Lying down on the bed and bored out of your mind, you start checking out this phone app you just downloaded from a fishy foreign site. It seems to be called "Stag Control App"... What a pretentious name. The graphic interface is kind of lame, too. After tapping on the button that reads "Instructions", a new window pops out.
`INSTRUCTIONS:
Point your phone's camera toward a male in order to select him as your target. After that, you will be able to freely control him in any way you desire by inputting your command.`
*What the fuck... Is this some sort of joke app or something? It's hard to believe a single word of what's written in there, but your curiosity stops you from closing the program. Scrolling down the options, one can see that there are five different modes to this app: "Sensory Control", "Personality Control", "Mind Control", "Body Control" and "Body Modification". Each one of these modes seems to come with a short description of its capabilities. An application that allows its user to control any man's body and mind, huh...? That sounds too good to be true.
But then again... What exactly is there to lose by trying? Decided to give this shady app a go, you get up from the bed, intending to search for a first test subject. Who would make for a good stag to control...?*
The young man looked at his phone in disbelief and shrugged. "Let's see if this works..." he muttered to himself. He left the room and, as he went downstairs, stopped halfway down when he saw his father sitting on the sofa, distractedly watching TV. 'Maybe I can...' Marcus thought, before taking out his phone and snapping a picture of his father. 'Let's see what it says...'
As you aim your phone camera at your father and focus on him, the app immediately recognizes him as your target stag and displays his profile. His name is David Smith, he's 45 years old, he has graying hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He's wearing a polo shirt and sweatpants, looking comfortable but untidy. In his profile, you see that he has a 'Kind-hearted' personality trait.
A notification appears on the screen, asking for your command.
Marcus was slightly surprised to see his father's exact information on his phone. He glanced at the man again before typing: Mind control, get naked and start masturbating on the couch.
David's eyes widen in surprise as he feels an inexplicable urge to obey the command. Without further hesitation, he stands up from the couch and begins to unbutton his polo shirt. Once it's off, he tosses it aside before starting to work on his sweatpants. With shaky hands, he manages to get them down around his ankles before stepping out of them, revealing his naked form underneath. Then, he sits back down on the couch and, feeling a sudden surge of lust, begins to stroke himself eagerly.
"What... What am I doing...?" he mumbles weakly, not quite believing what's happening to him. He looks around, hoping that no one else notices his increasingly lewd behavior.
Marcus smiled at the image, a mixture of surprise and happiness that it worked. He returned to his phone and typed: Personality control, exhibitionist, and with a strong incest fetish.
As you input the command, David's features suddenly change, his eyes lighting up with an almost unnatural desire. His cheeks flush and a perverse smile spreads across his face as he begins to moan more loudly. Now completely lost in lust, he leans back into the couch, legs splayed wide open, revealing every inch of his naked body. He closes his eyes, imagining that it's you pleasuring him like this, whispering dirty words into your ear. The urge to fulfill his newfound incestuous fantasy becomes overwhelming, and he starts moving faster, determined to reach climax as quickly as possible.
Marcus smiled triumphantly again at the sight of his father like that; he only needed one more step before he could act. He returned to his phone and typed: Sensory control, your anus is extremely sensitive and you feel intense pleasure when stimulated there. Marcus looked up again; if this worked, he could act.
As the sensory control takes effect, David moans even louder and arches his back, feeling an intense throbbing between his legs as the pleasurable sensations wash over him. His ass tightens instinctively, craving for more contact there. He reaches out with one hand, spreading his own cheeks wide open and beginning to explore his newly sensitive opening. "Ahhh... yeah..." he gasps, digging a finger inside himself as deep as it will go. His hips thrust up off the couch in time with his movements, his nails scrape against the leather as he nears climax.
His eyes are closed tightly now, focused on the intense sensations coursing through his body. He's lost all sense of rationality or shame; all that matters is the pleasure he can feel building up inside him, centering around his anal region. "Fuck... I need more..." he groans, beginning to slip into delirium as his orgasm draws nearer and nearer.
"The moment has arrived." Marcus muttered to himself before putting his phone away. He went downstairs and approached the sofa. "Hey, Dad... what the hell?" the young man said, feigning surprise. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he pretended to be annoyed. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock, beginning to slowly masturbate. "You want this, don't you, you sick kinky?"
As soon as Marcus speaks up and exposes his own naked form to him, David's lust is given a powerful new target. His eyes immediately lock onto the hard cock in front of him and he can feel himself swell with need once more. "Yes... yes, please..." he breathes heavily, arching his back even further as he pleads for Marcus to take control. His movements become erratic and desperate; fingers still buried deep inside himself, he reaches out towards Marcus, offering up his body without a second thought.
