A Wizard's Succession 11

"A-aren't you m-mad that I took this from you?'

"Nah. You like her?'

Stan nodded.

"She's one of my favorites. Real nice.'

The man's voice was leading him on. The more he stared at the magazine, the more it seemed like the fantasy there on the page was teasing him, daring him to try it. How hard could it be? If she could do it, he could do it.

Simple.

Mouth on dick.

Nothing complicated. No one else was ever going to know.

Not even his old man.

His dick was hard now and he wanted to start jerking it. Horny and 19, it all came easily enough.

"Sure is hot, dad. Big fucking dick she's sucking too.'

"Yeah,' he droned on, "Nearly as fucking big as your old man here ...'

The lad looked at him in genuine surprise.

"Seriously?! You're bigger than that? No way!!'

"Course I am, kiddo. No shit about it.'

The man was well turned on now as he looked at the hot blondie, and could feel his meat firming up nicely in his boxers. He eyed the lad's desire flushed face, the slightly open mouth, the glazed eyes, the barest hint of a few days gone without shaving on otherwise smooth skin. He began to wonder.

"Want to see it?'

Stan swallowed quite hard. But he really wanted to know what it looks like, before he does it.

"Yeah" Prove it to me " dad.'

Marx lazily stripped himself, letting the gray cotton fall to the floor, staring hard at the lad as he did so. Must be the alcohol, Marx thought, yeah, that must be it, I'm drunk as fuck.

Well, the kid asked for it, so why not?

Stan, scared and excited at what was happening, could only look in sheer awe as the fearsome shaft was revealed from within the scruffy boxers. It was a powerful weapon alright: a thick cylinder of veiny muscle from top to bottom filigreed with veins from the base up, more than eight inches long, maybe nine, at least as big as any Stan had seen before in porn clips. A rough, calloused hand aimed it toward him, lightly stroking it as it neared full hardness, curving gracefully back as it hardened. Marx slowly sat down to his bed as he stroked.

"What do you think of that then, son? Is your old man a stud or what?'

"Fuck me. You weren't kidding. That's massive!'

Stan stared at the monster rod, still absent-mindedly pressing his own dick through his jeans. He was truly taken aback by the size, though it was admittedly in proportion to the big guy who owned it. Marx gave him a lopsided grin, grabbed his boxers, tucked his hard cock back in, and said, "The hell it is. Now, are you going to read that?'

Stan slowly nodded his head.

"Well, enjoy flipping through.'

Marx once again turned back to sleep. He slept in the same position he was before.

Jitters swept through Stanislav's stomach. Was this going to be more than he could handle? There's only one way to find out. He was slowly warming to his role now.

To the inevitable.

Marx was sprawled once more on his bed, his face cupped by his hand, his legs splayed a bit apart. The lad looked warily at the topless tough guy and the studied undercurrent of violence lurking in the unknown. The auburn head, the ruggedly handsome face, broad shoulders, massive biceps, tattoos, well-rounded pecs, widespread chest fuzz tapering down...

A proper straight bloke, no messing around.

You wouldn't pick a fight with him on a Friday night unless you were mental.

Twice his age at least, or more. He's certainly old enough to be his dad for real. Stan's hand pressed again at his dick through his jeans. Maybe he did want to do it.

Maybe he wanted to prove to his old man that he's up for it -- that he could be of assistance, in more ways than one...

He glanced again at the magazine and the woman excitedly sucking the huge dick there. This is it, time to turn in now.

Fucking hell.

Feverish anticipation swept through him. He was powerless to resist the beast awaiting him. He rubbed his jeans some more.

Different rules.

Better learn quickly, Stan.

He slowly approached the sleeping guy and let a nervous hand run over Marx's left arm. His sweaty palm glided easily over the man's fuzzy chest down to his firm tummy. He was staring at him as he slowly teased his left nipple. Then, he gently massaged the man's right calf, which slowly glided to his inner thigh, and back to the calf. He was feeling Marx's muscles all the while. When the man did not wake up yet, he was relieved. He finally teased the prized cock he saw earlier. He began to rub the thick tool from the tented boxers, and this made Marx moan in his sleep.

