Onaholes Don't Have Free Will

Pairing: Todoroki Enji/Todoroki Shouto 

Rating: 18+

Tags: Incest, Father/Son Incest, Deepthroating, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Hypnosis, Dubcon

Summary: He moves in a daze. Dad has ordered him to kneel at his feet so he does as he's told, dropping down in front of him. There's a tiny voice in the back of his head that's screaming at him to run but he can't move his body on his own. Even when Dad pulls out his cock and orders him to suck, all he can do is do as he's told. 

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Something was wrong with him. That much he could tell but what specifically was, he couldn’t figure out. A heavy, dense fog hung over his mind, making it hard to think straight. His thoughts moved sluggishly through the haze, often getting stretched out and distorted until he couldn’t understand what it was he was thinking. There were two people talking – one he didn’t recognize, the other he did. Made sense, considering Dad was standing in front of him, conversing with a bespectacled man who looked so painfully like the stereotypical nerd, Shouto would’ve laughed if he’d been aware enough. He couldn’t understand what they were saying. It all sounded like rushed gibberish to him. His current state didn’t cause him any alarm. There wasn’t enough going on topside for something like that. Instead, he just sat there, staring blankly at the two men as they continued to talk. Suddenly, the nerd laughed, turned and walked out of the room, closing the door smartly behind him. Dad watched after him for a moment then looked to Shouto. Even in his dazed state, he could read that there was something…odd about his expression. 

“Shouto.” Dad said firmly, “Stand.”

It was the weirdest, most disconcerting sensation – almost like someone had hooked a line into the base of his spine and yanked him up. Blinking sluggishly, aware enough to register that what had just happened was weird but not anywhere near the point to be able to fully digest it, Shouto looked up to Dad. There was a small, satisfied smile on his face. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared silently at Shouto for a moment then said, “Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

Again, that strange hooked like a fish in the water kind of sensation. He did as he was told – walking over to Dad, he knelt at his feet. 

“Good boy.” Dad purred. Reaching down, he fumbled with the crotch of his Pro costume for a moment before finding the zipper that was cleverly hidden from view. Slipping a hand inside, he pulled out his monstrous cock. Even completely soft, it was huge – easily nearly the same length and girth of Shouto’s forearm. Prominent veins ran all along the length. As soon as it flopped out of his costume, a thick, heavy scent of musk slapped Shouto in the face. Shouto blinked blearily. What…what was Dad doing? As he kneeled there, staring at his Dad’s penis, there was the tiniest tremor of panic. Clawing its way through the fog hanging over his mind was the frantically whispering thought that he needed to bolt. Something bad was happening here and he needed to leave. Only, he couldn’t make his body move. It wasn’t like he was paralyzed but rather…paused. He was a static image, waiting for someone to push the play button. 

“Open your mouth, Shouto.” Dad ordered, his voice a low rumble, laced with a heat that managed to strengthen his alarm further. 

Still, he did as he was told, stretching his mouth open. A flush of red splashed across Dad’s scruffy cheeks. For the first time, Shouto realized that he’d quieted his flames, opting only for the small flame beard. Dad curled one hand around the base of his now half-hard cock (why was he getting hard? What was going on here) and started to rapidly pump his length, bringing himself to full hardness. With a cold lurch of his stomach, Shouto realized Dad was even bigger than before. It was twice as thick as his forearm. The bulbous head was almost the same size of Dad’s clenched fist. A large pearl of precum swelled to the slit. Dad stepped forward, his large hands clamping down on the sides of Shouto’s head, firmly holding him in place. Not that there was any reason too – he still couldn’t move. He led the large head to his stretched open mouth. 

“Don’t bite me. Don’t pass out, and don’t vomit.” Dad rasped, “Suck me with everything you’ve got, Shouto. This is going to feel incredible. It’ll taste so good, you’ll cum the moment I’m all the way inside.”

That was the only warning to what was going to happen next. With a harsh grunt, Dad slammed his hips forward, shoving his cock into Shouto’s mouth. Shouto’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. Scorching heat flooded into his face. His skin suddenly felt two times too small. Dad dragged him in close, smooshing his nose into a thick mess of fragrant pubic hair. His cock was not even close to halfway in before it slammed past the back of his mouth to sink deep into his throat. It kept going and going until it felt as though his cock was going to end up in his stomach. Shouto’s eyes rolled back in his head. A violent tremble shook his body. His eyes rolled back. Drool streamed in thick currents down his throat, soaking the collar of his shirt. A taste spread over his tongue, filling up his entire mouth – an indescribable flavor that rivaled the best soba he’d ever had. He came without a sound, spraying the inside of his underwear with a layer of jizz. Screeching pleasure thundered through his nerves, igniting his entire body with sparks and bursts of ecstasy. Clamping his lips around the fat, thick length, Shouto sucked as hard as he could. What…what was this?! Why did it feel so good to have Dad’s cock buried in his throat?! He couldn’t breathe but that didn’t seem to bother his body at all! 

What…what was happening to his body?! 

