Quickie Snack
The screen flashed white as the stream started. A rather obnoxious and cheap-sounding tune played in the background, accompanied by a simple logo. The intro itself was short, lasting barely ten seconds. A smooth transition brought the host of the program into focus, sitting on an opulent love seat next to an equally luxurious couch.
He was a well-kept man. His black hair was styled into a cowlick, which accentuated his black beard quite nicely. The fullness of it was similar to his thick lips, which were parted, showing pearlescent teeth - most likely veneers. Above them was his rather wide nose, on which a pair of gold-rimmed designer sunglasses rested. The only other accessory on his face were his heavy-looking earrings - giant gold rings out of which an arrow poked out. They dangled as he spoke, the shimmering material reflecting on his dark brown skin.
"Hello, ladies, gentlemen and more! I hope you are having a wonderful evening! I will be your host today - Jaxon Cox in the flesh! And with that - welcome to TabooVision! Today, we are having a special premiere! Introducing - the game-shooooooow-" he prolonged the last word for effect alongside a drum-roll.
"MOTHEEEEER CUCKEEEEER. Yes, my dear viewers, we are here with our two lovely participants. Frank. Derek. Please, introduce yourselves." the host gestured to the side as the camera panned.
Into view came two other men. One of them was a stout, broad-shouldered man. Similarly to the host, his face too was adorned by a thick, bushy beard - more unkempt that Jaxon's, though. His black wife-beater had obvious holes and stains on it, but most of them were already faded from time. His jeans were equally as dirty, yet somehow even more ripped apart - and it certainly didn't look intentional. His eyes narrowed as his lips pulled back. His two rows of clean, but occasionally missing teeth clacked while he sneered and spoke.
"We were told there would be money. We came here to take part in... whatever you want to call this perverse farce. No interview was included."
The host simply laughed, slapping his hand - adorned with a few heavy-looking rings - onto his knee.
"Oh, isn't he a hoot? That's a real blue-collar attitude for you thirsty hoes out there! I know you all would like a piece of him, but leave it for after the show is over, m'kay? Because this participant, bricklayer and father since his eighteenth year, is none other than Fraaaaaank Mattheeeeeeews!" the host started clapping.
A fake applause was overlayed over the sound as a simple graphic appeared onscreen, reading: 'Frank Matthews - Age 38'.
The old man's eyebrows almost fused together as they met, an angry blaze igniting in his eyes. But just as he was about to say something, the host interrupted him right as he was inhaling.
"But he's only one the two participants." Jaxon said, before facing the camera and adding in a whisper, "One of the two knowing participants, that is."
Right besides Frank was a rather lanky looking man. Looking like he was barely in his twenties, his hands squirmed and played with the holes on his jeans, green eyes cast downwards. He had no facial hair to boast about, nor the presence that the other two men had in heaps.
"This little fellow here is Dereeeeeek Mattheeeeeeews!" the host finished, giving another clap accompanied by a post-production applause.
Similarly as before, text faded into the scene, reading: 'Derek Matthews - Age 20'.
Then, a dramatic piano chord. Suddenly, Jaxon's expression was all serious as he faced the camera - his lips pressed into a tight line.
"But, as you observant viewers might have noticed, these men share the same surname. Lucky coincidence? Why, of course not! You're watching TabooVision, after all. These men are actually father..." he pauses, the microphones capturing his long inhale, "...and son!"
He brought his hands to his face as he did one of the most over-the-top shrieks one could muster. The background sounds were similarly exaggerated, with a loud thunder audio resounding in the stream. The two men on the couch looked rather displeased with the level of emotions shown.
Derek slouched a bit more, his left-leaning spinal curvature now clearly visible. Frank simply sat up straight, his top riding up a bit to reveal the rather pale skin contrasting with the rest of his visible tan. As if nothing happened, the host resumed.
"Now, this isn't a shock to any regular viewers here, I'm sure. But if you're new, enjoy the novelty. Back to the show though! Frank. Derek. You both signed a rather vague contract to appear here. Are you ready to find out just what you're about to do for the next week?"
