Broken Doll (verse + oropherion)

[oropherion]

It was a frosty December evening and the city streets were almost barren now in its late hours. Christmas lights and decor were brandished upon every building, glowing from each window, and the music that filtered into the streets was happy little carols to summon forth the holiday spirit. The feeling should have held true for Min-Su, but that evening had left him feeling absolutely crushed. The snow flakes and celebratory cheer still radiating from the club he had just performed at with his boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, did nothing to cheer him up. Everything had been going splendid since the moment he woke up until now. There had been no sign, no indication, no warning to the ending of their three year relationship. Like everything in life, there were ups and downs, cat fights, threats of one or the other leaving, and everything in between. None of it had been bad enough to warrant this, in Min-Su’s opinion so when Daniel had approached him in the dressing room, already undressed out of his drag and wearing normal street clothes, to let him know that he couldn’t keep up the charade anymore, Min-Su had been left stunned and speechless.


It would embarrass him later to think about, but Min-Su had lost his cool after he had collected his thoughts. Emotional rage consumed his slight, 5’2’’ inch frame and he had flung himself at Daniel, pounding his fists upon his chest and demanding a proper reason. The holidays were just around the corner and they had planned to spend both Christmas and New Years together, but now all of that was being flung out the window for what? Because Daniel suddenly felt like their relationship had grown stagnant and stale, not seeing a future between them anymore, which clearly meant he had found something far more appealing elsewhere. With tears flowing down his cheeks and smearing his carefully crafted makeup, he had flung makeup brushes and whatever solid object he could find at Daniel. It had turned into a louder shouting match until some of the other sisters came in and separated them.

Min-Su was left shaking and now sat alone in his used Toyota still trying to wipe the tears away. He hadn’t been given time to clean away his makeup properly, his snowy-white wig already carefully tucked away in its bag, along with most of his costume. All he was left with was the white lingerie he had been wearing and a robe because all he wanted to do after letting the rage consume him was leave. Yet he hadn’t managed to get himself to put the key in the ignition yet and drive away. He sniffled and rubbed at his quickly reddening and snotty nose, hating the flushed and unkempt appearance he saw in his rearview mirror. His jet black hair was disheveled in its loosened state and his unnaturally blue eyes were red-rimmed from all of the crying. Mascara was smeared and runny around his eyes and the pale foundation he had used was now splotchy.


“Fucking asshole,” he muttered in his Native tongue, shoulders quivering as he finally managed to gain control of himself and turn his vehicle on. His frozen limbs began to defrost as the heat from his radiator began to warm him up. It did nothing to help the numb ache within his chest as he stared at the few people flooding from the clubs. Couples arm in arm, leaning each other flushed from drink, laughing and giggling. His lips curled in disgust as he gripped the steering wheel, wondering what he could have possibly done to lose who he thought was the love of his life. Any future plans of a wedding were right out the window along with everything else and that just left him feeling hollow. Was he doomed to repeat the same loveless life his parents had led and were leading now, even after their bitter divorce?


First his mother couldn’t stand him. For years, Min-Su couldn’t understand why his mother had kept him at arms length as he grew into his teenage years. Why she looked at him with such mockery, derision, and budding hatred? It had taken the ugliness of the divorce and several court hearings and meetings to find the truth. His mother had begun to hate him because she had seen him as almost competition with his budding beauty, even if in a sick twisted way of feeling he was taking his father’s attention away from her. On top of that, she couldn’t hide the fact she hated that he was gay and even more so inclined to dress in women’s fashion. It had been the tipping point when she had found out he was getting into the drag scene and had decided that was too much for her.


It wasn’t his fault that he was born naturally petite, small framed, with androgynous features bordering on more feminine than masculine, and that his skin was naturally pale and buttery smooth. It wasn’t his fault that she determined her own self worth by comparing herself to her own child and that she hadn’t put in the same amount of work of keeping up appearances to please her husband. It wouldn’t even surprise Min-Su if his father had grown tired and bored of his mother’s antics and sought love elsewhere. He almost wished he did just out of pure spite. It twisted his chest to think that though and to know that he would never have that motherly love in his life. Not that his father was much better in regards to his opinion on his interest in drag, but at least he didn’t kick him out of the house nor completely disregard him as a person. In his own way, he showed his love even if it was more in the way of buying him gifts or whatever he wanted when asked or providing him with a safe place to go to when the need arose. He was much warmer than his ex-wife.


Thinking about his father made him realize that he could use some sort of emotional support right now from the only one in his life that possibly gave a damn. There was no going back to his shared apartment right now, not wanting to see Daniel at all right now. He would have to figure out his living arrangements later on and collect his belongings, but for now he needed to get home. See his father. He swallowed the lump in his throat and finally pulled away from the club, continuously sniffling and choking on sobs as he weaved through the streets to the small home his father possessed. Thankfully the courts hadn’t taken it or any collateral during the divorce. It was nothing grand and considering it sat in the low income side of the city, it was starting to look its age. It was home and that was what mattered to Min-Su as he parked in front of the garage and tugged his robe tighter around his slender body as he shuffled through the gate.


It was easy to find the spare key in the plotted pant at the back door and slip inside. It was a touch warmer inside than it was outside meaning his father was either keeping the heat purposefully low or there was an issue again with the heater. He rubbed his palms together and blew on them as he stepped into the meager kitchen. There was a mild mess, dishes piled in the sink, leftovers sat on the counter and garbage piled up. It almost looked like a depressed person’s home and definitely did not have the feminine touch any longer. It made Min-Su more upset to see the state and unable to stop himself from wondering about his father’s mental state after the divorce and him finally becoming old enough, at twenty-two, to live out on his own.


Min-Su felt like a rather poor excuse for a son for not coming to check on his father more, or helping out more around the house like he should have. Especially considering his father’s sacrifices to keep this place and him alive. Perfect father or not, he had been there and that feeling summoned a different ache in his chest. It drew him through the kitchen and through the living area that he had once sat in watching cartoons with his old man, eating cereal. Where he used to do his homework and play piano with his mother, and where he used to play with his father, when the man wasn’t busy with whatever work he did. Min-Su had never really known the details of his father’s job, but that hadn’t meant as much to him as his presence anyways. A presence he was suddenly craving right now.


The first floor was dark and quiet which meant his father was probably asleep which made him wonder if he should just crash on the couch and wait until the morning. That thought quickly dissipated as he dwelt on the raw emotions still tearing up his chest, and how his body shivered seeking warmth. Warmth of another person, someone to comfort and hold him, to love him. He didn’t know what force drew him up the stairs and outside his father’s room. He stood there for a moment listening, but only hearing the soft chortles of slumber, but nothing more. A faint, wry smile crossed his pale face as he pushed the old wooden door open, wincing at how it creaked in protest, fearing it’d wake up his father. It didn’t seem to cause even a stir and so he softly and quietly made his way inside against his better judgement and stood at his father’s bedside, peering down at him.


His father may have been his senior, but his genetics and build had not diminished with age. Instead it had only seemed to improve. There were some obvious age lines in his face, but not as prominent as some older men he had seen. His skin was still smooth, inked, and tight against firm muscles. His father was every bit a man one would admire and look up to be with his tall, imposing frame. One that always made him still feel like a kid in comparison even as an adult standing next to him. Truly reminded him, and his mother, of just how little testosterone he possessed in comparison to his macho father. There was a different kind of lump that rose in his throat as he admired the slumbering form, and a different warmth in his blue orbs as he carefully sat down on the edge of the mattress.

Slim, long fingers with frosted fingertips reached out to paw over a bare chest. Tracing some of the dark ink splattered across firm pectorals. They idly followed the lines of his upper body as he frowned to himself. Daniel had been much like himself, super feminine, slender, no muscles in sight. Nothing like this and Min-Su almost wondered now how he could have even thought two drag queens would have been perfect for each other anyways? He laughed bitterly to himself as he shifted onto his knees, robe starting to loosen and slide off his small shoulders as he found his hands palming and wandering a warm torso and shoulders that he was meant to cry on, not molest.

