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Giorno wakes up on the morning of his 16th birthday to find himself stripped naked and tied up, with duct tape over his mouth.
He thrashes at the ropes on his wrists until he hears the familiar voice of Trish Una, his best friend. She's sitting in the chair in the corner of his bedroom, smiling at him.
"Happy birthday, Giorno," she purrs. "I got you something really special this year. You can come in now, Mister Brando."
A man walks into Giorno’s room at Trish's command- he’s enormously tall, most certainly over six feet. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a powerful, muscular build. He has blonde hair that looks oh so similar to Giorno’s own. And when he turns around to look to Trish, Giorno can see that he has the same star-shaped birthmark that Giorno does.
Even if he didn’t recognize the man from the photo he carries in his wallet, Giorno would know immediately who he was. He can feel it, the pull between them. Like gravity.
"Meet Dio Brando. It took me a while to track him down," Trish coos, "but remember that fantasy you told me about? The one where you get raped by your biological father the very first time you meet him?" Trish giggles. "Happy birthday!!"
Giorno’s eyes widen and he yanks at his bindings, heart hammering as the man- Dio- his father- strides over to the bed. He trails one hand over Giorno’s body, his long black nails scraping lightly into Giorno’s skin.
"Your mother was one of countless sluts I took home just to cum in like a cheap toy," Dio purrs, his fingers slipping down Giorno’s body to between his legs, finding Giorno’s cunt and his hard tdick above it. He idly rolls the pad of one finger over the hood of Giorno’s clit, and Giorno’s hips involuntarily chase it, trying to follow the sensation. Dio laughs darkly. "I see the apple doesn't land far from the tree."
"Giorno has a huge incest fetish," Trish giggles from the corner. She's squeezing one of her own breasts, her fingers rubbing against herself through her panties as she watches. "He helped hook me up with my own daddy, you know. I never knew my father my whole life, and Giorno found him and broke him for me so I could keep him as a sex toy." She parts her thighs a little farther, her breath getting heavier. "I thought it was time I repaid the favor. And Giorno’s biggest fantasy has always been getting bareback raped and creampied by his biological daddy the first time they meet." She slips her hand inside her top and bra, squeezing her own nipple and sighing softly. "Aren't you glad he was okay with doing something so fucked up, Giorno?"
Dio's fingers are rubbing Giorno’s clit harder now, two fingers slick with Giorno’s own wet pressing and rubbing hard against his desperate little cock. "A wet hole is a wet hole," Dio purrs. "My son appears to be as worthless as his mother, his pussy is soaked already." Dio pulls his hand away from Giorno so he can reach down and undo his bodysuit. His cock springs free, long and hard and thick, and Giorno might drool for it if he didn’t have duct tape over his mouth.
Dio takes his cock by the base and slaps Giorno’s face with it a few times, letting his son feel the thick and heavy weight of it.
"This dick made your mother squirt all over herself," Dio coos, rubbing his glans against Giorno's soft cheek and smearing a bead of precum there. "Let's see if you take after her."
His son looks like a debauched angel, eyes red-rimmed and sparkling, slender body tied up so that he can't move an inch to get away from his daddy's dick, mouth taped up. Dio could kidnap him and keep him just like this, use him as a fleshlight daily to relieve his stress, and there would be nothing Giorno could do about it.
He finally pulls his dick away from his son's face so that he can line up and rub it against his pussy, rolling his hips to grind it against Giorno's wet slit. Giorno makes a muffled noise behind the duct tape, and Trish laughs from the chair in the corner.
"He liked that," she pants. She's already playing with herself, fingers buried in her panties to rub at her clit while she watches Giorno’s father rub his dick on him. "Your cock is so big, Mr. Brando, I bet he's already thinking about how it's gonna stretch his tight pussy."
"Is that so?" Dio laughs again, takes his cock by the base and spreads Giorno’s pussy with one thumb so he can watch as he pushes himself into it. "Happy sixteenth birthday, son," he growls as his cockhead slips inside Giorno’s tight cunt.
Giorno makes a strangled noise behind the duct tape on his mouth, but Dio laughs and ignores it. He pushes his cock all the way in to his little boy's tight hole and sighs in satisfaction, remaining settled in Giorno up to the hilt as he gets used to the tightness.
Trish's voice breaks on a moan from the corner as she cums for the first of likely many times, her fingers working furiously over her clit as she watches Dio's dick enter his son's bare pussy with no protection. She has no intention of slowing down, ready to cum over and over to the sight of Dio violating her best friend.
What a pair of depraved whores these teenagers are. And Giorno’s clearly just as fucked up, considering he's so wet that Dio's dick glides effortlessly into his hole, considering Giorno greedily squeezes down on Dio's dick as if begging for more as Dio pulls out and then rams back into his son's tight pussy. Giorno makes little animal sounds behind the duct tape, but his little cock is sticking straight out, a hard inch and a half erection that Dio toys with using a thumb as he keeps fucking into Giorno.
