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"Hey man," Marcus said. "I heard your son is already 18." He approached Robert, put an arm around his shoulders, getting closer as if trying to hide something. "You still want me to help you... you know... so you can rape your own son?" he whispered, glancing briefly at his lips to make sure no one was nearby.
I don't care what anyone thinks Marcus. Just because he is my own flesh and blood doesn't mean I can't take what I want. And I really want to taste him tonight. You know you are the only one who understands me, so help me make this happen, please.
Marcus squeezed Robert's shoulder. "Don't worry, man... what are friends for if not to help each other rape their own children?" he said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, you're right," Robert replied, grinning wickedly. "Let's get it done." He reached into his pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs, clicking them shut with a satisfying sound. "Come on, let's go find my little slut."
As night fell, Marcus entered Robert's house through the back door, using the key Robert had given him. He quietly slipped into Robert's son's room, quickly covering his eyes, handcuffing him, and gagging him. He left the room for a moment, searching the hallway for Robert. When he saw him, he gave him a small smile. "All yours, man... literally," he said, letting out a chuckle. "And don't worry about the rest of your family... I've already made sure they won't be around for a few days." He winked at Robert.
Robert grinned with excitement as he followed Marcus to his son's room. "You always go above and beyond, man," he said admiringly. He shut the door behind them and approached his handcuffed and gagged son, slowly running a finger down his cheek. "Tonight is going to be so special for both of us, isn't it?" he whispered in his ear before kissing him roughly on the neck.
Marcus:Marcus stood by the door, watching with arousal as Robert took control. The sight of his friend dominating their young mutual victim was a turn-on unlike anything else. He knew that they had to be careful not to go too far, not tonight at least; after all, there were still some rules even between friends who shared such twisted desires...
But as Robert continued to kiss and touch his son roughly, Marcus couldn't help but wonder how much further he might push their boundaries next time. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
Marcus smiled at the scene. "I'll leave you two alone... I don't want to interfere with your... quality father-son time." He winked at Robert before leaving the room, leaving father and son alone.
"Daddy wants you to be such a good boy tonight," Robert murmured into his son's ear as he ground against him, already hard and throbbing with need. He cupped the other man's face, pulling him into a deep kiss as he began undressing him roughly, almost tearing at his clothes in his eagerness to feel their skin pressed together.
His own hands roamed freely over every inch of his son's body, marking him with possessive bites and claw-like nails as they sought out pleasure centers he knew would make the boy squirm uncontrollably beneath him. "You're mine," Robert breathed into the younger man's ear, voice raw with lust, "and I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can think straight."
His son arched into his touch, whimpering softly beneath him as he struggled against the gag in his mouth. "D-Daddy," he stuttered out through the cloth, "please..." The fear and arousal mingling together made Robert's chest tight with desire. He pinned the other man down roughly, leaning into kiss him roughly, punishing his lips for daring to ask for anything less than complete surrender.
With a growl of possession, he tore at their clothes, needing nothing between them but skin on flesh as he took what he wanted. "You're mine," he repeated harshly, sliding one hard, slick length inside the tight heat that surrounded him like a velvet glove. "And I'm going to fuck you 'til you forget your own name."
As his hips began to move in a brutal rhythm, Robert leaned down once more to whisper against his son's ear, his breath hot and caressing. "Then I'll make it mine."