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Broken Doll (verse + oropherion)

He thought Minnie deserved some reaffirmation. So he rewarded his kid with some lap time. Min-Su drank it up and Junga was happy to have something the boy wanted again. For a long time there was this blood bond, but Minnie had been out in the world, not really caring about his old man. The way Junga lived his life, he couldn't blame anyone for not seeking him out, but he thought about his son all the time. In the small hours of the night, a lot of those ponderings reach you. Nothing like still bodies in front of you, made that way by your own efforts, to teach you about your own values. But now that his child had returned, and craved something of his, Junga felt empowered, not just as a sexual being, but as a father. It was odd, tainted even, but it was a very parental impulse to want your boy to want you. And right now, Minnie was obsessed with him again. Like he'd never leave. Like things, at least between the two grown men, would be as they used to, when the little one idolized Junga. If he said anything now, Minnie would listen. It was the perfect opportunity to steer him right.

And wasn't it shameful then, that Junga had very little plans on doing that with his new found power? He wasn't going to use this leverage to force Minnie into school, or push him into a job with great opportunities. He was just dreaming up of ways that his boy could be of service to him. It was difficult not to, when the pretty, petite thing was here in his lap, declaring love in all the wrong ways, dressed like the archetype of a certain kind of domestic slave. He knew that Minnie did not want to be better, he just wanted whatever his father wanted, but preferred it to be the very thing Minnie was holding on to right now. Just the smallness of his son's hand was daunting and perfect. Yes. Junga had decided to stunt his son, and let him be stuck in this state for as long as he could. Maybe it was a past-adulthood phase of development? Wouldn't it be perfect if Minnie just never went through other stages in his life? Be his father's fuckable darling until the day Junga died, and Minnie would visit his grave wearing a black veil, masturbating at his tombstone?

He nodded. "Especially then." Because Minnie knew his father only wanted him to be a perfect little slut. Maybe it was wrong to have dangled the dream of something else in front of the boy. Was he making Min-Su want to be a part of his own work, when Junga now saw there was no chance Minnie could assert himself the way he wanted to. It would be delicious, though, to see his once flighty son reach to become part of what his father was, and fail abjectly. And run back sobbing to dad for the comfort of hugs, kisses, and a big cock to fill his belly and he hole were his accomplishments would have been. All the lovely, dark traits of being a parent to a gorgeous, grown child were festering in the already morally challenged man. He liked Minnie's little sound at having his balls crushed. Junga knew the pain, of course, having had plenty of unfair fights in his day, but Minnie needed to learn the delights of all kinds of suffering, if he were to be his father's constant lover. His sounds were certainly not motivating the middle-aged man to stop his bullying of his son's genitalia.

When he put Minnie on the table, he looked better than the food. Junga slipped in and Minnie took it perfectly. That was one impressive thing about his son, physically. It was no easy feat, taking Junga, and Minnie had done it like it was his second nature, since yesterday. The little brat was challenging him. Though lovingly, it did engage the older, testosterone rich male. He fucked his son's ass despite the obedient answer, and groaned when the way Minnie locked his legs around him reminded him of Mina, but in the best way. He usually thought of the tender moments he'd shared with his wife, but would masturbate furiously about how she could please him. If possible, Min-Su was better at accommodating the violent impulses in Junga, and teasing them out. Junga gritted his teeth as he thrust, having the table make unsure sounds against the weight with which he abused his son. "Arsschhh. You're such a dirty kid." he said, some spittle coming out from between his teeth, but the ire was very much delighted, as well. He inhaled with mock disappointment, but breathed out with some kind of amazement, looking down at the son who clung to him, both with nails and that glorious asshole.

He slammed his hips down. The legs Minnie had around him would mark the swelling of Junga's muscles there, long from his back and thicker where they connected to his hips and glutes. He could kick and stomp people to death with these, and he dedicated them to breaking the table and his son's anus. He had certainly taken to the challenge and at certain intervals, he was lodging balls deep into his son, the father's ballsack slapping against the son's tailbone. Junga's pubic hill was crushing down on Minnie's own cock, with their bodies so tight together. At the most intense, Junga's lower half all but blurred from how furiously he went.

Eventually he hissed and shook his head, finally coming to his senses. "You little...." he muttered and shrugged his son's hands off so he could pin them above Minnie's head. From this slightly standing angle he could aim his cock at Minnie's prostate. Minnie's taunting had him forget proper technique. It seems his son had been able to get to him. But not anymore. Now he only target the cum bladder, punching mercilessly into it with his cock. He even used his hand that was not pressing Minnie's wrists down to push on Minnie's stomach, looking for the feel of his own cock inside Minnie's intestines, and making the boy unable to move. He wouldn't stop until it became too much for his beloved little brat. "Such a little trouble marker." he said, a bit labored as his fingers dug into Minnie's stomach, outlined with the fat dick moving within.
 
There was something wonderful and hot about pushing a man past his limits and watching them lose control. Min-Su hadn't had such experience with Daniel because his boyfriend was too soft and not much bigger than him to assert himself in such a manner. Being plowed by his father's cock had given him much retrospect upon his last relationship and how unfulfilling it really had been for him. He had woken the true nature of his body last night and what kind of sordid pleasure it wanted, what it thrived on. Being picked up so easily by his father and slammed down on the table with his cock entering his ass smoothly seconds later was thrilling, had his heart pumping quickly and hard, elated by the measure of what a real man was. Minnie had tried to be the good person who accepted another for who they were, saw past the physical, and didn't demand too much except love and loyalty. But he was quickly realizing how that wasn't enough and it just came down to how greedy and spoiled he had become during his childhood, even past the divorce. His hole clenched around his father's like a greedy maw, sucking him and clamping down refusing to let him leave, even though he was still tender from being fucked just before dinner.

Legs and arms clung to the older Pat man, pretty decorated claws dug into tough skin, keeping him where he was and not giving him much space. Min-Su stared up at the pinched face his father was making as he took in the pleasure of his cock being wrapped by tight, warm flesh, a greedy hole meant to be fucked. It made him smile at the affect he was having on his old man, made him roll his hips and loosen and tighten his muscles to further tease the man. Something overcame him, pushing him to taunt his father, knowing there was more the older and more experienced man could give him. It seemed to work as his father immediately responded by pounding into him harder, pressing him further into the table, and causing the legs to rattle and wobble to the point of being on the verge of collapse. A surprised and delighted wail ripped from his lungs as he held on tighter, accepting the pace that rocked him and the table in unison, threatening on breaking them both as the feet of the table scraped along the linoleum flooring.

"I'm sorry, appa," but the tone in Minnie's voice made it clear he wasn't sorry at all. Just sorry that he hadn't sought this out sooner, that he hadn't gotten his bowels rearranged earlier. The pace was enough to keep him falling into deep thought, the only thought in his head surrounded his father's cock. It was like he was being taught and molded to only think, desire, and serve the very piece of flesh battering his inner walls. Underneath his legs, he could feel the swell and tension of muscles lining his father's back, knowing he was preparing for something that would be punishing for his son. The sharp, hard thrust rattled the smaller Pat, making his legs tremble and toes curl, as he tossed his head back in a throe of passion. There was just a pinch of pain that crossed his beautiful face, but it was clear he was enjoying every second of the blistering pace that made his walls sing with soreness and exquisitely raw pleasure, being pushed the limit of his pain threshold. It had taken him hours to recover from last night's sex, and he knew he'd be back in the same boat this evening, most likely limping and so sore that sitting would be excruciating. But he didn't complain. No only moans and cries begging for more, for faster, for harder, escaped his rambling mouth because his mind was being turned to mush.

Min-Su's eyes rolled at the way he could feel his father's balls slapping against his tailbone, felt his cock being crushed to his body and creating a painful and sweet torturous friction to his smaller prick. He was near weeping at this point with tears beading at the corners of his eyes as he stared bleary-eyed at the man going to town on him. His motions were a blur, but he could feel everything as his cock plundered his intestines. His toes curled and he smiled dazedly as he felt and heard his father's frustration, earning a soft chuckle at how he had managed to get under his skin like this, and felt his hands pinned above his head. The action would have made his cock jolt and swell had it not been absolutely crushed by his father's pubic hill, but he leaked a copious amount of pre onto his lower stomach, and made a pathetic noise. His fingers and toes curled in unison as Junga targeted his prostate, drilling into it mercilessly that Minnie lost all thought and all vocabulary, mouth gaping open and drooling as he about screamed his lungs out into the kitchen air. His nails dug into his palm, leaving deep crescent markings behind, almost to the point of drawing blood as his body was wracked with intense waves of pleasure pulsing through his veins. The pressure was building in his loins, bubbling and fit to burst as his father didn't let up.

"Appa, appa," Min-Su chanted with eyes unfocused, sometimes even going cross as he felt a large hand press down on his stomach. He could do nothing but lay there and take it, pinned as he was, and he loved it. Loving feeling that large hand press into his abdomen, making him feel how far up his father's cock was lodged up inside him. The sight and the feeling of it was enough to burst the dam holding back his release and he proved he still couldn't control his orgasms by pulsing and shooting his load across his navel and along the underside of his skirt and soaking his obscured panties. "Ahh, fuck appa, give it to me!" He shouted mindlessly, not even really hearing or understanding what he was saying he was so enthralled with his orgasm wrecking his small-framed body, legs jumping and barely clinging onto his father's waist, but still weakly encouraging him to keep going, wanting to be filled up once more. He could feel his consciousness slipping, threatening to black out from the intensity as he could only lay there and take it until his father decided he was finished.
 