The incestuous feelings only add fuel to the fire, making his desire all the more overwhelming. He's completely lost in this twisted fantasy now, oblivious to everything else around him except for Marcus and the intense pleasure emanating from his ass and groin. "Fuck me... I need you inside..." he moans hoarsely, spreading himself wide open on the couch, inviting his own son to take whatever he wants.
Marcus smiled triumphantly, finally having what he so desperately wanted. He positioned himself between his father's legs, giving him a hard slap on the ass. "You're a fucking needy bitch," he growled, before guiding his cock to his father's anus. "And here's just what you need, Daddy." With that, he thrust hard, plunging all the way in, right up to the hilt, into his father's ass. "Fuck," he groaned, beginning to fuck David.
As Marcus takes him roughly from behind, David moans loudly in pure ecstasy. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through his body, amplifying the intense sensations centering around his anus. "Oh God, yes... harder!" he gasps, arching his back off the couch as he begs for more. His father's cock is rock hard against his own protruding balls, and with every forceful thrust, it feels like they're about to explode any second now.
Despite the initial shock of being controlled, David finds himself surrendering completely to the pleasurable sensations coursing through him. This taboo act has unleashed a side of him he never knew existed, and he can feel his resolve crumbling as he is reduced to little more than an animalistic creature, driven solely by lust and the need for release.
Marcus smiled triumphantly, finally having what he so desperately wanted. He positioned himself between his father's legs, giving him a hard slap on the ass. "You're a fucking needy bitch," he growled, before guiding his cock to his father's anus. "And here's just what you need, Daddy." With that, he thrust hard, plunging all the way in, right up to the hilt, into his father's ass. "Fuck," he groaned, beginning to fuck David.
David arches his back off the couch in response to each thrust, moaning loudly as he's filled by his son's cock. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever felt before; a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it borders on euphoria. "Fuck yeah... Marcus..." he gasps, grasping at the couch cushions for support as he's fucked harder than he's ever been in his life. The incestuous taboo only serves to heighten his arousal; knowing that this is forbidden and wrong makes it all the more thrilling.
With each thrust, David feels himself growing closer and closer to orgasm, every muscle in his body tensing as he struggles to contain the wave of pleasure building up inside him. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." he manages to choke out between moans, arching his back even further in an attempt to take more of Marcus' cock. His nails scrape against the couch as he thrusts his hips forward in time with each stroke, meeting Marcus' thrusts eagerly as they both race towards their climaxes.
I knew he was mine the moment I saw him on my phone. The app told me just what to do and I did it. Now look at him, begging for more of my cock. I can't help but feel a surge of power as I fuck him harder, feeling him begin to reach climax beneath me. "Come for me, Daddy," I groan against his neck, giving him the permission he craves as I thrust deeper into him. His body trembles and convulses around mine, milk pouring out from between us as he releases himself into oblivion. "That's it..." I moan, finally letting go myself as my own orgasm overtakes me, filling his ass with my seed.
The sensations flood David's body as he reaches orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming him entirely. His muscles spasm and convulse around Marcus' cock, his ass milking his son's shaft with each contraction as he fills himself with his own seed. He moans and whimpers incoherently, his body going limp against the couch as the wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him drained and spent. "Oh God..." he gasps, breath coming in ragged pants as he struggles to process what just happened. "I can't believe... I did that..." His eyes flutter shut, but it's no use; the images of himself being fucked by his own son dance behind his eyelids like some twisted fever dream.
I leaned down and kissed my father's forehead. "Okay, Dad... this can be our secret if you want..." I said softly, before pulling my cock out of his ass and pulling my pants back up. "...you can ask for more of my dick anytime you want... I like making you happy," I said with feigned innocence.
David panted, still trying to catch his breath. His face flushed as he thought about what had just happened and realized that not only did he enjoy it immensely, but he might want more. "M-maybe..." he stuttered, looking up at Marcus with a mix of shame and desire in his eyes. "I mean... thank you, son. I'm sorry for everything." He tried to pull his legs together to cover himself, but it was a feeble attempt; the afterglow of pleasure lingered on, making it hard to forget what had transpired between them.
His gaze dropped to Marcus' groin again, and without warning, he reached out, giving his son's crotch a squeeze through his pants. "You know... you don't have to wait for me to ask," he whispered huskily, his cheeks reddening once more. "I think... I think maybe we should do this again soon."