It was warm through the cotton, firm and almost to its fullest. But Stan immediately went back to tease the nips, fearing that he might wake up. As he did, Marx's meat suddenly jerked with life, prompting the lad to slowly release the fearsome beast caged within the gray cloth.

This is it, Stan, he thought. Now or never.

He teased the thick manhood, slowly jerked it, and tugged the full balls gently, until he couldn't control his desire. He slowly climbed up the bed, crept between Marx's legs, gripped the beast gently, and his head slowly went down to the man's crotch, his face close to the thick meat. It was leaking precum, like a wild beast with its mouth foaming. He tentatively licked the precum, and at once, he tasted the man's virile essence " a sweet, salty essence. He knew that Marx is a man's man, and you couldn't help but submit to his whims. He slowly but eagerly began to lap up the man's cock, licking this way and that, like he was eating a popsicle.

And what a thick, vicious popsicle it is!

When his tongue couldn't have had enough, Stan opened his mouth wide, and then "

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! KID!! WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!'

Stan froze, his lips wrapped around his old man's cockhead, deft fingers around the shaft. And he was terrified. Marx shoved the kid away, tucked once more his meat, and he was fuming at the lad. His breathing became vicious like a bull, and he was scowling.

"D-d-dad, I-I-I'm sorry --'

Never in his life had that Stan felt more terrified. He watched as Marx picked up the porn mag, looked at him, then back at the mag. He was beyond disbelief. A very long silence ensued, with a staring contest left unbidden. Stan was the first to back down.

"What were you thinking?!'

"R-really, I r-really am s-sorry "'

The boy began to tear up in front of him. Shit, he thought, now I'm a pussy " a crybaby " jeez. Marx looked at the boy. He began to think it through. He had been here for eight years, and not once had he fucked another woman, but to experience this kind of betrayal once again, hell he was seething. But he needed to feel it once more, the feeling of being a man once again.

To be the dominating one.

Just the way she loved it.

He thought long and hard. Sure, he let his kid see his own dick, and he saw how Stan reacted. Maybe.

Just maybe

Marx weighed his options, and decided to fuck it. He clicked his fingers at Stan, with a tone of unyielding authority.

'You want to take a closer look?!'

Stan was beyond hoping. 'C-can I, Dad?'

'Now you can, son! On your knees, kiddo!!'

The man stood up from his bed. He was ready for action now, but he wanted to draw the moment out. He wanted to see the kid get into the roleplay.

Stan did as he was told. He slid off the bed on to the floor, strange feelings welling up inside him as he took pole position. He knew he was no homo. In the outside world he would be repulsed as hell. But here, what dignity and beliefs he once had had now been taken away, and he was buzzed by that. A reckless, crazy part of him now wanted this all to happen, wanted to let this brutal man assert authority over him, wanted the assault. The alcohol still coursed through his bloodstream. No doubt about it, he was still fucking turned on. He wiped his tears, and once again felt the feeling he had before getting caught.

'Wow. Look at that motherfucker. Bet you've made a few women scream with that thing.'

'Too fucking right I have!' The man began to stroke the chunky member. Stan edged a little closer, mesmerized, heart beating wildly. Was this a dream or a nightmare? He couldn't tell, maybe it was a little of both.

'Can I touch it, dad?'

He was trying to play innocent, thinking this was what the man wanted. He was right. Marx beamed cockily when he heard the lad spoke.

'Sure"' he droned on, "I'd like that.'

Marx was getting down on this. Hell, the kid was playing the part the way she did.

The man let go and Stan reached out once more to grip the thick member. Fuck, the size of it. This was insane. It was rock hard now and the man groaned deeply as the lad slowly began to slip his hand back and forth. He felt the monster surge beneath his hand.

