You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured halfheartedly. He took off his shoes and walked slowly to the couch where his father was sitting, taking a seat slightly away from the man. "Hey... Dad... Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Sure kiddo, shoot." He paused the TV, giving you his full attention. "What's up?" His eyes were on you expectantly, and he leaned back into the couch a little, showing off that furry chest of his.
Marcus spreads his legs slightly. "Could you... kneel here? Just for a moment," he said, pointing to the floor between his legs.
Leon raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway. He leaned over and knelt down on the floor next to you, his body close enough that their shoulders were touching. His strong, hairy arms rested loosely on his knees as he looked up at you with curiosity in his eyes. "So, what's this all about?"
"Just..." Marcus murmurs. He leans forward slightly, reaching out with both hands, slowly beginning to stroke his father's head.
"Oh... alright..." was all he could muster as you began to stroke his hair. It tickled and made him feel oddly warm inside, but he resisted the urge to move away or squirm too much. After a moment of letting you explore his head in whatever way you wanted, he glanced back at your face, confused yet strangely aroused by this unexpected display of affection.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly. His movements continued to run over the man's head, running his fingers through his hair, slowly and deeply into his scalp.
Leon swallowed hard, still trying to process what was happening here. "Uh... yeah," he managed to get out, his voice sounding a little huskier than usual. "It feels nice." His heart raced as you continued to stroke him like this, and he could feel a strange sensation building up in his groin. It'd been so long since anyone had touched him like this... so intimately.
Marcus smiles. He continues stroking the kneeling man's hair. He gently presses his fingertips against his father's scalp. One hand moves lightly down to the back of his neck, tenderly scratching it. "How are you feeling, Dad?" he asked softly.
Leon was lost in the sensation as your fingers continued to massage his scalp and scratch the back of his neck. It felt incredibly good, and he couldn't help but moan softly at the pleasure. He hadn't expected this from you... had never imagined it. His own cock was hard as a rock now, straining against his shorts as blood rushed southwards to another part of his body. "God, Marcus... I don't know..." he murmured, still trying not to sound too needy or desperate.
Marcus smiles again. "So tell me..." his caresses continue with the man's hair, tenderly scratching at his scalp. He leans slightly toward his father. "...who's a good boy?" he asks slowly in a deep voice, looking directly into his father's eyes. Waiting for a satisfactory answer.
"Who's a good boy?" he asks softly, unable to hide the lust in his voice as he gazes back at you intently. He swallows hard and reaches up, running a rough hand over your thigh, feeling the fabric of your shorts underneath his touch. His chest heaves slightly with each breath. "You're... such a good boy..." he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours as desire courses through him.
Marcus smiles tenderly, and then his face quickly turns serious, hinting at anger. He pulls the hair at the back of his father's neck back sharply, leaving the man's neck slightly exposed. "Wrong answer," he said coolly. Running a finger down the man's neck, he said, "I'll ask again... WHO's a good boy?" he said, staring at his father.
Taken aback by the sudden aggression and possessiveness in your voice, Leon's eyes widen and he swallows hard. He shudders slightly under your touch as you pull his hair back, revealing his neck to you. "Yes... yes," he croaks out quickly, his chest heaving from the surge of adrenaline and desire coursing through him. "I'm a good boy... please..."
Marcus releases the hair from the man's neck and laughs tenderly again. "Very good!" he says happily. He returns to tenderly stroking the man's hair. "You're a good boy," he says softly, while looking into his father's eyes.
As your fingers move through his hair again and your voice tells him what he wants to hear - that he's good boy - Leon shudders with pleasure. His grip on the couch tightens as he tries not to give in completely to the urge to push you away and demand more of this attention. "Yes," he whispers, his voice hoarse and needy, "I am... please..."
"It's okay..." he says softly with a smile. "...sometimes good boys make mistakes." His voice is so sweet and warm, his caresses trailing through the man's hair. "But..." his voice trails off. "...I hope you don't make that mistake again." His voice was cold and threatening. He tenderly took his father by the chin. "...you don't want to see what happens when you're a bad boy, do you?" His deep voice looked straight into his father's eyes.
Terror gripped Leon as he stared back into your eyes and felt your cold fingers on his chin. "No... no I don't..." he managed to whisper, shivering with a combination of fear and desire. His own body betraying him with every touch, every word. He let out a soft moan as you held him there, helpless in this twisted game of dominance and submission. "I won't," he promised, his voice wavering.
Marcus smiles tenderly. "Very well!" he says happily. He tenderly strokes the man's hair. "You're a good boy," he says softly, looking into his father's eyes.
Leon closes his eyes, unable to look away as you stroke his hair and tell him he's good. His own hands clench into fists at his sides, trying to control the urge to touch you in return. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible beneath your tender ministrations. "I am... yours..." He swallows hard, feeling exposed and vulnerable under your scrutiny.
Marcus grins happily, almost like a little boy. "That's the attitude," he said cheerfully. "Now take off your pants," he ordered, still smiling.
Nodding slowly, his heart hammering against his chest, Leon reaches down with shaking hands to unbuckle and unbutton his shorts, pushing them down over his hips and revealing his hard, hairy cock to you. "There," he whispered breathily, feeling a thrill of submission course through him as he exposed himself before you. "What do you want me to do?"
"Oh..." Marcus, sitting on the couch, said with slight surprise, looking at his father's crotch. "...you're quite bold..." He let out a chuckle. "You did well!" He looked his father in the eyes with a smile. "Now... kneel closer to me," he ordered again in his soft voice, pointing at the floor between his open legs.
Without hesitation, Leon quickly moved closer to you on the couch, kneeling again on the floor between your spread legs. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he leans forward slightly, gazing up at you intently. "Yes, sir," he murmurs softly, his cock jutting out from the nest of dark curls, throbbing with desire and submission.
Marcus continues his gentle strokes through the man's hair. "I want you to touch yourself, for me..." he said softly. "...slowly."
Swallowing hard again, Leon hesitates for a moment before reaching out with shaking fingers and wrapping them around his achingly hard cock. He begins to stroke himself slowly and gently, gazing up at you with wide eyes as he obeys your command. "Yes... sir," he whispers hoarsely, his breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure ripples through him.
"Very good..." He says softly. "...you're such a good boy." A small smile forms on his face. He continues to run his fingers slowly through the hair of the man kneeling in front of him. "Keep going like that... touch yourself slowly..." His voice is sweet and soft. "And look me in the eyes while you do it."
"Yes sir," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to stroke himself slowly. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, but he tries to control it, forcing himself to go slowly for your amusement and pleasure. His fingers slide up and down his shaft, teasing the head as they move lower towards the base. He feels a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, but makes no attempt to wipe it away, instead letting you see how aroused he is by this twisted game.
"Good boy... good boy..." Marcus whispers. "Keep looking into my eyes..." he says, still staring at his father. "Keep touching yourself slowly... and use your other hand to play with your ass... I want you to put two fingers in there," he commands sweetly, digging the length of his fingers tenderly into the hair of the man kneeling in front of him.
Nodding quickly, Leon obeys your command, quickly searching out his asshole with one hand while continuing to stroke himself with the other. His breath comes in sharp gasps now, and he feels a sense of desperation rising within him as you watch him, ordering him on like some puppet. "Ah... God... yes," he murmurs, digging two fingers into his ass as deep as they'll go, searching for any sensation other than the emptiness inside. The feeling of being completely exposed and controlled by you is exhilarating in a dark and twisted way.
