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Happy Birthday?	By : Ender_Menon Category: +S through Z > The Sims Views: 4534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shark was disgusted and horrified at the very fact that he was being forced to give his own father head. Though Dennis was not as aggressive as Sinbad was, it still made him want to throw up.
"You warmed back up yet, Mister Rotter?" Dennis looked off to the side, as if he didn't notice he was face-fucking his own son. Sinbad stood back up, but kept his eyes to the floor. He simply nodded. He then looked over his shoulder at Shark, and grinned like a madman.
"You know I am." He approached the two again, but this time, he sat behind Shark. He dragged his fingers up the boy's leg, occasionally drawing circles on the bare skin.
Shark damn near jumped when he felt one of Sinbad's fingers plunge into his hole. He felt it move around, as if it were attempting to stretch him open.
"Hey, boss," Sinbad said, with a smirk on his face, "your boy here's got a hell of a nice ass."
"I'm thinking he inherited it from his mother. Lucky son of a bitch," Dennis said as he looked down at Shark, who was still sucking him off.
The finger inside Shark's ass withdrew, only to be replaced by Sinbad's giant cock. The searing pain, along with the lack of lubrication, was unbearable. The teen was so taken off guard, he felt tears of fear and agony spring to his eyes.
It was obviously no fun being double-teamed. Shark could feel himself tearing from one end, enough to feel what was likely blood. Then, he felt Dennis finally come.
"Come on now, son. Don't be rude and swallow." He hated how sickening-sweet his father's voice sounded. Shark was left with no choice, however. Reluctantly, he swallowed his father's jizz, somehow without gagging. His mouth now free of dick, Shark was able to shriek as much as he wanted.
As he had come to get used to, Shark felt a smack upside the head, followed by Sinbad saying, "Will you shaddup?!" His screaming was then toned down to moaning in pain and sobbing. He looked at his father, who had now gotten to his feet. Dennis was now merely watching as his employee brutally raped his young son.
The boy's eyesight blurred with tears. He felt so confused, betrayed, and now, violated. The horrifying pain only intensified when Sinbad drove harder into him. He then felt something hot beginning to coat his insides, practically stinging. Shark's eyes widened in horror when he realized Sinbad had released inside him.
Despite being in an immense amount of pain, Shark couldn't scream anymore. He was too afraid to. He did, however, wince as Sinbad pulled out. He felt used, and filthy.
Once again, Dennis approached the bed. The boy began shivering in horror as he realized what his father was going to do next.
Any hope of Shark jumping free and escaping was dashed when Sinbad took hold of the back of his head and held him down. Shark whimpered and cried as he felt the redhead's fingers drag across his face. He then shouted out when he felt Dennis push into his tore-up and bleeding entrance.
Sinbad had already did some serious damage, but Dennis was now taking his turn almost gloatingly. Shark squealed in blinding pain as he felt his father thrust harder into him. He then felt his arms be held behind his back.
"Dad...! Dad, please stop..." Shark tried pleading with his father-turned-rapist, to no avail. "Please Dad, no..."
"What's the matter, son? Don't like spending time with your daddy? After all this effort I put into thinking of something for your birthday, you could at least be a little more grateful." Dennis leaned in far enough over Shark to press his lips to the boy's neck. Shark tried squirming away as his father made his way up to his cheek, kissing him.
Shark looked over at Sinbad, silently begging him to do something. Sinbad merely looked him right in the eyes, watching everything happen. The teen then closed his eyes, trying to block out everything around him.
"Please, stop...Dad...Daddy, please..." Shark's voice began to seem more childlike. The volume of his speech dropped to a strangulated whisper. He was now reduced once again to crying and occasionally calling out for Dennis to stop.
It almost felt as if he were being tore apart completely from within. His father seemed to enjoy raping his own flesh and blood, with the very genitals that produced him. All Shark could do was lay there as he was violated, with tears practically pouring down his eyes. His vision blurred. Even then, he could've sworn he saw Sinbad bite his lip.
Finally, Dennis slowed down, and released himself into Shark. Not knowing anything else to do, Shark began screaming bloody murder. Or at least, he did until Sinbad covered his mouth. He felt his father pull out, and he himself went limp.
He didn't even realize when he felt a sheet thrown onto his naked body, and the one under him pulled away.
The teen saw both adults walking away, with Dennis carrying the soiled sheet over his shoulder. Shark stared at the mess on it, a strange pinkish color. No doubt the mix of his blood and their semen. He heard the men discussing about the best place to destroy the evidence as they walked out the door.
Before leaving the room, Sinbad hesitated, and looked back over at Shark. He only maintained eye contact for a few brief moments, then turned away and followed his boss.

Shark found himself in a rather stark room. Besides a desk, a couple of chairs, and maybe an inspirational poster or two, there was little in the room to keep his attention.
Instead, he listened to the voices outside the door. He heard his uncle talking to a woman, presumably the one Shark talked to on the phone. There was also another man's voice he didn't recognize.
The only words he could make out were "Racket", "life sentence", and "trauma". When the voices died down, Shark heard the door open. The boy looked away. He didn't want the police officers to think he'd been eavesdropping.
"Shark Racket?" He looked up to see a young man in uniform, holding a clipboard and smiling gently. He practically exuded an aura of purity. "I'm Officer Goode, and I'll be asking you a few questions about what happened." His voice was soft, almost lyrical.
"Okay." The voice that Shark spoke with didn't seem to be his own. It was almost as if he didn't feel like himself.
"First question: What general timeframe did the event take place?"
"Um..." Shark swallowed, and played with his hands. "About...late afternoon, early in the evening, I guess. I can't remember." Officer Goode nodded, and wrote on his clipboard.
"All right...Who were the involved parties? Can you...can you give names, is what that means." Shark began to tremble.
"They were...well, besides me, obviously...they were Dennis Racket, my father, and some guy who I think was named...Sinbad?" At this point, the policeman's smile faded.
"So that's why..." Shark wanted to know what he meant by that, when the officer looked away and muttered. He looked back and tried to explain himself. "Oh, erm...Well, this morning, the one you called Sinbad turned himself into the station. He didn't specify the reason. I would presume your plight is related."
Shark bit his lip in concern. "He...I guess. But he was just..."
"Yes?" Officer Goode lifted his pen to his clipboard. "What about him?"
"He told me..." Shark folded his hands into his lap. "He said several times that he was just following orders. I don't think he really wanted to be a part of it. But..." The teen looked down, beginning to tremble. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's just as much a victim as I am."
Officer Goode nodded, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I see. If it's any consolation, and if I am allowed to, would you like me to take you to see him after questioning?"
Shark looked the policeman right in the eyes. He mulled over the cause and effect, then nodded.
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