Broken Doll (verse + oropherion)

[Verse]

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.

 

[oropherion]

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.

 

[Verse]

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.

 

[oropherion]

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.

 

[Verse]

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.

 

[oropherion]

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.

 

[Verse]

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.

 

[oropherion]

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.

 

[Verse]

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.