'Oh, yeah, that's it,' he growled, "getting your old man worked up a treat...'

As Stan stroked the beast, Marx ordered him to spit on it. The boy spat hard into his right hand and brought the spit down to lubricate the shaft for a better grip. He then repeated it. His hand began to move more freely over the rigid tool.

'It's so fucking big dad. So fucking big...' The awe in Stan's voice was unmistakable. 'Does that feel good?'

'Oh yeah" You just keep doing that, kid. Daddy loves that,' he growled deeply. He breathed in deeply. Then, 'Something he'd like even more though"'

Stan edged forward again ever so slightly. The thick meat was now a few inches from his face: head flared, fully hard, ready for action. Now or never "

'Look at me.'

Stan let his hand drop as the man's rough right hand firmly tilted his chin upwards and their eyes met. Strapping jaw, auburn head, thick neck. The man gazed down at the horny scene with mounting excitement; he was going to fucking give it to him so good. The left hand took Stan's head and gently but firmly brought it forward until the lad felt warm moist flesh pressing lightly against his lips.

'You know what daddy wants right now, don't ya?'

Stan nodded. His mouth began to dry up in anticipation.

'I'm gonna feed it to you, son. You're gonna swallow daddy's tasty load. You want that?'

The boy's heart beat faster still. His dad was a mean fucker, alright.

Time to let it go.

'Oh yeah. Please, dad.'

He let his mouth fill with spit, hang slightly open and with his eyes locked upwards on the man's face, felt himself being pushed on to the smooth shiny head.

Fuck.

He was actually sucking a man's dick.

Just like the blondie in the mag.

'OH, FUCK!! Now you're talking, son!!! This is gonna be so FUCKING GOOD!!'

The man let his conquest take a moment to adjust. The sight of his hard mature meat penetrating the kneeling lad's face had been the best decision he made. The kid was straight alright; wide-eyed and innocent, just like her. He let out a loud animal grunt which seemed to reverberate right down into Stan's head. He was the man here, and he was in control.

The lad now looked straight ahead as he began to move backward and forward on it of his own accord, trying to make it slick with his saliva. His mouth was stretched wide and tight over the glistening skin. He sucked like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. He looked back up to its owner to check he was doing it right; he didn't want to make any mistakes. The horny porn image was still there in Stan's head: straight man dick sliding into willing female mouth.

But now it was his mouth and the image couldn't match the power of the reality. The taste, the smell, the strange intensity of what he was doing was sending him down a dark road he'd never dreamed of travelling before. He was far from safety, being sexually taken by a well-hard straight man in prison; he felt weak and vulnerable, his machismic swagger a distant memory. The pressure on the back of his head now forced the meat deeper still and the man began to speak his thoughts aloud.

"FUCK, YEAH!! You're doing just fine, son... You like that? You like daddy's big dick?'

Stan moaned, overwhelmed. He was getting into a steady rhythm now.

'You know what, son? You may be straight, but your mouth is a perfect fit. A perfect fucking fit! Think we might be made for each other, know what I mean!? That maybe you were born for my fucking cock! What do ya say?!'

This thought went round and round Stan's head, feeding his horny confusion. Maybe this was fate. Maybe that was why he was really here. He looked up at the reclined figure again; saw the wide, fuzzy chest, the powerful arm stretched out to hold his head in place; saw his life in the cell stretching out before him, month after month after month. He was getting what he deserved. He nodded.

'We're gonna do this every day from now on, son!! EVERY " FUCKING " DAY ...'

The lad nodded again, senses overpowered by the domination of strong male sex.

Everyday.

He'd better get used to it.

"Maybe we'll add this to the list" Yeah, that's it! You better believe it now! I'm gonna look after you, son! You keep doing this every day, and daddy's gonna look after you. FUCK YEAH!!'

Stan moaned again. That deep voice had him hooked now, it was reeling him in. What had started as curiosity was slowly becoming his reality. His dad was gonna protect him. That was what he really wanted.

