“Now to see how you take it, slut,”

Dad says, his hand never leaving my hair as he places a foot on my stomach and pushes me backward. “Hands and knees, now, faggot.” My hips lift immediately in obedience, adjusting my position to match Dad's command, just as he deserves.

I look up as he steps forward, angling his cock down to my mouth, tracing the crown around my lips. Moaning gently and fluttering my eyes up at him, I open my mouth. His hips ease back as he steps the last little bit forward, his eyes on mine.

His crown pressed to my mouth, Dad resists sliding himself in, until his hips are rolled all the way back. My eyes flutter up at him, and Dad grins, clearly aware what a faggot thinks in this situation. “Yea. I'm making sure I can slam all the way in.”

“Give it to me, Dad!” I murmur with his crown pressing hard against my mouth, muffling me a little bit, but he doesn't pull back to let me talk. “I can take — ngh!” Dad's fingers on the back of my head flex, cutting me off by slamming in, hilt-deep.

“You can and you will, faggot!” Dad growls, louder now, a deep rumble of intense, concentrated lust, as his balls slap into my chin. My lips stretch taut, and I can feel my throat swell around him, forcing it open to accommodate his massive rod.

His hips sway backward smoothly, almost as soon as his balls slap against my chin, until only Dad's crown remains inside my lips. As I roll my tongue around his crown, Dad growls at me with arousal, “Moan on my cock as I am pulling out, slut!”

“Breathe in as soon as you can, slow and deep,” he continues, “Breathe in from the moment my cock leaves your throat until the moment it's back where it belongs!” I nod weakly, unable to move my head much with his tip inside my mouth.

Dad doesn't give me a chance, after that. His hips snap forward, ramming himself back to the hilt as I breathe in the scent of him. His warm, intense musk floods my lungs until his cock blocks my airways, and his balls slap against my chin, again.

I moan obediently as he withdraws, sucking as hard as I can, flexing my tongue weakly against his underside. His cock is so massive I can't really move my tongue, but I can flex the muscle submissively under it, as he ruthlessly ploughs my throat.

Even as new to sex as I am, I can tell a master when I see one. Dad's movements are smooth, his sway precise, the motions of a man who has done this a lot. I moan around him, each time his cock starts to slide backwards, sliding from my throat.

My irises focused on him, riveted to his, I can see the pleasure and the pride in his expression. His cock is massive, and Dad isn't holding back, but I am taking it. I am handling Dad's cock like it's meant for me, like I'm meant for it, as he slams it in.

“That's it, faggot, take that cock like a good little slut!” Dad moans, and I can feel his muscles strain as he tries to maintain vocal control. I slide my hands up his thighs, cupping and caressing until I reach his hips, and then pat his hips, delicately.

“You okay, faggot?” he asks, and I moan in affirmation, “You need to say something?” I moan an affirmation again, and he doesn't hesitate. His cock slides back until his crown leaves my mouth, allowing me to speak without any second thoughts.

“You don't need to speak softly, Dad,” I murmur, my voice offering sensual vibrations to his crown, still firmly pressed to my lips, keeping my eyes focused on his. “You can growl, or be loud. You can go harder. Amy reprogrammed to take this.”

“You really want me to let go, faggot, relax and simply use you for my pleasure?” Dad asks, and I moan softly against him, rolling my tongue around his crown, with a soft Mm-Hmm sound. He smiles down at me, considering what I am offering.

“Very well, slut. I will trust you, and I will trust Amy's reprogramming,” Dad says, before leaning down and kissing the top of my head, “You are however still my son, and I love you. You cannot convince me to risk breaking you for my pleasure.”

“I love you, too, Da- ... nnph!” Dad thrusts, cutting me off mid-sentence, as his shaft forces my lips to stretch taut about his extraordinary girth. I inhale deep, breathing in the warm, aromatic musk of Dad's cock, as it slides in until it is in too deep.

I flutter my eyes up at him as he looks down at me, both hands now on my head. He drives smoothly to the hilt once more, but less fierce than the most recent slam. “All right, faggot, get ready to take it. I won't be holding back any more for you.”

I would at least mumble a thank you, if my tongue weren't suppressed by his sheer, monumental thickness. Unable to do that, I hold my hands up and give him a thumb's up with both hands. His hips sway backward, smooth and precise, again.

I grip his hips firmly, breathing in as Dad slams his cock down my throat. He growls loud, now, unabashed and focused on his own needs. I moan loud, as his cock slides back, out of my throat, inhaling around him as soon as my throat is cleared.

His thrusts are swift, ferocious, every slam ramming himself in so hard I can feel a sting as his nuts slap my chin. I stare up into his eyes, awed by his precision, by his control. He could slap his hips against my face, fucking my mouth this brutally.

Yet his hips always stop before they can slap against my cheeks. I moan loud, offering sensual, appreciative vibrations, as he pulls out, emptying my lungs as he instructed. Learning to service him as he teaches, I flex my tongue on his underside.

“Good boy, faggot!” Dad praises me in a feral growl, deep and loud, grunting with the effort of his own awe-inspiring self-discipline, even as he uses me with palpable enthusiasm. “Take that cock like you were made for it, you little faggot slut!”