There was no explaining the feelings coming over him. Min-Su didn’t even want to think too deeply on them as he found the valleys his fingers were caressing to be appeasing. His cold body was warming up in an entirely different way, an ache building between his milky thighs, as he felt blood pooling into his groin. There were still signs of tears on his long dark lashes, giving him a dewy-eyed look as he pushed the blanket off the remaining half of his sleeping father’s body, learning immediately that his father slept in the nude. “Naughty,” he whispered to himself, almost chuckling at how obscene this all was, and how almost vulnerable and delightful his father looked at this moment.

This was wrong in every way, all the rules were being broken, but Min-Su was desperate for something. For love, for a touch to soothe the ache away, to calm the frenetic energy bubbling under his flesh. The ache had grown much stronger now, his erection pressing against the flimsy fabric of his white panties, leaving a gray stain in the front as he bit his lip. It was hard not to be taken in by the very sight of his father, especially the masterpiece sprung up between those thick thighs. It was like no other cock he had seen before. Even in its half-hard state, Min-Su could tell that it was a grower and that excited him like nothing else. Fuck Daniel, he did not come close to this. His ass was used to much smaller meat and now it twitched and almost seemed to beg to try a real man for once. Even if said man was his father.

“Forgive me, appa.” Min-Su murmured as he moved to straddle his father’s waist, cheeks heated up, as he reached behind him to grasp the cock behind him. He gave it a few firm strokes, guiding it to full firmness, realizing as he pressed it between his clothed cheeks just how high it went up on his body. How deep it must go and how it would definitely rearrange in his guts. He almost mewled at the thought, getting wetter with each second as he played with his father’s cock like a finely tuned instrument, desperation quickening his movements as he spread the pre-cum he found there. His own cock was a pulsing, hot mess now, driving him to push his panties aside and spread his father’s fluids against his puckered hole, quickly working himself open with barely two fingers.

It wasn’t enough to prepare him for the beast, but Min-Su didn’t care. He was desperate, emotional, horny, and feeling raw and vulnerable in a different way that only this cock could fill. He lined himself up and bit down on his bottom lip as he sank down upon it. The crown pushed through the tight vice of his rim, and the first inch was already a lot with how the girth of the veiny rod spread. His thighs shook from the effort already to push himself down further on the intimidating sex. Grunts and whines of pain escaped through his gritted teeth, but he persevered. When the cock was halfway in, he grit his teeth and clenched, frustration building at realizing not even the whole cock was in him and he was feeling both full but still not fulfilled. Tensing his shoulders and mentally preparing himself, he shoved himself the rest of the way down on his father’s cock, ripping a cry from his mouth that he quickly tried to cover up with both of his palms as he sat with his dad’s cock nearly busting through his stomach with how deep it was. Fresh tears flooded his cheeks, but the pain and pleasure was a new kind of exquisite. It took some time for him to try and move, to test the waters, and already felt his first spurt of an orgasm rip through his much smaller shaft. Despite it, he still was hard and wanting more.

 

[Verse]

Hoyoung Pat had been raised rough. It's what he was taught life should be. He got ten years with his own father, and then the organization that owned the old man had taken over. Hoyoung didn't mind it. The way his father had prattled on about the life of an enforcer, it seemed the only good choice for him. And since he didn't have other prospects, he could give all of himself to the work. He thought that's all there was going to be. He at least wanted a family that would mourn him when the same thing happened to him. He'd like to leave behind some love. Wasn't all that rough stuff so that someone at home would admire him?

But when he met Mina, from Russia, he changed his mind. She'd been working the front for a lab in the city center. Pretty girl with blue eyes. Soft skin. Took a lot of pride in it. Easy to flatter and she liked that he was tall. Soon they were something, because he could afford to buy her things. He wanted more for her. He just loved those eyes. And he loved her even more when he stomach got round. He promised her so many things. On a whim even that he'd leave the syndicate. And he did. He'd never gone too far up, even if he stayed loyal. The let him go and he worked where he could find something, always with his body as capital.

By the time Min-Su was born, things were good. He fell in love all over again, with the small thing that liked to curl up in his mother's arms. He and Mina raised their precious boy and she liked to call him the most beautiful child in all of Yareli. Hoyoung was happy. He worked hard to buy the house, and Mina got to fill it with whatever she wanted. But things changed. Mina was vain, and she lost her beauty gradually. She accused Min-Su of it, and even if Hoyoung would never admit it, it did look as though the boy was simply taking all his mother's prettiness for himself. Yunga assured Mina she was the loveliest woman in the world. And to Yunga, she was. In the beginning it was enough, and then it wasn't.

Yunga wasn't really the doting kind, even if his family brought it out of him. The fights were awful. He felt his old life rear its head through the anger that she brought out in him. It interfered with his honest work in construction, and by the time the divorce was finalized, he was more of a liaison between them and his old associates, that knew his father. Shamefully, Yunga liked the excuse to let out his frustrations on people that owed. Didn't really give him the temperament that would hold up in negotiations with his ex-wife's lawyer. Mina was gone soon, home to Russia. It hurt mostly because she didn't want to see Min-Su.

And that relationship didn't go too well for Yunga either. His son was pretty, sure, but it was looking more and more like he'd gotten a daughter. It was easy to criticize, and the few times they interacted, it seemed to be about that. He loved his son for retaining the softness his mother had lost, and wishing for it to always be there, made Yunga fee tguilty, thinking he was the one who made his son into what he became. Beautiful still, in all those frilly clothes. And the way he spoke. It haunted his father a bit. He knew the kind of boy that Min-Su was turning into, had seen them service men in the red lantern districts. He was glad they never really had a final fight about it, by the time Min-Su moved out. It was a strained relationship, but at least it wasn't severed. He had tried to make the precious boy into something that could take on the Yareli night. Min-Su had become the opposite, making himself into the very thing that those who could fend for themselves would play with, to let off steam.

Maybe today, he'd been thinking about it when he visited those districts. He made a habit to sample the smaller morsels with dick now, from having exclusively been a patron of the women these places offered. The boys on the menu were lovely, of course, and as Yunga went through them, it reminded him of the kind of life his son might fall into. It happened often. He'd seen it. On occasion he was the one who pushed these young men into it, because of debt. Maybe Min-Su was his punishment for all of that, even if the boy promised it was only performance on a scene. The few times he'd snuck in to see, it was true, but pretty things didn't do well for too long, in Yareli.

Wracked with those thoughts, Yunga slept. He felt something through his slumber, but it was pleasant and- melancholy? Familiar. Family.

And when he woke up, dazed, he saw something pale as he felt pressure around his solid cock. He had grabbed his boy's hips before he realized it. And when he saw and heard the pretty, almost pained noise of his son cumming into the panties that barely locked over the small head of the small cock, he shook his head with fatherly disapproval. His hands were strong, killing hands, when they held on to his little baby's bony hips. "What are you doing?" he said with stern, morning hoarse voice. It was obvious the greedy brat was nowhere near sated, and the way his makeup was running down, his father knew he'd been sad. "You don't contact me and the only time you visit is because you want your sissy needs fulfilled? I told you you were turning out all wrong." he muttered.

"Huh?" he persisted as he started bouncing his precious child on his cock, sitting up against the headboard and looking at the lithe body in his lap. It was absolutely no trouble exploring the small asshole deeply. To his horror, Min-Su felt better than any of the sphincters he'd stretched, female or male. His thumbs dug into his son's stomach as his fingers locked toward the back of his waist. "Let me spank you. It's what you came here for, right?" he said and groaned. He was soon moving his already orgasmed son up and down his shaft, the small buttocks clapping against his father's thighs. Seems he had only gotten a daughter with a dick. He huffed. Admittedly, this was high quality ass. "Such a little disobedient girl." he breathed.

