Forced Assault: Drugged Daddies

By John Valjean

Text copyright © 2023

John Valjean

All Rights Reserved

Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit material and profanity. Please do not read further if these things offend you. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age of older.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intentional.

Forced Assault: Drugged Daddies

The drive to El Diablo, National Park in Northern California, was longer and more tedious than Oliver Horner expected. He drifted in and out of consciousness throughout much of the five-hour ride and prayed that the mini-vacation would turn out to be more eventful. However, he had his doubts. The high school senior resented giving up his Memorial Day weekend for a father/son camping trip. It didn’t help that his best friend Isaac Donaldson slept through the entirety of the early morning trek. At the same time, their dads chatted interminably about sports in the front seat of the Horner family’s SUV. This was Oliver’s least favorite subject, next to girls. Although the teen initially dreaded the idea of four days without mobile phone service and swatting ravenous mosquitos, Isaac proposed a way to make the weekend significantly more enjoyable.

“There’s no way this stuff really works,” Oliver said to Isaac, examining a small baggie of dried crushed leaves and poppy seeds. It was Thursday, the day before the trip, and the two high school seniors were seated on the steps in front of the administration building. Isaac claimed it was an eighth ounce of an aphrodisiac called Fornica, which he purchased online.

“Doesn’t your body sort of… tingle when you sniff it?” Isaac asked. “I was hard for almost twenty minutes the first time I got a whiff.”

“Dude, it smells like oregano,” Oliver replied with one eyebrow raised. Oliver was an attractive eighteen-year-old with dark hair and features he inherited from his father. Though he didn’t have the man’s build, Oliver appeared athletic even if he wasn’t much of an athlete. “I think you wasted twenty bucks.”

“It was fifty for a bag, and it’s supposed to be the real deal,” Isaac replied, appearing crushed that Oliver was suspicious of Fornica’s efficacy. Isaac said something under his breath, but Oliver couldn’t make out the words.

“Sorry?” Oliver said.

“I bought three baggies,” Isaac repeated softly.

Oliver and Isaac had known each other for so long that neither remembered meeting nor when they became best friends. They grew up on the same street and shared years of experiences that bonded them, from running barefoot down Pembrooke Lane to playing video games at their babysitter’s apartment to coming out to each other as freshmen. Oliver and Isaac didn’t see eye to eye on everything, but it seemed like there was nothing that could come between them.

Isaac was born two months before Oliver but behaved like the younger of the two. This was most likely due to being raised by a fun-loving single dad like Mike, a motorcycle cop who always put his son first. Isaac was an attractive twunk with messy brown hair, a pale complexion, and full red lips. Where Oliver exuded confidence, Isaac was less comfortable in his own skin. For some reason, Isaac didn’t perceive himself in the same positive light that most of his classmates saw him.

“So, who told you about, uh… Fornica?” Oliver asked.

“Sam Thomas,” Isaac answered, the skepticism in his voice came through clearly.

“Uh-huh,” Oliver replied, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling. Sam was notorious for his inability to tell the truth since first arriving at the Hampton River Academy for Boys two years ago. “The same Sam Thomas who said he fingered Miss Grossman last Halloween?”

“Okay, well, nobody believed that story,” Isaac replied. “But he did swear he used this stuff to fuck the new barista at the Coffee Bean.”

“Let me guess,” Oliver said. “He sold you the last of his stuff out of the goodness of his heart?”

“No,” Isaac replied. “I begged him for a small sample, but he said he wouldn’t part with it. I had to order some for myself.”

“Really?” Oliver asked, growing more curious. Maybe there was something to the aphrodisiac that was worth exploring.

“Yep,” Isaac replied. “So, what do you think of my plan?”

“Using it on our dads?” Oliver asked, sniffing the leaves again and suddenly filled with a spark of hope. “Can you imagine if it actually worked? Are you sure you’re ready to get fucked by my dad?”

“He is so hot, Ollie,” Isaac answered. “I’ve been wanting this to happen forever. It’s all I’ve thought about since the Fornica arrived. I know you’ve fantasized about getting your cherry popped by my dad.”

“Well, yeah, of course,” Oliver replied, handing the baggie of Fornica back to Isaac. “I guess my nerves are getting to me. If this stuff really does what Sam claims, then I might just go on a camping trip I’ll finally enjoy.”

Last summer, while at a sleepover, Oliver and Isaac confessed that they were attracted to each other’s fathers. Since coming out, the teens never discussed their attraction to anyone outside their age group. Now they use encrypted messaging apps to share countless lengthy, elaborate fantasies about their fathers. However, though Oliver and Isaac were close, some desires were too dark to reveal.

A month ago, while sitting in the cafeteria toward the end of their lunch, Isaac asked if Oliver had ever been attracted to his own father. Until that day, the teen had never lied to his best friend. However, he couldn’t bring himself to be honest with Isaac. The truth was that Oliver’s attraction to his father, Vince, was deep-seated, and he wanted nothing more than to get fucked by the man. “Ewwwww!” Oliver replied convincingly, terminating the subject before revealing any secrets.

Vince Horner was a man’s man. The strong, silent type, he enjoyed hunting, sports, exploring the great outdoors, sex with his trophy wife, and not expressing many emotions. At forty-four, the stern former Navy Seal was in phenomenal shape, and his oldest son loved watching him parade around the house almost exclusively in tight boxer briefs and dog tags. Vince’s tanned, smooth frame was defined, and he kept his slightly graying hair unkempt. It was understood by those who knew him that Vince would pay no attention to someone he didn’t respect and never minced his words. The bearded father of four boys and two girls was as strict as he was handsome, and most people found him utterly intimidating. Nevertheless, Oliver jerked off to fantasies about Vince nightly and had the crusty bed sheets to prove it.

“We’re here, boys,” Vince Horner said, parking the car in a small gravel field surrounded almost entirely by redwoods. It was still a month away from Summer, but the sun shined bright over El Diablo National Park. “I told you we’d get here in under six hours.”

“Is this place open to the public, bud?” Mike asked as he looked around the desolate gravel parking lot.

“I told you it would be deserted,” Vince replied. “That’s the beauty of this place. You can be up here for a week and not run into another living being. I used to come camping with nothing more than a knife, flint, and the clothes on my back just to see how well I could live off the land.”

“That’s incredible, sir,” Isaac said, rubbing his crotch as he attempted to flatter Oliver’s father.

Vince nodded without responding to the teen. Though it was never said aloud, Oliver understood that, at best, Vince merely tolerated Isaac. The only young people Vince warmed to were his children. It also helped that Mike has been Vince’s closest friend since before their sons were born.

For as long as Oliver could remember, he had a crush on Mike Donaldson. The teen obsessively scrolled through Mike’s socials for photos and videos of the cop in his tight-fitting uniform, and there was plenty of material to lust over. Mike’s content consisted of clips of himself working out or sitting on his motorcycle, showing off his immense biceps and chest. The clean-cut brunette seemed to go viral every few months. He had gained a sizeable following for someone who consistently refused to reveal his cock to his passionate gay fans.

“How far are we from the campsite?” Mike asked. “Or is this it? Please say this isn’t it.”

“This isn’t it,” Vince replied. “It’s about four miles to the west.”

“R-really?” Isaac asked.

“I told you boys to pack light,” Vince replied with a frustrated sigh. “I suggest you pick out anything you don’t need for the weekend.”

“There’s no service out here,” Isaac said, accessing one app after another on his phone.

“I told you,” Oliver replied.

“Dude, I thought you were kidding,” Isaac whined. Oliver noticed Vince rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Just leave it here,” Oliver said, placing his phone under his father’s seat.

“But…” Isaac started.

“Son, it’ll be here when you get back,” Mike said. “It’ll do you good to put it away for a minute.”

“Fine,” Isaac replied, placing his phone under Mike’s seat.

The fathers and sons exited the car, unpacked their camping gear, and began the rest of their journey on foot. Based on Vince’s recommendation, each wore hiking boots, shorts, and light muscle tees to ensure their comfort. Vince led the way, walking through the dense forest as though following a clear path. As far as Oliver was concerned, their route had no apparent rhyme or reason. For all he knew, his father was meandering through the wild with no sense of direction. After almost an hour of hiking, they reached a small clearing in the middle of the redwoods.

“This is it,” Vince said, putting his small backpack on the ground. He carried the lightest load of the group.

“I’ll be honest, bud,” Mike said, “I was sure we were lost.”

“Same here, Dad,” Oliver admitted. “I’d never be able to get out of here on my own.”

“Me either,” Isaac said, looking around at the endless forest that seemed to have engulfed them. Oliver could tell that his best friend was nervous about being so deep in the woods.

