AC-164 Chicken Slave

Excerpt

Jesus, he was big! Impossibly big! That cock must be at least two inches thick, maybe more. It wasn’t as long as Mr. Gleidor’s maybe, but in sheer mass it would have made two of the teacher’s.

Davey swallowed, fearful, knowing what the man was going to do to him. He shook his head as his father reached down to yank the covers away.

“You ever suck a man before, boy?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that! You damn faggot freak bastard, you’re no brat of mine! Goddamn your rotten soul to hell, may you burn with your filthy mother!”

The curses were the most terrible the boy had ever heard, but they passed almost unnoticed over him as he stared at his father’s tremendous prick. The foreskin was worked back over a bulbous glans coated with white cheese where he had not washed today. He couldn’t make out the dark color of the cockhead, but he could see the shadow of the opening. It seemed big enough to swallow up his own prick.

“You know what you’re gonna do, don’t you, boy?”

“No! Please—”