"You're tighter than your mother," Dio coos over the wet plap, plap of his cock ramming into Giorno’s wet cunt. "I wonder if she was this tight when she was fifteen.... ah... nothing beats a depraved underage whore." He grabs Giorno’s hips and starts using them as leverage to fuck his son harder, cock ramming mercilessly into Giorno’s pussy. Giorno makes sharp, staccato noises muffled by the duct tape, each sound punched out of him by another thrust of his father's cock. He squeezes down so hard that Dio is certain the boy is cumming, his orgasm pulsing through him in waves and squeezing Dio's cock divinely. He truly is an excellent cock hole, something the boy and his mother have in common. Dio considered killing her, but he let her go with his cum still dripping down her thigh purely because he might want to use her again.
He never did get the chance. That's alright, her son is an even better replacement, his pussy still twitching and throbbing from his orgasm as Dio continues ramming into him.
He's unconcerned with the boy's overstimulation. He was brought here to rape him, after all, and Dio is unbothered by the violence of it. The boy is tied up and taped up, his pussy a gift to Dio to be used at Dio's discretion, and he couldn’t stop him even if Giorno wanted to. Dio's going to keep fucking him through this orgasm, and the next, until Giorno is crying and begging behind the duct tape. For as long as it takes for Dio's hard cock to be satisfied, for as long as it takes to get his pleasure out of his son's pussy.
He grabs Giorno by the ropes binding him and flips him over, pushing his little boy's face down into the mattress and lifting his ass into the air. His pussy is glistening all the way to his thighs, so wet that Dio is certain the boy squirted on his cock. He laughs to himself as he lines his dick back up and rams it back in, fucking Giorno from behind as he holds him down by the back of his head, forcing his face into the mattress.
In the corner, Trish is cumming again, her thighs thrown wide open and her panties pushed aside so that Giorno and Dio both can see her pussy pulse with every wave of her orgasm. "Fuck," she whines, "that looks like it feels so good... Giorno, can your daddy rape me next? I want my pussy destroyed by his big hard cock like that, you came so fucking hard from it."
"Do either of you even know what rape means," Dio huffs, yanking Giorno’s hips back to ram his dick in hard enough to force a yelp out of Giorno. "Because my useless whore son isn't fighting back. I'm pretty sure he wants this, he's cumming on my dick like a slut."
"Who knows?" Trish giggles, pulling up her top so that she can show off her tits as she begins teasing her oversensitive clit again. "You can't ask him. He can't say no. And would you stop if he did?"
Dio smirks at her, draws back and rams his cock punishingly hard into his son's wet cunt. "No," he purrs, "I wouldn't. He's a good hole. I want to keep him as a toy and violate him every day."
Trish moans again, squeezing her tit as she bucks her hips up into her fingers. "Yeah? You think so? You wanna wake him up in the morning just like this, tied up and helpless, squirming on your cock whenever you feel like it?"
Dio's hips roll into Giorno, his purring voice breaking on a needy growl. "Oh, yes. Want to- nnh- breed this little whore every day, leave him leaking my cum."
Giorno’s muffled noises, buried in the mattress and stifled by tape, grow more frantic. Dio rolls his hips wicked and slow, watching Giorno sob out a broken little noise as he grinds against his sweet spot.
"I bet-" Trish's voice is shaking, her thighs trembling as she plays with her oversensitive clit, chasing a third orgasm as she watches the incest scene in front of her, "you could do anything you want to him. Make him strip off his clothes every day when he comes home from school and act like your well trained- fuck- well trained pet pocket pussy."
Dio's thrusts grow erratic and hard, the wet slap of his hips on his teenage son's skinny ass as he fucks him rhythmless and desperate. "Wouldn't you like that, Giorno? To be daddy's- nnh- Daddy's well trained incest cum dump?"
Giorno’s only response is a desperate, cracking noise and the hard clench of his pussy clamping down on his daddy's dick as he cums again.
Dio chases his pleasure through it, growling as every wave makes Giorno squeeze down on his hard dick so fucking GOOD, until he snaps.
He yanks Giorno up as his orgasm hits and sinks his teeth into his son's shoulder, biting down hard. He feels hot blood pump into his mouth as his cock pulses and spurts hot cum deep into his son's wet pussy. Dio holds him down, keeping himself buried in Giorno and his teeth buried in his son's shoulder as he rides out every aftershock, every hot pulse of cum delivered deep into Giorno’s tight, fertile teenage womb.
In the corner he sees Trish, once more catching her breath after cumming again. Her pussy is still pulsing, her clit throbbing as she pants, her chest heaving. Dio's dick throbs weakly inside his son at the sight, but he’s spent. He'll have to take the girl up on her offer and violate her another night.
"Fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," she whimpers. "Giogio, was it as good as it looked?"
Dio lifts an eyebrow, sure that Giorno won't be able to answer, but when he looks down he sees a pair of shimmering golden hands untying Giorno’s wrist and pulling the tape from his mouth. The boy does not move to take his father's slackening cock out of himself, but he smiles up at him coyly, eyes half lidded.
"It was," Giorno purrs. "Thank you for the birthday present, padre."