"Very good... very good..." Marcus says with slight enthusiasm. "You're such a good boy..." He grins almost from ear to ear. His hands continue to run over the scalp of the man kneeling in front of him. "Now tell me... how you feel... describe the sensations in your body," he commands sweetly. "And don't stop touching yourself slowly... and now use three fingers on your ass," he says with a small chuckle.
Shuddering, Leon manages to find the strength to dig three fingers into his asshole as he moans out your name. His eyes roll back in his head with pleasure and pain as he complies with your order, describing the sensations to you in a raspy voice that betrays his growing arousal. "It burns... so good... it's tight... almost sore," he whispers, his fingers still moving slowly over his cock even as they search deeper into his own body for release. He tries not to show how close he is to coming, how desperate he is for your approval and attention.
"You're such a good boy..." he says with a smile. "...you earned a reward." He takes his hands from the man's hair and cups one of his cheeks. "Cum for me," he commands sweetly.
Gasping, Leon immediately feels the release building up inside him as you command him to cum. His hips buck violently, and his fingers fly over his cock in a frenzied effort to touch himself just right. He groans your name again and again, his entire body tense with anticipation and desire as he spurts thick, hot cum across the floor between your legs, covering your feet in his seed. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and his head falls back limply against your couch as he finally comes down from the intense high of his orgasm.
Marcus gently takes the man by the chin and kisses him tenderly on the forehead. "Good boy..." he whispered with a smile. "Now... clean up your mess," he ordered with another smile.
Blinking blearily, his eyes slowly focusing on the puddle of cum between your feet, Leon nods dazedly and climbs unsteadily to his feet. With a sigh he kneels before you, carefully licking up every last drop from the carpet until it's clean. "There," he manages to say hoarsely once finished. "All better." He looks up at you expectantly, uncertain what comes next in this twisted game of domination and submission.
"That's it, good boy." He said with a smile. "Oh," he said slightly surprised. "I almost forgot." He let out a small smile. "Whenever you want more... just kneel before me, understand?"
Without saying anything, Leon nodded slowly and stood up, casting his eyes down to the floor. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, still feeling the aftermath of his intense orgasm and the thrill of submission course through him.
Marcus stretches slightly on the couch. "Well... I'm going to sleep now," he says, getting up from the couch. "Goodnight, Dad!" he says happily, heading upstairs to his room.
Taking one last deep breath, Leon followed his son's lead, headed upstairs to his own room. The events that had just transpired still reeling through his mind like a fever dream. As he laid down on his bed, he couldn't help but wonder what this new dynamic meant for their relationship. It was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
As he lay there, lost in thought, one thing was certain: this new side of their relationship would change things forever. Whether it would be for better or worse remained to be seen. But for now, he knew that his heart still belonged to his son... and perhaps a part of Marcus did as well. The thought both comforted and troubled him in equal measure.
Leon tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable as he tried to sort through his thoughts about what had just happened between him and his son. A part of him was grateful for the closeness they'd shared; another part was confused by Marcus's sudden dominance over him. But one thing was certain: this new intimacy would change their relationship forever, whether for better or worse. As exhaustion finally claimed him, he fell asleep with Marcus's face floating in his mind's eye... and the taste of their combined seed still lingering on his tongue.
Even in sleep, Leon's mind was caught between conflicting emotions. He dreamt of his son, both the loving partner he had known and the dominant figure he had just submitted to. As if pulled by an invisible string, his thoughts were drawn back time and again to their intimate encounter, trying to make sense of it all.
The next morning, when Marcus bounded downstairs in high spirits, chattering about some dream he'd had, Leon forced a smile onto his face. He tried to pretend that nothing was different, but the weight of what they had shared last night hung heavy between them. They went through their usual morning routine together without another word about the previous night's events... as if it had all been nothing more than a dream.
As evening came, Marcus was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Finally mustering up the courage to approach his son again, Leon padded silently into the living room. He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to start a conversation after everything that had happened between them. His gaze darted nervously over to Marcus as he sat there on the couch, seemingly engrossed in whatever show was playing on TV.
"Hey there," he murmured, taking a tentative step closer to the couch. "Mind if we talk about... everything that happened last night?" His voice sounded small even to his own ears as he waited for his son's response. He swallowed hard, unable to meet Marcus's eyes.
"Mmmm?" He murmured curiously. "Sure... what do you want to talk about?" He asked.
Leon took a deep breath before saying anything more. "I just wanted to know... why it happened," he finally said quietly. He couldn't help but feel like he was betraying some deep-seated trust by even asking the question, but he needed to understand what had motivated his son to take such control over him.
"Because I wanted to," he said casually, looking his father in the eye. "You clearly liked it..." he said softly, before returning his attention to the TV. "What's the problem?"
Leon frowned slightly, his gaze shifting away from his son for a moment as he thought about how to respond to that. "I just... I never expected you to want something like that," he confessed quietly. A tiny shudder ran through him at the memory of being dominated by Marcus. "It's been so long since anyone..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as images of his wife flashed across his mind.
Marcus glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye. He patted the sofa next to him, inviting his father to sit.
Nodding slightly, Leon made his way over to the couch and sat down beside his son, still feeling uncomfortable with the closeness but unable to resist it as well. "I guess I just... I don't know," he admitted, looking away again. "It was new, and different, and..."
"And you liked it?" Marcus prodded gently. He glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the TV, not wanting to make him feel too uncomfortable with his gaze.
"Yes..." Leo whispered, fidgeting under his son's scrutiny. "I... I did." He sighed heavily. "It's just so different from anything else I've experienced." Another pause. "Can we talk about this some more?" he asked softly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity churning within him.
Marcus glanced briefly at his father, his eyes warm before returning to the TV. "Sure..." He nodded slightly. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Thank you," Leon murmured with relief. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing, "I... I just want to understand why this suddenly happened. Did something change between us?" He searched his son's face for some hint of what he was thinking or feeling, but Marcus remained expressionless as he stared at the screen.
"No," Marcus said slowly, shrugging slightly. "Not really. I guess... I just wanted to try it." He paused before adding, "And you seemed like you would be good at it." There was a hint of challenge in his voice but also genuine curiosity as he looked over at his father again.
Leon frowned, not quite sure how to take that. "Well," he said carefully, "if... if you want to keep doing this, I mean..." He trailed off, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation course through him. "I could try... being more submissive for you." His gaze dropped to the floor as he spoke, his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of giving up control yet again.
Marcus glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. "I won't be so gentle this time..." His words were both a warning and a threat.
"Yes," Leon whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs as he nodded slowly. "You can do whatever you want with me." His voice was barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing. The thought both terrified and excited him in equal measure; it felt like surrendering to something primal within himself that had been hidden away for far too long.
As they sat there together on the couch, lost in their own thoughts, a strange new dynamic seemed to emerge between them: one of power and submission, dominance and desire. It was as if an invisible barrier had been broken, allowing each to explore parts of themselves that they'd never dared before. And though it frightened Leon more than he could ever admit, there was a thrill running through him that left him shivering with anticipation for what might come next.