"I know you want us to fuck. For money. Good money. So get on with it." Frank huffed, already undoing his belt.
Derek looked away, his face blushing as he pulled his knees up to his chin.
"Now, now, hold your horses! You're not going to fuck here! Of course not, Frank." Jaxon simply shook his head.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Just tell us what to do instead of blabbering then!" Frank exclaimed as he punched his thighs.
"Yes, darling! Love the enthusiasm! So, perk up you two. And all of you darlings at home as well! The premise is simple. These two lovely men are going to go back home. And every day, over the course of the week, they'll receive a little text. In it, they'll have some short and sweet instructions as to what we want to see them do. Or rather, how we want to see them fuck! Every day they comply, they'll accumulate money from the growing daily rewards! And by the end of the show, they'll get it all! But here's the catch. You see, they don't live alone. Frank's lovely wife - good old Linda Matthews - is not in on this peak of entertainment. And it'd be too cruel to have her find out by being a witness, no? So our two gents will have to make sure she doesn't catch them in the act. If she does get lucky? Uh oh, that's a big fat zero on the winning sum!" Jaxon explained whilst using various gestures.
The two participants in question simply listened and nodded their heads. There was no real hatred or repulsion visible on their faces, just resignation and acceptance.
"Is that it?" Derek chimed in for the first time.
"Look at this cutie! 'Is that it?', he asks. Well, yes, my darling. It's really that simple. Of course, the viewers at home will be involved a bit too! They will have the option to decide what little extra challenge to give you each day. You know, just to make sure things keep being interesting!" Jaxon laughed.
"Fucking hell... I sure hope they are little. Now do we have all we need? Can we get to it and get it over with?" Frank sighed.
"Soon! A few last technicalities. If you two so choose, you can leave the show at any point. No fees or penalties! You get all the money you've won up until that point too! Same if you don't fulfill the daily challenge. Oh, and we have a few stipulations as to how the sex has to be. Now, first of all, you need to choose who will be the top and bottom for this show. Oh, uh, since you two probably don't know what that means - the one who fucks and the one who gets fucked. Then, during each daily challenge, the top has to ejaculate into the bottom. No condoms over here, honey. We didn't give you those STD tests for no reason. But the bottom has to ejaculate too - with the top's help, of course. No masturbating in the corner by yourself, no sir! And that's it! Simple, isn't it?" Jaxon smiled and snapped his fingers.
"I'm the one fucking." Frank declared without missing a beat.
Derek glared in his dad's direction, his eyebrows furrowing, before they slanted back and he gave off a sigh. He nodded.
"Well, that was quick! Glad we got that sorted out. Now, you two can go. I bet after this week's over, you won't view your house the same way ever again." Jaxon threw his head back as he clapped his hands together.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go, Derek." Frank stood up and started marching out of the screen.
"Uhm... I just have one more question... You... when the contract said that there would be no repercussions from this, does that include after the show is over too? And how about the viewers? What if they... you know... report us or something?" asked Derek shyly.
"Oh, you sweet thing. No worries. Over here at TabooVision we have our trusty motto: 'Our men fuck, but our lawyers fuck harder.' So no stress, m'kay? Every viewer watching this is legally obliged to not say a peep. Not even show a hint of recognition that they know you from here. And yes, that includes before, during and after recording. All clear, darling?"
"I... I guess so..." Derek shrugged as he stood up and followed his dad out of the view of the camera.
Jaxon turned to face the viewer directly.
"Well, they are going to have a fun time once they get home. But you, my dear perverts, will get to see their first day right away! Let's take a look and get your tissues ready, baby." he winked at the camera.
Then, without big fanfare, the screen cut to a scene filmed from inside the two men's car. While the angle was a bit awkward, mainly due to being placed behind a few interior features, the footage was crisp and of the highest quality.
"Are you sure about this?" Derek asked, his speech just as clear as when he had been in the studio.
"What is there not to be sure about? You have any other idea how to get money quick? If so, out with it. And since you refuse to get a job, we have to resort to this, yes. But hey, at least it's not a loan shark." Frank hissed.
