For hundreds of years, it has been tradition for a son to become his father's property on his nineteenth birthday. It had been the case for myself and my four brothers, their sons too; now, it was my eldest son's turn. I had fathered a number of children over the years, but none were as important as my four boys. A set of twins, and two singlets; their mothers insignificant.
Edward, the eldest, was average height - his looks being anything but that. He had white-blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes, pale white skin, traits that he had inherited from me. He played football, so his body was toned, muscles smooth. The thought of taking him for the first time, watched by my father, brothers, and their sons, well, it sent my imagination into overdrive. Listening to their moans as another Rockwell joined their ranks, deflowered in front of them, filled with his Daddy's cum. I smiled at the thought, imagining him on all fours, his naked body writhing underneath me as I fucked him.
We were waiting in one of the house's ballrooms; barely ever used, but such a beautiful room. It was the family home, and had been built almost three-hundred years ago, handed down to me when I became old enough. He lived with us, making sure to take advantage of me from time to time. I was sat in the middle of the room, looking up at the clock on the wall, watching the hand tick by; Edward was on his way back from a football game and was due back any minute, under the instruction that he would meet me here.
True to his word, when he arrived back home at five, he sauntered into the room. His smile turned into an expression of confusion, eyes darting from one family member to the next, unsure as to why we were all here. He frowned, closing the door behind him, stepping forwards, folding his arms across his torso. "Dad, what's going on?" He asked, his eyes fixed on me.
"Come here Edward, stand in front of me." I said, gesturing for him to join me.
He walked slowly, cautiously, not taking his eyes off me, stopping just in my reach.
"It's tradition in this family, that when a boy reaches the age of nineteen, that he is fully welcomed into the family." I began, watching his face twist further into confusion. "A boy becomes his father's property, learns to serve him, and does so for the rest of his father's life." I knew that my family behind me were smiling, as Edward began to shuffle uneasily on the spot, messing with his hands. I stood up, standing just taller than him, a smile on my face. I lifted his chin up with my finger, forcing his eyes to look into mine, his face blank. "Are you going to serve me?" I asked.
It took a moment for his lips to move.
"Yes-yes Daddy, I will." He said softly, before smiling. I grinned, pressing my lips against his, one hand holding his cheek, the other hand snaking down to rest on his ass, holding him against me. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, moaning quietly, my fingers squeezing his ass, feeling his semi push against my leg. I was glad that my boy was so ready to serve me, it was as if it was already programmed into his mind to want to offer his tight hole up to me. My father came up from behind me, heels clicking against the floor, reaching around my waist to undo my trousers. His hands worked quickly, pulling them down to my ankles, his hand running across my cock, making me moan loudly. I stepped out of my trousers, kicking them aside, as he mad his way around me to Edward, pulling down his football shorts; to my delight, he was still wearing his black jockstrap. My father chuckled, rubbing his ass, before retreating back to the others. Most of them had undone their pants, and were stroking their cocks, watching me kiss my son. I pulled back, holding him against me as I inspected his ass. It was plump, juicy, I pulled his cheeks apart, pushing them back together, rubbing his soft skin. He was moaning into my chest, kissing me.
"Get on your knees." I said, pushing him down to the floor by his shoulders, him looking at the large bulge in my pants, eyes filled with concern. He knew what to do, kissing me through my underwear, I closed my eyes, arms hanging limply by my sides; he needed little encouragement to take it out, his hand dwarfed by it.