So Fucking Slutty: Daddy Makes a Piss Pig

By Elan Musk - Elan_Musk@outlook.com
published October 26, 2019
1420 words
Summary

Emmett returned from the garden with a strange new mission. Turn his football jock son Steve into slut and a piss hungry pig. Things proceed apace.

From the epicenter in the laboratory, sluttiness spread across the university campus faster than any plague. In every dorm, lecture hall, in the gym and library, the cafeteria, out in the parking lots and on the quad, and the athletic fields, boys dropped everything they were doing, forgot everything they had been. Only hard cocks, hungry holes, and empty heads remained. Every woman who encountered the infected inflagrante delicto felt their shock dissipate, their eyes fixed straight ahead as they continued about their day, as blind to the men consumed by sluttiness as the newborn sluts were to them. Each found themselves consumed by the urge to get in their cars if they had them, to go on foot if not.

Away. Go away. A voice in their head whispered.

And so they did. Where away was did not matter. Only that they obeyed.

In the heads of the men, a different, louder, more insistent voice repeated the mantra that had become the reason for their lives, their calling, the core of their identities. A flame burned within each of them, a sexual craving. One that load after load only fanned. That a newfound limitless stamina enabled them to indulge. One that grew louder and louder inside them until they no longer remembered a time before they had become—

SOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTY…

Steve didn’t look up or turn around as he heard his Father return from watering the garden as he studied in the living room for the last battery of tests he’d ever have to face in high school. As the star of the school’s football team, he had a freeride to a laundry list of prominent institutions to choose from, but his father Emmett had from an early age instilled in him the value of taking his education seriously.

Even the longest football career will leave you a young man when it ends. What will you pride yourself on then, eh boy? Memories? Or the mind that will never fail you?

So it wasn’t until he heard his father’s steps stop directly behind him, that he turned around in his chair, asking as he did so— “You finished early, the grass not thirsty tod-“

He stopped as he finally saw his father, Emmett, naked, hard cock dripping a white, translucent liquid. His thoughts abandoned him, and his mouth fell open in shock, a strangled squeak escaping like steam from a boiling teapot.

Emmett grinned, and answered the unfinished question. “Not as thirsty as you’ll be.”

And as he closed the few feet of distance between them, a golden stream shot from the tip of his engorged black cock with the force of a garden hose straight into Steve’s open mouth.

“That’s a good piss pig. Didn’t even have to tell you to ‘open wide’.”

Steve’s mind reeled. His own father was peeing… peeing in his mouth. It filled his throat, ran down his chin in rivers, drenched the white T shirt he wore until the waterlogged shirt clung tight to his every curve, revealing the defined Adonis his dedication to sport had made him. As it coated his tongue, stream after stream soaking him, Steve realized another shocking truth. His Dad’s piss was tasty. The tart liquid sent tingles coursing through him, a prickling sensation ticking his mind, and as his Dad grew closer, covering him in an impossible volume of piss from head to toe. His soaking cock throbbed in his shorts.

Steve, overwhelmed, blinked as some of the pee splashed into his eyes, his vision blurring at the sting. After what felt to Steve both like an eternity, and not nearly long enough. The flow slowed, gradually stopping entirely. But the haze in his thoughts remind. His cock, if anything grew harder, wrapped to his thigh by the constricting, piss-soaked polyester fabric.

“Fuck… Dad…” He gasped between gulping breaths of air.

His own Dad was pissing in his mouth. His open hungry mouth. His slutty mouth. And…

“You peed in my mouth. Your delicious fucking piss. Why is it soooo good Dad? That’s so gross. So wrong…”

And…

“So hot…” Steve continued, the words punctuated by a groan. His Dad’s cock was inches from his face. Piss now dripped from it’s head. The high school senior licked his lips. Daddy’s tasty cock was covered in the delicious ambrosia. Yeah, it was so hot, and…

And..

“Fuck your piss Dad. Your fucking cock. I need it. Makes me feel like such a pig. Makes me feel so fuuucccking slutty. So fucking slutty. So fucking slutty. SO FUCKING SL-“

Emmett grunted and grabbed his new christened piss pig by the back of the head, guiding him not-quite-gently until his cock pushed against Steve’s glistening, dark-brown lips. Full and moist, they opened as Steve inhaled the uric, pungent scent of cum, and sweat and urine. At the taste, Steve’s cock trembled, and the head poked out the bottom of his shorts as he already towering erection grew another couple inches.

-SOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTYSOFUCKINGSLUTTY-

The mantra migrated to his thoughts. Studies, football, the life he had been so dedicated to faded. What could hold a candle to this taste?

“You like that, don’t you piss pig? You like cleaning off my cock.” Emmett snarled. “You like swallowing my piss too, eh? You like being slutty, and nasty, and fed Daddy’s hot piss? You want more, doncha?”

Steve’s only answer was the cum that began shooting as he recalled the taste and sensation when his mouth first filled with Daddy’s tangy, tantalizing golden shower. His eyes widened in ecstasy. He couldn’t believe he’d denied feeding his piss piggy inclinations for so long. What a waste of a hungry slutty throat. What a waste of a…

A thought occurred to him. A slutty, piggy epistle sprouting from his soaked and corrupted mind, and the dripping boy grinned.

Steve stood up, turned to face away from his Dad, stripping the shorts from his legs and kicking them onto the floor.

“Slutty piss pigs don’t only need to swallow piss, Daddy…” He said, bending over, turning to look up at Emmet with a mischievous, pleading grin. “Our slutty, hungry mouths aren’t our only hungry hole Daddy…”

Emmett momentarily wondered if he could possibly pee so soon after the torrent he fed down his boy’s gullet, but as Steve spread his cheeks, showing the winking, brown hole at their center, a tickling in his bladder answered his doubts immediately. Of course, he was the Daddy of a needy muscled piss pig. He would always, always, have something for a hungry boy, he somehow knew. How like untended soil it looked. How fertile a field he had ignored for so long.

“Well boy, I’ll be damned…” Emmett shoved his cock into Steve’s willing hole. Both men succumbing to unimaginable pleasure as a slutty Daddy opened the floodgates, branding his slutty Son’s insides as his personal, eager urinal.

“I’ve been watering the wrong garden for far too long!”

Emmett pumped his cock in and out of Steve’s sloshing guts, warm rivulets leaking around his thick tool and onto the floor as he began fucking mid release. Soon Steve came again. His jock pig load dissipated in the puddles of urine that had pooled around their feet, spreading along the hardwood floor beneath them. As he saw his son lower his head to the mixing fluids, lapping at them eagerly like a thirsty dog, Emmett’s balls tightened, somehow, he was peeing, and cumming, inside his son at the same time. It was so… impossible… and hot… and…

…it was so raunchy…

…was so filthy…

…so piggy…

It was:

Both Father and son’s thoughts crescendoed in unison. The truth of their lusts obliviating any other concern. Their old lives, their innocent selves, but a forgotten dream.

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