fantassdickfiction:REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING (Tommy is 18+)It had been a long day at work, and
fantassdickfiction:REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING (Tommy is 18+)It had been a long day at work, and Robert wanted nothing more than to come home, kick back on the couch and unwind while he watched the news. Unfortunately, his eighteen-year-old son Tommy had already staked a claim over the family room; the boy’s stinky gym bag and damp football gear were strewn all over the room, and Robert had to be careful not to trip over the musky equipment as he made his way inside. He could tell by the pouty look on his son’s handsome face that it had been an equally frustrating day for him. After confirming his suspicions about his boy’s surliness with some idle small talk, Robert crashed into his favorite chair and allowed an awkward silence to permeate the air. Tommy was no doubt waiting for him to reach for the remote control on the coffee table between them so that he could change the channel; the boy was itching to fight with someone, and he was visibly tensed in anticipation of an argument.Fortunately for them both, Robert was well-equipped for a situation like this. Rather than instigate an unnecessary confrontation with Tommy by asking him to vacate the room, Robert decided to make use of a new tactic that he had been quietly researching and experimenting with for the past few weeks. It was a novel- albeit controversial- tool which aimed to help with raising young men and minimizing the consequences of any budding power struggles between fathers and sons.Pulling his phone out of his pocket, the exhausted father swiped through his home screen until he found the app he was looking for. Within seconds, Robert had it opened up and ready to be activated… and he did just that. “This little piggy went to market.” The audio was slightly convoluted, weighed down by its own hypnotic waves as it moved through the air, but the voice in the recording sounded like one you would find in a children’s toy. When Tommy didn’t say anything, Robert reached down and adjusted the volume on his phone, before tapping the screen and restarting the recording. “This little piggy went to market.”While still at a respectable volume, the high frequency hidden underneath had found its way into Tommy’s ears and was now molesting his brain. In his peripheral, Robert saw his son look over toward him. “Did you just say something?”Robert glanced away from the TV and over toward his son lazily, staring at the boy for a few seconds. He maintained a convincingly oblivious poker face- while inwardly enjoying his son’s confused and annoyed expression, and the beads of sweat that were beginning to form on his forehead.“This little piggy stayed home.” The audio track continued playing on its own; it was an infallible method of undetectable subjugation, and only men under the age of twenty-years-old were vulnerable to it. Having been witness to this process several times before, Robert was not surprised when Tommy suddenly reached down and began to remove his dirty, sweaty socks, exposing his big feet and introducing a potent new scent into the air. It must have been a very vigorous football practice this afternoon. As soon as his socks were tossed away, the boy stood up, reached up behind his head and started tugging his T-shirt off.“Dad, what the fuck is hap-” With Tommy’s hands busy removing his shirt, Robert had an unobstructed view of the massive erection rising up inside his gray sweatpants. In a matter of seconds, those too, were shucked off and kicked away. The poor boy was still trying to make sense of what was going on, as the app continued to drone out hypnotic suggestion.“This little piggy had roast beef.”“Dad! Da- D-” Tommy’s boxers were soaked with so much sweat that they could actually be heard when they thudded onto the ground around his ankles. Even from ten feet away, Robert could see his son’s eyes had dilated and his giant testicles vibrating furiously in their sack. Falling back onto his naked ass, Tommy spread out on the couch and gripped his straining boner.“This little piggy had none.” Robert knew that parts of his boy’s brain were being scrambled; in addition to causing agonizing lust and temporarily increasing sperm production, the app was specifically designed to inhibit the formation of new memories while it was activated. Robert was comfortable in the knowledge that his boy wouldn’t remember any of this later on.“This little piggy went ‘oink, oink, oink’ until he shot his load.”Robert waited until his son began making the compulsory pig noises, and- once he was sure that the boy was completely incapacitated- reached out to grab the remote control. It wouldn’t take long before Tommy lost control and ejaculated, and the orgasm would sedate him almost immediately. Robert turned on the news and saw that the channel was mid-commercial, so he figured he could turn to his son for some entertainment until it returned.“Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink…” -- source link