Min-Su had no secrets for him anymore. He used to know his son rather well, but they'd grown apart. Now, it seemed as though those old languages returned. The way the boy clung and was more honest with his communication. By how his ass ate up his father's cock and tried to wring it right off Junga's hips. It gave the father purpose beyond what he'd been, just a strong body in the night for the syndicate. Now the violence he'd laced his body with was something that Minnie wanted, too. And Junga could provide in spades. Not only the willing, squeezing sphincter and the massaging insides that followed, but Minnie was also hugging him, scratching at him to keep close. Greedy boy who couldn't let his beloved dad be. Junga reciprocated by fucking Minnie as he wanted, the kind of pace that would be punishment for any number of people who owed. But his little boy didn't suffer from it - the perverse creature that was blossoming out of his son was made to receive it. Stretched into the perfect fit, Minnie remained an ideal sheath for his father, since love and hurt was one and the same, and Junga didn't have to worry about which amount he gave of either.

Looking down and feeling the enveloping hold of his son's thin legs, Junga knew there should be some regret in him. Not only was he doing forbidden things to his own offspring, but he was also mixing up physical abuse into it. But Minnie was so depraved, taking to it so well. The older man smiled to himself, almost bitterly, at what they'd become. But that was the loveliness of it too. They had suffered because they'd stayed true to their traditional roles. If they were to be father and son, might as well be it their way. Minnie had initiated this, bouncing on his cock to wake him up to this new reality, and Junga would accept, but also teach Minnie about the tolls of being his father's fuckholes. Sorry? There was no remorse in the boy even as his body withstood the battering that may translate into carnal pleasure now, but would cost him later. His gluttonous boy, who couldn't let something pleasurable or delicious be, when he wanted it. Hadn't Minnie also gone into his life away from this house, in a similar way?

That small but dirty mouth begged, and Junga thought he should show his brat son just what it meant to ask for more from a man like himself. He fucked the shithole harder. Minnie's limbs couldn't stop him, even when they clung. The hold of Minnie's legs around him would have made the thrusts shallow, the motion of his cock shorter inside the sensitive tunnel, but the mere strength and speed of Junga's hips and the muscles of his middle to lower back and glutes, were more formidable than a beautiful weakling like Min-Su. So the older man could be the kind of beast he wanted with his little boy, vengefully abusing the loving and soon-to-be sore anus that wanted him so much. The noises that Minnie gave would have worried Junga, if he wasn't the one causing them. Perhaps he'd be okay with actually killing Minnie like this, one day, because that had become Minnie's new function, hadn't it? It was what he wanted. So the larger beast relentlessly sought out Minnie's hidden button. The moans were slutty and almost begging to stop the pain, but there were noises in Minnie's throat that let Junga know exactly what his son wanted, rather.

Minnie had no say in it. He would cum. His father punched his prostate with the fat cockhead and kept Minnie pinned there, small hands crossed above the pretty head, and Junga's large palm pressing down on the flat stomach, making it cave. Junga nodded with some fatherly judgment, and I-told-you-so ire when the petite whore gave himself over to the pleasure. Junga made sure to thrust harder at the prostate to squeeze out more seed than the orgasm was meant to, prolonging the rapture into tortuous highs. "Aaaasschhh..." he said, chastising his boy for being so greedy. But they wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't exactly what Junga wanted too. Whatever taboo there was in laying hands on your children, even when grown, lashing them with this kind of pleasure was worse. The big cock made long strokes inside the small body now, ignoring the pleasure of the host. Only Junga mattered now. He grit his teeth as he looked over the gorgeous flesh laid before him, and he looked down at how his cock, his foremost bodily pride, stabbed and retreated from Minnie's asshole, now reduced to the sum of its swollen and stretched material, valued only by which friction it could provide. Had he really turned his son into those trafficked girls, who were often referred to as the saddest creatures in the Yareli night? And still, both father and son loved this new connection.

So he did cum. Poor Minnie was begging for it, and whether Junga wanted to deal with that he'd brain and bodywashed his beloved child into this or not, he needed to take responsibility, and indeed seed the boy when he wanted it so fervently. The pulsating flood that warmed and inflated Minnie's belly made the older man growl. It was certainly threatening rather than affectionate, even if they knew the origin of it. It was impossible to resist, as Minnie's intestines milked him, and the tingles of his already active nerves expanded and intensified to let him empty an ungodly amount into his naive and beautiful son's abdomen, making him more Junga than Mina, for as long as it would soak into Minnie's dirties places. Junga persisted to thrust even after, and the excess of fluids frothed around Minnie's resilient asshole. But eventually he did have to stop, hissing at the pain in the wake of the pleasure.

He drew out and saw the pretty juices hanging off his cock, and the little cock that had completely soiled itself. He Tsk'ed and shook his head once the bulbous cockhead had popped free. "Minnie." he said, tone long. "You've made a mess again. When will you learn?" he asked but let go of Minnie's wrists to grab his jaw and shake it slowly. "Such a slob I've raised." he said and then let go. "If you're going to be a good boy, you have to clean this up." he said and took, steps back. Barring adrenaline and certain bolstering drugs, he didn't imagine Minnie could do this without great pains. And as a strict father who had always thought strife was an important part of becoming a man, he liked that. His dancing, performing, ninnie son should learn some hardship. Just because he'd been able to seduce his father, didn't mean he'd go easy on him. It only meant Minnie had to take up the role of both obedient son and hardworking wife.

He grabbed Minnie's hair and pulled him until he slid from the table and on his knees on the floor. Junga pushed his hips forward and made Minnie's skull meet them, the softening cock wiping assjuice and cum on the pretty face. He fully expected to be cleaned as he let go. He put his hands on his hips, looking around and sighing dramatically. "You will have to take care of all this, okay?" he ordered before zipping up. He would take a beer and go sit by the television, and enjoy looking over his shoulder into the kitchen at how his poor son would struggle with cleaning, after having his ass expanded and inflamed.
 
Challenging his father was like challenging a tiger. It was guaranteed to backfire, but Min-Su got exactly as he wanted even if he knew it would absolutely destroy his back later. In the best ways possible. Of course he hadn't realized just how much power his father could summon to fuck him with, but the play of muscles along his back and glutes should have told him everything. It took everything in Minnie to hold on as Junga plowed his cock into his pliant asshole like a battering ram on steroids. It was a miracle they hadn't fallen to the floor due to the table breaking under them at this point and it was sending him to the moon. It was a good thing they weren't in an apartment and that the neighbors were far enough away they wouldn't be able to hear the shouting and screaming of painful ecstasy being torn from Minnie's throat. They were wanton, slutty, encouraging and almost pleading for the end because it was too much, but so good at the same time. His ass was swallowing his father's cock like it was an Olympic sport he had been training for. The punching of his prostate gland was making his cock sob gloriously, staining his skirt and undies and his thighs, as they quivered and jumped from each stab to his g-spot. He was too weak to hold back and he accepted the ire in his father's voice as he came with a sharpness that almost blacked him out.

Minnie flopped uselessly onto the table, dazed and blissed out of his mind, even as his father continued to fuck him. He was sensitive and it was starting to hurt more than it felt good, but he was a good boy and he'd take it. After all, his body was hungry for the cream only his father could provide him. It would fill him up much more than the meager lasagna he had eaten from his father's fingertips. Junga was proving to be an excellent provider of many things and Minnie was hungry for it. He was a greedy slut and he'd own up to it easily if his father asked him to. His father finally came and filled him up, expanding his belly with just how much cum he dumped into his belly. A groan of awe and pleasure befell his lips as he stared down at his inflated stomach, like his father had just impregnated him with his rather fertile batch. He didn't stop cumming for several seconds that Minnie could feel him frothing around his rim, around his father's cock, leaking out onto the surface of the table to join the streaks of sweat his own body was leaving. All he could do was moan as Junga fucked his cum into his body, firmly implanting it into his swollen, sensitive walls until neither of them could take it anymore and his father finally pulled out with a solid pop.

Min-Su just laid there panting, loose and feeling like pudding. There was no strength in his limbs and he could barely lift his head when he heard his father's scolding voice. "Heh, you haven't punished me enough to learn from my mistake." He jested with a weak voice, a raw chuckle irritating his throat before he groaned as his face was grabbed. He allowed his face to be shaken as he stared through half-lidded moist eyes up at his father's stern face and huffed. "Mmm," he almost wanted to argue, to deny the order, because all day he had been cleaning, but the whole point of today was to make his father happy. To make him proud and to be a good boy and he'd been doing good so far. It wasn't a huge mess to clean at least. He let out a soft cry when he was grabbed his hair and yanked to the floor onto his knees, wincing as they struck the linoleum flooring and knowing bruises would be prevalent by tomorrow. But he sat on his heels regardless, hands resting upon his thighs as he accepted the cock smearing its juices all over his face before he turned his head and opened his mouth, tiredly but adamantly cleaning the fat cock with his tongue and lips. It seemed to satisfy his father enough as he was released and left to his own devices, hearing his father zip up and leave.

Min-Su winced when he tried to move, feeling the quake in his legs and the pain shooting up his spine, all while his father's cum leaked out of his asshole. He managed to crawl across the floor to find the plug he had in before and reinserted it, keeping the frothy mix stuck inside whilst he grabbed his cloth and cleaning supplies to clean up the mess they had made. It wasn't until the table and chair was sparkling clean and all the dishes and leftover was put up, that he managed to make his way to the bathroom for a bath then crawl into bed for well-deserved rest.