Moaning harshly, one of Dad’s hands slipped up to grab a handful of Shouto’s hair, jerking his head back just enough so that he was given no other choice than to look up into Dad’s face. There was a bright, near feral spark of raging lust burning in those blue eyes. Red dyed his scruffy cheeks. Sweat stood out prominently on his forehead. Meeting Dad’s stare…it made him feel so weird. The dial of pleasure clicked up several notches. His cock twitched eagerly in response, straining up against the constraints of his soaked underwear. Knowing Dad was staring at him, watching him, hungrily devouring the sight of him swallowing up his cock was making him so stupidly excited. Even if he’d been able to think straight before, he wouldn’t have been able to then. A small smile tugged at the corners of Dad’s lips. Letting out a sharp grunt, he started to move, setting a cruel, brutal pace right from the get-go, violently pounding into Shouto’s throat, fucking him like he was nothing more than an onahole. Shouto’s eyes widened then rolled back into his head. Loud, muffled squeals wriggled out in-between the near nonexistent space between his stretched lips and Dad’s cock. His throat-! His throat felt so good-! Dad’s cock rubbed powerfully against the sensitive chords. He was stuffed so full-! 

“Fuck-!” Dad ground out through clenched teeth, “Your throat is so tight! Does it feel good, Shouto? Having your slutty throat pussy fucked by a big, fat cock?”

Shouto squealed loudly. Tears streamed down his burning cheeks. Every inch of his body was buzzing with incredible, devastating pleasure. Despite having just cum only a few moments ago, he was already right back on the edge. He hungrily rubbed his tongue against the underside of Dad’s cock, sweetly playing with the prominent veins. Somewhere, hidden deep underneath the dense, golden fog, was a tiny voice that weakly begged to be told what was happening, why was this happening, why wasn’t he fighting it?! Dad’s cock was in his mouth! He was sucking off his own Father’s penis and enjoying it! He wanted more of it! Why?! It didn’t matter how insistently that voice asked, he didn’t have any answers. All his attention was on Dad’s perfect dick. Then, suddenly, without warning, Dad wrenched his cock out of Shouto’s gasping, sloppy mouth. Before he had time to whimper in disappointment, he was dragged up from the floor and roughly thrown face down onto a nearby table. A powerful hand grabbed the seat of his trousers, ripping them away to expose his ass. 

“Spread yourself.” Dad growled, his voice dripping with lust, “Show me your whore hole.”

Without thought, Shouto did as he was told, reaching back to take a cheek in each hand, spreading himself open to expose his asshole. Something very big, very hot and very wet pressed to the tight, puckered entrance. An electric, frenzied bolt of electric excitement raced up his spine. Panting rapidly, his head spinning, burning up from the inside out with a near terrifying heat, Shouto shivered, a loud moan escaping his drenched lips when Dad leaned down to whisper into his ear, “The moment I enter you, you’ll understand that this…this is what you are meant for. To be your Daddy’s obedient, adorable onahole. From this moment forward, all you’ll think about is my cock. The only thing you’ll want is my cock. You’ll beg for it, do anything I say just to get it and will exist solely to please me. Understood?”

“Y…Yes…” Shouto gasped, even as that little voice in the back of his mind was steadily getting louder, screaming far off in the distance for him to break free from this haze, to fight and get away. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes…Daddy…”

“Good boy. Now,” Dad straightened up, wrapping his large hands around the slight curve of Shouto’s hips, “here’s your reward.”

That tiny voice howled in anguish, begging Shouto to move but…there was nothing he could do. Even if he wanted to, he hadn’t been told he could. Exerting bruising pressure on Shouto’s hips, Dad wrenched him back, forcibly impaling him on his massive, monstrous cock. All the air was knocked out of Shouto’s lungs. His mouth turned into a perfect ‘o’. Tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes stretched open wide, he came once more. Dad’s cock speared through the tight ring of muscle to sink deep inside him, filling him up with an incredible heat. He was so big, he could feel him in his stomach! His ass was being stretched beyond its limit, forcibly shoved open and it felt so insanely good! A delirious smile spread across his dazed, flushed face. Ah, it had so much sense now. Why this felt so divine, like he was experiencing a slice of heaven on earth…he was meant for this. He had always been meant for this! He was his Daddy’s precious little onahole! He was meant to take this cock! All of his holes were meant to be stuffed full of his Daddy’s cock! He was meant to make his Daddy feel good, to make him cum! Nothing else mattered! All he wanted was this magnificent cock! He wanted his Daddy to pump his stomach full of his sticky seed! 

“Does it feel good, Shouto?” Dad laughed huskily, his large hand sliding down to the plump curve of Shouto’s ass to give it a hard squeeze. 

“Good-!” Shouto howled at the top of his lungs, his tongue lewdly hanging out of his mouth. He bounced on top of the table, his legs and cock flopping from the sheer force of Dad’s thrusts, “Good-! Good-! More-! Fuck me more-! Use me more-! Stuff this slutty onahole full of your cum-!”

To his delight, he could feel Dad shudder at those words. Inhaling sharply, Dad lunged down to chomp down hard on the curve of Shouto’s shoulder, pulling a delight shriek out of him. Lapping his tongue over the bright red mark, Dad murmured, “Good boy. Now, just keep doing as you’re told and Daddy will keep making you feel this good. Understand?”

“Yes…” Shouto moaned happily. There was no way he would do anything other than what Dad told him. He…he was his, he belonged to him…his plaything, his little pet. Whatever Dad wanted from him, he would gladly give because he was his Daddy’s precious onahole.