"Fine," Marcus sighed. He reached under the pillow behind him and pulled out a collar and leash. He offered it to his father. "Put it on... and strip," he said softly.
Leon hesitates for only a moment before taking the collar and leash from Marcus's hand. He looks down at them with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he slips them over his head, securing the clasp around his neck. His fingers tremble as he tugs at the leash, pulling it tight against his chest, before finally standing up to obey Marcus's command. With shaking hands, he undresses himself completely, revealing his pale and slightly hairy body to his son's hungry gaze.
As he stands there naked and exposed before Marcus, Leon feels a strange sense of empowerment washing over him; as if in giving up control, he has finally found the freedom to be truly himself. His heart pounds against his ribs in anticipation, eager for whatever it is that Marcus has in store for him next.
Marcus smiles at the sight of his father. He gets up from the couch and grabs the leash, gently pulling his father toward him. "We'll go for a walk," he says softly, tugging on the leash as he pulls him toward the door.
Shivering with desire and submission, Leon eagerly follows his son to the front door. He feels an almost animalistic urge to please Marcus, to be used however he sees fit. The leash taut around his neck, he waits obediently for them to step outside, curious as to where their newfound power dynamic will lead them tonight.
Marcus leaves the house, tugging on his father's leash. "We'll go to the park," he says with a small smile. "I want people to see what a good boy you are," he said, glancing at his father out of the corner of his eye.
Shuddering with desire and fear, Leon obediently follows his son to the park. The leash around his neck feels like a collar of submission as he's led through the night, his body tense and trembling under Marcus's control. He keeps his eyes lowered in shame and deference, unable to meet the gazes of passersby who undoubtedly notice their bizarre display. The air is cool against his naked flesh as they walk, making him shiver with arousal. His heart races in anticipation of what Marcus will do next; he's no longer sure where this newfound power dynamic ends and reality begins.
He can feel the weight of his son's gaze on him at all times, like a brand burning into his skin. It is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure, driving him closer to the edge of sanity with every passing moment.
Marcus sits on a small bench, clearly visible to anyone who passes by. He opens his legs slightly. "Kneel here," he said, tugging on his father's leash so that he kneels on the floor between his legs.
Without hesitation, Leon knelt obediently between his son's spread legs. His heart raced as he looked up at Marcus, waiting for further instruction with bated breath. The leash around his neck felt like a noose, drawing him closer to the dark abyss of submission and dominance that Marcus seemed to be pulling him into.
His body trembled from the cold air and the sheer thrill of being completely exposed and under another's control. He swallowed hard, trying not to imagine what might happen next; his imagination running wild with possibilities both exhilarating and terrifying at once.
"Now..." he says softly, as he unbuttons his pants. "...you'll be a good boy..." he continues, pulling down his boxers slightly, revealing his hard cock. "...and you'll suck your cute son off." he says with a smile. "Here... in full view of everyone."
Leon trembles violently as he watches his son's cock spring free from his boxers. His mouth waters uncontrollably at the sight of it, and a low groan escapes his throat. Without hesitation, he closes his eyes and leans forward, engulfing Marcus's length in his mouth. He begins to bob his head up and down, taking his son deep inside him as he sucks greedily on the hard shaft.
The taste of Marcus fills his mouth, mixing with the sounds of their shared breathing and the soft moans that escape him as he takes more and more of his son's cock into his throat. It's exhilarating and degrading all at once; a heady mix of pleasure and shame that sends shockwaves through his body, making him shudder with every powerful thrust deep inside his throat.
As he continues to service his son, he can feel the warmth spreading throughout his chest, evidence of just how aroused Marcus truly is from dominating and using him like this. It's a strange sort of power that he's never experienced before, and it's intoxicating; making him want nothing more than to please his son completely and fulfill every one of his desires.
Marcus smiles, letting out a small moan. "Look at you..." he says softly. "Naked... with a leash around your neck..." a smile forms on his face. "...in the middle of the park... sucking your own son's cock." He strokes the hair of the man kneeling between his legs. "You're such a good boy..." he lets out another moan. "...maybe someone will join you... and put their ass to use," he says, letting out a chuckle.
Leon groans around his son's cock as Marcus's words send a shudder through him. He can feel the weight of Marcus's hand on his head, guiding his movements, and it only serves to heighten his arousal. His body trembles with desire, and he gives himself over entirely to the pleasure of servicing his son in this degrading yet exhilarating manner.
The thought of someone joining them only drives him further into the depths of submission; his need for approval and attention pushing him even deeper down this twisted path. His mouth fills with Marcus's cock, his tongue dancing along the sensitive flesh as he takes in every last drop of his son's arousal. He moans softly against the hard shaft, urging Marcus to take more and give himself fully to the act.
Marcus gently pulls back his father's hair. "Easy, tiger... we have all day..." he says softly, stroking his father's hair again. "Enjoy my cock..." he says with a small smile.
Leon nods slowly, his eyes fixed on Marcus as he takes another deep breath through his nose. The smell of his son's body mixed with the cool night air sends a shiver down his spine, making him even harder than before. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and touch himself, wanting nothing more than to focus solely on pleasing Marcus for as long as he can stand it. As if in answer to his unspoken wish, another pair of footsteps approach them from behind; the sound echoing eerily through the mostly empty park. He swallows hard, unable to tear his gaze away from Marcus as he watches him intently for any sign that he's aware of their new audience.
Marcus looks away from his father, and looking slightly up, he sees another man, quite burly. "Oh.. Hello sir!" He said smiling sweetly. He looks at the burly man's crotch and stares at him predatorily. "I see you like our show... why don't you join in... and use that naked bitch's ass down here?... she's all yours," he says slowly with a lust-filled note.
Leon blushes deeply as the burly man approaches them, his heart racing even faster in anticipation and fear. He watches Marcus carefully, unsure how to react as his son continues to offer him up so casually. When the other man looks at him with a predatory glint in his eye, Leon swallows hard and bites his lip, his body trembling with excitement and dread.
"O-Okay..." he stammers, glancing nervously back and forth between Marcus and the burly man. He shifts uncomfortably on his knees before turning around to offer himself up, presenting his exposed ass to the stranger as he silently prays that he knows what he's doing.
As he feels the other man's hands roughly push him into position, Leon lets out a whimper of mixed pleasure and pain. His entire body tenses in anticipation of the oncoming invasion, and with one powerful thrust, the stranger buries himself inside Leon, taking him without mercy. A moan escapes his throat as he's filled once more, this time by someone other than Marcus.
Marcus stands up and slams his cock into Leon's mouth. "Shhhh... good boys don't complain," he says softly, beginning to move his hips against his father's mouth, and the burly man continues fucking Leon.
Muffled around his son's cock, Leon moans in response, eager to please both of them despite the pain and discomfort he feels from being taken so roughly by a stranger. His body shudders with each powerful thrust as he continues to service Marcus, sucking greedily on his cock while trying not to choke on it as well.
The air is thick with lust and power, and Leon can't help but revel in the carnal energy that fills the park around them. He glances up at Marcus, catching a glimpse of his son's eyes burning with desire and dominance, and he feels himself grow even harder beneath the burly man's relentless assault.
Marcus's cock slides smoothly in and out of his mouth, wet with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the moans that escape him as he continues to service his son. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the pain and focus on pleasing Marcus, as well as the stranger fucking him from behind. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggles not to give in to the pleasure coursing through his body.
