“Fuck, I always fergit how damn good this shit feels--think it might be time I git a bit nastier mahself!” You saw his cock before--it was a good eight inches, with a thick foreskin covered with cheese. You’re stomach churns thinking about what it might look like soon. Then you realize just how much ointment he put on--there’s still a thick coating of it all over--even on his balls. “Aight boy! We took care a one a yer holes--now it’s time tah filth up the other one.”
You struggle against the ropes binding you to the bed, feeling your filthy, hairy ass squelching around in your own shit as Jack climbs up and straddles you, his legs right under your raised arms, his ointment slathered cock inches from your face. “No, please, you can’t...”
“I can ‘n I fuckin’ will boy!” Jack said, and rubbed the greasy head against your lips, his balls wiping across your chin and throat, “Open up fer yer dirty treat.”
You refuse to open your mouth. You can feel your lips turning cracked and parched, hair sprouting around your mouth and chin in a tangled, filthy mass. He plugs your nose with his ointment tainted hand, plugging it, and you hold your breath as long as you can--but your body gives in, opens your mouth, and he slams his cock in as deep as he can go.
The taste is vile, and the effect is immediate as the goop slathers the inside of your mouth, coating your teeth and tongue, and then down into your throat as his cock keeps growing and thrusting inside you. Your teeth rot, some of them disappearing entirely, and now that he’s unplugged your nose, you can smell your hot breath each time you exhale, mixing with his musky crotch, and you...you like it.
It smells horrible, but now, when it hits your new nose, all you get is pleasure. Now that the ointment has absorbed into your tongue, the taste of his reeking cock, his cheese--all of it is delicious. Jack sees the confusion on your face and lets up, watching you begin sucking him off...willingly. Enjoying his filth. Cleaning the cheese out from his now massive and wrinkled foreskin. “See boy? This ain’t so bad...Now git ready, cause Daddy’s got a real big load fer ya--one I know yer gonna love!”
He starts thrusting deeper, and you let him, eager for this humiliation to be over, eager to have him out of your mouth so you can stop...enjoying this. At last he cums, flooding your mouth with a torrent of cum--you don’t want to swallow, but your tongue and throat gulp it down anyway, hungry for the filth, and it settles heavy in your gut. He milks out as much as he can, and then pulls out--and you see his cock is now close to ten inches--greasy and disgusting, his balls coated in hair, swollen to the size of lemons...and you secretly want to taste it again.
“What did ya think boy? Ya like yer first taste a daddy’s big, dirty cock?”
You want to say no. You want to curse at him, and scream--but what comes out of your mouth instead chills you to the bone, “Fuck yeah Pa! I can’ fuckin’ wait tah git another taste a that nasty cock!”
That’s not your voice, you try and tell yourself, but you can recognize it. The accent is new, and it’s dropped an octave from a tenor to a low baritone, but that...you said that. Even worse--it was true! You do want to taste it again, as disgusted as that makes you feel.
Jack just gives a big belly laugh, “Ya got yerself a stupid slob’s mouth now boy! It ain’t clever, ‘n none to good at lyin’. Don’ worry, ya’ll git plenty a daddy’s cock once we git ya all finished up.”
“Ya fucker!” you yell at him, “Ya can make me say whatever ya fuckin’ want, but ya can’t fuckin’ make me want this. I don’ wanna be no fuckin’ slob, ‘n yer ointment ain’t gonna change that.”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that boy--we’ll git there in time, but--”
Suddenly, you interrupt him with a massive belch, which rings for a couple of seconds. You blush in embarrassment, but the rumble in your stomach is just beginning. “What’s...goin’ on?” you ask.
“Been waitin’ fer that--see boy, this here sack a mine,” he said, holding his balls up, “I got’s some pretty potent seed--but swallowin’ any a that ointment is gonna cause ya some trouble. Still--ya didn’ think ya’d be keepin’ that slim figure now, did ya?”
Your belly rumbles again--and you worry you know all too well what’s going to change next.