“I’ve been here a hundred times, guys,” Vince grumbled, sensing the worry among the group. “I could have gotten to the campsite with my eyes closed. You’re safe. Trust me.”

“Of course we are,” Mike said, patting Vince on the back. “Now, how about we set up our home for the next few days?”

To the surprise of no one, Vince was the first to unpack and organize his camping gear. Naturally, he only brought the barest of necessities with him. There was a sleeping bag, canteen, folding chair, and backpack filled with survival items like a compass, flint, hunting knife, first aid supplies, and a large amount of rope to hang food from a tree in the slim chance a hungry bear came sniffing around. Vince sat back and watched with disappointment as Oliver fumbled with his tent. Still, the teen looked like an outdoors enthusiast compared to Mike and Isaac, who cursed up a storm while struggling to construct their tent.

“There… I think…” Mike said, standing back and letting go of the tent. The last two times he released it, the nylon shelter collapsed. “We did it. Good for us, son.”

“I’m shocked at how long that took,” Vince groaned. “Shocked.”

“It’s not a contest, bud,” Mike replied, trying to maintain his composure.

“That’s a good thing,” Vince said, removing his shirt and exposing his chiseled, tanned frame. His dog tags hung around his neck, swinging between his round pecs. “If it was, you would have lost. Badly.”

“Funny,” Mike said icily. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and began to flex his massive biceps. “Maybe we should arm wrestle if you’re so interested in competing with me.”

“I’m just having some fun, man,” Vince said. He smiled as he opened a small cooler and pulled out a craft beer, one of his few indulgences. “Here,” Vince said, holding out a bottle for Mike. “Take it. Consider it a peace offering.”

“It’s still a little early for me,” Mike said, stretching his hands behind his head. Oliver soaked in the man’s defined body and imagined being fucked roughly by his best friend’s father. “Maybe a little later.”

“Suit yourself,” Vince said, returning the beer to the cooler.

While Mike and Isaac unpacked their things, Vince and Oliver constructed a small firepit using rocks from around the campsite. Vince didn’t appear to notice being ogled by his teenage son. Oliver considered his father’s body a work of art and grew hard watching the man bend over and tighten his bare muscles. The teen looked over his shoulder and caught Isaac checking out Mike, whose ripped physique began to glisten with sweat. Oliver and Isaac shared a knowing glance, instantly revealing the one secret they had been keeping from each other.

Once the campsite was in order, Vince prepared a breakfast of sapote and passion fruit that he picked nearby. He promised the others he could sustain them solely on what he found in the wild, and so far, he had delivered. Over the years, survivalism had become a hobby of Vince’s. He was fascinated by the prospect of living off the land and tried to instill his passion in his children, but it remained a work in progress. After lunch, Vince walked everyone through the various foods one could expect to find in the forest and how to recognize common inedible plants. Oliver pretended to hang on to his father’s every word, but he pictured himself hanging over the side of his bed while Vince relentlessly railed him.

Around 10:30 a.m., the quartet went on a long hike through El Diablo National Park. Though Oliver was sure his father knew where he was going, the teen couldn’t shake the feeling they were lost. Everywhere he looked, each tree looked indistinguishable from the others. He nudged Isaac and told him they should fall behind slightly so they could talk privately.

“I couldn’t help noticing you checking out your dad back at the camp,” Oliver said. “Are you… into him?”

“What about you and your dad?” Isaac asked. “You looked like you were ready to let him fuck you. Is that what you want?”

The two friends remained silent as they slowed their pace to a crawl, and Oliver eventually confessed his true feelings. “Yes. Fuck. I’ve never said it out loud to anyone, but… yes. I can’t imagine myself sharing that with anyone else. Ever. What about you?”

After a long sigh, Isaac whispered, “Same. For a while now. He’s like the perfect man. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spied on him working out in the garage. Last week I listened to him fuck my mom, and I jacked off twice to it. Is something wrong with me?”

“No,” Oliver answered. “Look at our dads. They’re fucking gorgeous. We should use the Fornica on them when we get back and see how it plays out. Maybe they’ll both be into riding their own sons.”

“Can you imagine losing our virginity to them?” Isaac asked.

“Oh, I can,” Oliver replied. “I don’t care about the stigma. I want my dad to be the one to fuck me for the first time.”

“Me too,” Isaac said. “Why do you think I slept through the whole trip here? I was up most of the night jacking off to fantasies about my dad.”

As the teens fell further back behind their fathers, Oliver admitted to masturbating to his own desires. He described a recent wet dream in which he was chained to a stripper pole while an audience watched Vince fuck him. Isaac played with his cock while summarizing several short stories he had published online about a dad banging his son. He described them all as “wish fulfillment.”

Vince and Mike were out of view, but their sons could still hear them chatting and laughing up ahead. This allowed Oliver and Isaac to speak without fear of being overheard. Their incestuous fantasies got filthier and more elaborate as it became evident that the friends had established a judgment-free zone.

“Have you ever eaten your cum and pretended it was his?” Oliver asked.

“Every night,” Isaac replied. “Look,” he added, turning to show Oliver his boner pressing against the crotch of his shorts. “It hasn’t gone down since we started talking about this.”

“I wonder if we could sneak away to jack off?” Oliver asked.

“Fuck, yes,” Isaac replied, squeezing his dick. “Let’s go over to that tree and—”

“Isaac… boys?!?” Mike called out from what sounded like far off. “Are you still back there?”

“Yeah, Dad!” Isaac shouted. “We’ll be right there!”

“Shit…” Oliver groaned. “I’ve got blue balls.”

“Me too!” Isaac said. “I need to get off. You’re really cool with using the Fornica when we get back to camp?”

“Definitely,” Oliver replied. “We can slip it into their beers. Did you bring it all?”

“Yep,” Isaac answered. “All three baggies.”

“Perfect,” Oliver said. “As soon as we get back, you can distract—”

“Oliver Timothy Horner…” Vince bellowed in a tone Oliver had come to fear above anything else.

“Coming, sir!” Oliver replied, racing in the direction of his father’s voice. Isaac followed close behind. “Fuck… they must have gotten way ahead of us.”

“God, your dad freaks me the fuck out when he gets angry,” Isaac whispered.

“How do you think I feel?!?” Oliver replied.

The teens entered another clearing, though smaller than the one where they had set up camp. Vince and Mike stood beside a pair of strangers, a breathtaking Latino man in his late twenties or early thirties and a frail-looking teenager. Immediately, Oliver imagined that the two might be lovers, and Vince and Mike had probably intruded on them. The older man was at least 6’5” and covered in muscle. The stranger eclipsed Mike, who prided himself on his size and stature. His enormous arms were covered in tattoos, and he was popping out of the jeans and muscle shirt he wore. The bespectacled teenager was a solid foot shorter and looked like a gentle breeze might blow him over. His tiny body swam in the cargo shorts and t-shirt he wore, and he kept his wavy brown hair long on top.

“There you are,” Vince said, visibly upset with his son.

“Sorry, Dad… um, sir,” Oliver replied.

“Boys, we just ran into Rick and his nephew Jasper,” Vince said. “They drove all the way down from Oregon.”

“Nice to meet you, fellas,” Rick said, reaching to shake Oliver’s hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’ve been promising to bring Jasper out here for years, but his mother is a bit overprotective. Now that he’s about to graduate, she figured he was old enough. Well, Jasper… say something, small fry.”

“Hey,” the young man said quietly as he pushed up his glasses.

“He’s shy,” Rick explained, towering over his nephew. He held the young man close and smiled. “I used to come down this way once or twice a year. I’m surprised it’s still off everybody’s radar. These redwoods are breathtaking.”

“They really are,” Mike said. “You ought to drop by our camp if you have some time. We’re going to be around all weekend.”

“We’ll be sure to do that,” Rick replied, his arm still around his timid nephew. “What do you think, Jasper?”

Jasper blushed and nodded. Oliver had never met anyone as shy as Jasper and couldn’t help but imagine the young man pierced on his uncle’s shaft. Though unlikely anything sexual existed between them, Oliver preferred his perverted fantasy.

On the way back to the camp, the teens allowed space between them and their fathers to finalize their plan. It was simple. Once they returned, Oliver would offer the fathers a cold, refreshing beer. Isaac would then distract the men while Oliver laced each drink with a baggie of the Fornica. Isaac explained that it could take thirty minutes to an hour before their dads feel the effects.

“Rick seemed like a good guy,” Mike said to Vince.

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Vince replied. “He was awful handsy with that nephew of his.”

“I think he was just being affectionate with the boy,” Mike said. “Do you think there was… um… something sexual going on between him and Jasper?”