 

[oropherion]

Min-Su may have grown up unaware of the type of dark underground work his father used to do back before him and his mother became a concrete item, but there was always that underlying awareness that the man had a past. And even though Junga may have put himself on the straight and narrow once he married Min-Su's mother and got her pregnant, tried to become the family man one would expect of him, perhaps some of that dark seed within him had spread to his only child. For there could only be one reason why the upset Pat offspring would climb into bed with his sleeping father and shove his cock so deep in his ass that he almost tasted it on the back of his throat. His mind buried the thought that he was practically raping his father in his sleep, breaking the familial boundary that should never be crossed consenting or not, but here he was. In his most desperate and deplorable way, he was taking advantage of the only man who had at least attempted to show him proper love and direction. He may not have liked many of their exchanges, the distaste of his hobbies, and may not be the man his father would or should be proud of, but through all of his life one thing had always remained the same and solid and that was his father.

Solid was a good term when it came to his father in the literal sense. The solidity of his cock piercing through his guts right now was everything he needed right now, making it feel almost impossible to move with how well stuffed he was. His mouth was agape as if he had lost control of his facial muscles, despite doing his best to stifle the raw sounds rising up inside of him. The unfiltered scream had felt like it had been scraping along his esophagus as it was pulled free from his lips at the final stretch. His toes had curled as the rigid prick scraped across his prostate, making him seize up and cum without much other stimulation. A sign of just how pent up he had become, even in just a few hours. He was panting as he tried to center himself only to suddenly have all his muscles go tense when he felt large, firm hands grab his bony hips. His eyes flew open wider in shock upon looking down at his now awakened father, the hoarse yet stern voice making his heart lunge up into his throat. A bit of fear pierced in his chest, fearful that he'd be tossed off and beaten, perhaps killed, for such a twisted act. The violence didn't come, but the scolding and reminder of his absence was much worse than physical pain.

A choked sob broke through him as he shook his head immediately, raven locks whipping around his messy face as he leaned down, clutching upon broad shoulders as he sobbed. "Y-you're right, appa, I'm so sorry! I didn't know...I didn't mean to..." To leave. To turn into a failure. To find love in someone else and think that he would be his future and that his drag shows meant more than the only person that truly mattered in his life. Being here, sitting on that fat cock, looking at the worn features of his father let those thoughts sink in, made the guilt chew at his soul. Fat tears kept welling and rolling down his flushed face, features slightly puffy from being so torn up from his breakup and now this, his sordid act twisting what little good was left in his life. Even so, he didn't stop rolling his hips and even felt encouraged when his father actually lifted him so easily and began helping him bounce on his big cock. The very thing that had helped bring him to existence, now his body could worship and so he squeezed his sphincter muscles to keep him in, grinding his ass down on his dick as he whimpered and moaned. The initial searing hot pain that had come from taking too much too soon was already beginning to face. The sound of his cheeks slapping against his father's thighs along with the slick sounds of their combined bodies was putting him back to full arousal as his fingers dug into firm flesh.

When familiar fingers wrapped tight around his cinched waist, thumbs pressing into the bulge the cock made in his belly, Min-Su felt his eyes roll and his jaw drop in euphoria. It was such a new experience and he was already addicted to it. His father's words made him blush all over and he bobbed his head eagerly as he begged for it. "Yes, appa, spank me. Punish me. I deserve it. I deserve to be punished for leaving you all alone...all for some asshole who didn't really care about me! I should have listened to you about him." He huffed, lower lip wobbling with the emotions welling up inside of him as he bounced himself harder on what felt like a never ending dick. He tried leaning forward to wrap his arms around his father's neck, letting their breathes mingle as he pleaded softly. "Kiss me, appa, hold me. Do whatever. Just please don't stop."

 

[Verse]

His son's face was beautiful, abandoned to the elicit pleasure that wracked Min-Su's body. It was a delicate, intense blossoming of emotion and then the deflation of it, when exhaustion moved at the tail end of the rapture. Everything was explained within that one moment; what had happened, and what it was for. To think that his son had not only decided to do this, and done it, but also that he'd been able to get off so quickly. It really told the story of how perverted his son was. Something inside the gruff man was curious to see just how deep this depravity went. But his reflex was to punish. And Min-Su's response was to be afraid, at least to start, when their old roles returned, that of a teacher and a somewhat awestruck and respectful student. If anyone was subject to their desires, it was Min-Su, who couldn't even let his impulse to dress up like a woman, and worship cocks, be. Junga had a natural distaste for those without self control, and what could this be, if not that? The deviant had actually sought comfort for his forbidden impulses on his own father's cock.

The black tears were pretty on the orgasm face of his little, useless boy. He had always been beautiful, echoes of his mother present, mingled up with Junga's own features. A eschewed mirror of the stern and violent man. Something in Min-Su's presence had prevented the man's senses from waking him up - he had never considered Min-Su a threat, after all, and it wasn't that long ago that his boy lived here. The petite male cried and confessed, and begged for forgiveness as he leaned forward, changing the angle at which his father's cock was lodged in him. Min-Su had always been so adamant on 'following his dream' that there'd been no real place for objections from his parents. He had called the Pat patriarch conservative about it, but now the sobbing princess was ready to admit fault, and speak of his failures. Junga had always towed a line with his beloved child, between a heavy hand and firm words, and usually decided for verbal reprimand. Min-Su was proving he responded better to physical means - he'd craved them so much he'd sought them out himself. His blubbering admissions now, after having cum on his father's cock, showed as much.

As Junga moved his son ontop of him, as though teaching him, Min-Su was finally ready to learn. Or perhaps he was a talent. Because his natural, willing response was beautiful. The narrow hips made sure the cock had a perfect way into that tunnel, and little squeezing kisses from the ring all but cut Junga's fat cock off at the bas every time the boy's rump bumped against his thighs. He let his son wrap his arms around him and he petted his hair to soothe his son, though both of them were still perpetuating the act of adding friction to Min-Su's sensitive asshole, and the raging cock. But then, just as he would when his weak son would look for affection when he truly needed to be reprimanded, he let go of his son so he could pull his arms off from his shoulder. He knew it'd break Min-Su's heart like it always did. But he was not going to reward his son, especially now that he was finally admitting do doing something wrong through his weak stubbornness. It only took a pinch from two fingers from each hand to free himself from the tender but useless grip. He was sure the little boy would wail as he used to before he'd become an adult.

"Listen, Min-Su." he said sternly. He forced his son to look down between them, so he could see the outlines of the very grown-up cock in his stomach. "Look at what you're doing? How can appa love a son like that?" he asked, as though there was a real lesson to be learned here. Never mind that the cock was twitching in delight and flooding his son's dirtiest place with precum. "You should have listened to me. Now you've become bad." he continued and crossed Min-Su's wrists behind his back, forcing the little torso to push out its flat chest at him. "Look me in the eye, Min-Su." he ordered. He even snapped the fingers of his free hand while the other kept Min-Su's wrists crossed and out of the way. It was very easy to physically control the petite male in his lap. "You're dirty. You're wrong." he said. "Stop moving!" he warned, but knew damn well how his son got. He was a glutton and perverted. He couldn't leave a simpering male be, let a lone a real cock. On his birthdays they had to physically remove the cake so Min-Su wouldn't just spend his entire time eating. The boy had no self-control.

