up on every one of Vin's down-thrusts, moaning and whimpering in his desperation for Daddydick.