“I’m sorry to say it crossed my mind,” Vince replied.

“Wow, bud,” Mike said, shaking his head in disgust. “That’s reprehensible. His own flesh and blood.”

“Mm-hmm…” Vince said. “I’ve got half a mind to contact the boy’s mother. She ought to be warned that her brother’s relationship with her son might be inappropriate.”

“I could probably find his personal information when I arrive at the station on Tuesday,” Mike said. “Thinking of that man harming a hair on Jasper’s cute head is making my blood boil.”

“We’ll keep an eye on him when he drops by later,” Vince said. “If we get a whiff of anything untoward going on between the two, we can decide on our next steps.”

When the group returned to the campsite, Oliver innocently asked Vince and Mike if they would like “a refreshing cold one.” Isaac cautiously snuck two baggies of the Fornica from his backpack and slipped them to his cohort. While Oliver pulled a pair of beers from Vince’s cooler, Isaac asked the men if he had adequately staked down his tent. As the men examined Isaac’s tent-erecting skills, Oliver opened the bottles and stuffed each with a baggie of the dried weed. He gently shook both drinks to successfully combine the aphrodisiac with the beer.

“Here you go,” Oliver said, handing the bottles to Vince and Mike.

“You didn’t sneak a sip, did you?” Vince asked, carefully inspecting his drink.

“No, sir,” Oliver answered, swallowing what saliva he had in his mouth.

Vince generally made his son nervous, and the thought of drugging the man only compounded the teen’s anxiety. Oliver’s gut told him to jump forward and smack the bottles out of the men’s hands. Still, his desire to lose his virginity was too powerful to listen to common sense.

“Your boy would never,” Mike laughed. “You raised a good kid, bud. We both did.”

Oliver winked at Isaac, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. Packing the bottles with Fornica was much easier than expected. He turned toward his tent to discard the empty baggies and noticed the words “Maximum Strength” on the adhesive label. Was this the same product Sam Thomas used to hook up with the barista? Oliver noticed that the corner of the label was peeled back slightly, so he pulled it open to discover an ominous warning inside:

Do not consume more than a single pinch in one 24-hour period. Every pouch of Fornica contains 20 doses.

Under no circumstances is Fornica to be combined with alcohol. If misuse occurs, find a safe shelter from the drug’s user and contact the proper authorities immediately for assistance.

“What in the…?” Oliver said under his breath, turning to find Vince and Mike chugging their beers. They were finished in under thirty seconds. “Oh no…”

“That’s strange…” Vince said, bringing his hand to his neck. He began clearing his throat while moving his tongue around inside his mouth. “It tasted like… grass or something was in my drink.”

“Yeah… (ahem)…” Mike replied, picking at his teeth. “Mine too. Do you think you could have picked up a bad batch?”

“Perhaps,” Vince said, rubbing his forehead and squinting. “Huh. It’s hitting me harder than usual. Wow… talk about a head rush.”

“Me too, bud,” Mike replied, running his hand over his pecs. “Weird… feels like I’m… I don’t know…”

Oliver rushed discreetly to Isaac, grabbed his friend by the arm, and pulled him to the opposite side of the clearing. “Why in the hell did you get Maximum Strength?” Oliver asked. His anxiety increased exponentially as he watched the fathers grow lightheaded from the Fornica. “Is that what Sam recommended?”

“No, I just figured it would last longer,” Isaac answered. “Why? What’s wrong? Do you think we should back out of this?”

“Isaac, did you seriously not read the warning label?” Oliver replied, slapping the empty baggies into Isaac’s hand. He turned to look at Vince and Mike again; they were trying to hide their boners from each other.

“What are you talking about?” Isaac asked, reviewing the warning. His expression turned to shock. He looked at Oliver and then back at the baggie. “I don’t get it. W-why would we have to call the authorities? Does that mean the police?”

“I feel… different…” Vince said, fondling his crotch.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Mike replied. He looked at the teens, rubbing his body and pressing his fingers into his skin. “I feel like I’m getting angry and… horny.”

“How the fuck is it working so fast?” Isaac asked.

“I don’t know, dude,” Oliver replied. “Shit. Shit. Shit. What are we going to—”

“Son… what did you put in our beers?” Vince asked, moving toward Oliver and Isaac like a predator. His cock looked like it could tear through the front of his shorts.

“Dad… we… I mean, um…” Oliver replied, his voice quivering as he began to sob.

“We won’t be angry, boys,” Mike said coldly, walking behind Vince with his hand fastened to his crotch.

Oliver could feel his heartbeat increasing as Vince and Mike closed in. Their entire demeanor had changed. There was a darkness about them, and the lust in their eyes was unambiguous. And frightening. Oliver’s first thought was to run because he knew he was in danger.

“Dad… Mr. Donaldson… we did something stupid…” Oliver said as he quickly confessed to slipping the Fornica into the beers. Explaining why didn’t come out as easily, so Isaac stepped in to help. The fathers looked at each other, nodding and smiling throughout their sons’ admission like they shared a secret silent language. Throughout the story, Oliver continued to step back, casually looking over his shoulder for an escape route.  

“So, you just wanted… what exactly, Oliver?” Vince asked, beads of sweat trickling down his body. “An experience with an older man?”

“Do you know how sick that sounds?” Mike asked. He moved beside Vince, his rigid boner leaking through the front of his shorts. “We’re your dads. And we’re straight. We fuck women…”

“Yeah, not a pair of horny faggots who can’t find boys their own age to fuck them,” Vince said, grabbing Oliver by the arm and squeezing. “I thought you were pathetic before, son, but this… fuck… I doubt you could sink any lower.”

It was as if every cruel facet of Vince and Mike’s personalities had surfaced, replacing the upstanding family men. Their humanity had been taken over by primal instincts. Isaac began to sob. The pressure on Oliver’s forearm intensified, and he tried to free himself from his father’s grip.

“My faggot son wants his daddy’s cock, huh?” Vince said, shoving Oliver to the ground. “Did you want me to make love to you, faggot?”

“Dad, I’m sorry…” Oliver said, kneeling in front of Vince’s crotch. The man clutched the back of Oliver’s head and pressed the teen’s face against his dick. “Dad… stop it…”

“That shit got us hard, boys,” Vince said. “Feels like my cock won’t ever get soft again.” The pungent aroma of Vince’s shaft was intense, right through the man’s shorts.

“You ever fuck a guy?” Vince asked Mike.

“I’ve never even thought about fucking a guy, bud,” Mike chortled, grabbing Isaac and wrapping his muscled arms around his son. “That’s about to change.”

“Don’t… don’t!!!” Isaac shrieked as Mike began grinding against the teen.

“Me either,” Vince said, staring into Oliver’s eyes. “Can you imagine how tight their holes must be? I’ll bet they’d have a hell of a time taking a pair of horse cocks like ours.”

“Oh, yeah,” Mike agreed, grabbing Isaac’s hand and bringing it to his throbbing shaft. “Feels big, doesn’t it, son? That’s nine inches of pure suffering. You sure you want to lose your virginity on this thing?”

“Are you giving him a choice?” Vince asked, still dry-humping Oliver’s face.

“Hell no,” Mike replied with a threatening smile.

“Dad… we screwed up,” Isaac whimpered, trying to twist himself from Mike’s arms. The father easily overpowered his terrified son. “Can’t we just stop for a second and talk?”

“Your little pussy of a son is scared shitless,” Vince said as he continued sliding his cock against Oliver’s face. “Both of them are.”

“Wh-what are you g-going to d-do?” Oliver asked, trembling.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vince said in a jovial tone. “We’re going to rape both you boys.”

Somehow Oliver gathered the energy to pull himself from his father’s grip, catching both men by surprise. He spun in the opposite direction and escaped directly into the woods. There was no time to work out where he was headed, only that he needed to move as quickly as possible. Oliver heard the leaves crunching beneath his feet, his breathing racing faster than his legs, and his father laughing in the distance.

“You had better stop, boy!” Vince yelled. “You’re only making this worse for yourself.”

“Run, Oliver!” Isaac shouted. “Your dad is coming—OWWW!!! Dad!!!”

There was no sense in Oliver trying to outrun his father. Vince was practically an athlete. The only option was to duck behind a tree and pray he could at least hide from the man. For twenty minutes, the teen remained still. There was no sign of his father, and he began to feel a sense of calm. He surveyed his surroundings, working out the route out of the forest and back to the car. His phone was half charged when they left, so it likely had enough battery life to call for help. Oliver took a deep breath, stood, and started toward the west.

“Did you really think you’d gotten away from me?” Vince asked, coming from around the tree Oliver was hiding behind.

