Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Innocence Lost	By : HellraiserMomma Category: +1 through F > Biker Mice from Mars Views: 2727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Biker Mice from Mars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
I do not own the BMFM, they are the property of their rightful owners. This fic is strictly for entertainment only. The character Damian is mine. WARNING: This fic has incest and Non consensual sex in it. DO NOT read if you are under aged.
Innocence Lost
Chapter One
by J. Hellraiser
December 9, 2001; Revised April 17, 2006
Copyright J. Hellraiser, all rights reserved.
Throttle buried himself under his blankets, willing his body to fall asleep. He'd had a long day and needed the rest, but his body refused to cooperate. He was about to turn over when a chill ran up his spine to his antennae, a chill he only got when HE was coming. Throttle buried deeper in to the blankets, trying to control the shivering that suddenly overtook his body. He was going to be 15 soon and here he was, shaking like a young child. But Throttle knew that no child should go through what he did nearly every night.
He could hear the footsteps approaching his room, echoing down the hallway. Throttle squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would be left alone tonight. His hopes were shattered as the squeaking doorknob announced his visitor. A single tear ran down Throttle's face, his body frozen with fear at the man who now stood next to his bed, the man he called "Father."
Damian glared down at his son's prone form in the bed, the lanky body barely visible in the dim room. Damian threw back the covers, earning a gasp from Throttle.
"Sit up and face me."
The low spoken command brought Throttle to an immediate upright position, his back ramrod straight as he turned towards his father. Damian continued to glare. Throttle's body was just starting to fill out more, the muscles well defined along his arms, chest, and legs. Damian knew Throttle wouldn't be as tall as his Uncle, nor as developed. Not that he cared.
"Stand up."
Damian moved back and allowed Throttle to stand. His expression grew darker. Throttle didn't even reach his chin.
"Strip."
Throttle swallowed hard, then began to remove his tee shirt. He did so quickly and did not argue. Last time he asked why, he was beaten severely. Better to comply and save himself some suffering. Next came the sweatpants and then the boxers. Throttle stood naked in front of his father, his face to the ground.
"You are so pathetic. I suppose I have to toughen you up some more."
That's what Damian called it. "Toughening him up." Throttle knew the real reason. He did it because he liked to see his son hurt, liked the feeling of power it brought him. And with that power came pleasure as well. Throttle could hear Damian removing his clothing, then felt a slap across his face that sent him to his side on his bed. Damian held Throttle down on the bed, his hands like iron on his arms.
Damian leaned forward and whispered in to his son's ear, "I want to try something different tonight. What if I made you cum for me? How would you like that?"
Throttle's eyes went wide. Bad enough to be his father's sex toy, to have to feel his father's seed inside of him, but for his father to further shatter him by making him ENJOY it? Throttle desperately tried to get away. Damian laughed harshly, licking along Throttle's jaw line.
"I knew you'd see things my way."
A small gasp escaped Throttle's lips as he felt his father follow his jaw line down to his neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling gently. Despite his resolve to resist, Throttle felt himself warming up to each caress, each kiss. Damian flipped him over so that they were face to face. Before Throttle could do more than register a look of surprise, Damian kissed Throttle, his tongue probing in to his son's mouth. Throttle moaned softly, his father's hands fondling him, bringing his body up to a fevered height. Damian grinned maliciously at hearing his son's moan, moving down Throttle's Adams apple, his lips toying with his erect nipples before following the lines of muscle on his stomach. Throttle's eyes opened wide as he felt Damian engulf his member, his tongue teasing and caressing.
Closing his eyes, Throttle tries to stifle the moan working it's way up his throat, tossing all other thoughts from his mind. Damian's tail worked it's way under his son, seeking entrance. Once it found its mark, it pushed it's way in, making Throttle gasp in pain, then pleasure. Damian kept up his pace, his tongue dancing over Throttle's member while his tail moved within. Damian felt Throttle's body tighten before his mouth was filled with his son's seed. He swallowed everything, then moved up and kissed Throttle, his eyes filled with lust and excitement.
Throttle felt his father's lips on his, tasting himself. Damian's rock hard arousal rubbed against Throttle's stomach, making him shudder. Looking up at his father, he realized what Damian wanted him to do. Damian leaned back, a smirk on his face as Throttle's head moved down between his legs. Still on an euphoric high from his orgasm, Throttle did not mind, forgetting for the time being that Damian was his father. Damian closed his eyes, one hand buried in Throttle's golden hair, urging him on as his son's head bobbed up and down, bringing Damian closer to the edge. Finally, Damian filled Throttle's mouth with his seed, holding him in place till he swallowed every drop. He pulled Throttle up and kissed him again, his tongue warring with his. By now the high had worn off and Throttle realizes what has happened and what he's done. Damian released his son, watching him sink to the mattress and curl in to a ball. A cruel grin crossed Damian's face as he leaned down.
"Wait until tomorrow night."
Throttle shook, silent tears running down his face. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw his father touching him intimately, lovingly. Or he saw himself pleasuring his father, willingly. Willingly. Damian didn't say a command, didn't force Throttle to go down on him, he just did it. And enjoyed it. Bile rose in his mouth. Throttle ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach. He turned on the shower, part of him wanting to rid his body of Damian's touch, the other part longing for it.
Throttle stepped in to the shower quickly, sinking to the bottom of the tub, his body shaking. He felt ill, both with the knowledge of what his father can do to him and the realization that he wanted his father. A choking sob escaped his lips. He WANTED his father. Unbidden, the memory of his father touching him, caressing him, kissing him tenderly came to mind, making his stomach queasy again. He had to leave. Tonight. His plan set, Throttle washed quickly, then dressed and packed his stuff. He moved silently through the dark house, making his way to the garage. Throttle loaded his stuff on to his bike, then rolled her quietly out of the garage and away from the house. Once far enough away, Throttle mounted his bike and took off, one destination in mind.
Freedom Fighters Headquarters.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Innocence Lost