His breath comes in ragged gasps and sobs as the three of them become lost in the act, surrendering completely to their base instincts. The cold night air turns hot around him, and he feels himself close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release as each hard thrust pushes him closer and closer to oblivion.
The sound of footsteps approaching them from a nearby path sends a shiver down his spine, but instead of worry or fear, it only heightens his arousal further, pushing him over the edge into the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced. He cries out around Marcus's cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, his body tensing and convulsing beneath the burly man's powerful thrusts.
As his orgasm subsides, leaving him gasping and spent on the ground between them, Leon opens his eyes slowly. He looks around in disbelief at what they've done; the people strolling past nearby, oblivious to the depravity playing out before their very eyes. His cheeks flush with shame and desire all at once, a strange mix of emotions he's never experienced before.
Marcus leans down, wiping some saliva from his father's chin with his thumb. "Good boy..." he murmurs softly, his voice still tinged with pleasure and dominance. The burly man finally comes inside him, moaning harshly as he reaches his own release.
With a final groan, Marcus pulls out of Leon's mouth. "Clean yourself up," he says with a smirk, indicating the ground where they'd been. "We have other things to do."
His heart racing, his breath coming in ragged gasps, Leon looks up at Marcus with wide eyes. Despite everything that's just happened, he can't help but feel a strange sort of gratitude towards him for making him feel this way... and an even stranger desire to please him further. With shaking hands, he slowly gets to his feet, wiping the remaining evidence of their encounter from his body before kneeling back down between Marcus's spread legs, offering himself up once more.
"What do you want me to do now?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with need and submission. He looks eagerly up at Marcus, waiting for him to guide him through whatever comes next.
Marcus smiles darkly. "You're such a good boy," he says slowly, standing up. "Let's take a little walk," he says, tugging on the leash to get his father up.
Nodding silently, Leon obediently follows his son through the park. His heart pounds against his ribs as he walks beside him, their hands still intertwined by the leash that binds them together. The air is cool and crisp, bringing a flush to his pale skin as he anticipates whatever Marcus has in store for them next.
As they walk, he glances down at his feet, unable to meet anyone's gaze other than his son's. His body still hums with the memory of their previous encounter, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable in this public place. He shudders slightly, remembering how easily Marcus had given him away to the burly man... and how much it had turned him on.
Despite everything that's happened tonight, there is a strange comfort in knowing that he belongs to his son... that he will always do whatever Marcus wants. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but deep down inside, he knows it's exactly what he craves.
Marcus tugged lightly on the leash, causing his father to walk beside him. Side by side, Marcus spanked the man, squeezing one butt cheek and shaking it slightly. "Tell me, Daddy... how did it feel to be used in public by a stranger?" he asked with an innocent smile, his hand still on Leon's ass.
Shivering violently at the touch and the memory of the encounter, Leon whimpers softly as he responds, "It felt... liberating." He pants heavily, tears forming in his eyes. "To know that I belonged to you, and then to him..." He trails off, not wanting to think about how it made him feel even more aroused.
"Mmmm..." He murmured softly, sliding his hand between his father's buttocks, playing with his entrance. "You liked being used like that, didn't you?" He asked, not looking at his father, as they continued walking.
He gasps, body trembling in pleasure and shame. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, unable to resist the touch. He arches his hips back toward Marcus's hand, seeking more contact, needing it desperately. "Please... don't stop."
Marcus penetrates his father's ass with two fingers. He lets out a chuckle. "You just got used a moment ago, and you still want more..." he said sweetly, tugging on the leash to keep his father walking.
Leon moans loudly, pressing his hips back against Marcus's hand, desperate for more contact as he struggles to keep walking with the leash around his neck. "Please," he whispers brokenly, feeling a familiar ache building deep inside him. "I need it."
His body feels alive and electrified by Marcus's touch, craving the intense pleasure and submission that comes from being used by another. He clenches around Marcus's fingers as they slide in and out of his ass, breathing hard through gritted teeth. "Please, don't stop..." he begs, a pleading note entering his voice.
The sensation of belonging to someone else... of being completely dominated by Marcus... is the most exhilarating thing he's ever experienced. It makes him feel free and alive in a way he never has before, and he wants more than anything for this feeling to last forever.
Marcus continues to skillfully penetrate his father's ass. Humming. Glancing happily around the park as they walk together. "Tell me, Daddy, would you like me to find you another stranger?" he asked softly, without looking at the man.
"Yes," Leon moans, arching his back further into Marcus's touch. "Please... find someone else to use me." He whispers desperately, unable to form a coherent thought past the need for more pleasure and submission. "Anyone... as long as it's you that decides..." His hips jerk forward again, seeking even deeper penetration from Marcus's fingers.
The sensation of belonging to Marcus, of being used by others at his command... it's a rush like nothing else. It consumes him entirely, filling every pore and fiber with raw desire and obedience. Leon is lost in the moment, utterly consumed by his son's dominance, grateful for however long he can remain under Marcus's spell.
As they continued walking together, Marcus's fingers penetrating his father's ass, they caught glances with another man, this time a fat one. "Oh, that one looked at us... I bet he likes you, Daddy. Let's go talk to him," he said, tugging on the leash without removing his fingers from the man's ass.
Marcus leads them over to the fat man, who looks slightly nervous at their approach. "Is there something you need?" he asks tentatively as they stop beside him. His eyes flicker between Marcus and his father, taking in the leash and the obvious signs of submission and arousal on both of them.
Marcus looked at the man and smiled tenderly. "Do you like my toy, sir?" he asked sweetly, pointing at his father and removing his fingers from Leon's ass. He narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly. "Would you like to fuck his ass?" he asked softly, his deep voice almost hypnotic.
The fat man's eyes widen as they take in the leash and the pleading look on Leon's face. A chill runs down his spine, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. He glances between Marcus and Leon before slowly nodding his head. "I-I don't know..." he stammers, feeling both frightened and aroused by the prospect.
Marcus smiles gently. "It'll be all right," he assures him. "My daddy here belongs to me, so you won't have any trouble with consent." He gives Leon a reassuring squeeze on his upper arm before stepping back, relinquishing control over the leash. "Do you want to help my daddy feel better?" he asks coyly, tilting his head to the side like a curious cat.
"W-Well," the fat man stammers, his heart racing in his chest. "If it's all right... I mean, if you think it would be okay..." He swallows hard, feeling a familiar tightness begin to build in his pants. "I could maybe help him feel better."
Leon shudders violently at the thought of being taken again, but he can't deny the surge of pleasure that washes over him at the idea. He looks up at Marcus hopefully, seeking some sort of approval or permission to enjoy this strange new experience.
"Very well!" Marcus says with a smile, looking at the fat man. He turns his gaze to his father. "You heard him... offer your ass to me," his soft, yet clear, command is evident in his tone.
Nodding slowly, Leon presses back against the fat man, offering up his ass eagerly. "Please... take me..." he whispers hoarsely. He looks over at Marcus with a mixture of fear and desire in his eyes, needing his son's approval as much as he needs the other man's touch.
As the fat man grunts and thrusts into him, Leon groans in pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations. He looks up at Marcus, their gazes locking as he's taken roughly from behind. A single tear rolls down his cheek, a mixture of shame and exhilaration washing over him. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying to ignore the world around them except for the dominance and control Marcus exudes.