"Hey. Listen to me." his father continued, though he didn't really want Min-Su to stop. But he liked to charge this act with guilt. "I am telling you, son, you're going to get in trouble." But he was also moving upward to respond to Min-Su's motion, aiming for the prostate at every motion that either him or Min-Su made, entirely turning the odds against the boy and his greedy, crushing little asshole. Even disciplined men would be begging to be fucked with that amount of stimulation and closeness to orgasm. "Who raised you like this?" he muttered. His free hand, from old habit, doing the kind of work that he did, wrapped around Min-Su's narrow excuse for a neck, and started squeezing. His son was a deviant, an imperfect being, but at least Junga knew how to deal with them, and what they liked. It was time for a new dynamic, and perhaps it wasn't the worst way to stay in charge of his son, if he made sure he was addicted to something only his dad could provide. "If you cum, I will be disappointed, Min-Su." he said sternly, but never stopped helping in fucking the poor miniature pucker. Min-Su would be too occupied with the sensation of having his torso stuffed with his father, and the teasing of his prostate to realize, anyway. "Don't you dare." he said darkly into his son's ear, having tilted the smaller head so his hot breath could fit into the earshell, inside that now messy mop of hair.

If Minnie wanted to cum, then his father would turn him into the worst kind of slut.

 

[oropherion]

Min-Su immediately went pliant when his father began petting his hair, figuring despite their minimal contact over the last couple years and the different views, that he could at least be comforted by his sole parent. It was nice, even if was counterpoint to the hard cock driven halfway up into his body cavity making his heart pound erratically in delight in response. It was like his mind and his heart were at war with one another; one craving the sinful physical pleasure that his father's cock had and was still rewarding his body with and his heart was craving affection and love. So when his father put some distance between them and reprimanded him from clinging harder by pinching his hands, making him yelp in pain whilst drawing his delicate hands back to his body, a new hurt filled him at the rejection. A wail of disappointment and confusion left his lips, but he knew this was Junga's way of punishing him. It had always been a way he corrected his behavior growing up from him attempting to snatch food from his plate, or candies from the bowl, or try a sip of his adult beverage. A couple pinches here and there were enough to make toddler Min-Su redirect his attention and learn quickly what pleased and didn't please his father. Yet it didn't stop him completely from his gluttonous behavior and desire for what was forbidden to him.

The sniffling Pat junior looked to the point his father was drawing attention to and saw just how the man's cock protruded against his abdominal wall. No one had ever made his belly bulge like that before and it was so wrong that it was his own father doing it. Junga's words only made the bitter guilt sharper in his chest as he hunched his shoulders up and pouted, much like he would when he was scolded as a child. Except this was a much more serious offense, but even with the scolding his father was fucking him on his cock so it was sending mixed signals to his brain. Like he was being punished but also rewarded at the same time. "I-I'm sorry, appa, I know I don't deserve your love." But he wanted it. Had always did growing up. Had always looked for approval from the hardened man. Especially after the truth of his sexuality and interests came to light. That was when things changed and he had tried so hard to do everything to make Junga proud of him while also not giving up on his own dreams. It was a delicate balance that didn't ever tip in his favor, but he also had to be grateful that his father had not outright disowned him or completely disregarded him. Which made him feel guilty that he had been a failure of a son by not at least checking in on him every few weeks or more, which made this punishment feel like something he truly deserved even if it hurt him deeply.

Min-Su gasped as his wrists were trapped behind his back, his chest forced out which bent his spine and kept his hips angled to keep that massive cock buried deep inside of him. It still pressed against the bundle of nerves, making him squirm in his father's lap, still aiming to find that peak of ecstasy he had found when he had first sat down upon the beast. His eyes had fluttered shut to almost block out the disapproving look in his father's face and shield him against the harsh words, but the snapping fingers and commanding voice telling him he was going to get in trouble if he didn't obey made him snap his eyes open and meet the darker gaze of his father. Even being restrained as he was and knowing the situation he was in, he still couldn't help but enjoy it. He knew it was sick, but his cock was so hard and so wet from it, even loving the fact that he couldn't do much except grind his hips. Which his father seemed to be trying to dissuade him from, but it wasn't working. The way the older man was still rolling his hips so that he shallowly thrust into the depth of his body, grazing along all the sensitive walls that were suckling upon the engorged meat, sent too many pleasure signals to his brain for him to cooperate correctly.


"Please appa, I don't want to stop. I know I'm sick," Min-Su sobbed, eyes bleary and dazed from the euphoric torture, mentally and physically, he was suffering from as he still tried to fuck himself on that impressive length. Loved feeling it ground so far up inside, sullying him and just confirming his father's words about him. Something inside of him seemed to have snapped because a younger, less bolder Min-Su would not have even thought about talking back to his father like this, but something about the continuous threats and degradation of his character spurred on some bitter feelings that had been locked away in his heart. He wasn't completely unscathed by his own upbringing and the arms length he was kept after coming out as gay and a drag queen, and he may have been dirty and made wrong, but it was still his father's cock that was hard as a rock pumping into his girlish body and seemingly enjoying it. It made him smirk bitterly as he gazed upon his father with half-lidded eyes as he argued, "And if I'm dirty and wrong, what does that make you? I feel your prick oozing inside of me, appa. You love my ass, don't ya? If you didn't, you could have easily tossed me out." A more stubborn expression took over the wrecked, broken one worn before and he slammed himself back harder upon his father's piece as he kept their eyes upon one another. "And didn't you always say if I was meant to have it, I'd have to take it by any means necessary?" It probably wasn't to apply to a situation like this, but it was the only thing he could think of to fling back in his father's face.

Everything about his father's words almost seemed contradictory. He kept demanding him to stop, to not cum, yet he kept giving Min-Su everything he wanted. How could he hold it against him for chasing the pleasure his father was readily giving him? The large, very capable hand that wrapped around his neck did make him think twice for a moment, but it drew a hitch of fear and excitement from his lips as his head was forced to the side and a hot breathe consumed his ear with the threat. A shiver of pleasure coursed down his spine, making him sully his panties more with his secretions. He was sure his dick looked so ugly and purple at this point with how turned on it was and how close to the edge he was. It didn't help that his father's cock kept milking his prostate, almost as if it was taunting him, and his thighs shuddered as he whimpered. The previous defiance wavering at the idea of being another disappointment to his father. But it was so hard to ignore what was making his body feel on fire, feel so good. Tears of frustration, with both himself and his father, leaked out as he tried to fight it. It was impossible, his father had given him another impossible task to complete, another hurdle he just couldn't jump over.

It was like his body had a mind of its own and the prostate milking was too powerful to best. Minnie let out a strangled sound as his hips continued to shallowly bounce and his cock burst once more. It thoroughly soaked and leaked through his panties, splattering his inner thighs and his father's stomach. He whined and hung his head in shame at the shameful act. At least the first orgasm he had hadn't been witnessed, or so he thought, by Junga. This one he couldn't hide from his father's watchful eyes, and knew when he looked back into them, he'd find that promised disappointment and perhaps darker intent. He knew there would be consequences for his actions, for once more disobeying his elder, of proving that he just couldn't control his urges no matter how much the older man tried to instill that power in him. He shook as his cock began to wilt and his panties began to crust up and grow uncomfortable on his body, but he was still locked into position by both Junga's hands and his cock so there was nowhere he could go, nowhere to hide and lick his wounds and perhaps reconstruct some sense of self and morality. "Appa....I tried." He whispered, riddled in shame.

 

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The echoes of old images of his son mingled with the sensual onslaught that Min-Su had woken him with now. His son was making such strange and beautiful noises, and moving with such strange savvy on his cock, that the father twisted a bit in discomfort at his own feelings. This was the little creature that he'd raised, however lacking he'd been in affection lately. Such a soft body Min-Su had. Suppose it was advertised by his appearance - but even then, he was smooth and lithe. Junga could feel it around him. Min-Su was giving it his all. And it was good to fold his arms back and keep them here. Maybe he'd thought it'd be entirely new, this interaction, because it certainly wasn't what either of them were used to from each other, but Minnie was still weak, and the subject to his father's physical force. He had missed being able to control this wayward being with his strength, and now he got to, in a way that he was familiar with. Yes, it was unnerving how easy this came to the grown man trying to reel in his son. He coughed at how good his son's asshole felt around him. How right.

