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written for @picturebookfest, prompt six, #sharingiscaring | jinkook | father/son incest | age play | bp | daddy kink | coercion/dub-con | chikan | old + young | voyeurism | school girl skirt, tiny panties, stompy shoes 
It's a nail Googie feels first, broad and neatly kept, tracing below the hem of his skirt. He almost shouts out, but that's not how the arrangement works.
A cage remains a cage, however gilded it may be and for all that Googie's Daddy is generous with gifting his son a
A cage remains a cage, however gilded it may be and for all that Googie's Daddy is generous with gifting his son a
whole manner of toys and trinkets, a key is not something he ever intends to give.
Googie has to earn each of his tiny, trivial freedoms; has to beg to be allowed beyond their front door.
If Googie wants a trip out to his Daddy's work? Then he must agree to entertain him on
Googie has to earn each of his tiny, trivial freedoms; has to beg to be allowed beyond their front door.
If Googie wants a trip out to his Daddy's work? Then he must agree to entertain him on
the commute; make himself useful on the train as he certainly won't be once they reach the office.
Daddy's job requires a brain for facts and figures and Daddy's homeschooling curriculum hadn't left much time for maths and business management. As Jin regularly reminds Googie,
Daddy's job requires a brain for facts and figures and Daddy's homeschooling curriculum hadn't left much time for maths and business management. As Jin regularly reminds Googie,
he’s not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 kind of boy.
No, Googie's the kind of boy who spreads his legs for anyone who chances a sneaking touch.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 how he earns his privileges. His fleeting trips outside of his beautifully suffocating gilded cage.
No, Googie's the kind of boy who spreads his legs for anyone who chances a sneaking touch.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 how he earns his privileges. His fleeting trips outside of his beautifully suffocating gilded cage.
Daddy takes his usual seat at the opposite end of the carriage, classic Burberry overcoat thrown across his lap to hide the hand slipped past the
waistband of his suit trousers.
Googie clings to a steel pole up the near the sliding doors, crowded in by other travellers who are only going a stop or two. Businessmen mostly, like
Googie clings to a steel pole up the near the sliding doors, crowded in by other travellers who are only going a stop or two. Businessmen mostly, like
his Daddy.
Though none of them are as pretty as Daddy is, or quite as impeccably dressed.
Most of them much older, too; enough that he'd have to address them with 𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪.
But Googie doesn't speak.
Though none of them are as pretty as Daddy is, or quite as impeccably dressed.
Most of them much older, too; enough that he'd have to address them with 𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪.
But Googie doesn't speak.
Not to greet the man whose tracing nail become a skim of four leathery knuckles against the outline of his cunnie through his tiny cotton panties [white and virginal, wet with anticipation], nor to acknowledge the man who uses the motion of the train to keep to his erection
bumping against the sweet swell of Googie’s ass.
Then there are the noses at his neck, drinking in his scent like a pack of starving dogs sniffing out prey and going feral for its fear. Penning him in so that he can’t bait them into a chase.
He’s the easiest of pickings, even
Then there are the noses at his neck, drinking in his scent like a pack of starving dogs sniffing out prey and going feral for its fear. Penning him in so that he can’t bait them into a chase.
He’s the easiest of pickings, even
with his Daddy keeping watch.
Jin barely blinks so as not to miss a moment of his son being molested by so many anonymous hands.
Two sets of nicotine stained nails wander up beneath his tiny plaid skirt to yank his trembling thighs apart so that a third can
Jin barely blinks so as not to miss a moment of his son being molested by so many anonymous hands.
Two sets of nicotine stained nails wander up beneath his tiny plaid skirt to yank his trembling thighs apart so that a third can
probe beyond his underwear and skid against the slipperyness of his well-trained cunt. He’s hungry for them, doesn’t care who they belong to, who is watching as intently as his father. The teasing makes him drip and squirm, dark curls falling foward as he tips his head to the
cool relief of the pole he’s clutching to steady himself.
He gasps at the sordid filth of another middle aged man’s tongue dragging against the delicate shell of his ear, incisors bared and dick, straining dangerously at the crotch of his trousers, catching at the cleft of his
He gasps at the sordid filth of another middle aged man’s tongue dragging against the delicate shell of his ear, incisors bared and dick, straining dangerously at the crotch of his trousers, catching at the cleft of his
as it ruts between the plush give of his cheeks.