Once again, Oliver made a run for it. Before traveling a single yard, he felt something hit his ankle, causing him to slam to the forest floor. “Daddy… please…” he mumbled before everything went black.

“Wakey-wakey, faggot,” Vince said, smacking his son’s cheek.

“Huh…?” Oliver muttered, having momentarily forgotten his whereabouts. He was on his knees, and his wrists were uncomfortable. “Oh no…”

When the teen awakened, he had been undressed, and his wrists were tied together with his father’s rope, tethered to a redwood on the edge of the campsite with about five feet of slack. Isaac was beside him in the same state. Oliver attempted tugging his arms away, but it was useless. Vince was an expert at tying knots. The teens weren’t the only ones in the buff. Mike crouched behind Isaac, stroking his long cock while grabbing his son’s asscheeks.

“Are you excited, faggot?” Vince asked, pushing the sticky head of his cock against his son’s bottom. “Hmm? Let me feel for myself.” Vince reached around Oliver’s waist and closed his fingers around the teen’s flaccid cock. “Is your son as limp as mine?” he asked Mike while wagging Oliver’s eight-inch cock from side to side.

“Let me give him a feel,” Mike replied, clutching Isaac’s six-inch dick. “Shit… what’s wrong with these boys? I thought this was what they wanted?” Mike fastened his rigid cock between his son’s legs and began thrusting back and forth along the taint. “Doesn’t this get you hot, faggot?”

“Come on, Dad… stop…” Isaac whined. “And s-stop using that word.”

“Not on your life, faggot,” Mike laughed, increasing the speed of his hips. “Shit, I’m gonna need to pop this faggot’s cherry.”

“Let’s get them hard first,” Vince said.

“What did you have in mind?” Mike asked.

A few minutes later, Vince and Mike were stooped beneath their sons, sucking the young men off. Oliver gasped and moaned, watching his fat dick disappear inside his father’s mouth. Though Vince claimed to have never touched a man, he indeed appeared comfortable deepthroating one.

Oliver turned to check in on Isaac, who was in the middle of receiving a sloppy blowjob. Mike noisily swallowed his son’s dick, letting swaths of saliva fall upon his round pecs. The cop continuously pulled the shaft from his mouth to unabashedly slap it against his tongue or face. Isaac could do nothing but alternate between whimpers and moans as his father took advantage of him.

“My boy’s filling my mouth with precum,” Vince informed Mike as he rubbed the head of Oliver’s dick over his lips. “I think he likes being sucked off by his daddy. How about yours?”

“He’s sniveling like a little bitch, but he’s getting into it,” Mike answered, twisting his hand around Isaac’s saliva-covered cock. “Isn’t that right, faggot?”

“Dad… stop…” Isaac begged. “This isn’t how we wanted it to happen…”

“Oh, yeah?” Mike replied before going down on his son again. He pulled his head back and let several more strands of saliva fall onto his wet tits. “What did you expect?”

“Yeah, did you boys think we’d curl beside you at night and make sweet, romantic love?” Vince laughed, playfully swatting Oliver’s dick. “Son, we’ve got wives at home for that.” He reached around to Oliver’s asshole and shoved two fingers knuckle deep into the teen. Oliver wailed and tried pulling away, but Vince’s fingers were secured deep inside his son’s anus. “No, today you faggots are going to get something you’ll never forget.”

“Mmm-hmm…” Mike replied, his mouth fastened around Isaac’s cock.

The fathers had transformed into carnal beasts, enthusiastically crossing the line with their sons. If either man had reservations about their actions, they hid it well. The overdosage of Fornica combined with alcohol dramatically altered the men, causing them to succumb to the whims of their libidos. Neither displayed any concern for the welfare of their helpless victims. Oliver’s dream encounter had become a nightmare.

“Dad… ooohhh…” Oliver howled as Vince’s finger crudely circled the teen’s anal cavity. His knees felt like they would buckle once Vince reached Oliver’s prostate, which might have been more pleasurable than getting blown. “Aahh… oh… oh fuck… I’m about to… to…”

As soon as Oliver started cumming, he thought he might pass out. This was no ordinary orgasm. For the first time since turning eighteen, he felt like an adult. His body contorted as he filled his father’s mouth with a fresh batch of warm cum. Vince was undeterred by the force of Oliver’s orgasm. The man continued sucking the teen’s cock, sliding his tongue around the base while ingesting Oliver’s seed.

“Shit, bud, did you get all of it?” Mike asked, stroking Isaac’s shaft.

“Nnnngh… every goddamn drop,” Vince said, showing off his clean tongue. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.”

“Is that right?” Mike said, staring up at Isaac. He started rapidly beating his son’s dick, curious to sample another man’s cream. “You’re getting close, aren’t you, faggot? Sure you are… come on… I want you to shoot all over my goddamn face… come on… you’re almost there… oh, yeah… come on…”

“Oh… oh… Dad… aahh…” Isaac moaned as thick ribbons of cum splashed across his father’s face. Mike’s mouth opened wide to catch half his son’s juices, but he also seemed to enjoy having it rush down his face.

“Good boy,” Mike grunted, smearing cum over his lips with Isaac’s dick. “You enjoyed getting your cock sucked, didn’t you?” Mike turned back to Vince and said, “Mmm… look at my fucking face, bud. Did your boy shoot this much jizz down your throat?”

“More,” Vince replied. “They needed to get off.”

“Just like their daddies,” Mike said, a sinister smile crossing his face. Mike held his dick and slapped it against his palm. “You ready to watch me pound my son?”

“We can watch each other,” Vince replied, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

“Let’s fuckin’ do it, bud,” Mike said. “It’s time to stick our dicks in our boys!”

Oliver remained still, aware that his only option was to brace himself. He looked at Isaac, his friend futilely trying to pull himself free from Vince’s restraints. Mike laughed as he stood and moved behind his frightened son, clasping the teen’s ass so hard that it looked like it would bruise.

“A boy should lose his virginity to his dad,” Mike said, poking his dick repeatedly against Isaac’s ass. Each time it pressed into the teen’s flesh, Isaac pled in vain for his father to stop. “I don’t think this faggot is ready for his daddy’s big dick. Feel that, boy? Do you feel that dick pushing inside you?”

“No!” Isaac shouted, failing to wriggle free from Mike’s hold.

“That’s too fuckin’ bad, faggot!” Mike barked, tightening his grip on Isaac’s waist and jostling the teen. “Can you believe this ungrateful brat? I’m trying to show him a good goddamn time!”

“Uh-huh,” Vince said, standing behind Oliver. He couldn’t be bothered with what transpired between Mike and Isaac. He moved two fingers back and forth between Oliver’s asscheeks. “Fuck… you’re so smooth, son. So innocent. You don’t want me to fuck you, do you?”

“N-no, sir,” Oliver replied.

“But you know I will?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you know it’s going to be rough?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, boy,” Vince said, running his hand down his son’s leg and feeling the teen’s body tremble. “I taught my kids to be realistic.”

“Yes, sir.”

As Vince knelt behind his son to spread the teen’s asscheeks, Oliver was startled by the noises coming from Isaac. They echoed throughout the campsite and beyond, causing the birds to fly from the trees above in unison. Mike didn’t pussyfoot around. After lubing himself with saliva, the cop plunged his cock balls deep into his teenage son. Spit-shining his shaft was the only act of kindness Mike showed Isaac.

While Isaac’s brutal skewering continued, Oliver felt his father’s face push between his asscheeks. At first, the teen thought his hole was being tickled by Vince’s pinky finger. A wave of pleasure tumbled over Oliver, and it became clear that he was being eaten out. A trickle of precum leaked from the head of Oliver’s dick, and the teen wished he could comfortably masturbate while getting rimmed by Vince.

“Ooohhh… Daaaad…” Oliver moaned, watching his best friend’s body flailing during his father’s assault. “Ah… oh… ah… not so hard…”

“What the fuck are you doing, bud?” Mike shouted at Vince. “Aren’t you going to give that cute boy a pounding?!?”

“I can’t help myself,” Vince admitted, running his tongue up Oliver’s asscheeks. “I need to taste his sweet hole before it gets spoiled.”

“You’ve got more willpower than me,” Mike replied, lifting Isaac off the ground by a few inches while driving his cock into the teen. Isaac’s legs swung limply as he wailed for his father to stop. “Listen to this little faggot! Sounds like he didn’t realize what a big fat dick his daddy has! Nnnghh… nnnghhh… he’s going to get used to it this weekend, that’s for sure!”