"I keep telling you, nobody is hiring, Frank! I send out applications daily, but don't get a single response!" Derek defended himself.
"Shush. Whatever the case, we're making money now. And quite generously too. One fuck a day for a week and we have a million in the bag, you hear me? Can't say I've ever wanted to get into a man's ass, but that amount of money would make anyone's dick hard." Frank shrugged as he turned the wheel.
"Easy for you to say! You're not getting a cock up your ass!" Derek bristled.
"So? Man up a bit, would you? It's literally just for a week. And it's not like you won't enjoy it. You heard the guy. He said you need to blast as well. So stop complaining, alright?" Frank groaned as he overtook a few cars.
"Tch. Can't believe my old man is going to fuck my asshole open and take my V-card. Wonderful." Derek crossed his arms.
"Watch your fucking mouth, Derek. You act all shy and shit on camera, but your tongue is quite unruly when we're back home. Other dads would have already shoved soap into your mouth for that, you know?"
"Yeah, and instead of soap in my mouth you're going to shove your schlong in my ass! Like that's any better." Derek cried out.
"Oh my fucking... I'll never hear the end of this, will I? It's not my fault you're still a virgin and it's not my fault we don't have enough cash to go by. Blame your stellar mom for that."
"Yeah, like you're any better. How long has it been since mom let you hit? Probably not once since she had me. Can't blame her." Derek muttered, before adding in really quietly. "Who'd want to get shagged by a fugly brute like you."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear any of that. For your sake. Now, we're going home soon. Remember, there will be cameras all around us. So at least try and make us not look bad." Frank sighed, seemingly unaware of what all was being recorded.
"Like it matters. We're going to be fucking for millions to watch. If that doesn't get us in trouble, my attitude won't either."
Frank simply shook his head as he pulled over into the driveway. The camera feed went dark.
Suddenly, a ton of different angles appeared on the screen. Multiple views of the outside of their rather dilapidated house. One story, few rooms, mostly fixed-up windows and a rather yellow lawn. One of the feeds enlarged to fill out the entire resolution, showing a view from a nearby tree.
One could easily see the two men come out of their car and slam the doors shut, causing the vehicle to shudder and groan. Surprisingly, it didn't fall apart, which seemed like a miracle from its apparent state. Dented doors, scratched color, hole in the trunk, rusty wheels. Honestly, it was a mystery how that thing still drove around.
The orange hue of the setting sun accompanied the view of the two men getting inside. The door creaked loudly as it opened and closed, barely hanging onto its hinges. And that was it. They were home. Both of them didn't really know what to do, apparent from their rather tense postures and nervous hand twitching.
But after a few minutes of no information, their stances slowly relaxed. They went their separate ways as was seemingly the norm. Frank collapsed onto the couch and turned on the small, grainy TV. He kicked his feet up onto the rickety table and, seemingly forgetting he was being filmed all around the clock, let his bodily functions take the wheel - quite loudly, at that.
Derek, meanwhile, was sitting on the bed in his rather narrow room. His laptop was glowing, but the screen had sadly been blurred post-production. By the colors and shapes one could easily tell it was some sort of social media platform, though.
This monotony continued on for a good hour, until there was barely any natural light left, plunging the house into a dim atmosphere. However, the low-light vision of the cameras continued to perfectly capture the footage without fail. Then, a little window temporarily appeared on the feed, showing a person walking to the front door.
Soon enough, it opened, causing Frank to jolt out of his half-asleep state. The newcomer - seemingly a middle-aged woman, dressed quite extravagantly - gave the house one good look and started talking with a shrill, yell-like voice.
"Frank! Look at the dust all around this place! Would it kill you to vacuum? For once?"
"Calm down, Linda. The dust is still fine." Frank replied, voice still groggy.
"Yeah? You know what isn't fine? Your dirty feet on our table! Put them down! They smell enough on their own, you don't need to contaminate the rest of the house with your stink!" she continued yelling.
"Yes, dear." he sighed and put them down onto the floor.
"Good. See? You can be compromising for once. Is Derek home too?"