“This is what you were wanting when you got yourself dressed up as such a little needy slut this morning, isn’t it boy?”
Jin had chosen Googie’s outfit. The schoolgirl skirt, the snow white panties, shirt and ankle socks. He’d
“This is what you were wanting when you got yourself dressed up as such a little needy slut this morning, isn’t it boy?”
Jin had chosen Googie’s outfit. The schoolgirl skirt, the snow white panties, shirt and ankle socks. He’d
laid them out at the foot of his bed as a message.
He’s Daddy’s needy little slut, Daddy’s dove, and Daddy likes to see him used.
“You’re almost making this too easy, little boy,” The perverted older man with the sloppy tongue adds and despite the bustling white noise
He’s Daddy’s needy little slut, Daddy’s dove, and Daddy likes to see him used.
“You’re almost making this too easy, little boy,” The perverted older man with the sloppy tongue adds and despite the bustling white noise
of the train rocking over the tracks and the other passengers, J.ngkook hears the metallic 𝘻𝘪𝘱 of a fly being undone, the brush of a dick being tugged past cotton.
His panties drop the floor to tangle around his chunky black boots and the fingers that have been fiddling
His panties drop the floor to tangle around his chunky black boots and the fingers that have been fiddling
with him spread his pussy lips open so that the man braced up behind him can slot his length betweem them, collecting Googie’s juices as he does and rubbing against his swollen clitty to make him whine.
“There’s a boy, you know what you were bred for, don’t you?” A new voice
“There’s a boy, you know what you were bred for, don’t you?” A new voice
grunts, breathing cheap, stale coffee into J.ngkooks’s face before thick knuckled fingers plunge into his petal of a mouth, “Show me how well you can suck ‘em, kid.”
He looses track of how many men are magnetised to him but they don’t leave an inch of him untouched. The fingers
He looses track of how many men are magnetised to him but they don’t leave an inch of him untouched. The fingers
forcing their way into his throat make him gag and drool like the dumb little thing that he is whilst others rip the buttons of his blouse open to grope at his tiny boy tits, pinching until his pebbled nipples bruise.
The dick at his cunnie contiues to taunt him, its owner
The dick at his cunnie contiues to taunt him, its owner
slapping against his hole but neglecting to fuck up into him; spanking him like Daddy does when he’s an ‘insolent, ill-mannered brat of a boy’.
That isn’t fair, not when he’s been so quick to afford them the respect elders deserve, presenting himself to them without question.
That isn’t fair, not when he’s been so quick to afford them the respect elders deserve, presenting himself to them without question.
“Please, uncle, sir-“ He finds himself whinging, babbling around the fingers weighing down his tongue and lifting onto the toes of his boots in an effort to guide the fat head of the cock to right where he wants it, “Please can Googie get fucked now? Googie’s being a good boy.”
Each of the men want their turn with his cunnie.
No sooner has the first pumped him full of his own release then the second is manhandling him into position so that he can drive the thick load of cum back into him with his own meaty length, fucking into him until Googie is
No sooner has the first pumped him full of his own release then the second is manhandling him into position so that he can drive the thick load of cum back into him with his own meaty length, fucking into him until Googie is
aching and sobbing.
His palms grow damp until they slip down the metal of the pole so that he arches up, making quite a scene as further travellers alight and board. Some avert their eyes as they shuffle around the little slut, some stare in awe, reach out to prod at the
His palms grow damp until they slip down the metal of the pole so that he arches up, making quite a scene as further travellers alight and board. Some avert their eyes as they shuffle around the little slut, some stare in awe, reach out to prod at the
glossy pink of his exposed pussy or leave behind a stinging hand print on the flesh of his straining thighs.
Others bully their way into the crowd he’s attracted to join in with the debauchery; jacking off over him or ducking down to get a taste of his tits, biting until he
Others bully their way into the crowd he’s attracted to join in with the debauchery; jacking off over him or ducking down to get a taste of his tits, biting until he
groans, sore and oversensitive.