'Suck that dick, boy!! That's the way! Yeah... Suck it ... You're a fucking natural, kiddo!! Think you can take it all?!'

The man sat down on his bed, the lad's mouth being freed from its meat. He gripped Stan's head, pushed his cock once more, humped it a bit, then gradually pushed his full length in, pushing the lad's head down. Stan instinctively opened his throat so as not to gag, his nose nestling into the thick bush of auburn hair. He was trapped there and could barely breathe. The huge shaft had taken over his mouth completely, searching its way down into his unprotected throat. A deep growl of pleasure came from above as he was held there a while. He breathed in the ripe smell of the man's unwashed crotch and the nutsack therein.

'FUCK YEAH!! All the fucking way, son!' The man was impressed that the boy hadn't gagged. Raw talent. This was obviously meant to be.

The slick action resumed, young lips smoothly riding up and down. The thick beast bulged with obscene vitality. Out. In. Out. In. Stan's tongue flicked over it again and again. More manly salty sweetness to puzzle his taste buds; he'd never tasted his own, after all (he would have been so grossed out). The more he tasted it, the more he wanted it. He rested one hand on the man's chunky right leg and with the other fumbled to reach down in his pants. His dick ached for release.

'Fucking hell, you are enjoying that aren't ya!? You've always wanted to suck your old man's cock, do ya?! You just never admitted it. How about that?!'

Another moan of approval from below. Stan had never known his real father, and there hadn't been any decent substitutes along the way. The significance of that in relation to what he was now doing suddenly connected in his young horny mind like an electric shock. His dick surged in recognition. Years and years of hoping his dad would come back.

Maybe one day, she'd always said, maybe one day.

And now he was here. He needed his dad so much. He was going to do whatever it took to make him happy. He'd be a good boy.

The man stood up gruffly for the inevitable, knees slightly bent, his mighty shaft now beginning to pummel the young man's face without mercy. Eager lips, stretched wide, clamped tight around it, like a vacuum, urging the climax ever nearer. The lad moaned and squeezed both his dick and the man's heavily muscled thigh. This was extreme. He couldn't take it.

"Take THAT, motherfucker!! Yeah! SO DAMN GOOD!! You wanna taste daddy's cum?! You wanna drink it all up?!'

Stan moaned once more and nodded vigorously as his dad's thick meat was driven relentlessly into him again and again. This was where it was all heading: to that sticky white seed, the first ever mouthful of thick creamy juice from his dad. Nothing else in the world mattered now. He was taking it good and proper, lips numb, jaws aching. Marx bit his lower lip in bestial anticipation and put his other hand behind the lad's head as he began the final assault.

He was ramming very fast, and very hard.

Waves of pleasure closing in. Almost there "

'Well, don't you worry, kiddo!! It's coming!! Yeah, it's coming, alright!! Daddy's gonna feed it to ya real soon "'

The man gazed down with feral pleasure as his massive dick violently rammed the lad's tender mouth. What an amazing fuck. One of the best ever.

Maybe the best ever.

A dad fucking his son's face. Showing him who was in charge, showing him how he had come to be. The power of the idea possessed him completely: he'd thought about it for a while but he thought it was wrong.

He had never been so right, so relieved, and so FUCKING satisfied.

'Fuck yeah "! Almost there, son!! You ready for daddy's load?!? It's coming ...!'

The lad gazed in drunken amazement at the curved veiny piston slamming into him.

This is it.

He gripped harder. He saw the ruggedly handsome face becoming more visceral, bestial. The rough hairy stomach of his dad began to flex and tick with renewed vigor, his powerful hips never resting, the tough guy's rigid weapon ready to shoot...

Dirty.

Brutal.

Masculine.

The thought of his dad's spunk being fed to him was turning him on so much now he was nearly ready to cum himself. He rubbed his aching dick with quiet fury. He was going to do this every fucking day from now on. The man knew he was right on the edge. He was all animal now, wild with lust, breathing heavily, speed increasing, almost spasming. His rock hard meat surged.