"Probably? Saw him come home, didn't see him leave, so he's probably in his room again, as usual. Maybe he's watching that stupid animal shit on the internet again or something." Frank grumbled.
"Again?! He should finally move on and find a real job! How long are we to keep him here? I need my space and my privacy, Frank. How am I supposed to get that when he's right in the next room?" she bemoaned.
"I think he's in the same boat there, honey. I could hear him beating his meat a few weeks ago. Not something I'd want to know about, nor do I imagine he wants to know we know." Frank shrugged.
"What? You're so disgusting! Why does everything always turn so gross with you? I'm going to bed - I can't stand being with you when you're like this." Linda turned on her heel with an air of melodrama.
After she strutted over to the master bedroom door and fittingly slammed it behind her, Frank simply sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't have time to ruminate for too long, as a message chimed in from his phone.
It was overlayed on the screen as well, reading:
'Hello, my two TabooVisioners. I hope you managed to get a good little rest, because we are starting soon! When is soon? Right now, m'kay?! Now, today's task is simple, you two. Frank, you just need to bend Derek over the counter and fuck him - as we agreed. Remember the terms and you'll be fine! Can't wait to see you both pop that man-on-man cherry. And who better to pop it with than your own flesh and blood?
P.S.: Check the knife drawer for a little surprise from us.'
Frank's eyebrows visibly shot upwards as he got onto his legs. His knees shuddered slightly before he managed to start walking towards the kitchen. As the stress seemed to have abated, with a steeled hand he gripped the handle of the drawer. Pulling it open, a small violet packet was placed precariously on the blades of the cheap knives. The camera made sure to zoom onto the logo as Frank pulled it out. 'Extra-sensitive Lubricant' was written on the otherwise quite barren material. Another sigh escaped from his lips.
Frank's head turned as Derek's door opened from the other end of the house, his mop of hair peeking out, directly in the direction of the kitchen. His gaze locked onto his dad and the rather irritated semi-scowl adorning the patriarch's face. A similar sigh escaped his lips as he made his way towards the to-be sex scene. The socks on his feet muffled any sound his walking might have made, especially since he took the time to nearly tip-toe around the door to the master bedroom.
As the two eventually met, they first stared at the small gift from the studio, occasionally glancing at each other.
"This is it, huh?" Derek said, grasping his wrist as he put his arms behind his back.
"Yup. Bend over." Frank said as he started unbuckling himself.
"Wha- Just like that?" Derek yelped as he took a step back.
"Keep it down!" Frank whispered harshly.
But as he was looking at Derek's rather astonished expression, he let go of his belt and rubbed his face with his hand, taking a deep breath.
"Look, Derek. We both want this over with as soon as possible, yes? We get twenty five thousand for today. Twenty. Five. Thousand. So let's make sure we get it done and go our merry way, alright?" Frank spoke as he put a hand onto Derek's shoulder.
The younger man did not seem too thrilled, but with a look away and a deep breath identical to his dad's, he gave a simple nod and turned around, pulling his pants down.
Frank finally finished undoing his buckle as his pants fell down nearly immediately. He pulled down his well-worn boxers as well, revealing a rather thick, flaccid member. It was nestled in an unruly bush of dark pubic hair, sitting on a quite sizable scrotum - equally as hairy.
Derek started fumbling around with his clothes as well. He reached for his jeans and started pulling at them, his gaze fixed forward into the hallway as he bent over the counter. His body was at high alert, every muscle of his visibly tense even through the lens. As he pulled and pulled, the denim eventually gave in and pooled around his ankles as well. His white briefs somehow seemed just as bright on the low-light camera feed as they must have been in real life. Yet his hands stopped at the waistband. He shook a bit as his eyes looked down.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Derek whispered so quietly, it wasn't even guaranteed Frank had heard him.
"It was more-or-less your idea, Derek. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now." Frank scoffed as he tore away the top of the lube packet.
"I'm going to get my ass cherry popped! By you! How can I not be getting cold feet?" Derek's tone roughened.