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A week past after his first initial day back at his father's home. Every day, Min-Su would wake up early in the morning, serve his father a blowjob in the morning followed by breakfast and maybe if he was good he would get dicked down before his father left for work. Then throughout the day, he'd fulfill his obligations as his father's new 'wife' by cleaning, cooking, running errands, all while he wore rather slutty outfits or simply too small and tight shorts and poor excuses for shirts. They seemed to have fallen into an easy routine that constantly left Minnie sore, bruised, and barely able to walk by the end of the night. But he was loving it. It kept his mind off of other things and his father was taking care of him. They were bonding through sex and while that wasn't normal by any means, it was working for them. Presently it was just a couple hours after dinner and Min-Su was up in his room sorting through his costumes and makeup after having his guts rearranged for the third time that evening, using the task to take his mind off how sore and tender his body was. His father was truly a beast and it was a miracle he was even able to keep up with him at all, but that was the fun and challenging part of it.

With his music playing loud enough to drown out any sound of what was going on beyond his room, he didn't hear the knock on the front door. His father was in the living room doing his own thing and when he went to finally answer the incessant knocking, he'd find a young man Min-Su's age standing on his front door step. Daniel Moore was only a couple inches taller than Minnie with reddish-blond hair that was medium length and wavy around his angular, high-cheek boned face. His eyes were a forest green and there was a splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He was slim, similar build to Minnie but slightly less feminine, but still soft featured and pretty. He was dressed in a simple band t-shirt and ripped jeans, black boots and a loose leather jacket. He shuffled his feet before stiffening when the door opened and he came face to face with the older man. He hadn't met Min-Su's father directly and hadn't had much interaction with him before, but he recognized him. It was easy to tell how the relation. "Hi. You must be Minnie's father? Mr. Pat." He greeted nervously as he swept his hand through his hair then held out his hand to introduce himself. "I don't know if you remember me or not, but I am...er was, Minnie's boyfriend. Daniel?" He swallowed thickly as he looked around, trying to look past the tall Asian man before him. "Erm, is Min inside? Can I talk to him? It's important." He looked riddled with guilt and sadness, there were dark circles under his eyes and he looked a bit paler than normal, like he hadn't slept much or ate much for days.
 
Minnie's asshole responded so well to him. Taking Junga's cock at all was a talent, and the two of them had a fated compatibility, for Minnie to be able to take so much pleasure from it, as well. The older man watched his son's anatomy change around him. Despite the obvious strain to the little crevice, it didn't break, didn't tear. It just maintained a forgiving but taut hug around the intruding rod. Foolishly, greedily, Min-Su made loud pleas for his father to hurry, that it may be over, but there was a delight in the little shit's voice that said he wasn't really suffering. In a way the dad was proud of him. The thrusting of course continued. Junga was an expert at it, having built the core power and the malice and know-how over many nights of hurting people. Getting to have a release for it now, over his son of all people, made his dark skill useful in a new way. Almost like the man had been trained to love his son in the right way, all those years, when he thought he was doing morally deplorable things and bringing himself further from the comparatively innocent world his son lived in.

Instead here he was, stabbing his beloved child right up into his rectum, and it was bringing them closer than ever. He groaned and felt the building pleasure, and he saw it in Minnie too. The weak little boy couldn't hold on as well as he could, and he soon saw a web of the fabric around Minnie's waist, completely ruining the skirt and panties as the son soiled himself with young, forced-out, seed. The wailing that followed and then Minnie's listlessness was Junga's confirmation that he'd taught his son a lesson. When Minnie shook and rocked without much tension to combat Junga's with, Junga had to wonder just what that lesson might be. But he wasn't about to think too much of it. Overthinking it had perhaps come between them before. All he needed to do was follow his own primal impulses, and he was sure Minnie would respond in kind. To think he had sired the very body that would be pleasing his from now on. It was almost touching, how his little boy had grown up into the very flesh and holes that Junga needed after a hard day of work.

But it had to come to an end. It was a harrowing one, storming through Junga's cock and balls and the low of his stomach and his spine. It made him furious as he continued to violated his lax son's body. But eventually he had seeded his offspring enough, taking breaths to recoup and eventually admiring the swollen belly, even as it deflated a bit at the cock leaving. There was a mess on the table when the length excused itself from its newly sacked, slick paradise. Junga sighed as he looked down at the mess and filth his son laid in. Paired with the humiliating costume and the soaking of Minnie's own sperm into it, it almost made the man want to have another go at the little whore. But, even when indulging in carnal abuse, there needed to be moderation. What was he going to do, fuck his son to death, just because his son asked him to? He had certainly gotten a better welcome home than he could remember. No. He needed to be the adult here, and there'd been a time for dress-up and assfucking, and now they needed to get on with their evening. Minnie also needed to show responsibility. And if his father's cock was the reward he needed for that, then it was Junga's task not to overfeed him. Though, he didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself to that, since he was fast becoming addicted to his son's offerings, as well.

A bit of anger flared when Minnie talked back, but the boy still ended up on his knees and licking and suckling his anal juices from his father's cock. Junga didn't want to be aroused by it, but it took some time for Minnie to be done cleaning since it took some time for the man to tell his cock to go down. He was proud over Minnie, all and all. He was learning structure and to listen to his father, finally. Should Junga be angry that it had to take his cock for that to happen? It was difficult to be anything but satisfied, after, and he now trusted his son not to be distracted by anything else, while he left him to clean the kitchen. He liked watching Minnie now and then, while having his beer, and a sadistic but approving grin came over his face. He stayed up a bit later, but still went to bed to hug his son, and kiss him, once the night grew old. He made sure the little, adorable human was completely undressed but for his plug, and held the bundle much like he used to, though it was obviously a different scene all together. When Minnie woke up, it would be with his fathers hand nestled between his thighs, cradling his small cock lovingly. And with his father's nightly emissions splattered and dried upon his spine, since the responsible dad of course played the role of big spoon.

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After having enjoyed what could be called marital bliss with his son, Junga had more energy at work. It would be unnerving to some of the people who had to suffer his strongarming, but he was certainly more prolific in his performance. Despite using up more energy, he had more to spare. And with it came pride and confidence. He was riding one of those highs after having fucked Minnie, both of them with a belly full of rice and meat, when a knock came on the door. For some reason he had expected Minnie to get it, but realized it was better if he did, given the kind of men that he associated with and may be calling. And who else knew Minnie lived here now?

With some irritation, the intimidating male opened the door. His taut mouth melted a bit at the pretty thing there. The obviously heartborken Daniel struck an adorable punky picture. And the father's protective parts as well as his perverted ones were engaged immediately. He leaned on the doorframe as though to shield the house from Daniel's longing gaze. Those freckles were something. He was towering over the brat built just barely taller than his son. No wonder Minnie had been dying for a good fucking. Those hips wouldn't be good for much, and he doubted by the look of those jeans that Daniel could be packing anything worth while.

"Come inside." he said, though he didn't answer whether Min-Su was here or not. He knew Minnie wouldn't answer or hear anything. His loud music was a habit that had been annoying as he grew up, but now he had certainly deserved it. Junga walked Daniel inside, to the livingroom, which featured the big television - usually Junga's only company, before Minnie moved back - a big couch and one armchair given to him by someone in deep debt, and a couch table. There was a picture of Mina and Minnie respectively on either side of the TV. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to look Daniel over. He had already decided what he was going to do with this young man.

"So, you're the one who's been treating my son poorly?" he asked with a steady voice. "Why are you here?" He knew that people in stressful interrogations sometimes took solace in more open questions, making them spill their guts, especially when there was violence in the mix. Wasn't Junga just doing his time honored role of vetting his son's suitors? Only, there was no way Daniel would make the cut, especially the way the older male was planning to test him. If Daniel was used to fucking Minnie, then he should be rather poorly prepared for what was to come. Junga already didn't like Daniel for having stolen his son once, and this was a good opportunity to get even, or worse. It was hard getting over how cute the male was, and Junga knew he wouldn't let him leave until he'd made Daniel pay.

He just needed to decide how to start. It would be up to Daniel, really, how easy this would go. People who owed Junga usually paid, whether willingly, or crying. It might be obvious already to Daniel, the way the bigger man was looking at him. "Why should I let you see my son?" he asked, and Daniel would get the uncomfortable sense that he already knew exactly what it might take for this man to be more cooperative.
 
It had taken Daniel some time to figure out where Min-Su would have gone after departing their apartment that night and even more time to remember where his childhood home was. His boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had spoken of his childhood plenty but they had never come out here to visit his father together before. At the time, Daniel had been curious but also understanding of his boyfriend's trauma and hadn't wanted to push him to confront his past or his father, who he had felt didn't give him the support he craved. It seemed pointless then, but at least he was able to remember the details of the neighborhood and brief description Minnie had given him in order to find the home. Plus Min-Su's car in the driveway at least told him that he had gotten the right place, but whether the other was actually home or not was still left to be figured out. When the door opened, he had been hoping it would be Min-Su himself, but instead he came face to face with a man who shared a lot of Min-Su's features, but was much older and bigger. The father. It was easy to see now how Min-Su could be so intimidated by his father and so uncertain around him because a lot of men that looked like Junga would not want a girly 'sissy' of a son.

Daniel introduced himself regardless and asked about Minnie, hoping that the older Pat would let him speak with his son like adults and figure out their personal issues without causing trouble. He frowned when the man didn't directly answer of his inquiries and instead just invited him inside. An alarm was going off in his head, but he ignored it because he hoped that if he was being invited inside, it meant Minnie was home and was perhaps getting his father to figure out his deal first before coming to talk to him himself. "T-thanks," he swallowed nervously as he looked around the initial area with no sign of Min-Su. He could distantly hear some familiar music, but he was being led into the living room by his ex's father and he could feel that if he tried to explore the house by himself in search of the man's son, he might get in a lick of trouble. So he just followed and stood awkwardly a few feet from the older man and felt his throat tighten at the sight of the older Pat crossing his arms over his chest, a quite intimidating look if he said so.