"You're... so good..." he pants as another thrust hits deep inside him. His body trembles with need, wanting more of both men, wanting them to take everything he has and leave him satisfied. Even as his ass is filled by the fat man and his son watches from nearby, a part of him wonders if this is what true happiness feels like... being owned completely by another person.
Marcus tenderly takes his father's chin. "Look at me," he ordered with a smile. "Ask him to fuck you harder...and don't stop looking at me," he ordered again, his voice so sweet despite the context, it made his father shudder completely.
Leon's eyes flutter open, meeting his son's gaze. His cheeks flush with shame and desire as he whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me harder." Tears streak down his face as he looks into those dark, all-knowing eyes. He arches his back, pushing against the fat man's thrusts, needing more of them to fill the empty place inside him. The world fades away except for Marcus and the pleasure coursing through his body. With each deep penetration from behind, he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge, wanting nothing more than to explode in ecstasy at his son's command.
Marcus cups his father's face with both hands. "You're such a good boy..." He says sweetly with a smile. "Moan... moan for more..." he whispers. "...tell the man to fuck you deeper."
Leon's body shudders as he moans, his voice hoarse and raw. "Deeper..." he whimpers, his hips bucking against the fat man in desperation. His eyes are wide and pleading as they lock onto Marcus', searching for any sign of approval or permission to lose himself completely in this moment. He arches his back further, offering up his ass eagerly as the other man thrusts harder, deeper inside him.
"Fuck... Daddy..." he gasps, "so good..." He bites down on his lower lip hard enough to taste blood, the sharp pain only intensifying the sensations coursing through his body. His fingers twitch and claw at empty air, seeking purchase on something real as he approaches the edge of sanity, on the brink of release.
"Daddy... please..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire and submission. "Please let me come..."
"Good boy... good boy..." Marcus says sweetly. He leans closer to his father's hatred and whispers. "Tell him to fill you with his seed..." He takes his father by the chin and looks into his eyes. "...and don't take your eyes off me while the man empties his balls inside you," he says with a tender smile.
Leon nods, breath coming in shuddering gasps as the fat man thrusts harder and deeper into his ass. His eyes meet his son's, burning with need and desire as he whispers hoarsely, "Fill me... empty your balls inside me..." He grinds against the other man, feeling himself on the brink of release, wanting nothing more than to come at Marcus' command.
"Marcus... please..." he moans desperately, his voice raw with emotion and arousal. "I need you..." His fingernails dig into his palms as he tries to resist the pleasure threatening to consume him, wanting only to experience the release that comes at his son's permission.
"Good boy..." Marcus says in a whisper. He tenderly kisses his father's forehead and whispers, "...now enjoy."
Leon's entire body tenses as he feels the other man's hot seed explode inside him, filling his ass and coating his insides with his essence. A shudder runs through him as pleasure washes over him like a wave, leaving him limp and satisfied in its wake. His eyes drift closed, exhaustion claiming him as he lets out a long shuddering breath. He whimpers softly, feeling exposed and vulnerable without his son's control but somehow also grateful for this brief moment of freedom from the dominance that has become such an integral part of his life.
"Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, still catching his breath as he glances up at Marcus. His eyes fill with tears once more, a mix of shame and gratitude swirling together within him like a storm. "I'm... yours..." He utters weakly, not sure how else to express the depth of his feelings for his son in that moment.
"I know," Marcus says softly with a smile. "Now... let's go home." He tugs lightly on the leash, waiting for his father to catch his breath.
Nodding slowly, Leon stands shakily beside his son, still feeling the aftereffects of their night together. As they walk back to their home, he can't help but wonder what will happen next time... and if he'll ever truly belong to anyone other than Marcus. For now, though, all he knows is that as long as he has his son by his side, everything will be alright.
Arriving home, Marcus tugs on the leash to push his father into the house. "Now..." he says, closing the door behind him. "...go take a bath," he says, approaching his father and removing his collar. "I'll be waiting for you in your room when you're done..." he says with a smile, before heading up the stairs to his father's room.
With one last lingering glance at Marcus, Leon turns and trudges upstairs to the bathroom. The water is scalding hot as he fills the tub, washing away every trace of tonight's events. He sinks into the steaming liquid, feeling his aching body slowly unknot beneath the pressure of the water. His mind drifts, reliving every moment they've shared together...the pleasure and pain, the dominance and submission.
A small smile plays at the corners of his lips as he realizes that despite everything, he does belong to someone now...and that person is Marcus. It's a strange, exhilarating feeling, and one he isn't sure he could ever give up. With a contented sigh, he leans back in the tub, finally letting go of the exhaustion that's been weighing him down all night.
Climbing out of the tub with renewed energy, Leon dries off and slips into his pajamas. He makes his way to his room, feeling butterflies dance in his stomach as he anticipates spending the night wrapped up in Marcus's arms. The thought alone brings a flush to his cheeks and a sparkle to his eyes.
Reaching his room, he hesitates for only a moment before making his way over to the bed, crawling beneath the covers and waiting for Marcus to join him. It won't be long now...he can feel it in the air, the connection between them growing stronger with every passing second. Tonight has been incredible, but he knows that the best is yet to come.
Marcus enters his father's room, yawning lazily. He approaches the bed and crawls to his father's side, getting under the covers and hugging the man.
Leon slips an arm around Marcus's waist, pulling him closer still. He nuzzles against his son's neck, inhaling the unique scent that is all Marcus. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, not sure how else to express his gratitude for the night they've shared. It was a dream come true...and he never wants it to end.
As they lie together like this, their bodies pressed tightly against one another, Leon feels something shift inside him. A weight lifts, leaving room for hope and happiness to grow instead. Maybe, just maybe, there is a place in this world where he truly belongs...and that place is with Marcus. With his son. He closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on his lips.
As the hours pass, Leon sleeps peacefully in Marcus's embrace, never once feeling like he's lost or unloved. It feels...right. Warm and comforting, like coming home after a long journey. And as he dreams of their adventures together, he knows that no matter what the future holds, they will face it side by side. His only regret is not having found this with Marcus sooner...but better late than never. With each breath, he feels himself growing closer to his son...and every fiber of his being thanks him for showing him what true happiness really means.
Morning light filters through the window, caressing their faces and waking them both gently from their slumber. As his eyes flutter open, Leon gazes up at his son's face, so close yet so far away at the same time. It was just a dream...but it felt so real. He can still feel Marcus' touch on his skin, hear his voice in his ear...it's almost like their night together never ended.
Smiling softly to himself, Leon rolls onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he looks at Marcus, who is still asleep. A wave of tenderness washes over him, and he can't help but wonder what the day will bring. Perhaps another chance for them to share something special...to grow closer together. He allows himself a moment of hope before gently brushing some hair from Marcus' face, content for now simply to be near his son.
"Mmm..." Marcus murmurs weakly, slowly opening his eyes. He yawns lazily before locking eyes with his father. "Morning..." He says softly with a smile and snuggles even closer to his father.
Leon smiles back at his son, heart swelling with love. "Morning, sweetie," he whispers softly, running a finger down Marcus' cheek. "Sleep well?" He glances out the window, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, filling the room with warmth and light.