"Yeah? Like I'm winning here. Fucking a man's ass isn't exactly something I like to be doing either. But the money is good, so might as well. Plus, at the end of the day, I'd rather it's you than some stranger." Frank shrugged, starting to spread the liquid onto his length.
"I mean... I guess? I'd rather not get fucked at all. But the money is good, you're right..."
"Listen, if you really don't want to do it or if it'll hurt or something, just tell me. We can always stop. You heard that host guy yourself - there's no penalty for ending the game early. But if you just feel scared or something, I suggest you man up. You'll never get easier money than this. In your entire lifetime - I guarantee it." Frank said as he stroked himself to a semi-erect state.
"'Man up.' That's so typical of you, dad. That's the only thing you can ever say to me, huh?" Derek shot a venomous glare at Frank from behind his shoulder.
"I'm not having this discussion with you again. Not this time. Now, just tell me if you're ready to go."
Derek's rim got poked by Frank's cock after having hardened almost to its full length. It was a rather impressive specimen. The video was edited to include statistics on the screen, claiming that his dick was nearly eight inches long. They made sure to show it from multiple angles on a freeze frame. One could see the light veins, the pulled-back foreskin, the glistening purple cockhead and even the slightly weeping slit. A rather large glob of precum mixed with lubricant was hanging from the tip.
"I mean... I think I'm ready? But is there any lube left for my ass? Or did you pour all out on your dick?" Derek answered as the show resumed.
"Huh? Your ass doesn't need it if my dick has it, right? Here, let me show you."
Frank pressed against the ring with his pecker, entering with great ease. Derek seemed to have wanted to say something, yet the words got stuck in his throat as his dad's length entered him. Slowly, it filled him out. His guts accommodated easily, almost belying his reported virginity. Yet he was clearly not the only one affected.
His dad's expression contorted. From one of intense concentration, to one of pleasure and ecstasy. Frank's eyes dilated and glassed over as his mouth hung slack. His hands shook as he grabbed Derek's hips harder and pushed himself in with a final slap of his balls against his son's taint. A shuddering groan escaped him.
"Fuuuuuck... You can't imagine how good a real hole feels. After twenty years of fucking my fist... I didn't think your ass would be tighter than your mom on our wedding night." Frank uttered as he bend over too, laying his chest onto Derek's back.
"That's gross. I don't want to hear that!" Derek protested, but his words were strained as he held onto the counter for dear life.
"Yeah, yeah. Just - fuck - hold still, will you? I'll get this done as soon as possible." Frank grunted as he started moving.
The rhythm was slow at first, the length trailing its way on the rim - pushing and pulling. One could see the pucker cling onto the cockhead as it attempted to retreat, only to be pushed back in when Frank thrust forward. While the hole seemed to relax more and more, the pace was only picking up.
Soon enough, the hairy groin was slamming rapidly into the pliant flesh on the receiving end, the wet squelches of lube and precum accompanying semi-translucent fluid flying into all directions. At this point, Frank was fully on top of Derek's back, pressing him into the furniture. Derek did not seem to want to complain, as his gaze was distant and misted over - clearly showcased by the erect mast in-between his own legs.
It really did not take long for the climax to be reached. Frank swallowed most of his ecstatic groan as his eyes rolled back slightly, hips stilling their thrusting, instead trembling. His legs were similarly wobbly as his balls worked to pump out all of their content, so meticulously stored throughout years.
Another perspective was offered to the viewer. This time, the camera was most likely on the floor as it looked perfectly upwards. Due to the rewind, one could perfectly see the climax again. How Frank's asscheeks clenched together as he fully sheathed himself in his son. His feet going onto their toes, most likely to allow him to get even deeper inside. Yet even as their movements stilled, the show was not over. This perfect view showcased Frank's balls squeezing themselves out to the last drop, his veiny cock throbbing into rhythm with his breath and heartbeat. It got to the point where excess cum oozed out of Derek's backdoor, finding its way around the cock lodged in there. A few sticky droplets landed on the lens, covering it with an opaque white goo.
The feed switched back to an actually usable perspective, with a perfect view of the kitchen. The two men were still laying there, not moving, as if trying to process what had just happened. Derek's voice was the one to sober them up.