Daniel's heart immediately dropped at Junga's inquiry, eyes widening in shock at the accusation. His jaw even dropped open, stunned for a second before he quickly began stammering to defend himself. "I-I wouldn't say I was that awful. I mean all I did was break up with him. I never laid my hands on him, or anything like that. Has he said I've been treating him poorly?" He hadn't thought their relationship had been that bad, that he had been mean to Min-Su in any way that would be considered abusive or 'poor'. They had their fights and maybe some names had been called on both ends, but Daniel didn't feel like that said he was this god awful boyfriend like Junga was making him seem. Or rather Min-Su. The idea that Minnie may have declared these things to his father hurt, but he wanted to clear up any misunderstandings. "I-I just wanted to talk to him. To apologize for hurting him like I did. That I....regret breaking it off with him." He admitted as his cheeks heated up and his eyes wavered a bit as he shuffled his feet.

Daniel swallowed and licked his dry lips, feeling nervous and anxious standing there trying to explain himself to the older man. The aura he was getting from Junga wasn't pleasant, made him feel like he was walking on eggshells and like he was in danger. When he looked up and saw the way the man was eyeing him made him stiffen and send a shiver of fear down his spine. He was being eyed like prey, like the man was stripping him down with his eyes and for what? He didn't know if he liked that look in the man's eyes as he asked him why he should let him see Min-Su. Daniel almost stove up, almost lost his voice for a second, the man was that intimidating. He could only imagine how Minnie must have felt growing up under this kind of pressure, even if the man loved his son in his own way. His voice got choked up in his throat briefly before he wrapped his arms around himself almost defensively and tried to appear small. Like he was unappealing to the predator in the room. "Well, I think we are both adults and deserve to, uh, have a chance to talk things out. He didn't really give me much of a chance to explain myself that night or before he stormed out of the apartment and I feel I deserve to at least get that chance. I-I just wanna see if he can forgive me. Maybe give me another chance....I know I broke his heart and he, and you, have every right to be mad at me, but c'mon, everyone deserves a second chance right?" He rambled on to the point he began waving his arms about expressively, staring up at Junga with pleading eyes and completely trying to ignore the suggestive look in the older man's gaze.
 
It was hard to believe this meager excuse for a man had so much sway over Minnie's life. Junga hadn't mixed very much with Min-Su's lifestyle or love life up until now. He understood the shame Minnie had, but Junga had always thought Minnie's absence was worse than anyone he might be spending it with. Their relationship, and its friction, was based off Junga being too foreign to the kindness he tried to extend to his son, rather than cruelty for Minnie's choices. That said, Junga and his son did have their spats, once in a while. Had this little whelp been there to pick up the pieces? Perhaps a bit more formidable than Min-Su, Daniel did not cut a very imposing figure. And the way his posture changed when he followed the owner of this home said he knew it, too. It was tense meeting the parent of any ex lover, but someone who acted and looked like Hoyoung Pat was a step above the usual possessive dad. He knew exactly what to do with weak willed boys like Daniel. And he was used to people wanting to appease him because of the damage he could do, so he had no trouble leading the youth further into his home. In a way, Daniel did owe him.

The way Daniel came apart at the slightest prodding was both pathetic and convincing. Maybe something inside the father was happy his son had someone who cared for him, even if it didn't work out. But Daniel's services were no longer needed. He had played out his part. Junga could find other uses for him though, now that Minnie had moved on and there were no chances of hurting him, even when hurting Daniel. This visiting brat had gotten to have Min-Su in ways that Junga didn't like, no matter how many happy moments it might have led to for the father and son. Since Junga had now invested more parts of himself into his son other than his heart, he would have to shun others who'd done the same. It was clear now he would have no trouble with Daniel, who'd been part in sending Minnie sad and lonely back to this house, into his father's bed. Looking at the slight build of this 'monster', Junga quite liked his chances. And he saw in the wilting of the young man that he felt exactly the opposite about Junga.

There was enough truth coming out from that frightened face that Junga should have recorded it for his son. But he knew that Minnie was over this person. They didn't have the connection. "He wasn't very happy." Junga said, honestly. Minnie hadn't been the kind of heartbroken that would have gone back to Daniel, surely. But Daniel, like any idiot, hadn't known a good thing when he had it. Junga knew he was looking for things to dislike about this person, so it wasn't hard to twist his words into just that. In the end it didn't matter. Without any real muscle to back him, the red-blonde here didn't stand a chance if the beast who's burrow he'd walked into decided he wanted revenge, both for himself and for his son. It probably said a lot that Min-Su didn't talk about Daniel at all. He stepped a little closer, as though Daniel needed a reminder of their height difference. He could break this one, and it would only take a few second longer than it would have, if he decided to do it to Minnie. This was going to be an even better night that it had been so far.

It was an adorable waning. Junga wasn't moved the way Daniel might want from those tears and that humiliated blush. He remained quietly gruff at best, and threatening the rest of the time. It depended on how confident Daniel was of himself, but it wouldn't help him, in the end. Daniel was, admittedly, a beautiful boy, and while he looked marginally more sturdy than Minnie, Junga couldn't help but wonder if trying to hold up would actually make him break harder. Junga absolutely meant to test himself against Daniel, though it wouldn't really be a fair competition. He'd already won Minnie. Maybe he was just going through the motions of rivalry because he wanted a good reason to rail this kid. And Daniel wasn't exactly making it hard. He was honestly just missing Minnie. Junga could relate but he couldn't sympathize. If anything, Junga thought Daniel should have fucked better if he wanted to keep someone like Min-Su. While the father knew there was honesty in his son's current love, he knew he would have had more competition from Daniel if he'd been able to satisfy Minnie better. That both amused the father and made him irritated at the same time, since it brought to light the sexual history Daniel did have with Minnie.

As more words came out of the obviously scared waif, Junga shifted on his feet. A bit like he was impatient, but also like he was revving up to do something violent. It would surely horrify the poor little shirt. Junga let it go on for a little longer, arms crossed over his tanktop, that let Daniel see the tattoos and veins bulging under his skin. Junga wasn't a gymgoer, but his limbs were thick from hard work and perhaps a natural inclination. His comfortable, roomy jeans let him move well, but didn't hide the-- physical condition that rendered him a good father and-- mate to his son.

He suddenly reached out, to finally shut Daniel up. That pretty hair was soft. He all but lifted the small body off the ground by it. "You're here, admitting that you hurt my son, why should I even let you lick the floor under his feet?" he asked with clenched teeth. He was overdoing it a bit, but there was also other intensity that fueled his big motions. He shoved Daniel back, and planned it so he'd fall backward over the corner of the table, and into the space between the armchair and the table. Junga had been missing getting to act out his worse impulses in this house. He loved Minnie too much to be anything but a stern father during their intimacy, but there were parts of Junga that wanted to destroy someone, to make them wail. Maybe Daniel could finally do some good, regarding that.

Junga was on the guest rather quickly, and shoved Daniel's face into the seat of the armchair, which left his knees on the floor. "Maybe I need to test you before you get to see him." he said dryly before pushing at the waist of the back of Daniel's jeans. These boys had such pretty, lithe skeletons under their thin skin. Junga knew exactly how to shove to break both the zipper and the button that held the pants together, and when he also hooked his thumb into Daniel's underwear, the result was inevitable; his ass exposed and his jeans torn down to the back of his knees. It was easy to place his hand between Daniel's shoulderblades and keep him in place, while Junga's other hand cupped Daniel's package to examine him. "Oh, this won't do, Daniel." he said and shook his head, bent over the young visitor to his house, in full control. "Do you really think I would let you see my son with that measly pecker between your legs?" he asked, voice low thunder. He supposed how Daniel reacted would show how serious he was about seeing Minnie. Not that it mattered. Junga had already decided he needed to try out the lad, and had a good eyefull now.
 
Daniel hadn’t known what kind of lion’s den he had just walked into until he felt the air in the room shift and Min-Su’s father began to stalk towards him. It wasn’t unreasonable for the parent of a partner that had just had their heart broken by their boyfriend/girlfriend to be upset with said partner, but this feeling he was getting from Hoyoung was entirely different from that kind of righteous anger. It was a more sinister, threatening aura than Daniel was used to and even when he went on to try and explain what he was doing here and what he was trying to do didn’t seem to appease the man. He hadn’t thought it’d be easy to get to Minnie and talk to him, but he hadn’t thought he’d have to go through this sort of obstacle, least of all with the man who had never seemed too interested in his son’s life. Had something happened to have changed that view? Then again he never fully got Minnie’s relationship with his father because in one breath his ex-boyfriend was angry and seemed almost resentful of the man who kept him at arms length and didn’t seem to accept his lifestyle and choices, but then in another breath praised his father as the only family who cared for him to a certain degree. It hurt that he wasn’t the person Min-Su had run to, but he could only blame himself for that.

Daniel felt his heart jump into his throat at Junga’s approach, the realization of their difference in height quite clear the closer they came. Heck the muscle difference was even more apparent and he felt himself gulp in fear as he took a couple steps back, hoping to put some distance in between them. Surely this man wouldn’t beat his ass just for breaking up with his son? The offense could have been far worse! Daniel began to sweat as he tried to plead his case, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was like the man had already made up his mind, and more than that, there was a gleam in his predatory gaze that just screamed DANGER in Dan’s mind. Like he needed to run and never look back, but he was getting cornered and he realized his feet weren’t working in unison with his brain anymore.