He had always thought his son was cute when taking punishment. Maybe that's why he had done it so often. He didn't give out a lot of affection, not since his son started to grow up, but teaching him lessons and reprimanding him had always been available, and always had been his job, too. He relished in it, and when he was just imparting wisdom, human absolutes, whatever he had learned through harsh circumstances, he was happy to know he could give his child something. There had been a time when Minnie sucked it all up like a sponge. Even Min-Su's rebellion had been tolerable. But they had never truly found their way back to each other. While Junga knew he had a better relationship with Minnie than most fathers he knew, he had always wanted more. That's why he didn't reject his son's frankly disgusting way of-- communicating now. Always had a sweet tooth and a draw to the forbidden. He imagined his poor boy had stood there a while, unable to control himself, as usual. Min-Su had a good heart, but he was weak. Maybe Junga had always held that against him.

Something about hearing his son say he didn't deserve his love, while having that pleasantly suffering and enraptured look while riding his cock, made the father seed his filthy hole with precum. So he was being a willing hypocrite when he was forbidding his son from letting his body act on the pleasure they were both feeling. Junga was relentless in punishing the tunnel offered to him first in his sleep, and now continuously with his small darling's unending bouncing. It really did look like just the need to play; that ceaseless energy young bodies have, that need to be expelled along with their hunger for instant gratification. He saw all the flaws of his young offspring, and from the perspective of someone currently fucking that innocent flesh, he could finally see the beauty of it. Blindly, his son continued to follow his own lusts, but was charmingly wracked with the guilt of going against his father. Junga was more than happy to let Minnie's heart bear the entire weight of the sin. That way he could have the petite, girl-like boy take his father's fault as well. Because Min-Su naturally turned it into arousal and titillation.

He was happy with this gift he was served as breakfast, after another day of hard work for the syndicate that had acted as a poor surrogate family in lieu of his wife and son. He was going to enjoy this to its fullest. That why he ground his teeth when Minnie talked back. The boy had been provocative about his emerging sexuality, and defended himself with broken words. And even if Junga had never closed him out completely, they both knew he didn't approve. But he had never been like this. There was something daunting with the brat looking so full of himself on his father's cock. How truly ruined this youth was. Junga shook his head with a hardened scrunch of his lips as Minnie went on. They were having a learning moment while Min-Su was jumping up and down on him. Playing while he should be obeying. It swelled angry and disappointed emotions in the older Pat man, and he bore into his son's light eyes with the darkness of his own. Who had taught his dear little boy to be like that? He was getting so much confident from his father's cock! What a little gangster.

That was why he offered his son the violence had had brandished and sharpened all his life. Minnie thought the other, soft men could be his lovers, but he wouldn't even look at them the same way after having had the fuck of his life from the foremost man in his life. Junga introduced him to breath play, at least the best kind, which was the worst. Minnie's neck was thin, and Junga held it tightly to show the brat something about real life. He grinned to himself when his son was frightened. "I could kill you for invading my house." he hissed and fucked his son harder to pair with the dark sentiment. He was sure Minnie could roll with the best of them from his bird-boned bunch, but had he ever experienced having his brains fucked out by a real log of a cock? His little asshole and stomach would never know what had hit them, once Junga was done with this high-spirited little whelp. They were in different leagues, both size and experience wise. He could tell by how Minnie reacted every time he deliberately stroked past his prostate. He looked down and chuckled mockingly at the messy state of his son's underwear.

"That's what I thought, you little whore." he said into his son's ear when the smaller male came hard. Junga's cock twitched to have bested and forced out the fertile glue that ended up ruining the panties. His son had a such a lovely and shameful orgasm face. He let the small male soak in the failure for an instance before he tossed the small body off him, onto the bed beside him. He had no trouble having Min-Su on his stomach as he lifted his son's hips, ass up and face down. With the string that should cover it eschewed, he could see the hole he'd just plundered. It almost made him mad with lust so he let it out by spanking one of the soft cheeks. And then the other. He was strong enough to slap a grown man uncurious, so hurting these little meats was not hard. He gave them four each, harder and harder. Spankings were never lethal so he didn't have to hold back. "Why are you always such a disappointment?" he asked. He quite enjoyed watching the buttocks redden and the poor small dick jiggle between thin thighs from the taps.

"Appa is angry with you." he said and got behind his son. By holding his cock's base, he could point it exactly where he needed it to be, and fall forward. Minnie was good at taking his cock, better than any of the real whores who tried to do a good job. He lodged himself deeply into his son's guts again, flattening the little body on the bed, lying ontop of him. He fucked his son into the mattress hard, relentlessly finding pleasure for his no doubt exhausted kid. "Why can't you stop cumming?" he asked, knowing well he was the cause of it. He would make his son cum until it hurt. He would see if the greedy body could take it. "Apologize to me!" he demanded, grinding down into the weaker flesh, fully enjoying the decimal opening that had become a ring around his shaft.

 

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It was getting easier to gain a sense of confidence and arrogance while riding his father's cock, overpowering the overwhelming shame that was the consequences of his decisive actions, when his father's cock was hard and lubricating his insides with the evidence of his own pleasure. The fact that his own father held no qualms against the way Min-Su had decided to fix their communication was enough to spur him on further, to disobey and continue to chase the height of pleasure he had felt just a little while ago. It was addictive in its toxicity and how debased and wrongful it was. But how wrong could it be when it felt so right? Like his body had been created for this? It gave him a flash of power to throw that knowledge back in his father's face, to know that he wasn't the only weak to their own wiles and base desires. They were just animals in the end, victims to the lust that so quickly infested their brains. The world without didn't need to know of their transgressions and that was enough for little Minnie to continue to pump his hips and greedily seek his own pleasure. But it seemed his moment of insubordination was enough to trigger that violent side of his father, the side he saw in glimpses, but never was the full victim of his wrath. The calloused hand that suddenly gripped his throat was all he needed to know just how dangerous his father was and no matter their blood bond, he believed the threatening words that spilled forth from his father's tight lips, warning him of just how quickly he could end this all here.

That brief well of power disintegrated like ashes in his chest, humbling him instantly along with the burn of his lungs as oxygen was cut off to them. He would have swallowed if it were possible and the fearful white-eyed stare was enough to tell Junga that his son understood every syllable that had left his lips. Even so, that taste of danger somehow twisted something inside him enough to push him over the edge, blinding him in the euphoric glee of another powerful orgasm that ripped from his body like a new awakening. He was learning rather quickly some things about himself that he had never realized. On top of that, Min-Su knew that no other cock would ever be good enough any longer. He might not have been much of a size queen before, but that all changed now that his guts had been rearranged by the beast ravishing his innards. A shuddering gasp escaped him as oxygen flowed back into his lungs while his eyes fluttered and his face was screwed up in that state of bliss that came so momentarily afterwards. He was still riding that high when his eyes blinked open and came face to face with the dark disapproval shining in his father's eyes along with the degrading nickname that made his stomach twist, distraught.

Shame caused his cheeks and ears to burn redder than the flush that was already spread across his milky white complexion. That sense of wonder and delight at having one-upped his old man was gone and instead replaced with the fact he had once more disappointed the man. Just another tick in the lost list of failures he bore as Junga's only son. A wet noise escaped him as he was so easily tossed off of his father's lap and onto his side on the bed, panting from his exertion and the returned relationship with his own lungs. His legs were shaky and numb from two intense orgasms and he was tired, too tired to fight or protest when strong hands suddenly grabbed his hips and tossed him like a doll right onto his front, dragging his ass up in the air. He just pressed his face into the warm sheets beneath him, soaking them with his sweat and drool, as he felt exposed with his father's eyes boring into his raw, abused hole. It kept winking as if trying to entice the beast back in, the space too void and empty and desperate to be filled, even his own body was worn out. It seemed his punishment wasn't over and his father was determined to mark his backside much like the red prints upon his neck.