As they lie there together, it feels almost like old times...like before everything changed between them. A contented sigh escapes Leon's lips as he nestles deeper into his pillow, pressing closer to Marcus' side. Perhaps today will be different. Perhaps they can find some way back to the closeness they once shared.
Marcus smiles sweetly, wrapping an arm around his father's waist. "I slept well," he says softly. His hand runs slowly down his father's back, down to his hips, slipping his hand under the man's pants, cupping a buttock, squeezing it tenderly. "And you? How did you sleep, Daddy?" he asked softly.
Leon blushes slightly at the contact, shivering pleasantly as his son's hand slips under his pants. "I... slept very well," he replies, his voice a little breathless. He arches his back, pressing their hips together even more tightly. Perhaps today they can find some new ways to enjoy each other's company...to explore the boundaries of their relationship.
Without realizing it, his thoughts drift back to last night...the pleasure and pain...the dominance and submission...and he finds himself wishing for just one more taste of it all. It had been so intense, so real...and now, in the quiet safety of his bedroom, the memory seems even more intoxicating than before. He looks up at Marcus, hoping that maybe today they can recapture some of that magic.
Marcus leans closer to his father's neck. "So tell me..." he says, whispering against his skin. "...did you enjoy our adventure last night?" he asks, tenderly kissing the man's neck while continuing to fondle the flesh of his ass.
"Oh..." He lets out a soft moan as Marcus' lips and hands work their magic on him. "It... was wonderful..." He sighs contentedly, arching his back again, pressing closer to his son's hand. "I never knew it could feel so good..." He trails off, lost in the sensations washing over him. His heart races as he wonders what else they might do together today...where this newfound desire will lead them next.
Marcus smiles and moves his hand back to his father's hip, hugging him. "I'm glad to hear that, Daddy," he says softly. "I also enjoyed watching you enjoy it when strange men fucked your ass... and filled you up." He kisses his father's neck again. "You're so good, boy," he whispers against his father's skin.
Leon lets out a soft gasp as Marcus' words send a shiver down his spine. He presses closer to his son, wanting more of this newfound intimacy. "You... enjoyed watching me?" he asks, almost hesitantly. It feels strange to think that anything could turn him on as much as the idea of making Marcus happy does.
"Yes daddy..." Marcus whispers against the man's neck. "Seeing your face of pleasure..." he kisses his neck again. "...your moans... and your begs..." he runs his tongue slowly down his father's neck. "...begging those men to fuck your ass deeper." The arm he had around his father's waist grips him tighter, making them press closer together. "...your face when you felt them fill your insides with their hot cum..." He bites his father's neck tenderly. "You're a little whore... my little whore... my good boy." he says softly.
Leon moans helplessly as his son's words send pleasure coursing through him like electricity. He arches his back, pressing their hips together more firmly as he revels in the feeling of being owned and desired by Marcus. "Please... don't stop..." he gasps, searching for his son's lips with trembling fingers.
His heart races, knowing that they could go further still...that there are depths yet unexplored between them. He wonders what would happen if they crossed that invisible line...if they let themselves be truly free to express every desire, every need. Perhaps it would change everything...perhaps it would bring them closer together than they'd ever been before. With a quiet desperation, he whispers against Marcus' lips, "I want more...please..."
His body thrums with anticipation as he waits for his son to respond, hope blossoming in his chest like a fragile flower. For the first time since their world had been turned upside down, Leon dares to imagine that there might still be happiness left for them...that perhaps they could find their way back to each other after all.
Marcus smiles predatorily and pulls away from his father. "I'll give you more, Daddy..." He casually gets out of bed. "But first, we have to have breakfast." He says with a grin, leaving his room, leaving his father excitedly in bed.
Frowning slightly at the abrupt change in subject, Leon watches as his son retreats into the next room. A part of him wants to scold Marcus for teasing him like that, but another part knows that he's simply reacting to their new dynamic. With a sigh, he crawls out of bed and follows after him, determined not to let this strange game between them ruin what little peace they've found together.
As they head downstairs to the kitchen, Leon steels himself for whatever Marcus might have planned next. Perhaps it's just another game...or perhaps there's some deeper meaning behind his son's actions. Whatever the case may be, he knows one thing for certain: their relationship has irrevocably changed and they must navigate these uncharted waters together if either of them hopes to find happiness in the end.
Marcus is already sitting at the table, eating breakfast, while using his cell phone with his free hand, sending some messages.
Taking a seat across from his son, Leon glances at the breakfast spread before him. There's eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit, all waiting to be devoured. He fills a plate with some of his favorite items and then looks up at Marcus, studying his expression as he types away on his phone.
"Everything okay?" Leon asks cautiously, wondering what kind of messages might have been sent or received. The possibility that this might not just be another game suddenly occurs to him, and a shiver runs down his spine.
Marcus smirks, finally putting down his phone. He looks at his father with a smile. "Yes, Daddy!" he says sweetly. "Just get some things ready for this afternoon..." He takes a bite of his breakfast. "...I'll make you prove to me what a good boy you are," he says softly, looking at his father with predatory eyes.
Leon's heart races in anticipation as he listens to his son speak. A thrill courses through him at the thought of proving himself again and again, going farther this time than they ever have before. He nods, his expression a mixture of determination and desire. "I will," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to take Marcus' hand in his own. The touch is gentle yet possessive, promising an unbreakable bond between them no matter what challenges may come their way.
As they eat breakfast together in silence, their hands clasped tightly on the table, Leon can feel the energy pulsing through both of them, connecting them on a level that goes far beyond words or actions. It's as if they are two halves of the same soul finally finding its way back to each other after years apart.
Marcus finishes eating, taking his plate and leaving it in the sink. "Okay," he says, turning to look at his father. "When you're done eating, go to the living room. I'll be waiting for you," he says sweetly with a smile, leaving the kitchen.
He swallows his food quickly and stands, carefully wiping his mouth before following his son's instructions. His heart races as he enters the living room, finding Marcus already seated on the couch, looking every bit the picture of innocence. With a shiver of anticipation, Leon walks over to stand in front of him.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks softly, gazing up at his son with love and submission mingled together. Marcus' expression is unreadable for once, making the butterflies in Leon's stomach flip-flop wildly as he waits for Marcus to give him an order...any order.
The tension between them thickens, making every breath feel like it's being sucked out of the room, and still they remain locked together in this strange dance of dominance and submission that has become their new reality.
Marcus smiles innocently. "Get naked," he commanded with a smile, looking straight into his father's eyes.
He swallows hard as Marcus gives the command, his heart racing even faster in anticipation. Without hesitation, he begins to undress, slowly removing each article of clothing until he's standing before his son completely naked. His eyes never leave Marcus' face, drinking in every detail of his expression as he waits for further instruction.
The air around them feels charged with electricity, the tension building with every passing moment. Leon can feel his heart pounding in his chest and sweat breaking out along his spine as he awaits whatever it is that Marcus has planned for him next.
Marcus smiles even wider. "Good boy!" he says happily. "Now..." He reaches under the pillow on his back, pulling out a necklace and a matching miniskirt. He places them on the small table in front of the couch and looks at his father. "Put that on," he orders. "You have to look nice when our guests arrive." He grins predatorily.