He couldn’t focus on one thing over the other, eyes flittering skittishly, especially when they dropped subconsciously and noticed the rather large bulge in the man’s jeans. His heart sank even further then and tears slipped anew as the reason his subconscious was so afraid came to light. It couldn’t be true, there was no way Min-Su’s father could be thinking what Daniel was thinking he was. Babbling words escaped his quivering mouth and he almost shrieked when Junga seemed to have had enough and reached for him. Before he could jolt away, he felt his hair being weaved into a strong grip that yanked him nearly off of his feet. He flailed and tried to claw at the hand to loosen it as he stared with horror up at the menacing face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I get it, I shouldn’t be here, I’m sorry!” Daniel sobbed before he shrieked as he was so easily tossed backwards, colliding with the corner of the table and falling between it and the chair. He whimpered at the pain radiating up his side from the hit and he tried to roll himself onto his knees to get back onto his feet, but the brief moment of him crumpled in pain was enough for Min-Su’s father to approach him again. He cried out and flinched away, but the man was quick and far stronger than him, manipulating him until his face was pressed into the arm rest of the chair and he was on his knees. He began to almost hyperventilate as he tried to shake his head and plead his way out of this. “N-no, you don’t have to do that. I’ll just leave…I swear! Please…please,” he sobbed as he felt his jeans being tugged down from his waist, the zipper straining and snapping until the tough fabric was forced down to his knees and left him exposed to the other man’s gaze.

Daniel began trembling, hands sliding against the armrest and gripping, trying to push off but the hand was solid between his shoulderblades in keeping him in place. His eyes shot wide as he felt a large hand sliding between his thighs and grasping his junk. It was below average, certainly far from anything impressive and just barely enough to get either him and Minnie off during their sexual flings. Min-Su had never complained to him about it though, but his father was making him feel inadequate, shamed, and afraid with how he touched him. His lips quivered as he looked back at Junga the best he could, wondering if there was any soul in him that would feel any sort of guilt and shame over his actions as he whimpered. “He never complained about it. Said size didn’t matter. Please, just let me go. I’ll forget everything if you just let me leave.” He begged, but he could see by the dark determination and twisted glee in the older man’s eyes that he wasn’t getting out of this. His heart pounded with ferocity that it rang in his ears and he felt his guts twist in fear as he writhed against the chair he was pinned to and raised his voice in a scream. “HELP! MIN-SU!!” Perhaps his ex would hear him and come rushing down, see what his father was doing and planning on doing to him, and stop him. It was his only hope.
 
The pretty thing that had been involved with Minnie had some good instincts in him. But people didn't listen to those, anymore, not when they were put up against other social norms. It'd be strange for Daniel to back out now, even when he was obviously picking up on what Junga was planning. People would waste their last chances at escape just to be polite, and to not be thought of as weird. When all they should do is run at the first sign of something other, especially in an isolated place like this. Junga had walked into enough ambushes to know when to simply call it a day. Deals had to happen in shady places, but there was a difference between privacy and an actual kill box. Daniel was too distracted with his own heartbreak, to think that everything else in his body could be broken too, especially by someone like Junga. The fear in the boy as Junga looked down on him was reasonable, but Daniel wouldn't listen to it. Junga had the benefit of being the guarding of the very person Daniel wanted to talk to. Junga wouldn't let Minnie go, but he could have just sent this gent on his way. It was mostly for the father's own pleasures that he now engaged and stayed with Daniel.

But even this naive pup eventually got it. Junga's cock would do that to most people. But the skeletal beauty didn't stand a chance at getting away. His intention to do so, and his twist to try, only made the beast inside the syndicate enforcer rage within her durable body. Of course he'd stop Daniel. Anyone who ran with that look in their eyes would suffer Junga's focus. He reacted and in that blink of an eye the boy was caught. It was good that Daniel had grown his hair a bit long. Junga was grateful for the perfect handle and also liked the noises the boy made. It was difficult to cause Min-Su any distress he didn't like these days, and Junga missed getting to hurt something. Daniel had come at the right time, and Junga liked the way this boy looked, too. A bit more robust than his son, but not by much. Maybe he'd be better sport on account of just being more flesh, though he was still a petite build. Suppose their shapes kind of fit, him and Minnie. It would be just like his son to fall for someone because they reminded a bit of him, or completed him physically.

Whatever wisdom Daniel finally came upon didn't help him. He was still tossed like a glove and landed less elegant. Junga knew the disorientation and the tight space he'd fallen in would give Junga enough time to catch up. Daniel panicked, and that made him the easiest target. The boy's feral fear only made Junga harder as he manhandled him into place and ruined his jeans. The result was that pretty ass, ready to take the brunt of Junga's frustrations, and that inferior package swinging between those thin thighs. It was really good to hear the boy's begging and apologies throughout. It had been a while since someone that pretty had been so afraid of him. It made his cock painfully hard in his own jeans. He had to be content with rubbing Daniel's genitals for now. They were adorable, and he squeezed them firmly, cock and balls and all, with his closing hand. He frowned when Daniel's pleas became a scream. He then crushed Daniel's junk in the grip he had. Daniel would learn what an enforcer could do with just the strength in his finger.

"Shut the fuck up." he muttered and let the hand on Daniel's back slide up to his head, holding his hair again and twisting it so he had to turn, placing his cheek on her armrest. This way Daniel could look to the side and see the when Junga stood there, having abandoned Daniel's cock and sack to pull out his own. This close, Daniel had a front row view of what monstrosity had been plowing into his little ex. Fully erect, Junga wouldn't lose to anyone, and seeing his cock without the build-up, could be a trauma on its own. "You're too loud." he said and then stuck the fingers of his free hand into the side of Daniel's face to make him part his teeth in there, thereby opening his mouth. With the head already pinned to the arm rest, Junga could then just forcefeed Daniel his cock. He clogged up that scream easily, and from this angle, he couldn't even insert himself all the way down Daniel's throat. He just fucked the head as far as he could, before he tired of the shallow depth and simply corrected Daniel by his hair, to sit on his knees properly on the floor, away from the chair, so Junga could thread his skull over his cock, and force the long object down Daniel's gullet. It would taste of Minnie's ass and saliva.

He slapped both hands onto either side of Daniel's face, to see the boy between his palms as he facefacked him. "You're in my house. You're not going to scream without my permission." he said as the boy's features blurred from the sudden, harrowing fucking. It went on longer than it should, enough that not just the humiliation, but the actual physical strain of every involved part of Daniel would be at a breaking point; his neck, his jawmuscles, his throat. And then Junga simply tossed the visiting pretty onto the floor, still towering over the sputtering weakling with that behemoth cock waiting to do so more. "Do you understand, Daniel?" he asked calmly, but no less threateningly, as globs of Daniel's own bile and whipped-up saliva poured off his dick. Daniel could venture on mercy once again, or even alerting someone, but his voicebox might not be in shape for it, and it was obvious Junga could get to him before anyone else could even think to. Junga had contingencies for that. A good kick to the gut could shut anyone up. But maybe Daniel had learned, and wouldn't do anything foolish, in which case he would be rewarded with an order to take off his clothes, but end up with only his jacket and boots still on. Maybe Junga had a taste for costumes now that Minnie liked to play with them, or maybe this had always been his proclivity; making pretty things stay half-dressed to retain their personality, as he fucked them raw.
 
Daniel was quickly regretting coming out the old Pat house. Had he had foresight to what horror would await him should he interrupt their peace, he would have avoided it like the plague and instead chose to approach Min-Su in public if their paths ever crossed. Alas he didn't have the power to see into the future nor could he have anticipated what kind of monster his ex's father truly was. Min-Su may have some unkind words about the man before, but he never acted or accused his father of predatory behavior like this. He would have been okay with just confrontation from an angry father over his son's heart being broken and maybe some verbal insults, but having the tall, muscular man stalking him after throwing him down between the chairs with very little room to run was one of the most horrifying sights Daniel had ever seen. He didn't have time to even right himself and get away and was succumbed to being pinned against the chair and his jeans and boxers roughly torn down and his genitals being manhandled. He tried to shrink away from the exploratory touch, the touches sparking heat to build in his groins and even stirring his small cock awake against his will, and just the idea of what he knew could and would come made him scream, hoping to alert Minnie or even neighbors to his plight and come save him from what was about to happen.

His screaming turned to painful yelping and whimpering when Junga's hand crushed around his cock and balls, making him squirm and try to pull away from the invasive hold that was excruciating. It made his stomach lurch, but he didn't stop yelling through the pain until his hair was grabbed harder and his cheek was smashed against the chair armrest. Daniel's eyes widened in almost comical horror upon witnessing his ex's father whipping his cock out. It was like all of his blood fled his body immediately as he paled at the sight of it. It wasn't just long, but massively thick. Impossibly big and he tried to scream louder in response, knowing what the older man had planned, but fingers pressed against his cheeks and pried his jaws apart. Whimpers were stifled as the beast of a cock was shoved into his unwilling maw, making him writhe in pain as the girth of it stretched his lips and jaw and pounded into his mouth as deep as it could go in this position. The taste of his cock was rubbed into his tongue, making him gag, as he cried fresh tears.

Daniel struggled but ultimately had no power to stop himself from being manipulated onto his knees, feeling large hands cup both sides of his face to keep his head in place and all he could do was watch in horror as Junga began fucking his mouth with abandon. His cock was pushing further now, sinking into his esophagus and triggering his gag reflex, making bile rise up in his stomach every time he battered the back of his throat. Saliva frothed around his taut, stretched lips as his eyes rolled in pain. His hands weakly tried to push at the older man's thighs, to push him away, but it was useless as his mouth was used as an easy fuck hole for the man. It felt like his jaw was on the verge of breaking with how intensely he fucked his throat and his lungs were burning from the lack of proper oxygen, even if he tried to inhale through his nose. But all he could smell was sweat and musk, making his stomach flip more. There was only a brief reprieve when Junga tossed him down to the floor again, making him wheeze and gag, throwing up bile and spit that burned his throat. His jaw ached along with his throat and he stared up through bleary eyes with fear and apprehension at the threatening figure above him.

