[Okay I'm a clown. I wrote that the previous chapter was short but it was the longest so far. I still have the idea planted well inside my mind, although unsure where to go after that. Eh I'll figure that out soon enough.
The scenes depict M/M relations, but all character are 18+. The plot here is also incestuous in nature, so if you don't like it, click away. Otherwise, enjoy!]
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After Clark went to work, Kyle decided to leave his room and do something else while waiting for his bio dad.
He ended up cleaning his room, and when he sat down to take a break, he immediately jolted up feeling the anal toy plugged inside him.
"Fuck, what am I supposed to do with this?" he muttered to himself, thinking about the toy lodged in his butt. He hasn't seen his dad in two months, so he'll probably force him to get out of the house and grab something to eat.
Kyle practiced sitting down naturally without pressing the toy too hard. He eventually got it, but his now erect dick continues to be a bother. He can't even jack this off!
Another thing that needs to be addressed quickly was the leather collar. Kyle rushed to his closet and whipped up several clothing options. He chose to wear a black cut-off muscle shirt, some ragged pants and black sneakers. He tossed a black and red flannel shirt to break off the monotony of his outfit.
He also made sure to wear snug briefs to secure the dildo and somewhat keep his boner in place.
Kyle inspected himself in the mirror. It was different from what he usually wore, but it camouflaged the collar very well. He smiled.
His dad, Henry, arrived ten minutes after four. Kyle could practically hear him hollering downstairs, looking for him.
Henry was an inch shorter than Clark, but is significantly more burly. Clark's always put a premium on how professional he looks, but his dad have almost always been laid-back, the man who'd always throw caution to the wind and live his best life.
"Hey boy! How's college? Railed any sexy girls lately?" Henry greeted his son followed by a boisterous laugh.
Kyle chuckled awkwardly. No girls, just Clark assaulting my boy pussy, he thought.
Henry took a good look at what Kyle was wearing and raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me it's a phase." he joked.
"It kinda is, at least today."
"Look! You even wore a collar!" Henry continued, tugging the leather strap. Kyle took a few steps closer to avoid losing balance, but his cock reacted wildly to this.
Not now, Kyle thought to himself.
Henry and his ex-wife's personality clashed so hard it affected their marriage and ended in divorce. A few years later, they were amicable in co-parenting Kyle. Clark and Henry tolerated each other at best, but they didn't seem to get along that well either.
When Kyle's mom died, they somewhat called a truce. His dad isn't going anywhere, and Clark wasn't to do that too. They all ended up in another co-parenting situation, but Clark kept himself scarce whenever Henry was around. Kyle didn't mind.
"Ready to drive around town, Kyle? I just passed by a burger joint that just opened. Let's try that out today!" Henry said as he grabbed Kyle's arm and started dragging him outside the house.
Kyle felt conflicted, each step hesitant.
"Clark said to wait for him to go home before we leave." the younger man said.
Henry scoffed. "Meh, that uptight old fart. Let him be! Just send him a text that we left. Come on!"
Kyle relented and joined his father. He carefully sat down the passenger seat and buckled up before sending Clark a message.
[[dad is here. he didn't want to wait]]
[[So you left with him?]]
[[yea]]
[[I see.]]
Kyle stared at his phone for a couple of seconds, but Clark stopped replying altogether.
"So, what did Clark say?" Henry asked as he started the car.
"Nothing. He said 'I see' and didn't reply."
"Don't mind him then. Ready, son?"
"Yup! Let's not die today, dad."
Henry laughed. He drove like a maniac, always almost at the speed limit. While this almost scared Kyle to death multiple times, today was different.
The constant whirring of the motor made the anal toy vibrate. Kyle winced and grimaced whenever they pass through a speed bump. It was torture.
The duo eventually arrived at the burger joint, exchanging stories about how they've been since they last met. Henry was still an animated storyteller, and his loud belly laughs made a couple of heads turn. Nobody got mad at him though, his dad carried this light, carefree aura that everybody seems to tolerate.
Kyle was intently listening to his dad's antics when he suddenly felt a jolt of vibration from the toy. He gasped when it happened a second time, now more intense than the last. Kyle started getting goosebumps on his arms.
Henry also seemed to notice his son tense up.
"You okay, buddy?"
"Yeah, probably just the chili." Kyle answered. The toy was now vibrating gently, and he had to keep his facial expressions in check. He didn't want his dad to see what he looks like while getting pleasured.
"Alright then, we can head home if you want."
"That'd be great, dad."
When they stepped outside, the vibrations lasted longer and was now more intense. Kyle had to focus on walking normally while his prostate was being assaulted by the vibrating toy.