He squirts over the thirds dick as it pistons into him, slick gushing and puddling beneath of him like a stream of piss, soaking his panties and his ankle socks. One of the men drops straight down to his knees, unbothered about dirtying his
He squirts over the thirds dick as it pistons into him, slick gushing and puddling beneath of him like a stream of piss, soaking his panties and his ankle socks. One of the men drops straight down to his knees, unbothered about dirtying his
pinstripe suit, too focused needing to get his mouth on Googie’s soaked and abused mound; thrusting his tongue against his clit and not caring whether the boy can cope with the further stimulation.
The tears on Googie’s chubby cheeks, sparkling beneath the train’s strip lights,
The tears on Googie’s chubby cheeks, sparkling beneath the train’s strip lights,
make it clear that he can’t but nobody pays them any mind- other than to lap the dewdrops of them that cling to his jaw.
Each and every one of J.ngkook’s nerve endings flare up like bright lights and as his vision whites out too; the view whipping past the carriage windows
Each and every one of J.ngkook’s nerve endings flare up like bright lights and as his vision whites out too; the view whipping past the carriage windows
becoming a mystery to him so that gaging how far he is from the station nearest to his Daddy’s office is an impossibility.
He doesn’t even recognise Jin’s touch when it comes, despite how familiar his tapered fingers feel as they slip between his legs to inspect the filth of
He doesn’t even recognise Jin’s touch when it comes, despite how familiar his tapered fingers feel as they slip between his legs to inspect the filth of
his swollen little cunnie. It’s not until his Daddy murmurs to him that he blinks up to make hazy eye contact, face crumpling when he’s met with his Daddy’s deceptively kind and beautiful face.
The keeper of his keys, the clipper of his wings.
The keeper of his keys, the clipper of his wings.
“We’re at our stop, baby,” Jin coos, voice as condescending as it always is whenever he addresses his son- entirely disregarding that he’s in his twenties now. He tuts and wipes his sullied fingers on Googie’s panties before he fixes them for him, setting the tiny bow that
decorates the waistband beneath his belly button, “Come on, let’s clean you up in the station’s bathroom before we head to my office, hm? Can’t have you leaking all over the carpeting, it was only laid last month.”
Sitting on Daddy’s lap as he works is a reward reserved for obedient little boys who make Daddy proud. Little birds who don’t ruffle any feathers. An enviable prize.
Googie knows better to jeopardise that; homeschooling hadn’t failed him completely. No, some of his lessons had
Googie knows better to jeopardise that; homeschooling hadn’t failed him completely. No, some of his lessons had
certainly stuck.
So, in lieu of complaining about the burning pain that shoots through him each time Jin adjusts his posture or leans across his desk to pluck up another important document, Googie sucks at his thumb like the baby his Daddy treats him as; tucks into the column of
So, in lieu of complaining about the burning pain that shoots through him each time Jin adjusts his posture or leans across his desk to pluck up another important document, Googie sucks at his thumb like the baby his Daddy treats him as; tucks into the column of
his Daddy’s warm neck to inhale the expensive scent of his Tom Ford cologne when the heady aroma of his mid-morning coffee stirs up memories of the fifty-something-year-old man who’d reminded him of what he’d been 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘥 for.
The insinuation being, of course, that he’d been
The insinuation being, of course, that he’d been
made for the grabbing, greedy hands, dicks and tongues of strangers.
But Googie knows that isn’t true. No, he’d been made 𝘣𝘺 and 𝘧𝘰𝘳 Daddy.
And as a thank you for the Daddy granting him a whole day’s flight, Googie knows he’ll spread his legs, exposing himself all over
But Googie knows that isn’t true. No, he’d been made 𝘣𝘺 and 𝘧𝘰𝘳 Daddy.
And as a thank you for the Daddy granting him a whole day’s flight, Googie knows he’ll spread his legs, exposing himself all over
again on the journey back to their gilded cage of a home.
[ Gosh, I started this forever ago! I kept attempting drafts and then second guessing each one, eventually abandoning it because it didn’t feel right or wasn’t sounding as I wanted it to. I… I think I like this? I think this is what I intended? Hm. Thank you for reading! ]
Gosh, I started this forever ago! I kept attempting drafts and then second guessing each one, eventually abandoning it because it didn’t feel right or wasn’t sounding as I wanted it to. I… I think I like this? I think this is what I intended? Hm. Thank you for reading! ]