He tried to swallow but it felt like swallowing razor blades and even when he tried to recall his voice and yell, it was strained and weak. It earned him a kick to the gut that crippled him to the floor, wheezing and spitting up some more before he quickly bobbed his head in defeat. "I-I do. I got it. Please," he begged weakly as he sniffled, face flushed and wet with tears, spit, and snot as he cringed at the order. Shoulders hunched, he managed to get himself back up on his knees and shakily strip until he was only wearing his jacket and boots per Junga's order. He bowed his head in shame, staring down the floor and spotting his half-hard cock between his thighs. He burned with embarrassment and horror at his own body's betrayal as he knelt before the monster before him, still trying to swallow and ease the ache in his throat. His hands balled into fists and shook against the top of his thighs as he tensed up, unable to stop himself from asking, "What's next?" Just knowing whatever came next was going to be even worse than the forced blowjob.
 
Suppose the new boy looked a bit tougher than Minnie, but it was by a hair. It was a joy putting him down, both his spirit and on the floor where he belonged. Junga felt the lightness in the body that he tossed, and was over it too quickly for it to escape even when they didn't have direct contact. The father was proud to have subdued him without much trouble. Maybe he should teach Minnie never to be this naive. Pretty things suffered in the Yareli night. And Daniel couldn't do anything about it. While Junga would have hated for this to happen to his son by any other hands than his own, he enjoyed watching it befall the ex boyfriend. He dominated the thin body, and could easily fondle those balls and that dick. Daniel was miserable when his body reacted beyond what he wanted, the little twig soon hard for the ministrations of the monster who's lair the boy had walked into, looking for a familiar love. Even someone with a softer background would have been weary of letting someone who'd broken their son's heart into their house. Maybe things usually worked out for Daniel? Maybe he'd learned that was about to change now.

There certainly was a sobering of those features, when Junga mangled his dick and sack, and even more so when Junga took his cock out. The veiny flesh got even harder when Daniel almost had a panic attack at seeing the hard object. Just the sight of it almost broke the weakling's mind. He certainly couldn't take what he dished out, since Junga had no doubt Daniel was the one who had to fuck Minnie in their relationship. Maybe if Daniel had concentrated more on being a generous receiver, he would have been better equipped for this. But the horrified yelling was cut short, before it could even start, by the very object that cause the fear. Junga grunted proudly as he sheathed his cock into Daniel's mouth. He could not take the obese thing, and definitely paled in comparison to Min-Su, who had a smaller stature. Still, the absolute appalment from the boy who now had to suffer oral stretching, made for good sport. Junga was just grilling his son's suitor. Wasn't that a time-honored task of a father? If Daniel couldn't even suck a cock right, he had no place in this family.

He had better access once he got the skull in the right angle. Junga continued to bully the visitor and the very depth of his throat once that tunnel popped to let more of his cock in. Daniel suffered immensely, but he hadn't brought a gift to this visit, so he should blame himself when Junga had to make one up. The acid from Daniel's stomach burned Junga's surging cockhead, but he had long since learned to enjoy that little pain. He still bulged Daniel's neck by fervently hammering down into his gullet. It made Daniel fiercely red, and he looked as though he might succumb down there, where he had to eat and regurgitate the cock, with little regard to his lungs. Junga's rod tingled with excitement once he threw the boy down again. The enforcer panted, looking down. He was just getting started. There wouldn't be much left of Daniel once he was done. Junga usually had no emotional connection between himself and the people he had to hurt. What little he did have with Daniel would not work to the pretty boy's advantage. If Junga wanted to, he could even see him as a rival. That may spell the end of this blush-haired guest. But Junga had a hard time seeing Daniel as anything formidable.

The monstrous cock stayed absolutely rigid when the boy obeyed. Junga's chest still revved with some hunger, even as Daniel did as he was told. Junga liked how polite this little shit could be, now that he had his upper digestive system all but turned inside out. There was precum flowing freely, evenly dripping to the floor after it had smeared down Junga's length, and coated his balls. At least Daniel's submission had an effect. He grinned at the bowing. "Now that's how you treat your elders." he said, not turning a blind eye to the engaged cock. Junga had taken the opportunity too, and getting himself fully nude. His form was hulking compared to the lithe boy. He squatted down at Danile's question, reaching out to tug slightly at the hardening little peen. "What's next?" he asked. He pinched the cockhead of the bowing and kneeling boy. It would seem Daniel was inviting more. "You've taken to being a bitch rather quickly." he said. "Maybe you wanted this all along and Minnie couldn't give it to you."

And what a good thing it was, then, that Minnie's father could.

"What do you think comes next?" he asked as he flicked the smaller cock with a harsh flight of his finger after having left it bleeding from crescent scratches where his nails had dug in. He sat himself on the armchair, which faced the television, and thereby had free space in front of it. "What do you want to come next?" With the dangerous, nude, violent male there, seated, powerful cock protruding from his hips, it was pretty damn clear what should come after. He was willing to bet Daniel wasn't as apt at riding as Minnie. But he'd get to have a go. And if Daniel convinced himself he wasn't the type of guy who willingly sat in the lap of someone who'd just skullfucked him, and tried to run, Junga would trip him with his long leg, and then assault him, fucking him flat to the floor by lancing his insides with the already bile-slick cock. It would be a turning point for Daniel. Either way, Junga would get his pound of flesh, and his fun for the evening. He wasn't sure which one he'd choose, only that the morsel before him looked pretty good in just the jacket and boots, and like he was made for fucking, whether willingly or because he was made into just a portion of fuckmeat.
 
Daniel should have turned away when Junga hadn’t said if Minnie was available to talk at that very moment. He should have turned tail and ran the moment he stepped inside and sensed a trap. Regret was a funny thing and now he was drowning in it just as much as he was drowning on his ex’s father’s cock ramming its way down his throat. His bile rising up in his esophagus didn’t seem to affect the older man none, instead he seemed to revel in it, while the redhead felt himself suffocating on it. His throat burned from both the abuse and the stomach acid rose within his esophagus, causing tears to fill up his eyes and overflow down his cheeks. He felt like this was how he died and that was a horrifying thought as he knelt there unable to do much but take the abuse. Firm hands had too strong a grip on his head and he feared the man would break his neck if he tried to even pry himself off the cock, either with the monstrous flesh gouging out his throat or by the very same hands gripping his head.


Daniel’s eyes rolled in pain and suffering, gurgling on the cock and feeling like any minute his jaw would just snap. But then the cock was leaving his mouth and he was being tossed back down to the floor where he was able to vomit up a pile of phlegm, bile, and pre next to him. He wheezed and whimpered from the abuse, vocals raw and weak, leaving him unable to scream anymore. It seemed it was useless because there didn’t seem anyone close enough to hear them. No one would be coming to his aid and he stared up at Junga with a renewed look of fear at the next command. His body shook but there was no escape and so his fingers shakily stripped himself out of his clothes, leaving his jacket and boots on.


Shame and fear riddled his posture as he bowed his head to the older man, asking what came next, even though he was not stupid enough to not know what. But it seemed Junga had a clear plan in mind and he figured if he assumed one thing and did another, he might earn punishment. All he could think about was how he was going to get out of this, if there was a way to avoid being raped. His ass clenched at just the idea of that massive cock inside of him. Min-Su had only topped him a few times, but he was small and it hadn’t been painful. Just the fact that his mouth felt broken after the forced blowjob was enough to know that his ass would not survive it. He immediately regretted speaking when Junga crouched down before him, causing him to flinch backwards but not far enough.


A cry of pain sprung from his lips when the older man gave a rough tug on his cock then pinched the head so roughly he knew blood was being drawn. He bent inwards in pain as if trying to use his body as protection, but it was useless as he whimpered and looked at the monster before him. “Not like this.” He murmured honestly, struck with overwhelming realization and sadness at his own pathetic thoughts. It was a bit of why he had broken up with Min-Su, it was because he thought he wanted to try something different, find someone who was a little more tough and masculine, but now he was regretting those feelings completely. It had led him into this hell hole.


“.....” Daniel didn’t respond, just watched in sinking horror as Junga moved to strip and sit down upon the couch facing the television. Even nude and relaxed, he was an imposing, threatening figure with his large cock protruding up between his thighs. He knew immediately what was expected of him, but Daniel couldn’t help but look towards the open floor and the doorway just a few feet away. Even though he was mostly nude, he wouldn’t care if he was spotted as long as he got away from this monster. He’d call the cops, he’d get this bastard locked away, and hope that Min-Su would understand because he surely didn’t know what kind of monster his father truly was. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he slowly moved to his feet and stiffly acted like he was approaching the older Pat. But then made a sudden turn to start running towards the front door, eyes wide with panic and hope that he was quick enough.


Alas a foot suddenly swept out before him, before he could even see and react accordingly, and he stumbled forward. He crashed into the rug, palms burning after trying to catch himself. Even his chin bounced off the floor, rattling his teeth and making him cry out in shock and pain. Before he could even scramble to straighten himself, he saw the dark looming shadow over him and felt immediate weight on his back. Even worse he felt the cock he feared the most pushing between his cheeks, against the small hole nestled between. Everything happened so quick, in such a split second, and Daniel screamed his lungs out when the cock pierced his body without preamble. His spit and the man’s pre was the only source of lubricant for the cock pounding into his ass, but it wasn’t enough to alleviate any of the pain as his intestines were roughly stretched and too quickly. He knew he tore and he screamed again, kicking his legs weakly as he clawed at the rug trying to get away. “Please please, stop! Stop! You’re going to kill me. It hurts!” He screamed, eyes wide and red-rimmed filled with panic and agony as he tried to get away from the excruciating pain.