“S-stop…” Isaac implored, but only Oliver listened. Oliver looked over his shoulder repeatedly, hoping Rick would appear and bring an end to Vince and Mike’s unconscionable attack.

“Mmm… this fucking boypussy…” Vince said, greedily driving his tongue into Oliver’s hole. “So fucking tasty. My dick isn’t going to fit in you easily, though, boy.”

Although Vince’s tongue gave Oliver intense gratification, the man’s fingers pressed deep into his son’s skin. It felt like Vince might pull the teen’s flesh from the bones. Every time Oliver pushed his ass back, Vince’s hold tightened. It was like the man did not want his son to experience pleasure without a bit of pain. The teen wondered if this was indicative of what was to come.

“Mmm… I’m going to do all the things I’d like to do to your mother,” Vince said, pulling his tongue from his son’s wet asshole. He rubbed his beard against Oliver’s inner asscheeks, causing the teen’s body to tremble with delight. “She always makes me slow down. God, that drives me nuts. Have you listened to us fuck?”

“Aaahhh… no, sir,” Oliver replied, relishing every brush of his father’s beard.

“What about you, faggot?” Vince said to Isaac, who seemed hardly aware of his surroundings. Vince stood and took a closer look at Mike’s exhausted son. “Hey… is he still awake?”

“Nnnghhh… he’s talking to you, faggot!” Mike barked at Isaac while hammering into him. Oliver had never seen someone as large as Mike move so fast. “Do you ever spy on me fucking your mother? You’d better tell the truth. I can always tell when you’re lying to me.”

“Ungh… s-some… sometimes…” Isaac answered, his limbs rocking erratically while his dad used him like a fleshlight.

“My fucking son…” Mike chortled. “He must have really wanted this cock!”

“Then give it to him, man,” Vince said, stroking his rigid shaft.

“Shit, that’s what I’ve been doing!” Mike growled, fighting to increase his speed.

Vince slid his cock across Oliver’s asscheeks, a warning that the time had come for the teen to lose his virginity. Oliver’s anxiety was overwhelming. He bit down on his lip, fighting back tears as the head of Vince’s cock pushed against his asshole. He turned one last time to look for Rick again. Nobody was coming to save the teens. “Do not give him the satisfaction of crying,” Oliver told himself. Vince’s cock moved slowly inside his son like he wanted the teen to fully comprehend its size. Oliver considered telling his father to stop but was certain any protests would be ignored. Or worse, met with punishment. Plus, Oliver believed Vince would be aroused by his son’s pleas.

“Fuck… nngh… you’re so much tighter than I expected,” Vince said once his dick was buried inside his son. “There… goddamn… I can only imagine what it would be like to squeeze two dicks in here…”

“Damn right!” Mike laughed.

“Ungh… f-fuck…” Oliver said, feeling every muscle on his body tightening. Vince’s pelvis started moving back and forth, quickly picking up speed. “Uh… oh…”

“Awww yeah… ride it, faggot… ride Daddy’s fucking cock!” Vince cackled, grabbing Oliver’s shoulders and delivering ten inches of pulsating meat. The man had the stamina of an Olympian and summoned all his energy to assault his son. “Look at that tight, smooth hole swallow Daddy’s cock!”

“Woo hoo!” Mike shouted while railing his groggy son. “You should see Ollie’s face, bud! He is not having a good time… at… all!”

Oliver wished he had the composure to put up a front, but he never imagined how difficult it would be to take his father’s dick. Especially at the velocity it was being plunged into his guts. As far as the teen was concerned, Vince might as well have been ramming a baseball bat inside him. Oliver’s ears rang, and his eyes watered as he hung on, waiting for his torment to end. Would it get easier? Would the Fornica eventually wear off? As Vince relentlessly fucked Oliver, the teen tried to distract himself with anything that might take his mind off his father’s violation.

“Nngh… this is a fucking gift for my cock,” Vince gasped. “You faggots are probably regretting… nnnghhh… drugging us, but you shouldn’t! You deserve to get your cherries popped by men with some experience under their belts.”

“And big fuckin’ dicks!” Mike added.

“That too,” Vince laughed.

As the encounter went on, Oliver continued to lose his balance. He was too far from the tree to brace himself, so he had to rely on Vince to hold him upright. The grip the man had on his son was as firm as ever. If he were to let go, Oliver would have either been flung to the ground or against the tree.

“I’ve got you, faggot,” Vince snarled. “Nnghh… I’m still your dad, after all. I’ll always take care of you.”

Mike’s grunts became more pronounced. Oliver watched as the red-faced cop banged his son’s limp body. Isaac’s soaked hair flapped like a mop as his father barreled toward an explosive orgasm.

“Fuck… I’m getting so close, faggot,” Mike grumbled, his body slick with sweat. He looked like an oiled-up bodybuilder, especially with the sun shining hard on his slick, musclebound frame. “Oh… son… Daddy’s gonna spoil that hole! Ah… ah… ah… FUUUUCK!!!”

Mike didn’t release his son until he was finished shooting his wad. He eventually let Isaac’s body slink to the ground, the weary teen breathing erratically and nearly unconscious. Oliver was astounded to see that Mike’s dick remained rock hard after popping out of Isaac’s hole. Oliver wanted to believe Mike would spare him, but the sadistic cop held his dick while staring at the teen. Mike specifically eyed Oliver’s empty mouth.

“Do you think he’s any good at sucking dick?” Mike asked Vince, stepping in front of the teen.

“Probably not,” Vince answered. “But he’s a fast learner. Nnnghhh… always has been.”

“Yeah, I guess he doesn’t have a choice,” Mike laughed, pinching the head of his wet shaft in front of Oliver’s face. It looked sticky, a droplet of cum oozing from the crimson tip. “What do you think, junior? Want to learn how it feels to be spit roasted by two king-sized cocks?” Mike grabbed the top of Oliver’s head and shoved his manhood into the teen’s mouth. “Don’t think I’ll wait for an answer!”

It turned out that ping-ponging between two powerful men was just as difficult as it sounded. Both fathers held Oliver steady as they viciously pumped their dicks into his young, inexperienced holes. Mike repeatedly slapped Oliver’s face, delivering instructions on controlling his gag reflex. It was useless because Oliver couldn’t hear clearly over all his coughing. The slapping of Vince’s balls on the teen’s ass only made Mike’s direction less audible.

“He’s stronger than he looks, isn’t he?” Mike said, his hands running over Oliver’s head while sinking his cock down the teen’s windpipe. “Just wish he’d stop all that coughing!”

“Hold on,” Vince groaned, jerking his shaft from Oliver and smacking the teen’s asscheek. He shoved Oliver to his knees, walked before his son, and knelt on the gravel. “Okay, you need to pay attention, faggot, because we’re only going through this once,” Vince snarled, taking Mike’s dick in his hand. “You need to remember two things: breathe through your nose and relax your goddamn throat. If you do this, it won’t matter how hard a man rapes your face. Watch and learn.”

“You sure about this, bud?” Mike asked.

“Do your worst,” Vince replied.

Mike took Vince’s offer to heart. Seizing his best friend’s hair, the cop stuffed his dick straight down Vince’s throat. Mike rage-fucked Vince’s face, his hips bounding like he had received a shot of adrenaline. Oliver sat stunned at how cool his father remained. And capable. The Fornica altered the men, turning them into turbulent sex machines able to fulfill any sexual desire.

“Shit, bud… suck it,” Mike grunted. “Now that’s a goddamn blowjob. You taking notes, faggot?”

Oliver nodded, his mouth filling with saliva.

“Did you notice how I didn’t cough or gag once?” Vince asked his son, pulling away from Mike’s dick. “It wasn’t easy, but I maintained my focus.”

“Show him again,” Mike demanded, poking his dripping shaft between Vince’s lips.

For a second time, Vince swallowed Mike’s cock with pure zeal. The man was genuinely excited to have a dick in his mouth, and Mike was equally thrilled. While sucking off his friend, Vince turned enough to ensure his son was still watching. Oliver didn’t understand why, but the moment their eyes met, he felt the blood rush to his dick.

“Nnnghhh… suck it, bud!” Mike shouted. He looked at Oliver and let his tongue hang out, evidently appreciating Vince’s top-notch oral skills. “Yeah… teach your boy how to suck cock like a good little faggot!”

“I think I’ve got it now,” Oliver said, relatively sure of himself. “Can I show you?”

Although being sexually assaulted by his father was devastating, Oliver found it difficult to watch Mike aggressively handle Vince. There was only one way to stop it: offer himself to the men. Mike sighed when Vince released his cock and stood up. The cop was frustrated that he didn’t get to cum inside his best friend’s mouth.