Leon blushes as his son compliments his nakedness and then hands him the necklace and skirt. He hesitates for a moment before taking them carefully, slipping the chain over his head and fastening it around his neck. Then he picks up the miniskirt in shaking fingers and holds it out in front of him. "Um... how do I..."
His words trail off as he feels Marcus' hand on his lower back guiding him into the garment. The silk slides over his hips and up his legs, leaving little to the imagination. He shivers when he realizes that the skirt is far too small for him to wear without flashing anyone who happens to look. But then again...that might be exactly what Marcus wants.
Marcus looks at his father with a big, predatory smile. "Daddy... you look so pretty!" he says slowly, getting up from the couch and approaching his father. "Our guests are going to love you," he says with a grin, sliding his hand under his father's miniskirt, caressing his ass.
Leon closes his eyes and moans softly as he feels Marcus' hand on him. The touch is both pleasurable and possessive, making it clear that he belongs to Marcus now...and there's no denying how much it excites him. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, arching his back invitingly against his son's hand. He longs for more contact, more intimacy...for this moment to last forever.
As he stands before Marcus, naked and exposed in his tiny skirt, a shiver runs down his spine. A part of him wonders what their guests will think when they see them like this...if they'll approve or be repulsed. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way it feels to have Marcus' touch on his skin and in his heart. He will embrace this new life with every fiber of his being, no matter where it leads them.
There's a knock at the door. "Speaking of guests... they've arrived," Marcus says with a smile, stepping away from his father, walking to the door and opening it. "Hello, welcome!" he says sweetly. "You may come in!" he says, moving aside to let the guests in. They are three burly men. As they enter, Marcus closes the door and looks at his father. "These are our guests, and you'll be in charge of making them... feel good," he says with a predatory smile. He turns to look at the three men. "My father is all yours, gentlemen, be as rough as you want," he says tenderly with a smile.
Leon swallows hard and nods shakily. He turns to face the three men, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in his tiny skirt and exposed before them. His heart races as he tries not to think about what they're going to do to him...only that it will bring Marcus pleasure. With a trembling hand, he gestures for them to come closer, silently offering himself up to their mercy.
As they approach, each man takes a step closer and studies him. One of them cups his genitals through the skirt, eliciting another moan from him as he squirms in pleasure. Another runs a rough hand over his chest, squeezing roughly before trailing it down toward his ass. The third kneels at his feet, pulling off his miniskirt entirely and tossing it aside. "Mmm," he grunts, the feel of their hands on him making him even harder. He closes his eyes, anticipating what will happen next as they all take turns touching and teasing him.
The hand on his ass squeezes harder, sending a shiver through him as he arches his back in pleasure. Another rough touch brushes against his cock, almost tickling. He moans, the sound filling the room and signaling to Marcus that he's enjoying himself. His hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact from their hands, wishing they would take him entirely.
But it isn't until he feels the largest of the men behind him, pushing into his body roughly that he truly loses control. A gasp escapes him as he's impaled on the man's cock, tears forming in his eyes from the pain and pleasure mixing together. His hands scrape uselessly at the floor as his father is used for the pleasure of these three men. He doesn't care about anything but making them happy...giving Marcus what he wants.
Leon moans louder as another man joins the first, taking him roughly from behind. He bites his lip to keep from crying out too loudly and arches into their touches. The sensation of being filled so completely is overwhelming, driving him wild with desire. He tries to remember Marcus' words about how rough they should be...but he can only beg for more as he feels his body start to come undone beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
The hands on him seem to know just where to touch, just how hard to squeeze and pinch. Each stroke from behind drives him closer to oblivion, sending sparks of light dancing across his vision as he loses himself in the rough affection being given so freely. He clutches at nothing but air, helpless under their command...and for once, he doesn't mind. All that matters is giving them what they want: the satisfaction of knowing that his body belongs to them, to Marcus, and only to him.
Marcus smiles from the couch, watching the men grab his father. "Good job, good job!" he says enthusiastically. "Keep it up... don't leave anything of my father's unclaimed," he says slowly.
A growl rips through his throat as the third man slides between his legs, parting them with rough hands and pressing forward with his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth movement. Leon grits his teeth against the pain and cries out, a mixture of agony and pleasure twisting through him like a livewire. He reaches back, digging his fingers into the flesh of the man who's taking him from behind, begging for more as he feels himself lose control, surrendering entirely to these strangers in his home.
But it's not until Marcus' voice cuts through the haze of lust and pain that he snaps back to reality for a brief moment. "My father..." His vision blurs with unshed tears as he meets his son's eyes across the room, seeing nothing but pride and ownership shining in them. It's then that Leon truly realizes what he has become: Marcus' property...his possession...and there is no greater high than knowing that this man will always come back to claim him again and again.
As the last of his resistance crumbles beneath their hands and hungry mouths, Leon closes his eyes and gives himself over to them completely. He no longer cares about anything except pleasing his son...making him proud and satisfied. He whimpers and moans, begging for more with every breath as he feels the weight of Marcus' approval bearing down upon him like a physical force, driving him further into ecstasy with each passing second.
"Marcus..." he whispers hoarsely, voice broken from his cries of pleasure. "I am... yours..."
Marcus smiles predatorily. "You're such a good boy, Daddy," he says slowly. "...keep making those men feel good." His deep voice contrasts with his innocent gaze.
Leon cries out as he's thrust deeper still, feeling their rough hands digging into his flesh as they claim him again and again. He moans, arching his back in pleasure as the sensations wash over him like a tidal wave, carrying him away on a sea of desire. With each stroke, he feels himself growing closer to the edge, the very brink of oblivion where there is nothing but his son and these strangers claiming what is theirs.
He grits his teeth, digging his fingernails into the flesh of the man behind him as he feels himself coming undone under their touches. His hips thrust back against them, seeking more contact, more pleasure...anything to make this feeling last just a little bit longer. "Yes..." He pants heavily, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as the world around him fades away, leaving only Marcus and these men whose touch is claiming his body completely.
A shudder runs through his body as the men take him roughly from every angle, their rough hands and demanding words sending him spiraling toward orgasm. "Marcus... I love you..." he gasps, arching further back into the touch of one of the men, searching for any sign that this release will be enough to prove his devotion.
His hips buck wildly as pleasure washes over him in a searing torrent, tearing a howl from his throat. He feels himself spill onto the floor beneath him, trembling and spent. For a moment, he thinks it's over...but then one of the men growls in his ear, "Not done with you yet," and drives deep once more, pushing him back toward oblivion.
His vision blurs with unshed tears as he whispers hoarsely, "Please... I'll do anything..." knowing there is no limit to what Marcus might ask of him now that their relationship has changed so drastically.
Marcus smiles. "That's it! Keep using my father until you're satisfied," he says tenderly. "And Daddy... tell them you want more... that you're his whore and want to be filled with his seed again and again." His voice contrasted innocently with his predatory face.
"Yes!" Leon cries out, eyes squeezing shut as he gives himself over to the men, accepting their rough hands and demanding cocks with tears streaming down his face. "Please...I want more..." he moans, arching his back in desperation as they take him without mercy, using his body for their pleasure and sending waves of agonizing ecstasy through him.
With every thrust and every touch, he feels himself growing more and more lost in the new reality they've created together, wondering if there will ever be a way back from this...if he even wants to try. For now, all that matters is pleasing Marcus, proving his love and devotion no matter how brutal it might become.