Sharp cries spilled from his lungs at each hard clap against his raised derriere. Each slap was harder than the last and he felt the jostling of his hips with each strike. The sting increased with every hit, sparking pain up his spine until his ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. A broken sob rumbled up his throat as he almost tried to pull his ass away from the abuse, but had nowhere to go nor energy to do anything more than accept his fate. It hurt worse the words that followed the spanking making his shoulders hunch up and fresh, new tears slither down his rosy cheeks. It seemed all he'd ever be was a disappointment to his father and it filled his heart with fresh pain and anguish, a yearning that he knew would never be satisfied, but at least he had his father here. Punishing him as he deserved, giving him what he wanted, what he needed, even if it was in a new twisted fashion. At least his father hadn't killed him, or tossed him out, he still wanted him. That was something to hang onto and that was what Min-Su did as he felt Junga fall on top of him, his cock spearing through his tender hole and fucking him into the mattress as he expressed and showed him just how angry he was with him.

All Minnie could do was take it. Just lay there and take the brutal fucking that irritated the raw prints upon his cheeks, that ground his soft inner walls and pinned his smaller cock between his body and the mattress. Even though he was still sensitive from his recent release, he found himself still getting hard again under the brutal assault. Which made him sob harder at the angered, confused frustration radiating off of his father as he plundered his hole. Was he expected to answer? Did he even have to explain why when it was his father's cock that was giving him quite the enlightening on what his body truly needed? The pain was worth it for the pleasure that was being written into his neurons because of it. Like his body was going to and was learning that it couldn't live with one without the other. That perhaps his body was always craving something so dark and twisted like this all along. "I'm sorry, Appa, I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He called out like a broken mantra, voice wet and trembling as he came again despite himself. Another strangled cry followed suit as he felt his hips continuously being slammed into the mattress, grinding him there without mercy. There was no way he was going to be walking properly in the morning or even sitting for the matter.

It was too much stimulation now, his body was sore and aching all over, along with his heart. He was no longer even thinking about Daniel or the breakup, but just his father's cock. His own failures, his lack as the only son in the Pat family, and just how good this felt. So much so that he had another, weaker and less voluminous release a few moments later. His whole body trembled from the effort and he lay there limp, letting his father continue his domination of his smaller body as he stared over his shoulder at him, feeling how close his father's face was with how he laid over him, and murmured. "Forgive me, Appa, I love you." He murmured, shaky hand searching and reaching out for the other, much larger one. Wanting, needing, some kind of comfort after all of the punishment. "Cum, Appa, fill me up. Let me know I pleased you at least like this. Even if its the only way I made you happy." He smiled wryly as he squeezed his anal muscles around the cock, sucking upon the meaty flesh with what reserves of energy he had to coax him over the edge.

 

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He liked seeing the confidence drain out of his son when he uttered just the smallest burst of authority. It used to be harder and harder, reprimanding the boy who used to cling to his every word. The more he needed to control the small person, with becoming an adult and being exposed to all the adult dangers of the world, Min-Su had drifted further from his father's guidance. And he'd been pushing his own freedom obnoxiously, even if there wasn't a bad bone in him - like he was some kind of rebel. Junga would rather correct his son's career path than his sexuality. But lately, Minnie had just done things seemingly to oppose his father. That's why now, when the little surety turned into instant submission was delicious to the older man. So when he grabbed his son's throat, and that was not only followed by a recoil of attitude but a blossoming of perversion and the accompanying lewd expression on the soft features, it pleased the Pat patriarch immensely. He fucked and choked the smaller body harder and allowed it no breath as spittle collected in the corner of Minnie's mouth. He chuckled darkly when his son came again, the poor underwear filtering another helping of young cum, pure in fertility but small in amount. Adorable, how that would never sire an heir.

And, like any weakling, Minnie was spent. It didn't matter to the larger creature. He still handled the lighter body and could feel how listless it was, obeying the tide's of his father's whims. The strengthless bones took whatever formation Junga wanted, and he loved being able to pose Minnie at will. With his ass up, Minnie was a work of art. The soft ass looked at him, perversely calling him in despite obviously having been strained by the merciless fucking. By the looks of his exhausted son, he hadn't even been able to be fucked well, despite having designed his entire life around the fact that he wanted cock. The man huffed like he always did, when Minnie did something unimpressive. He would have to teach the youth about his own body, too. Well, suppose it was his duty as his father. He saw the familiar reluctance in his son from having been railed thoroughly already, and the worry about the aspect of even more, unbidden pleasure. Junga was being stoked the same way as when there were bones to be broken and wills to subdue in his work.

The sounds Minnie made at being spanked were familiar, but they were heightened. Because Junga had never hurt him like this. The poor buttocks too delicate and smooth for this kind of violence, but that didn't stop the Pat beast from hurting the Pat fawn. In a way the man was very glad to finally get to expel his frustrations after having held back all the boy's life. Because Minnie deserved this. It was too late for it to reshape him into something harder, but at least it would teach the son to be the kind of child that would satisfy Junga. Maybe he had been too gentle with his son? Maybe he should not have thought of what he could do for his dear boy, but instead, what Min-Su could have done for him? There seemed to be a lilting aria of value in Minnie's reactions, that Junga had never seen before. The ruined panties his son wore were proof that this was giving Minnie something he'd been missing. It was certainly conducive to Junga himself. Maybe the strain between them had always been denying the monster in Junga, and the willing victim in Min-Su. Junga would explore it at his son's cost.

He moaned when he got ontop of Minnie again, flattening him against the bed. He knew it was a lot to take for his dear, single heir, but Minnie had shown him enough that he knew he didn't have to care about that. He coughed into Minnie's ear when the son's ass swallowed his cock back up. There was no doubt the sphincter had learned a new yawn as dad slid in to the hilt, pressing to compress Minnie's now crimson buttcheeks to get a few extra inches of depth to grind even more unexplored space inside his son's belly. He smelled his son's sweat off his black hair and couldn't help but laugh at the sweet notes there; pleasant, but entirely unmanly. The scrunching of the side of the face that Junga saw was more in emotional distress than physical. He loved his son for caring more about being judged by his father than actually being raped by him. He would foster this attitude in the little, budding slut. Hadn't he come in here wanting this? "Did you think it'd be easy to take my cock, Minnie?" he asked like Min-Su was stupid.

He had learned when Minnie was revving up for another climax, and of course he would. He was being fucked in his sensitive, gluttonous little hole while his little dick was being pushed into the mattress. The stimulation to the small package was more than before, when it had none, and then he'd still came twice. He didn't slow down, and loved hearing his son apologize while orgasming, adding that small but telling amount of seed to his father's bed. Junga brutalized the offered shithole and gave no indication of actually forgiving the greedy whelp who had become a combination of tight and slick tissues for his father's raging, hard flesh. With their shared blood, and now being the recipient of the fat cock, Minnie was made of more Junga than his mother now. His son begging was lovely. Just the kind of son he had always wanted. "You're really asking me for this after having been such a dirty boy?" he asked the sweet face trying to look back at him. He dug his hands into the mattress to get better height to his hips when he slammed down into the defenseless body. He gouged his son's intestines with continued punches to the inside of his stomach.