It was at this time, Min-Su was walking down the stairs. He had started to hear some strange noises over his music and had finally decided he needed to investigate. No doubt his father was probably just watching some kind of horror movie, but he figured he needed the break anyway. Stretching his arms above his head, he yawned aloud as he came downstairs, the stretch drawing his small shirt up his torso further, showing off his sculpted abdomen and slightly bruised hips. He began to call to his father when he stopped at the base of the stairs and saw what was happening in the living room. His blue eyes widened in shock at the sight of his father raping Daniel on the floor, slowly blinking as he tried to take in the sight before him. What was his ex-boyfriend doing here and why was his father fucking him?


“Appa?” Minnie questioned as he slowly stepped forward, head cocked to the side as he watched Daniel lift his head at the sound of his voice.

“Minnie! Min, please! Help me, stop him! He’s hurting me!” Daniel pleaded, hope in his eyes that he finally had a savior.

Min-Su quirked a brow then hummed as he crouched down, crossing his arms over his knees as he watched. “Hm, just like you hurt me?”

Daniel's expression changed from strained to confused to strained again as he shook his head. “It’s not the same! He’s raping me, Minnie! He’s a monster! He needs to….”

“Needs to what? Isn’t this what you wanted? A real man? Look at your cock, it’s pretty hard for him ‘raping’ you.” Min-Su taunted, his eyes darkening with twisted mirth and a spark of arousal as he felt his cock swelling in his too tight shorts. “Why are you even here in the first place?” He clicked his tongue as he straightened up, walking towards his father, sliding his hands up his torso and back as he leaned against his side. “You’re just punishing him for me, aren’t you appa?” He purred as he gazed down, getting a good view of his father’s fat cock slamming in and out of his ex’s asshole, stretching the rim wider than Daniel was accustomed to and almost dragging his guts out with his shaft. “Mm, so this is what it looks like!” He giggled in awe and desire as he licked his lips and smirked down at Daniel’s pathetic struggling. He watched his ex sob and pound his fists against the floor, trying to get away but ultimately too weak and too attached to the cock rearranging his guts. “Sick, you’re both sick!” Daniel hissed out before a particularly painful thrust almost gutted him and made him slam his forehead to the floor.
 
There was suffering in Daniel. He was struggling to his utmost to take what was being pushed upon him, which was Junga's infamous cock down his throat. The cartilage rings felt good, straining, and the fluids pushing against the cockhead were familiar. But Junga made sure to plug that tunnel well. All it'd do was give him some extra sensation. He fucked that wealth of goop back down the boy's stomach. He could expel it on his own time. For now, Junga owned him. But there was obedience in Daniel too. His meek nature might have mirrored Minnie's, only Junga didn't care for this pretty young thing. So he had no trouble destroying him. Junga had broken enough beauties in his work that Daniel was no trouble or consequence at all. He violently throat fucked the pink haired guest and rammed his throat all the way down, popping several natural barriers to give Daniel an introduction to what awaited him, and still there were a couple of inches left alone. When he pulled back and discarded Daniel's head finally, Junga's cock twitched to see the smaller body puke up the natural juices they'd both contributed to. To think this person had just now been at the door, completely civil, and heartbroken. Now he wasn't even allowed to be human anymore.

The innate obedience continued when Daniel knelt there. He'd been taught his lesson, and his breaths told of an inability to call for help. It was one of Junga's favorite tricks. He waited with impatience to see the new attire on the boy. The cock spit up another helping of pree at the finished product. "Slut." he muttered, but appreciated the new look, of being dressed but still rather exposed. It was a mockery of the outfit Daniel had entered with, but Junga liked the whorish flare. It made Daniel's important features more pronounced, which were his ass and little peen. Ominous, he loomed as Daniel bowed. So this was the bitch that had presumed to dominate his son? He even lacked the conviction of his submission when Junga leaned down. Yeah, Daniel had some potential, but he wasn't a talent. Minnie might not be either, if it wasn't for the fact that Junga was gentler with him. Maybe their generation was weaker. They couldn't even be good enough harlots. Oh, well. Junga wouldn't mind teaching them, as long as he got what he wanted out of it. He had already started with Daniel, and he woulnd't stop until cumming at least once. And not before making Daniel pay dearly for it.

The tissue of Daniel's genitals were soft, and they bled prettily when Junga pinched them. Just this amount of abuse was too much for Daniel. The father grinned at the scrunching of Daniel's entire body, and shook his head at the pathetic pleading, pitched but also containing the rasp of having his vocal chords rearranged by cock. Daniel was good for fun, at least. Suppose he wasn't that bad for Minnie, that way the three of them could bond over Junga's cock. But that might not happen anymore, since Daniel wouldn't come back. Junga would have to retrieve him or never let him go, if he wanted to see him after this. Depending on how tonight went, he'd make his decision. Would that inspire Daniel to do better or worse?

Junga still presented himself like a king on the armchair, relaxed but full of the kind of strength and muscle that could tear every limb from Daniel. He tried to wear a neutral face when the prisoner looked for the door. He shifted a bit to make himself look more relaxed to let the boy make that mistake. How alive Daniel looked when he turned. Now that was a good expression! Junga would have clapped if he thought he had the time.

And then Daniel's fate was sealed. It was a risk, maybe Daniel would find his footing or maybe Junga would miss. But Junga was apt in physical restraint. Daniel's leg was kicked off the floor and replaced on it by Daniel's entire body. It was an easy matter to throw himself upon the smaller body. And even easier to crush the boy and impale his asshole with the big cock he feared. Junga groaned as he felt the crevice stretch and the anatomy open up to him. The twitches were muscles, but the round entrance tearing, and blood was also an natural lubricant. "You tried to leave." he said calmly as he drove deeper into the taut asshole. He let Daniel crawl forward a bit, sliding toward the head of his cock, before he slammed back in. He allowed this three times before his weight laid on Daniel so he could simply start fucking him ruthlessly, showing him the strength of an enforcer for the Korean part of Yareli's underground.

"This much won't kill you." he said to the complaining youth, strong, mature body dominating the petite lump of fuckflesh. He rammed harder, beating Daniel's hipbones into the floor as though saying, 'but this much might.' Just the sheer impact of Junga's body against Daniel's was violent, let alone what happened inside the smaller body because of the dangerously sized object being shoved into it.

And then both their attention was pulled toward the stairs. Junga's fucking didn't diminish and he wondered what this would do to his son. It would be troublesome to have to backhand him in front of his ex. But Minnie stretched like a cat, reminding Junga of his feminine build as he came down, with the scorn of a former lover lingering around him. Junga grinned to see such darkness in his son, as Daniel tried to pathetically plead his case, while Junga made the conversation immensely difficult for the faded redhead. Minnie did make a valid point out of Daniel's hard-on, though. It made sense, if he'd broken up with Minnie for something tougher. The father scoffed with amusement as their communication went on. He even lifted his torso off Daniel's back so Minnie could have a better view the cock ruining the ass.

It was obvious Minnie was engaged by what was transpiring, and the demon rearing it's head out of his son made Junga proud. He let Minnie watch as he gutted Daniel through his ass. Junga pulled out to let Minnie see the gaping slaughter of the admittedly pleasant crevice he'd been digging out in Minnie's former boyfriend, someone Minnie had referred to as the love of his life to Junga more than once in the past.

"Why don't you have a try, Minnie?" He asked and took some distance from the delightful hole, ruffling Minnie's hair. No way Minnie's little cock would cut it after Junga had opened Daniel up, but maybe that was a lesson both these dolls needed to learn. To make sure Daniel didn't leave on his own accord, Junga stood up and rested all his weight on the back of Daniel's ankle until he heard and felt a pop through the boot. It was a subluxation that would easily go back, but it'd be painful enough that a soft person like Daniel wouldn't be able to move on it. For good measure Junga pinned the other leather clad ankle with his weight as well, and shifted himself into it, creating an equally satisfying pop and whatever noises out of Daniel's mouth.

Junga moved to the front of the redhead, to further keep him from crawling away. The cock smeared with Daniel's blood looked into the pretty petite's face as Junga propped him up on his hands and knees, preparing him to get sodomized and faceraped at the same time. Junga nodded to his son to commence while Junga grabbed Daniel by his hair again, one hand. "You shouldn't have come to the Pat house after what you did, Daniel." He said, unforgiving as he tilted the boy's head up to look at him. And then he moved it to the perfect angle so he could ram his cock back down Daniel's gullet, this time with ass fluids and blood, giving Daniel the black mustache of pubes he'd never wanted. This was going to be a father son bonding moment Daniel hadn't meant to assist in.
 
Daniel thought he might have a chance when he saw Min-Su’s father relax in the recliner. But it should have been his first clue that he was wrong. He thought because he was a little bit taller than his ex and the fact he used to do track in high school that he had a valid chance to make it to the door before the monster in the chair got him. How wrong he was because he might have long legs, but Junga had longer and it took one to trip the redhead up. He cried out as he fell to the rug, giving his palms and knees a bit of rug burn along the way, but there was no scrambling away when the heavy weight of the older man came down upon him a second later and speared his cock through his untrained asshole. The feeling of his flesh ripping was felt through his whole body and had his throat not been torn from the same cock he would have screamed his lungs out. The cry he gave instead was just a mockery and the horror on his face was enough to describe the pain that crippled him as Junga fucked into him.


Daniel tried to crawl away and Junga let him, but then his cock would drive in fully once more and stop him in his tracks. At least until the older man grew tired of playing with him and crowded him into the floor and fucked his ass without abandon. Nothing was holding him back now, no amount of sympathy or guilt stopped him. His ex’s father was raping him and he felt like he was dying even if the other said it wouldn’t kill him. It certainly felt like it would with how his bony hips slammed against the floor with each downward thrust that gouged through his intestines and rearranged his guts. Fresh tears spilled and stained his cheeks and spittle and vomit dribbled around his gaping mouth as he tried to call for help.