“This had better be good, faggot,” Mike sneered, holding his dick to Oliver’s lips.

“Untie me first,” Oliver demanded.

“So you can run again?” Mike chortled. “Are you for real, kid?”

“I won’t,” Oliver promised. “I’d never get away. Dad knows it.”

“(Ahem)… he’s right,” Vince said, rubbing his neck and clearing his throat. Mike’s hostile face-fucking was physically strenuous, but Vince seemed unbothered. Vince reached for Oliver’s wrists and began untying the knots. “You know this doesn’t mean we’re going any easier on you, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied.

“Then let’s see what you’ve learned,” Vince said.

“Yes, sir.”

Oliver understood that he was at the mercy of the fathers and could do nothing but comply with their brutish whims. He rubbed his wrists once the ropes were removed to get the circulation back to his arms. He needed a long break but was bright enough not to make such requests. The two men stood before him, waiting to have their engorged cocks sucked, and they weren’t going to wait for the teen to feel his best.

“Who’s first?” Oliver asked, reaching up to stroke each man’s dick.

“Don’t touch mine unless it’s going in your mouth, faggot,” Mike warned. Shaken, Oliver quickly pulled his hand away from Mike’s rod and went for Vince’s. “Suck your daddy. Show us what you’ve learned.”

The moment Oliver’s mouth opened, Vince put his son’s throat to the ultimate test. As expected, Vince became a monster. The man’s hips jolted back and forth at full speed, and Oliver struggled to manage his father’s dick. However, the teen kept up. Like a man examining a used car, Vince wanted to determine his son’s abilities. He went fast, deep, and forceful, but Oliver was up for the challenge.

“Looking good, faggot,” Mike said, leaning forward and spitting on the teen’s face. “Don’t expect any awards or merit badges, though. This isn’t summer camp… it’s a goddamn raping!”

Hearing the fathers casually throw around such an awful word shook Oliver. But the longer it continued, the less miserable he felt about his circumstance. This wasn’t how he wanted to lose his virginity. Still, the grunts and groans from his assailants as he went back and forth between their dicks suggested they were enjoying themselves. Oliver wondered what would happen if Rick and Jasper did arrive.

Would they join in?

“I’d say he’s gotten the hang of it,” Vince said, wiping his wet shaft over his son’s face. “Better than his mom, that’s for sure.”

“Shit, the last time my wife gave me a blowjob was on our honeymoon,” Mike replied, beating his dick. “I forgot what I was missing.”

“Mmm… I’m getting close,” Vince said, walking around Oliver and crouching behind the teen. “I’m going to finish in his asshole.”

“Ready for a cum bath, faggot?” Mike asked, stepping forward and grabbing Oliver by the chin. The teen’s throat was far too sore to answer. “Get back on my fuckin’ dick!” the cop barked. He clutched Oliver’s head and returned to banging the teen’s face. “Aaahhh… yeah… we’ve got us an expert cocksucker right here! I don’t know if I’m going to be ready to leave on Monday!”

“If we’re lucky, we might find some other holes to fuck while we’re out here,” Vince said, inserting his saturated cock inside his son. “Think you could take Rick if he came around with that adorable nephew of his?”

“Only if we caught him by surprise, bud,” Mike replied. “That dude was huge.”

“Hmmm… I wonder if we can get him on our side?” Vince said.

“Meaning?” Mike asked.

The two men discussed their plan as they ruthlessly fucked Oliver from both ends. As vicious as they were, Oliver could feel his tolerance for rough sex building. The teen glanced toward his best friend, who remained still on the ground a few feet away. Isaac opened and shut his eyes quickly. “Fucking bastard,” Oliver thought. “He’s playing possum.” Isaac must have believed the men wouldn’t assault him while unconscious. Oliver wasn’t so naive.

“I think my boy enjoys dick more than yours!” Vince said, holding Oliver’s hips firmly while plugging the teen.

“Mine was just caught off guard,” Mike replied, his grip tightening on Oliver’s head. The cop didn’t enjoy being provoked by Vince. “He’s got the whole weekend to redeem himself.”

“So you think he’ll be able to take both our cocks?” Vince asked.

“Sure thing,” Mike answered without hesitation. “The Donaldson men were built tough!” the cop proclaimed, releasing his hands from Oliver’s skull to flex both arms.

“Yeah, but can he take two fat dicks in his asshole at the same time?” Vince asked.

“What?!?” Isaac cried. The teen jumped up from where he lay and pulled in vain at his restraints. “Dad… you can’t let him do that to me!”

“I knew you were still awake,” Vince said, slamming as hard as ever against Oliver. “If my boy can take it, you can too, faggot!”

“Dad…” Isaac sobbed.

“Don’t embarrass me more than you already have, boy,” Mike said, seething with rage. “We’re going to put your bodies through some serious shit this weekend. You better start learning to accept it.”

While devastating Oliver’s throat, Mike scolded his son. The cop vowed to perform a barrage of sexual acts on Isaac, some of which turned Oliver’s stomach. Whenever he thought the men couldn’t move faster, they left him completely bewildered. The sounds of their bodies smacking against Oliver’s smaller frame obscured everything else happening around them, including Isaac’s weeping.

“Fuck me… never felt so fucking horny in my goddamn life,” Mike asserted, pulling Oliver’s head to his groin. “I’m gonna flood that fuckin’ mouth, faggot. Ooohhh… oh, fuck… oh, fuck me… aaahhh…”

Warm semen splashed against the back of Oliver’s throat like it came from a hose turned on full blast. The teen instinctively pulled away, but Mike held Oliver in place. While the cum traveled down to his stomach, Oliver could do nothing but swallow while Vince continued banging him.

“Nnnghhh… did he drink it all?” Vince asked proudly. This was rare for the father, who was exceptionally difficult to please.

“Ooohhh… hmm… sure looks that way,” Mike said, giving Oliver a once over to make sure cum wasn’t dripping down the teen’s face. “You must have been hungry, faggot,” Mike laughed while stroking his cock.

“He may have a small waist, but he’s always been a bottomless pit,” Vince said, wrapping his arms around Oliver’s sweaty torso. “I’ve got more for you, faggot. Are you my little cum dump? Hmmm? Are you Daddy’s cum dump?”

“… ech… y-yes… s-sir…” Oliver croaked, his throat feeling like he had swallowed a handful of jagged pebbles.

“Guess he won’t be singing with us around the campfire tonight,” Mike laughed. “Do it, bud… soil that boy’s asshole. Just like you do with his mom.”

“Fuck… nnnghhh… he’s stronger than his mother,” Vince replied. “She could never take a dicking like this… nnghh…” Vince’s hold tightened, making it a challenge for Oliver to breathe. “Oh… oh Christ… I’m cumming… AAAHHH… AAAHHH…”

Oliver’s feet gave out, but Mike rushed forward to help hold the teen until Vince’s orgasm finished. Everything spun wildly for the vulnerable young man as his asshole was flooded with cum for the first time. This was only the beginning. Oliver wasn’t sure, but it must have been around 1 p.m. on Friday afternoon. He couldn’t imagine how many more times he would be fucked before finally leaving El Diablo National Park.

“Shit… that felt so fucking good,” Vince said, gyrating his pelvis so his swollen dick circled his son’s anal cavity. Oliver clenched his teeth, caught off guard by how difficult it was to handle his father’s cock in this manner. Once the man eventually pulled out, he forced two fingers inside his son’s gaping hole. “What a filthy mess,” Vince said, kneeling behind the teen. “Mmm… I’d better clean it up.”

“Sweet Jesus…” Mike gasped. “You’re gonna really eat the spunk you just shot in your boy’s hole?”

“Why let it go to waste?” Vince replied, taking long laps between Oliver’s cum-soaked asscheeks. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Fuck it,” Mike replied, walking over to satiate his curiosity.

The fathers took turns lapping the cum from Oliver’s swollen asshole, and Mike became consumed with the taste. After feasting on the lion’s share of Vince’s cream, Mike begged his best friend to ejaculate into his mouth. Feeling generous, Vince pushed Mike onto his back and fucked the cop’s throat while their sons watched. Isaac appeared repulsed, while Oliver could barely conceal his arousal.

“Got enough?” Vince asked after serving Mike with a second helping of cum.

“Not nearly,” Mike replied, holding Vince’s dick and squeezing out the last droplets of the man’s seed. “But it’ll have to do for now.”

“I think we’ve given these two faggots enough of a break,” Vince said, crawling toward Isaac. The teen scooted backward, but there was nowhere to go since he was still confined to the tree. “Kid, knowing how much you don’t want to be fucked only makes me want to fuck you more.”