But he did cum. He came so hard his balls contracted and hurt. He spurted into his son to wash the filthy, tight corridor with even more filth. The sounds were angry, behind Min-Su, but it was the sound of his father loving him in the most primal way. The fucking was hard, of course, when Junga lost control and used his strength on the petite body. Harsh bouncing that eventually turned into long strokes and ragged breathing, spit dripping from his lower lips onto Minnie's shoulderblades. His cock rung. He knew his son had cum again, but that it was weaker. "Ahhhhh..." he breathed like Minnie had done something wrong, and then slowly pulled out of his son's anus. He smiled at the resulting, big hole, and inside he could see his deposit of seed, thicker than what his son could produce. He let his cockhead drip into it for a few moments, and he looked his crying, defeated son over as Junga was suspended by his own arms and legs over the small male.

"Tsk, tsk." he started eventually and got off, standing by the bed and watching his son. "Who taught you to be like this?" he asked. "DON'T GET OFF THE BED." he warned when Minnie moved. The small person was flattened to the mattress and with his red ass upward. "You moved out to fuck men, and you couldn't even get fucked properly so you came home to daddy?" he continued. Maybe he'd had more irritation built up than he thought. But he petted the sweaty mop ontop of his son's head eventually. "But you're home now. And dad will make sure you have what you need. IF you listen to me, okay?" he asked. "But you have to prove to me that you're good now. You have to help out at home while I'm at work, and you have to do what I say."

He sat down on the bed and easily scooped his son to lie against him as he reclined against the bedboard. He kept his arm around the petite collection of bones and petted his son's shoulder. His cock was now only half-full of blood. "You're going to take care of it now, okay?" he said and placed his son's dainty hand on his dick. "It's your responsibility. You have to study a real cock if you want to become a real man." These were not the lessons he'd ever set out to teach his child, but he was learning now that these were the things he wanted to teach Minnie.

 

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Min-Su had thought he had found his sexual awakening years ago while exploring his sexuality before getting serious with Daniel. But he was quickly learning that all of that paled in comparison to what his father was inspiring within him. No cock had touched all the places his father's was, had railed him so deeply that he felt he was pregnant with the cock. Even when his partners tried to be a little more rougher and assertive, they just didn't have the spine and threatening aura that radiated off of his father in droves. They were just boys pretending to be men, too soft and delicate in their own ways to perform. Back then it had been enough, he had been satisfied. They were fun, easy games, and safe. He had rebelled against his father's demands and it had felt good at the time to do so. To feel he had gained some control over himself and go beyond his parent's expectations. Of course he was quickly learning just how wrong he was and with each harsh slap to his ass, that lesson was being drilled right into him. It was like this offering had allowed his father to let loose all those years of frustration, of watching his son walk all over his advice, his guidance, and just turn his back on him as if he didn't mean as much as all those boys and parties he fancied. It felt good to be put in his place even if made him an emotional wreck and when his father got back on him, drilling his cock back into the crevice of his body, he felt a completely physical wreck as all he could do there was lay there and take it. His body past spent to be able to do anything more than accept the brutal pace his father set.

Despite being pushed beyond his limits and the pain that came with it, it didn't stop Minnie from enjoying it as guttural noises were fucked out of him. His father's mocking question had him shaking his head, but unable to voice a response. All that came was a whimpering moan, tears long dried up, but face still messy from them, his spit, and obscured makeup. None of it stopped him from cumming twice afterward, wringing everything out of his already spent body, as litanies of apologies were sobbed out for disobeying his father once more. Junga never gave any sign of forgiveness, which Min-Su hadn't expected he would and he felt hurt to know that he might have caused more emotional damage to his old man than he had realized, as the Pat patriarch destroyed his guts with his massive cock. He almost worried if he'd even be able to get tight again afterwards, but he brushed that thought aside to instead focus on his father, pleading for him to cum inside him. To use him for his pleasure, take it from him, because after all he had made the older man suffer, he deserved this reward.

Junga's taunting question made him whimper as he tried to gaze back at him, giving a lovely pout as he responded, "For you, Appa, want to make you happy-AH!" He yelped and cried out at how his father managed to slam even harder into him. It seemed impossible for someone to maintain such precision and strength after so long, to be able to drive himself so deep that Minnie nearly choked on it. Each slam of Junga's hips against his abused ass made him hiss and he was already panting from the exertion, as he clutched the sheets in a vice-like grip. His nails nearly dug holes into the fabric with how tightly he was holding on as his father used his body until he finally came, spilling his load deep into his bowels. And it was a large load, heavy and filling, expanding his abdomen with the dump, and triggered another final but weak orgasm from the smaller Pat boy. A garbled noise rose from his throat as he felt his body tremble, as if all the heat had suddenly left his body though he was thoroughly warm and sweaty from the workout. He felt his father's cock slowly pull out, unplugging his body and making his sphincter give a weak flex as if in protest. He felt more cum dripping onto his hole, feeling it trickle down over his taint and balls making him squirm but not much more.

Clarity was slowly returning to Min-Su's lust-fuzzy brain as he felt his father climb off the bed. It made him feel the need to follow, perhaps to scamper off to his room in shame, but then Junga quickly snapped at him to stay put. He tensed and immediately obeyed, even with his ass remained risen in the air as he whimpered. "N-Nobody, Appa." He answered weakly, eyes fluttering and wet, as he stared at his father, and listened to him berate him for his poor decisions. He couldn't even argue because that was sure how it appeared with how he had come home after all of this time and decided to suddenly climb onto his father and ride his cock. His cheeks were heated, but he gave no argument as he nodded his head to submit to the observation, letting out another little sob. "I did and I was wrong. I'm so sorry." He sniffled, feeling a sense of comfort when the same hand that had reddened his ass stroked his hair and he blinked as his father went on. The remark on being home now made his heart flutter and a small smile cross his soft face. Of course it came with a cost, but at this point he didn't care. He'd do anything to be able to stay here in his old home, with his father, and try to rebuild his life. He knew his father would take care of him, and now it would be even more than ever before.

"I'll listen, daddy. I promise. I'll take care of the house and you, like a good son." Min-Su vowed because it sounded more than reasonable to be able to live here once more. This time he wouldn't walk out on his father, wouldn't doubt any of his advice. He had tried to live independently of him and look how that had turned out? Minnie's heart soared when his father scooped him up and pulled him against his side, immediately snuggling into the warmth and solid frame his father's body provided. The embrace, the rubbing of his shoulder, soothed his racing heart and nerves, brought him down from the height of anxiety and lust to the point he didn't even care how filthy he was. He just settled his cheek against his father's shoulder and sighed contently, eyes fluttering shut briefly before he felt a large hand grab his own and guide it downwards. He watched his slender hand get placed onto his father's cock, impressed how it still remained half erect despite his recent orgasm, making him wonder if his father had the stamina of a god or something. The thought made him snicker to himself before he slowly and idly began patting the thick rod, as if he was petting a new pet, as he stared half-lidded at him. "I can do that, Appa. I'll take care of it. Real well." He smiled coyly up at his father and leaned up to peck his jaw before he settled back down.

His hand continued to lightly stroke the beast that had just ravished his insides until exhaustion finally caught up to him and he drifted off to sleep. His hand rested on top of Junga's groin as he slumbered, at least until the other man shifted or moved. Min-Su was out for the rest of the night, didn't stir until the first sign of light in the room. The weak curtains did nothing to stop the sunlight directing its rays right into his eyes, making him squint and groan. A sudden painful twinge from his lower back made him groan and wince, rolling onto his back. That only seemed to make him hiss and roll again to get off his ass which was still properly sore from the spanking. And not to mention the brutal fucking. Min-Su woke to feeling completely crappy with a slightly pounding headache, aches from all over but especially his ass, and feeling completely filthy from head to toe. It didn't take long to see why he felt that way as he opened his bleary eyes and saw the absolute filth between his legs and the crusty panties that absolutely needed to be thrown in the garbage. He groaned again and rubbed his forehead before looking over to see his father, which immediately brought back all of the memories of last night and the late night promises he had made before he passed out.