No wonder this is all Clark's doing. Kyle fished out his phone and started dialing.
"Hello, Clark Hansen speaking."
The vibration stopped, and Kyle sighed in relief.
"Clark, it's Kyle!"
"Oh I know, I'm just messing with you. How's your father and son bonding going?"
"Nevermind that! What is this... thing... doing... inside... you know?" Kyle had to mutter the last words to not rouse suspicion.
"Ah. Since you're having fun with your dad, I decided to have a little fun with you."
"How--"
Clark laughed. "It's a neat trick, really. I can control the vibrator anywhere. That means I get to control you."
"Can you like, stop it?"
"No. You disobeyed me and this is your punishment. Now be a man and face consequences for your actions." Clark's voice was stern on the phone, it almost made Kyle shudder.
"But--"
"I'll see you at home." Clark said firmly before the line disconnected.
Kyle almost threw his phone out of frustration, when the toy started vibrating again. This time, it pulsed with a steady rhythm, and the young man had to steady his breathing as he continued walking to his dad's car. He decided to take the backseat this time.
Henry shot him a worried look. "Are you sure you're okay? You're wincing and all."
"I'm fine, let's just go home dad."
"Alright then." His dad said as he started the car.
Kyle had to concentrate hard while they drove home. It's a good 20-minute ride, so he knew he had a lot to endure. Henry's driving didn't help either.
The vibrations were now coming in waves, and Kyle was already whimpering in the backseat as his hips started grinding subtly. The pleasure he felt from the vibrator was too much. He gripped his shirt, letting out a moan.
Henry constantly looked at the mirror to check on his son. Kyle was writhing while clutching his stomach, and was continuously groaning and whimpering.
"Do you wanna go to a hospital instead?
"No... no. Just... home... please..." Kyle stuttered, moans of pleasure escaping from his lips.
"Alright, but I'm worried about you."
"I'm -- ahh... I'm fine." Kyle barely managed to mutter a coherent sentence as the waves intensified. The younger man bit his hands as he rode the luscious waves of vibration. At this point, he no longer cared as he let out another moan before biting his lower lips.
During the car ride, Henry looked after his son, and noticed that he really wasn't in pain. It looked like Kyle was being pleasured by... something. He was moaning and grinding... like a bitch in heat. The older man focused on driving, now slower and more careful this time.
But somehow, it isn't because his son looked like he's not feeling well.
He wanted to hear his son's moans of pleasure a bit longer.
Henry hated the thought, but his dick twitched with the idea.
When they arrived, the vibrations in the Kyle were so intense that he kept his eyes closed and let out breathy moans. He was a slave to this immense pleasure Clark was giving him. Thinking about how his stepdad was having fun with the remote made him hornier.
His engorged cock was straining against his tight pants, the front getting stained by his precum.
It was Henry who stepped out of the car and went to the backseat. It was clear from Kyle's expression that he was getting pleasured. He just had to confirm what it is. He sat down next to his son and grabbed his shoulders.
"Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes... dad... I'm - oooohhhh - o-okay! Fuck! I... feel...OOOH.. I feel great, dad! Yeah... shit..." Kyle said in the middle of moaning. He was smiling in ecstasy. He didn't care that he was talking to his dad.
Henry's hard-on was now visible from his jeans. It was wrong to feel about his own flesh, but he's thoroughly enjoying watching Kyle now. He pulled his son in for a hug.
Kyle buried his face on his dad's chest and took a deep breath. He savoured the faint smell of sweat covered by his musky perfume. His dad smelled like a man, and it only turned him on even more.
The vibrations sent tingles all over his body. His ass feels oversensitive after the constant and escalating rumbling inside him.
The toy was now sending intense pulses on top of a steady hum, and his hips started moving along to the toy's rhythm, inadvertently pressing his body to his dad's, and sensually grinding on him.
Henry could not believe his eyes seeing his own son moaning and writhing against his body.
It felt like Kyle wanted to give himself to him.
The older man's cock was throbbing, and precum started to soil his jeans as well. He took it all in silently for a minute or two.
Kyle's arm was completely hairless. He took a close look and saw his son has shaven his armpits and hair.
Henry's entire body was matter in salt and pepper fur, and its stark contrast to his son made him want to rub their skin together.
The older man gave in and roamed his palm around his son's back. His touch seemed to have intensified Kyle's grinding on him. He felt his son's agape mouth nibble on his shirt. If it's from his constant moaning or from something else completely, he wasn't too sure.
Nothing dastardly could ever happen to them.