"Dad? I still... I need to come. The deal." he said with a sheepish voice.
"Fuck, you're right. Here, I'll give you a reach-around, okay?" Frank said as his hand shot forward.
It snaked around Derek's waist before enveloping his throbbing dick. Quick strokes followed soon after - rough and uncompromising. The young man seemed as if he wanted to protest, but his legs merely buckled from the overwhelming sensation, as well as from the weight of his own father pressing on his back. Thankfully, another hand landed on his chest, as Frank's arm held him up.
Not even a minute later and hot ropes of jizz were streaming out of the pleasured cock. They landed on the cabinet, slowly flowing down the wood in cascades. Derek's balls continued to push more and more out, until he too was spent. His piss slit opened up a few more times as he rode out his orgasm, but nothing more came out. All of this was accompanied by his breathless gasping. His body was shuddering.
"All done?" Frank simply asked as he stopped moving.
"Uh... uh-huh. I think so." Derek said groggily.
"Good. Go wash up and straight to bed, son. I'll clean up." Frank said as he pulled out with a loud plop.
"Don't call me that! I've told you I don't like it!" Derek bristled almost immediately, losing all the tiredness from his demeanor - much to Frank's dismay.
"Yeah, yeah... Now get moving, before your mom finds us here. You want that money just as much as me, don't you?"
Derek straightened his back and looked at his father defiantly, but his gaze yielded after a second or two. He lowered his head and pulled up his pants before he started walking away. Almost immediately he halted and pressed one of his hands against his ass. A little wet splotch appeared on his clothes. His cheeks blossomed into a shade of red that the cameras picked up even in the poor lighting conditions. The rest of the way to the bathroom he waddled, his legs tense all over.
If Frank had noticed, he certainly didn't let it show. Ducking down immediately, he took out a few paper towels and scrubbed at the viscous liquid. He dunked them in some water after he had noticed that the stains weren't going away. After the cleaning was done, he took the used packet and mixed it in with the rest of the overflowing trash in the bin. It made its way into the core of the container, obscured from sight by all of the packages and wrappers around it.
The captured scene slowly zoomed out as credits started moving across the screen rapidly. Suddenly, the image transitioned back to Jaxon in a TabooVision studio. For the first time, he was visible completely, from head to toes. His outfit consisted of a silk tuxedo, paired with a matching cut of dress pants. They were both extremely shiny and dyed a royal purple. His black lacquered dress shoes clicked as he got closer to the camera.
"Well, my darlings, that is it for episode one! What a lovely couple the two of them make, no? Personally, I can't wait to see them in action some more! But don't worry, we still have six more days left with them. Ideally, at least. But here comes the kicker." Jaxon shimmied to the side.
A board of sorts appeared on the screen, edited in with three icons: a pair of lips, two opposite-facing arrows, and a speech bubble.
"Now, listen closely. Here at TabooVision we value you! And that's why you'll be able to participate in our little show! Here's the deal: You vote for one of these three options. And the one with the most votes will get added into the requirements for our lovely father and son in the next episode! What are the options? Well, open your ears now."
He adjusted his clothes and cleared his throat.
"Option one! A mandatory make-out session directly during their hot fuck! Who knows, maybe one of them is secretly a good kisser. Option two! The good old switcheroo. This one is simple - they just switch roles for an episode! Want to see daddy taking his son for a change? Option three! Some dirty speech is always fun, no? We'll give them a script that they have to say, full of nasty lines and things that would make any stuck-up granny clutch her pearls." he concluded with a clap of his hands.
"And that's it! Remember the options and cast your vote! If your brain is still drunk from your jerking session, that's okay, feel free to rewind! Actually, rewatch the entire episode while you're at it. As a treat, you horny little bastard. And don't worry - if your pick didn't win this time, it'll still be available next time! So no one is truly missing out. Anyways! Ciao ciao and goodbye! Remember: stay freaky!" he waved with both of his his hands.
The screen turned dark, the episode having ended. A little menu appeared in its stead, allowing for a choice between the 'enhancements'. It was time to pick.
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