A Wizard's Succession 12

Total submission.

His dad boning him like he was a sexy hot bitch. That is DEFINITELY something to look forward to. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his dick stood to attention once more. The sheer brutal possibility of it overwhelmed him. Going all the way with his dad ...

'If you fucking WANT it, then you'll FUCKING GET IT!’ Marx roared, ‘DO YOU FUCKING WANT SOME?!'

The man's snarled words hit the lad full on. What the hell are you thinking, Stan?

Crazy shit.

You can't take that thing - you'll be ripped apart.

But ...

It would be fucking amazing, won't it?

***

Stan could already feel that his teasing ministrations had finally come to their limits, for he could already sense that Mecho will blow at any given moment. The big form beneath his fit frame began to jerk and struggle, the man’s voice hoarse from the previous shouting, begging for his release, both physical and sexual.

‘P-p-please … Let me c-cum …’

Stan leaned closer to Mecho, and whispered, ‘So, will you finally tell me?’

Mecho was nodding in sheer frustration, ‘Yes! Yes! I’ll tell you anything – ANYTHING!!’

‘Then, you finally earn your reward …’

Stan slowly let Mecho’s thick cock go, and gripped it gently with his hand. He turned around, and pinned the man’s arms down once again, this time with his feet in a 69 position. Using only his thumb and index finger, he gave the thick cock slow jerks, teasing the already numb thick head. Mecho hissed in pain and exhaustion, for the pleasure pained him already.

‘P-please …! I-I-I want to cum … Now …!’

‘And you will …’

Mecho thrashed wildly, to no fruition. He’s already tired, his throat hoarse. He just lay there, clenched his eyes, and gnashed his teeth, hoping that he’ll cum soon …

***

The lad desperately wanted to admit his twisted curiosity, to let his dad inside him, but the fear proved too strong. He looked up in trepidation. The man stared. The teenager looked so lost and cute all of a sudden, even his loveless heart couldn't resist.

Give him a break Marx, he thought.

He's only doing what you told him what to do, after all.

He clicked his fingers, and Stan was once again on his knees. Without any spoken words, the lad resumed his duty to serve his dad. He reveled at the moment, that man. He definitely loved being in control. Without thinking, he ruffled the boy’s hair gently, as if the kid was a pet.

Stan settled between his dad's hairy legs with renewed excitement. He was going to get fed now, he felt sure of it. His dad was really going to give it to him, going to ram his face ferociously again. He wasn't sure how much of that he could take in one session. He eyed up the show of raw strength there before him. His heart beat faster and he waited for instructions. Marx just stared at him, but he could see that desire for release. The young lad stroked his own straight stiff meat through the now damp fabric of his boxers and bit his lip with anticipation.

There it is, Stan.

You want it now, don't you?

Stan watched the man's expression as he slid the shiny head between his lips once more. He sucked eagerly, making the action smooth, slick and rhythmic. The look of satisfaction on his dad's face sent a thrill up and down his spine. He was doing it right.

'Uggghhhh ...'

A trail of precum tantalized his tongue. He was tasting it now. The dirty animalistic ritual had him by the scruff of the neck again. He wanted more. He reached out to gently caress the man's large nut sack. All that cum, right in there. His other hand stroked his own meat. His balls ached for release.

'Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnngggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh ...' his daddy bellowed a grunt.

Extreme pleasure flowed up the man's body from his groin. This kid really knew how to work his pole. He'd be shooting his load in no time. He lost eye contact, his eyes glued shut, thrusting his crotch hard in time with his son's rhythm as the good sensations spread over him.

What a turn on.

Straight, 19 going on 18, bright-eyed and innocent, taking his dad's thick meat and learning to enjoy it.

The man’s face swirled around the lad's head and took root as the man's ecstasy-laced face bore forcefully into his mind. You're sucking your dad's dick.

You're sucking your dad's dick. Stan felt lightheaded.

'Oh … GOD ...!!'

The lad's excitement continued to build as he felt something bump underneath Marx’s balls. He'd let the man's nuts and his own dick go free and his hands were wandering up over the chunky ass, reaching up and squeezing them hard. His dad grunted approvingly as the lad's smooth arms rubbed over his rough skin. The thrusts became more insistent.

Any moment now ...

‘You ready, kid? Cause I’m going to … !'

The man saw his son nod at him, the pleading eyes, the innocent young mouth forced wide open, his cute face taking it. He shifted his body slightly, and rammed even faster. He reached forward with one hand to wank his primed weapon straight down into those soft lips. He couldn’t wait to unload, and he wanted to see his boy swallowing his dad's freshly brewed milk. His breathing quickened.

Stan kept well low so that he could keep looking up at the man's face. He worked vigorously at the shiny head, one hand now gripping a chunky leg, the other still on his dad’s ass. Dad's meaty knuckles worked rapidly back and forth, dangerously close to striking him in the face, the mighty forearm taut and vicious. The tattoos blurred up his line of sight.

'THIS IS IT … !' The man stared at the lad with fierce determination, drilling his gaze into the back of the lad's skull as his nuts tightened and began to unload.

'GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'

Dizzy with pleasure and anticipation, Stan watched his dad's fierce stare turn into a blissful memory. Brute strength filled his mind and vision, the man's deep ecstatic groan his signal to succumb to the inevitable.

Here ...

It ...

Comes ...

‘UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!! UGH! UGH! UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!’

The first blast of fresh cum landed on his tongue and the insane reality hit him like a wrecking ball. His lips parted slightly in dutiful acquiescence. With a sudden impossible rush, his aching dick began to release its waiting juice into his boxers.

The man watched through narrowed lustful eyes as his creamy load streamed out.

Feeding time, alright.

He was really taking it all.

The meaty fist slowed, and he twisted his hand round so that the thumb was now on top, nudging the lad's head back a touch so that the shiny head spewed more cum on to those soft, young lips. Stan's overpowered senses were filled with the taste and smell of the accumulating seed: the essence of his dad being fed to him again.

‘UH! UH! UH – HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHH!!’

He focused his attention back on the still leaking prick and lapped up the flow at source with his now cum-covered tongue, felt the creamy juice oozing right from the man's piss-hole. The man basked in the afterglow of his climax. The lad had done a damned good job there, no mistake.

The man began moving his dick around the lad's lips, smearing the remaining juice all around. The lad gave in and let it happen, staring up again into the hard man's satisfied face. He let a load of the gunk slip down his throat to lodge deep inside and sat with his mouth still slightly open, dumbstruck.

He bashed his boy's face with his thick manhood, the last drops of cum flicking out onto the tender skin. He wanted to make the lad flinch, but Stan accepted the onslaught. He deserved whatever he got. He swallowed the rest of the man's seed, down, down it went. The buzzing taste lingered in his mouth.

'Well, that was fucking good for me, son. You're a talented kid, alright. Think your old man might want some more of that later...' He grinned knowingly.

Stan nodded again in his cum-soaked daze, in no position to refuse. The fire in his mind impossible to die out. He was just a horny straight lad addicted to servicing his dad's meaty dick. No one else had to know about it …

'We'll now start our duties for today. For you, you better start as a courier between prisoners.'

Stan moaned gently. Every day. He'd almost forgotten that promise. He thought about how many hours he was going to spend here in this cell with this hard-nut's massive tool in his gob. All the hot cum he was going to swallow - for weeks, months ...

Like a bitch ...

Total male domination.

You know you can't fight your dad, Stan, so this is how it's supposed to be.

This is your life now ...