“P-please, Mr. Horner… this isn’t you…” Isaac whimpered. “We never wanted…”

“Stop sniveling, you little shit,” Mike grumbled. “Mr. Horner is going to take what he wants, and he’ll make sure you’re gonna need therapy when he’s through!” Mike turned to Oliver and shook his head. “Oh, what now? You’re gonna start bawlin’ too? I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Tears fell down Oliver’s cheeks, but it wasn’t because he feared being fucked by Mike. The teen was ashamed to be excited by the prospect of watching Vince assault Isaac. Oliver’s oldest and closest friend was seconds away from being sexually attacked for a second time, and he didn’t want to miss one heartless second of the action.

“Get over here, faggot,” Vince said, yanking Isaac toward him by the ankle. “So… you wanted us to think you passed out from getting fucked too hard by your daddy, eh?”

“No… I just didn’t want… um…” Isaac sobbed.

“To get raped by your best friend’s dad?” Vince asked, flipping the teen over and placing him on his hands and knees. Since his wrists were still bound, it was difficult for Isaac to balance himself. Vince didn’t appear to care. “Well, your Dad and I have always made sure you boys have gotten everything you’ve ever wanted. Except for today.”

“Heh-heh… you tell him, bud!” Mike said, stooping behind Oliver and pushing his dick against the teen’s asshole. Without giving it a second thought, Oliver pushed back against the man’s cock, allowing it to slide a few inches inside him. Mike chuckled in surprise, pulling Oliver against his chest to whisper in the teen’s ear. “Well, well… I don’t think you hate this so much, do you, faggot?”

“N-no, sir…” Oliver squeaked. He didn’t want Isaac to hear, which was unlikely from all his howling after being impaled on Vince’s cock.

“You sick fuck,” Mike said. “What about what’s happening right in front of you? Do you like watching your daddy rape my boy?” Oliver couldn’t bring himself to be honest. Not immediately. Mike reached for the teen’s cock and stroked it, letting precum drip onto his hand. “Ooohhh… you do enjoy it. There’s nothing wrong with that. It just means that you like rough sex. Really, really, rough sex.”

Mike wasn’t wrong. The cop pushed Oliver’s limber body to its limits, fucking him in numerous positions with little consideration for the teen’s comfort. However, Mike did indulge Oliver in one way: the cop ensured that Oliver had an excellent view of Vince assaulting Isaac. The sex looked and sounded brutal, but it made Oliver’s boner ache for attention.

“Ungh… Mr. Horner… p-please…” Isaac whimpered after having his ass slapped repeatedly by Vince. Every blow came down harder than the last.

“I can only imagine how disappointing this is for my son,” Vince grumbled, shaking his head. “To see his best friend acting like such a fragile baby.” Vince looked toward Oliver and Mike, noticing instantly that his son no longer appeared distraught. The fathers exchanged a proud glance before Vince returned his attention to his teenage victim.

Oliver was fascinated by Vince’s vigorous frame. Every muscle was toned and bulging against the man’s flesh as he forced his cock into his unwilling prey. Since Isaac’s eyes were plastered shut, Oliver figured he could safely grab his cock and jerk off to the attack. Vince grappled onto Isaac’s shoulders before drilling into the teen so hard they both fell forward. This didn’t stop Vince from thrashing the twunk’s raw hole. Isaac continued protesting, but Oliver was the only one paying attention, and he found it hotter than hell.

“Fuck him good, Daddy,” Oliver said under his breath. “Harder… he can take it… ram that juicy dick in him…”

“You sick, faggot,” Mike whispered, licking the sweat from Oliver’s neck while they fucked. “But I won’t tell. I think it’s so goddamn sexy that you’re getting off to that.” The cop took Oliver by the chin, turning the teen’s head and kissing him hungrily. “Mmm… maybe we’ll let you have a go on him after we’re done.”

“I… I couldn’t…” Oliver stammered, turning to look at Isaac. Or could he? Oliver felt his balls filling with cum as he continued jerking off. For the first time in his young life, he felt he understood himself better than he ever had. “Oh… oh fuck… aaahhh… fuck, that feels good… aaahhh… gonna cum… fuck him, daddy… FUCK HIM!!!”

“Ungh… Oliver…???” Isaac exclaimed after opening his eyes and seeing his best friend grinning excitedly through an explosive orgasm. “What… the… f-fuck…”

“Aaahh… ooohhh…” Oliver moaned, spraying semen across his stomach while being pounded by Mike. The cop ran his hand over the teen’s drenched abs, sloppily covering his fingers in cum to feed Oliver. “Oh fuck… mmm… oh yeah…” Oliver said while consuming his salty load.

“Are you actually enjoying this?!?” Isaac asked, his face half covered in dirt.

“What if he is, faggot?” Vince said, slamming against the teen. “Maybe it’s time you did too!”

“Not gonna lie, bud,” Mike said. “It feels pretty good when he puts up a fight.”

“True,” Vince replied, beaming uncharacteristically. Oliver had never seen his father so happy.

Before long, the fathers delivered a pair of warm loads inside each other’s teenage sons. This was followed by extended, thorough sphincter cleanings, which left Vince and Mike with full bellies. For two men who had never exhibited a single queer tendency, Oliver was astounded by their utterly unrestrained sexual nature.

With their sons adequately bred, the fathers were ready to put their plan for Rick and Jasper into motion. They started by tying Oliver and Isaac to one of the trees; the teens were bound beside each other with their backs to the redwood. Vince placed a gag over Isaac’s mouth because he and Mike couldn’t trust the teen. The men then grabbed a couple of sturdy branches before disappearing into the forest. Oliver’s cock popped up again as he imagined what was in store for the uncle and nephew.

“Www-yyy…” Isaac muttered, unable to communicate clearly with a bandana tied over his mouth.

“I can’t understand you,” Oliver replied coolly, though that was a lie. Isaac wanted to know why his best friend’s behavior had changed. How could Oliver enjoy watching Vince rape Isaac? Oliver didn’t believe he had the words to explain himself to his best friend. At least not in a way that Isaac could comprehend.

After almost thirty minutes of standing in silence, a rustling came from the other side of the clearing. Rick and Jasper appeared between two trees, looking startled and confused once they spotted the naked teens strapped to a redwood. Rick looked around, holding Jasper’s hand tightly.

“Oh, thank God, you came!” Oliver shouted. “We need you to untie us before they come back!”

“Who did this?” Rick asked. He turned to Jasper and said, “I need you to stay here while I help those boys, okay? It’s not safe.”

“O-okay,” Jasper replied, looking worried as he stepped back into the forest shadows. “Hurry.”

“I will,” Rick said before rushing to Oliver and Isaac. He had most of the rope untied within seconds, and Oliver began looking around nervously. Isaac shrieked, but he was unintelligible. Rick quickly reached for the teen’s gag and pulled it around his neck. “Are you okay?”

“It’s a trap!” Isaac shouted.

“Huh?” Rick replied as Vince brought a heavy tree branch down upon the man’s head.

“Uncle Rick!!!” Jasper yelled, racing toward his uncle. He was so frantic that he didn’t notice Mike pursuing him. The cop grabbed Jasper, easily restraining the diminutive teen and holding him in place.

Vince and Mike weren’t confident they could overpower Rick, so they didn’t bother trying. They aimed to catch him off guard long enough to tie him to the tree beside Oliver and Isaac. Once he was stunned, the rest of their scheme took little effort. A fresh bottle of beer spiked with the last baggie of Fornica was prepared before Rick and Jasper returned to the campsite. The trickiest part of the plan was getting Rick to swallow the tainted drink. Mike held Rick’s nose and waited for him to gasp for breath. As soon as he did, Vince poured the bottle’s contents down the man’s throat.

It would only be a few minutes before the drug kicked in.

“What in the hell is wrong with you assholes?!?” Rick yelled, fighting to free himself from Vince’s firm confines. The two fathers stood a few feet away, each naked and holding Jasper by the arms. They waited patiently for Rick’s inevitable conversion. “You had better not lay a hand on him, or I’ll… um… I’ll…” Rick looked at Jasper, and a sense of calm came over him.

“Go ahead,” Vince said, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s on your mind?”

“What was in that beer?” Rick asked, shaking his head repeatedly. He tried to fight off the Fornica, but it was a losing battle.

“It’s like being reborn, right?” Mike asked.

“It rearranges all your priorities,” Vince said. “Now you focus on what’s important in life. Is that what you’re going through right now, Rick?”

“Mm-hmm…” Rick replied, breathing heavier and staring at Jasper. Lustfully. “I’m going to need you to loosen these ropes so I can take care of my nephew.”