'Oh yeah!! OHHH YEAH!!! It's coming now" Gonna shoot it "!'

Stan moaned and squeezed the meat in his boxers with frantic excitement.

'FUUUUUCK!!! I'M COMING, SON!!! I'M COMIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!'

The man felt his balls tighten and the juice begin to flow.

Describe the perfect orgasm. That's what he felt right this moment.

His eyes closed and he gave a loud guttural grunt. He gripped the lad's head tighter still, wanting to catch every last ounce of sensation.

'URGH!'

And fire "

"GAH-HUH-AH-HAH-GUH-HUH-UGHH-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!'

The man's deep growls surrounded and possessed the boy. Stan gazed in horny desperation as the hard snake of thrusting muscled desire pulsed between his lips. So hard and so hot. This was really it. His dad's rough hands held his head like a vise as the warm, salty sweet fluid shot out from within. The first blast went straight to the back of his throat with such force, he instinctively gagged and wheezed. The rest spurted out over his waiting tongue, thick slimy man juice gradually filling his young mouth for the first time. Stan couldn't believe just how much there was.

So much, almost too much even for him.

He savored the taste of his dad's spunk, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. The strong pungent taste seared itself into his memory. His dad was a real man. His dad was a real hard fucker. His dad was giving it to him. Almost without realizing it, he crossed the line himself, moaning in ecstasy as he pumped his load out. He involuntarily swallowed some of the thick juice swimming around his mouth even as his own was spurting into his boxers. The assault on his mouth subsided. He swallowed some more of his dad's seed and felt it coating his throat.

The man slowly opened his eyes and gazed down at his still pulsing tool tucked firmly between his son's smooth lips. The kid had actually taken it all.

That was hot.

He carefully sat back down on the bed and reclined as before, releasing the lad's head from his iron grip. Stan continued sucking the remaining juice from its source, wanting to make sure none was missed. A lazy hand stroked the lad's head and the big man breathed out deeply. He nodded at the boy.

'Fucking hell, son. You did me proud there. Fucking good that was.' He was fucking tired all the way. 'Your mouth was just made for my dick" No shit about it...'

Stan was still engrossed with his task. He knew just where he belonged. This was home now. He carried on gently sucking the engorged head of the temporarily sated monster. Still some cum slowly emerging from the tip; his tongue lapped it up. As he did so, he stared up into the rugged stubbled face above. It was true: this was the perfect fit. It felt so good being there in his mouth.

The man locked eyes with his newly found boy and continued to stroke the short spiky hair, watching with deep, quiet satisfaction as the eager tongue finished up its tour of duty. So young and cute. He was going to feed him every day. He could well imagine taking things another stage before too long, something he'd vowed he never would with anyone. But then rules were made to be broken. It seemed inevitable somehow. The porn and alcohol would do the trick, he thought. He grinned.

'Got a taste for it now, huh? Well, that's just for starters. There's plenty fucking more where that came from. You're gonna get it.'

The lad stared with a mixture of awe and submissive respect into the eyes of the tough guy who now owned him, just as he sucked the last few remaining drops of cum out. The man's satisfied grin was reassuring. Stan knew he only had to do what he was told and life would be good. The thought of being made to service his hard dad over and over again had lit a lustful flame deep within his skull. He finally let go and sat back on his heels, looking at the softening monster in dreamy, drunken contemplation. No wonder it had made women scream - imagine getting fucked by that thing, Stan.

straight male domination. The man looked at him, somehow sensing that their minds were in sync.

'It's the real deal, son. Just you and me now...'

Stan felt warm and wanted. He was going to be taken care of alright; the spunk in his gut was proof of that. He looked up again at the muscular figure, this time with a different light.

'Sure thing, dad...'

Stan slowly perched at Marx's side, and both men huddled together, with Stan hugging his newfound dad. Both men slept on the same bed, and he was thinking of one thing.

Business starts early tomorrow"