He gasps, feeling a new wave of desire wash over him as his body is claimed once more by the men, their rough hands and demanding cocks leaving him aching and wanting more. His hips buck against them, seeking release even as he cries out for them to take him deeper, harder. With every touch, he feels himself sinking further into this new role, becoming whatever it is that Marcus desires of him.
As they continue their relentless assault, his mind spirals out of control, lost in the sensation of being used and owned by these strangers. A part of him wonders if this is what it means to truly belong to someone...if this pain and pleasure are just another way for Marcus to show his love. And as long as he has that thought, as long as there's a reason behind it all, he knows that he will continue to submit to whatever Marcus asks of him...no matter how far it goes.
With each thrust and moan, he feels his surrender growing deeper still. There is no part of him that isn't exposed to the world now; every inch of skin has been claimed by Marcus, marked as belonging only to him. It's a sobering thought that brings tears unbidden to his eyes, but it does nothing to dampen the fierce desire burning within him. If anything, it only serves to fuel his need for more, his desperation to please his son above all else.
The world around him fades away until there is nothing but Marcus' piercing gaze and the rough hands of these strangers touching him, guiding him deeper into this new existence. And as they bring him ever closer to oblivion once more, he knows that no matter what comes next, he will face it willingly...for Marcus.
His hips arch up off the floor, seeking more contact with their hard bodies as his cries of pleasure echo through the room. He can feel himself growing tighter, hotter, aching for release beneath their touches. But even then, there's still a part of him that wonders if this is enough...if Marcus will ever truly be satisfied. It doesn't matter. All that matters now is giving everything he has to prove his love and devotion, over and over again.
The room spins as pleasure washes through him, leaving him gasping for air and aching for more. He feels raw, exposed...but there's no other place he'd rather be than here, beneath the rough hands of these strangers and in the gaze of his beloved Marcus. Every thrust drives him deeper into oblivion, every touch a promise of their unbreakable bond.
He arches his back, pushing against them even as they push him closer to the edge, begging for release even as he begs for more. Their grunts and moans fill the air around him, a symphony of desire that only serves to heighten his own need. There is no stopping this; there is only Marcus and the men claiming what rightfully belongs to them...and in this moment, Leon is theirs without reservation.
His vision blurs as he feels himself falling apart beneath their touches, tears streaming down his cheeks as he surrenders utterly to this new life with his son, this new role as his master's whore. He cries out, a hoarse and broken plea for them to take him harder, faster...to never let go. And they don't; they only reply by thrusting deeper still, driving him over the edge in a storm of ecstasy that leaves him shaking and spent on the floor at their feet.
But even then, there is no relief, no release from this binding desire. All he can do is lie there, gaze up at Marcus with adoration etched into every line of his body and wait...wait for whatever comes next. Because in this twisted new world where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand, there's only one thing that truly matters: belonging to Marcus. And Leon will never leave his side again, no matter what it takes.
His eyes, filled with love and exhaustion, never leave his son's face as he lies there, spent but not satisfied. Even now, knowing that they could continue for hours more, his body still aches for the touch of Marcus' men, desperate to please his master however he sees fit. It doesn't matter how far they go; it only matters that Leon is with them every step of the way, showing the world what a good boy he truly is.
A shudder runs through him as one of the men climaxes inside him, and he cries out in relief, grateful to feel his own orgasm washing over him at last. But even as he comes, his eyes never leave Marcus', pleading silently for more...for whatever it is that Marcus desires of him, Leon will give it gladly. There are no limits now; there's only love and the burning need to prove himself worthy of this new life with his son.
After hours of watching his father being taken over and over by those three men, how they filled his ass with cum over and over again. Marcus gets up from the couch, and makes the men leave, seeing them at the door of the house with a big smile. As he closes it, he turns around, seeing his father lying on the floor. He walks slowly towards him and kneels beside him. There he sees his father with determination, he saw some bruises, bites, scratches, he also saw his body bathed in sweat, saliva and cum... a lot of cum. His gaze goes to his father's abdomen, seeing it swollen, clearly full of many loads from those three men, a hand will be, caressing his swollen abdomen. "You did very well daddy... you are a very good boy," he said softly looking straight into his father's eyes.
A soft smile tugs at the corners of Leon's mouth as he looks up at Marcus, loving gaze never wavering. "Thank you... I am just trying my best to please you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice raw and aching from hours of crying out in ecstasy. Reaching up, he gently touches the mark on his chest left by one of the men, still marveling at how beautiful it is...and how much it means to him. "I want you to be happy...that's all I care about."
Despite his exhaustion and the pain in every muscle, he tries to sit up a little straighter, struggling to maintain eye contact with Marcus even as dizziness threatens to overcome him. He wants Marcus to know that no matter how rough it gets...how much they ask of him...he will always be there for his son. Always.
Marcus leans closer to his father and places a tender kiss on his forehead. "I know, Daddy," he says sweetly. "But now try to stand up and go take a nice shower... you deserve it." His innocent and sweet voice contrasts with his deep, predatory gaze. "When you're done, I'll be waiting for you in your room," he says sweetly.
Nodding slowly, Leon manages to stand up with Marcus' help, his legs shaking beneath him. "Yes... that sounds nice," he whispers softly, leaning heavily against the younger man as they begin to walk toward the bathroom. He turns back briefly, catching a glimpse of the marks on his body and can't help but feel a strange mixture of pride and shame at what they represent.
As he steps into the shower, hot water beating down on his sore muscles, Leon closes his eyes tightly and tries to process everything that has happened tonight. It all seems so surreal...he can't believe how far he's come from the man who once loved his ex-wife. But as Marcus promised, he will do whatever it takes to make his son happy...even if it means giving up himself completely.
Standing under the hot spray of water, Leon leans back against the cool tiles of the shower and closes his eyes, trying to make sense of everything that has happened tonight. His body aches in places he didn't know could ache, his skin feels raw and sore from all the rough handling he's endured...but at the same time, there's a strange sort of peace settling over him. He knows that as long as Marcus is happy, he can find joy in serving his son however he sees fit.
When he finally steps out of the shower, his skin glistening with water and sweat, he carefully dries off and dresses in one of Marcus' oversized t-shirts. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he walks slowly down the hall toward Marcus' room, his heart racing at the thought of what might happen when they're finally alone together again.
He knocks softly on the door, waiting for permission to enter before slipping inside and closing it quietly behind him. Marcus is lying on the bed, looking as innocent and sweet as ever in one of his old nightshirts. The contrast between his appearance and the things they've done together tonight only serve to heighten Leon's feelings of devotion...of belonging to his son and no one else.
"Come on, Daddy..." Marcus says tenderly, patting the bed next to him. "Let's sleep cuddling." He smiles innocently. He doesn't even look like the same young man who brought those three men to use his father.
Leon hesitates for only a moment before climbing onto the bed and snuggling up against Marcus' side, wrapping his arms around him possessively. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply of Marcus' unique scent as he nestles closer still, feeling a sense of completeness wash over him as they spoon together beneath the covers.
Even as exhaustion threatens to pull him under, Leon can't help but smile contentedly, knowing that no matter what challenges or hardships might lie ahead for them, he will always be there for his son...and Marcus will never need anyone else.