Min-Su’s sudden presence gave Daniel an inkling of hope. Thinking there was no way his ex-boyfriend would accept or allow his own father to rape him or anyone for that matter. To his horror, Minnie showed no sympathy or remorse for what was happening to him. He felt gutted in an entirely different way, eyes widening at the mockery and gaslighting Minnie was giving him as he came to his father’s side. Daniel struggled to understand how his ex-boyfriend could become this cold and callous and cruel just because he had simply broken up with him. His heart shattered all the more knowing he had wasted his time coming here and only hurt himself more in the process.

Minnie saw the heartbreak in Daniel’s eyes and that did something to him. Made him thrum with power and delight, perhaps it was twisted, but he loved the excited butterflies it gave him seeing him suffer. Watching how his father’s cock destroyed his asshole to the point of making it a bloody, frothing mess. It was fascinating to see the amount of power and strength his father’s cock possessed from this position and now knowing just how much his father actually held back with him. It made him feel properly loved by his father and absolutely betrayed by the man he had chosen to love and spend his life with but had thrown that away so heartlessly. The fact that Daniel was now not appreciating a good dick now that he got one made him sick.

“You are so ungrateful. Does nothing or no one make you happy? You just want want and want and when you get what you want, you want to cry and moan and play victim?” Min-Su mocked as Daniel sobbed beneath them. He smiled smugly at the daggers his ex shot him, but they were weak and dull. When his father invited him to have a try, he nodded eagerly and hummed at the way his father shuffled his hair before quickly stripping out of his shorts, his little cock springing up. “Look at you, getting two cocks for one! I say we are being much nicer than you deserve!” He declared before he paused and watched in stunned silence as his father stepped on Daniel’s ankles and popped them out of place so that his ex-boyfriend couldn’t attempt to get away. The sound was sickening but somehow satisfying followed by the raw, uneven screaming of agony that followed each one.

Daniel was fully trembling as Junga came around to his front, covered in sweat and tears, snot and vomit because he had expelled some fresh bile from the injuries, as he was manipulated onto his hands and knees. He was pale and filled with fear, but was given little time to protest or convince them to stop, as Junga’s cock reunited with his mouth, stuffing his bile and his words right back down his throat. When Min-Su slipped up behind him and grabbed his waist, he tried to jerk forward but Minnie growled and slapped his ass harshly, “Stay still you big baby!” He snapped and shoved his fingers in first, swirling them around the bloody stretched hole and whistling. “Damn you’re wet, Danny. My appa took real good care of you, you should be saying thank you.” He smirked as he replaced his fingers with his cock, which did nothing to compare to his father’s as he fucked into the gouged out decimal. He fit the stretched hole too easily, but even so just him fucking along the torn flesh made Daniel feel every inch of him.

The redhead was screaming and gagging around Junga’s cock, fat tears fucked out of his eyes as he became stressed by the back and forth of their hips. Head and ass. He felt like a pig on a roasting stick, feeling his orifices being gouged out and torn by the Pat’s cocks. His fingers dug into the carpet, to the point his nails became bloody and cracked from how hard he gripped the coarse fabric. His throat muscles convulsed around Junga’s cock, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He couldn’t breath with how stuffed he felt whenever the cock shoved its way down his esophagus. Feeling the man’s pubes upon his lip, knowing it meant his whole cock was shoved down his gullet, made him want to pass out along with the pain rippling up his spine from Minnie fucking his sore asshole.

“It pisses me off you sucking my appa’s cock like that! You are a slut. You don’t deserve my appa’s cock.” Min-Su growled as he stabbed his bloody ass with his cock, trying to fuck him as hard as he knew his own father would. He just didn’t have the size and aura of his father unfortunately to do so. But he had the heart and his fingers dug into soft freckled flesh, clawing and adding to the marks and pain Daniel felt. He dug his thumbs into the bloody rectum, stretching and watching his cock dive in and out, adding his pre to the mixture of his bloody ass juices. “Should we have him touch himself, appa? I mean he’s trying to say he didn’t want this when he clearly does. Right? Your cock wouldn’t be that hard if you didn’t like it!” He mocked as he slammed his hips harder against Daniel’s ass.
 
Daniel had no business being with his son. It was obvious he was weak, and in many ways, he was even more fragile than Minnie. At least Minnie had something dark in him, even if it was just to allow himself to get hurt, and enjoy it. That part of Minnie could never have been satisfied by Daniel, but the two kids had tried. This mockery of a relationship had done nothing for them, and they had sauntered on, incomplete. That's why Minnie had taken no introduction to hard fucking in order to like it, to be addicted to it. And Daniel didn't even have that talent. Here he was, having his ass used, and suffering from it. Daniel's only value was the flesh he was made of, stretched, broken and moisturized with his own blood. Any human could offer that much. But at least his destroyed throat made pretty enticing sounds when his ass was made to swallow up Junga's pride and joy. The strong man quite liked tripping the young visitor, and fuck him until his anatomy was altered, and his anus was wider than his mouth. It was clear now Daniel did not have it in him to ever be above anyone. If he left here with this knowledge alone, the boy should be glad. He'd had his life defined, not as someone submissive, but to know himself as a victim. Junga had been told by those he punished, long after the fact, of how he changed their lives. It was sometimes said bitterly, or in defeat, but he always knew it was the truth when their eyes hollowed out and they spilled those cathartic and accusatory words. He was just bestowing that gift onto his son's ex now. Daniel should learn to appreciate it while he could. But it didn't seem like he would.

Further humiliation and heartbreak, when Minnie came down. Suppose his son was also a consequence of his cock in more ways than being conceived by it, now. Was Minnie growing twisted, a new kind of development, like puberty but for his dark heart, because he had a new injection of his father's bio materials? It was a fun thing to think about, and he saw the darkness in Minnie when he mocked and considered Daniel, there on the floor, underneath Junga. Sweet little boy, who was now ready to mock someone who was suffering. Finally Junga understood his son's trajectory. Sacrificing Daniel for it wasn't even a question, not for either of them. The bloodied, slick asshole was very pleasant in its wet allowances for the fat dick, though Daniel was clamping down rather hard. Even those muscles knew to be exhausted eventually, and as Minnie pointed out, the stimulation was getting to the young lad. If Daniel had been looking for a more assertive partner, he was getting it in spades now, and maybe he had self diagnosed correctly when he broke up with Minnie, judging by the little dick and its pathetic hardening. That would also stick with Daniel from this day forward.

He readied Daniel for Minnie, and Minnie was in awe of the violence that it took to render Daniel's feet useless. Junga was glad to show his son some of this side. Of course, Minnie was getting ahead of himself, but what were father's for if not to show their children something they might one day have. He was proud of Minnie's little erection. It showed he had the right state of mind. They were like predators sharing a carcass now, and the blood involved, as well as the wounded crevices, did lend itself well to that imagery, too. He thought Daniel's screams were a bit more impressive now, but they did nothing for the faint redhead, still.

He looked down at the messy face, and quite liked the collection of fluids there. He gave Daniel one second to realize what was going to happen, to marinate in his own dread. But Daniel wasted it trying to say something or beg, while Minnie made fun. Junga then barreled forward. His cock punched past Daniel's lips and rode his tongue and stretched his raw throat again, this time the rod was slathered with blood from Daniel's other end, and layered in anal juices, too. The fat shaft twitched to be engulfed in the young man's inner again, though with a much different feel. Junga grunted and started fucking with his strong thighs and hips, the beating Daniel received upon impact from his stomach would be enough to deflate most men, let alone what was happening in his throat. It was a harrowing start for the poor, rose haired youngster, and Junga was happy to be his teacher through it all. He didn't get to do this to Minnie, and it was nice to have a fucktoy in his house that he didn't need to treat like porcelain.

He let Daniel be suspended between them, helped by his own hands and knees, for a few minutes. It was mostly to let Minnie get a feel of it, and his disrespect for Daniel's sphincter certainly showed some potential. Junga looked down at the new boy, and grabbed him by his hair. He looked at the eyes when they weren't rolled back, his own black ones baring down in the recently adult face, that was now contorted and coughing around his cock. Daniel sure was full of juices, wasn't he? Quiet, menacing, he just just looked at the face he was fucking into oblivion, truly using his cock as a weapon that he could reshaped Daniel with. He only looked away when Minnie spoke. He nodded and then returned his attention down to Daniel. "Yeah. Start getting yourself off." Usually that kind of thing would come with a lie about freedom or forgiveness if they managed to cum, just to get them in the right headspace. But Daniel just needed to obey. If Junga said he should orgasm, then he damn well would. Daniel had been downgraded to fuckmeat now.

"Keep fucking him, son." Junga said, stern but his tone was a lot sweeter than with Daniel, when it was almost cavernous and uncaring. At least with Minnie there was intent to make him better. He banged his body harder against Daniel's face to see if that would jolt some initiative into him.

But, if their new slave did as he was told, he would have to deal with the inner turmoil of both being hard, and being able to climax from this. Junga already knew there was a broken aspect to Daniel that would take to this new life. And then Junga would unsheathe from Daniel's mouth, and he snapped his finger at Minnie to come by his side and leave Daniel's ass be. Minnie would not disobey, because if he did, now of all times, Junga would be really mad, like any father when their children disrespect them in front of their friends. So he'd have Minnie on his hands and knees beside him, so Junga could jerk himself off and cum over his son's ass, and splatter his asshole, all of it underlined by Minnie still wearing his top. The half-clad boys would look beautiful on the floor together.

"Daniel, lick my son clean. Make sure his insides are clean too." It was clear Daniel's job was to eat up the cum that had mostly gathered in the asscrack, and lap the anus that had been able to take the same cock that had basically destroyed Daniel's.

And if either of the boys disobeyed, there'd be violence from their older master.
 
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