Mike looked at Vince, who responded with a nod. His timid nephew was the only one who didn’t notice the switch in Rick’s nature. Oliver reached for his cock, but the ropes around his chest and arms made it impossible. The need to stroke himself was unbearable. After Mike walked to the tree to untie Rick, Vince brought both hands to Jasper’s shoulders.

“What’s going on?” Jasper asked, confused. “Can we go?”

“That’s up to your uncle,” Vince replied. “I think he might want to hang out with us, kid.”

“Definitely,” Rick said.

“So, what’s on your mind, pal?” Mike asked Rick, letting the ropes fall to the ground. “You thinking about deflowering that runt of yours?”

“Oh yeah,” Rick replied, grabbing his throbbing cock through the front of his shorts. A large wet spot appeared on his crotch.

“What are you talking about, Uncle Rick?” Jasper said, twisting his shoulders to free himself from Vince’s grip. “We should go back to our camp.”

“We will, small fry,” Rick said, approaching Jasper. He leaned over his nephew, lifted the teen over his shoulder, and walked over to Vince’s sleeping bag. “But first, we’re going to rape the shit out of you.”

“What the…???” Jasper screamed, squirming erratically to free himself from Rick’s grasp. “This isn’t funny! Let me go, Uncle Rick! Stop!”

“You guys coming?” Rick asked Vince and Mike. “Someone’s going to need to plug his fucking mouth while I wreck his ass!”

“Fuck yeah, we are!” Mike said, racing beside Rick. “I’m gonna make that runt wish he was never born!”

“All right, let’s do this,” Vince said, preparing to join the men.

“Dad?” Oliver whispered. Vince turned toward his oldest boy, his cock bobbing with excitement. “Can I come too?”

“You can watch from there,” Vince said.

“I don’t want to watch, Dad,” Oliver replied. “I want to help.”

“Are you sure about this, son?” Vince asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes,” Oliver replied.

“Noooo!” Isaac cried. “Oliver… please don’t do it. Don’t… you… you’re better than this! Oliver… please… just tell me this is some sort of trick.”

“Untie me, Dad,” Oliver requested, ignoring his best friend’s pleas.

Once again, Vince beamed with twisted pride. The father stared into his son’s eyes, seeing the depraved teen’s genuine yearning to participate in Jasper’s assault. Vince loosened the ropes enough for Oliver to slip free, then retightened them to ensure Isaac remained in place. The Horner men walked away from Isaac as he continued begging Oliver to think twice about his actions.

“Don’t worry about him, son,” Vince said, his arm hanging over Oliver’s shoulder. The teen had never experienced this level of warmth from his father. “He wants to hold you back because he doesn’t see the world the way we do. I’m proud of you, kid.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Oliver said. The horny teen wanted to savor the moment between him and his father. Unfortunately, Oliver had difficulty paying close attention, thanks to Mike and Rick. The two men had Jasper pinned down to Vince’s opened sleeping bag, leaning over his face and bobbing their swollen cocks in the teen’s mouth. “Looks like he needs the same lesson I did, huh, Dad?”

“That can wait,” Vince replied. “I want you to fuck him first.”

“But his uncle…” Oliver said.

“Let me smooth it out with him,” Vince replied.

Rick was initially unreceptive to the idea of someone blasting Jasper’s virgin asshole full of cum before him. Vince promised unlimited access to Isaac and the first shot at any unsuspecting campers they might encounter over the weekend. Rick begrudgingly conceded after Vince suggested that Oliver’s cock might help prep Jasper’s asshole for something more significant. Rick grabbed Jasper by the side and turned him face down onto the sleeping bag.

“He’s all yours, kid,” Rick said.

“Thank you, sir,” Oliver replied, positioning himself behind Jasper and holding the back of the teen’s thighs. “Can you guys hold him down for me?”

“Wh-what… what are you going to do?” Jasper asked. “Uncle Rick? Don’t let him—”

“Shut your trap, faggot!” Rick barked, the effects of the Fornica having completely taken over. “Just get ready for your first dick! And thank your lucky stars that it’s not mine!”

“But it is a long one, boy,” Mike laughed, staring at Oliver’s swollen shaft.

“Just like his daddy’s,” Vince added, patting his son on the back. “Go ahead, son. Rape that boy.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied, spitting on his cock and rubbing saliva down the length of the shaft. He leaned over the teen, who was being held down by Mike and Rick. Jasper turned his head to the side, trying to see what Oliver would do. As soon as he understood what was happening, he fought to free himself. “Ssshhh… no one is going to help you, faggot.”

Oliver’s body came down on top of Jasper’s like a bolt of lightning. For reasons he would have to consider later, Oliver couldn’t imagine fucking someone any other way. Knowing the person beneath him didn’t want to be fucked was exhilarating. That, combined with Jasper’s continued writhing, made for what Oliver considered the perfect sexual encounter. It helped to be surrounded by three rapists, all cheering the teen on as he stole his victim’s virginity.

“Fuck him hard, boy,” Rick said, holding Jasper by the arm. “Or else I’ll take over and show you how to fuck him right!”

“Nnnghh… won’t be necessary… nnnghhh…” Oliver replied, moving faster than he thought possible. He found it hard to believe anything could be as tight as Jasper’s grip on his cock.

“You’re doing great, kid,” Mike said, sitting beside Oliver and beating his dick. “Don’t go easy on him. You need to show him who’s boss.”

“How does it feel, son?” Vince asked.

“So fucking good,” Oliver replied, feeling the burning in his hips. He wouldn’t be able to maintain his pace for long.

“And all that noise he’s making?” Vince asked.

“It’s just making me harder,” Oliver replied.

Jasper fainted quickly, but Oliver kept stuffing the young man full of dick. At one point, Oliver looked at Isaac and smiled. It was as if he wanted to say, “Keep watching. This is the real me.” Would they still be friends after they came out of the redwoods? Oliver didn’t think it was likely.

After Oliver finished inside Jasper, Rick picked up his nephew and showed up the rest of the men. Rick was a powerhouse, slamming nearly a foot of cock inside Jasper at a bewildering pace. The men gasped in awe as the musclebound uncle got off inside his unwitting nephew and then fucked the teen two more times.

“Fucking hell,” Rick said once he set Jasper back onto the sleeping bag. “Full disclosure: I brought the kid up here to fuck his brains out. I wasn’t sure if he’d go for it, so… thanks for the help.”

“Told you,” Vince said to Mike.

“Okay, bud, you were right again,” Mike replied.

“So, who’s getting fucked next?” Oliver asked.

The men agreed and spent the next few hours banging Isaac. Though Oliver couldn’t bring himself to assault his oldest and closest friend, he jacked off while watching the other men do it. He also came across Isaac’s face multiple times during the encounter. Vince suggested his son join them, but Oliver couldn’t bring himself to take that step with Isaac. In Oliver’s mind, Isaac would eventually come around and enjoy getting fucked by the group of perpetually horny men. It never happened, though. Not on Saturday, not on Sunday, and not on Monday. By then, there was no knowing how often Isaac had been passed around for the group’s enjoyment.

On Monday afternoon, the men began breaking down the campsite and prepared to leave. The Fornica had not worn off, but the three men were finally in control of their temperaments. Oliver wondered how long the urge to assault people would remain with Vince, Mike, and Rick. Would it ever go away? Vince and Mike discussed potential victims they might find at rest stops or behind diners while returning home. Rick said he planned to rape Jasper’s parents the minute he arrived at his nephew’s house.

While Vince and Mike took the camping gear back to the car and Rick returned to his campsite with Jasper, Oliver stayed behind with Isaac, who was tied to a tree again. Isaac didn’t say a word to his best friend for over an hour. Not until he was ready.

“Thanks for not… you know,” Isaac mumbled, breaking the silence.

“Dad said that I shouldn’t—” Oliver replied, sitting naked by the tree.

“We’re back, boys!” Mike shouted cheerily, holding two phones up as he and Vince returned to the campsite.

“Oh, cool, are the phone still charged?” Oliver asked, rising to his feet.

“They have just enough juice to make a quick video,” Vince replied. “Are you ready?”

“Totally,” Oliver answered, moving behind Isaac.

“What’s going on?” Isaac said, growing visibly worried.

“My boy is going to rape you, faggot,” Vince said.

“It’s about time,” Mike added, handing a phone to Vince.

“Wait… no…” Isaac replied. “But I thought…”

“Dad said I shouldn’t do it until he got our phones,” Oliver explained, pushing his swollen dick up to Isaac’s sticky asshole. “We wanted to record this so we could watch it later.”

“Watch what?” Isaac sobbed.

“The end of our friendship,” Oliver replied.

The End

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