Minnie flushed all over at the realization that he had just fucked, or rather been fucked, by his father and was happy about it. That he had sworn to take him care of him and his cock whilst he lived here. Yet he didn't find himself riddled with disgust, instead he felt warmth in his chest especially when he recalled how his father had held him. He hadn't realized how much he had missed that and he quickly dragged himself over to hug the older man, pressing a light kiss to his mouth before he spoke. "Morning, Appa. Stay in bed. I'm going to whip you up some coffee and something to eat then I'll take care of this." He reached down to give his father's cock a promising squeeze before he dragged himself out of the bed. He immediately stumbled down to his knees the moment he tried to stand up and while he was down there, he pried the ruined panties off of him and tossed them away and grabbed his discarded robe from the ground. He definitely had to get to his old apartment sometime today to gather up his clothes and other belongings. For now though, he got himself back to his feet and limped his way out of his father's bedroom, wincing with every step and feeling the dried mess that had leaked down his thighs.

The kitchen was bare of essentials, but at least had enough to make coffee and some toast and bacon. He knew it wasn't much of a gourmet breakfast, but he figured he'd go grocery shopping too while he was out. It didn't take long to make his father his preferred coffee then heat up some bacon in the microwave to place over some buttered toast. Min-Su guzzled down some water for himself to take of his parched throat before making his way back to the elder Pat's room and had over the provisions. "Sorry it isn't much, I'll make a better dinner I promise!" He beamed, eager and hopeful for praise as he moved to settle between his father's legs. Soft hands caressed up his legs, over his knees, to his thighs. He gave the strong muscles a squeeze, appreciating the feeling of coarse hairs and stern muscles that certainly could crush even the likes of him if the older man wanted to. And between them stood at half-rise was the very cock that had obliterated his taste in others. He licked his lips unconsciously as he leaned forward. "You want me to suck your cock, Appa?" He questioned even as he leaned close, letting his warm breath fan over the cockhead, tongue flicking out to tease the glans, and taste the salty mix he found there.

 

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It was good to hear the apologies and feel his son shrink under the onslaught of the reprimand. It seemed Junga should always have lead all his lessons with his cock. Then Min-Su would have listened. Maybe he should have been more attentive to his son's signs. If he caught on earlier, and gave Min-Su this instead of all that passive understanding, then maybe there would have been a man instead of a boy, in his bed. By now, though, the son would have been terribly addicted to hard railings, if they'd started at an even younger age. It was not too late to make a productive family member of the little slut, but he probably needed a lot of fucking until he could resemble one. At least Min-Su had initiated this himself. Maybe it was his own cry for help. He had been craving his father's harder treatment and the need had boiled over. Junga could feel it in his son's ass, how willingly it took him. He punched down into it, cock lancing his son's guts repeatedly to the ugly noises of a pleasured, young Pat. He drove hard, and while Minnie cried and made sounds like he was suffering, Minnie kept cumming, too. What a little deviant. Well, if this was the only language Minnie understood, then his father would speak it loudly.

The poor little thing was still fully affected by the emotional storm that went with a good fuck. It didn't help that this was all forbidden and came with a healthy dollop of shame. Junga had decided not to take it to heart, but would press the taboo with Min-Su, every time it came up. They were beyond it, because Minnie had already decided without his father's say-so, but that didn't mean the young heart couldn't be reminded. Steadfastness in the moment doesn't always extend to quell guilt after the fact. His adorable, weak son was coming undone entirely, and the continued pleasure did not help the already frantic little mind. Junga was not going to hold back because of misplaced love anymore. He had done what he wanted to the lithe body, and Minnie was finally listening, after so long of just doing whatever the fuck he wanted in the night. Maybe now he'd realize that dad wasn't just right, but also right for him. If Minnie only respected cock, then he would learn that his father's deserved reverence.

It all was bearing fruit when Minnie submitted. Now, this was the son he'd always wanted. He might have added that he only wanted a pliable child who listened, and didn't need this bit about their skinship, but Junga was realizing it was ideal. He knew that he swelled with anger, sometimes, and how that could cut him off from people that meant a lot to him. Now, every time he was frustrated or otherwise affected, he had a source of relief. And since Min-Su would doubtlessly be the reason for it, it was a good way to teach the young petite the consequences of being a cunt. So he did pet his son when his gave in, and promised to be all the things the father needed. After having taken dad's cum in his now stretched little asshole, tailored to his father's girth, it seemed the boy was cleansed of all that rebellion. Maybe regular fuckings would keep Min-Su's mind right. To think Junga had been wrong all those years, opting for a kinder, softer upbringing, that had only made his son a brat.

And while they cuddled up together, he thought that maybe Min-Su was a good kid after all. But he realized when the smaller male fell asleep that there was a lot left to teach him. He had been compliant, but that's just because he'd been fucked within an inch of his life. There was more work to do. This time around, Junga would raise him right. Raise him how Junga wanted him to be raised. If Min-Su was receptive, then he would get fucked as a reward, and if he didn't, well, the technical outcome would be the same, but he'd be worse off for it. As with many of the trafficked girls, Junga knew how to break a spirit and how to life it up, even when they had to sell their bodies. He petted his son's hair as the boy slept against him, small hand resting on the cock. Junga had forgotten how small Min-Su was. He felt breakable against him, but he'd held up pretty well to the cock, hadn't he? It was good that Minnie was sturdy, given what future he'd signed himself over to, trusting his life to his father again, and making it known just how Minnie liked to be controlled and corrected. It would be enjoyable to the father too.

It felt strange to fall asleep while his son was on him like this, the small fingers relying on his cock for comfort. But also familiar and warm. Junga slept well and deep. He was used to the light coming in, since he had to sleep during the day a lot, but he did wake when his son stirred. He couldn't help but smile and nod in praise at the boy who seemed eager to finally be the son that Junga wanted. Seeing him falter around out of the bed was endearing instead of infuriating, and the man liked to have his cock touched early in the morning. Over the years it hadn't been impossible to make Minnie do the right thing, but it certainly was hard, and never rewarded with a smile. But since sense had been fucked into him, Minne was more than elated to follow through on his new commitments. The dad sighed when he ended up alone in the room, and looked around to see a changed world that looked largely the same. He had found a bridge to the next generation. Who thought it would be so primal as just fucking ideas into your son?

He would lie if he said he didn't like how messed-up Min-Su was from his cock. He would have felt sympathy but he just thought it served the perverted little shit right. After all, now he'd stay here so Junga could take care of him, he wouldn't have to worry about Minnie again. And if that was true, then the price was easy to pay - give the boy suffering to get him on the right path, which for now would just be pleasing his father, and teaching him responsibility by taking care of something important. It would help that Minnie now worshipped his cock.

And that was apparent when he came back. Minnie had never made him breakfast before. The man sat up against the bedboard and cleared his throat with a bit of surprise. The tray was placed on the pillow beside him, and he was already chewing on a corner of the toast when Minnie continued his offer. It was obvious the son was being serious about turning a new leaf. "You're turning out to be a good son." he said, answer enough to allow his son to continue. It was good that Minnie did it on his own initiative, it showed that he was maturing into the role of his father's cock-slave.

As Junga ate, and sipped on his coffee, which was just right - he made an enthusiastic sound to show that - he looked down as his eager son. The flesh would be rigid soon, becoming the mast Min-Su had goaded to erection in its sleep yesterday. It'd still have traces of ass on it, especially when activated with the young man's mouth, but you can't be picky when you got a responsibility to uphold. "Today Appa is going to work. You will stay at home and clean. You are my son, but you're also my girl, so I want you to dress the part." he had quite liked the perverted underwear Min-Su had sported yesterday, and liked the idea of keeping his son in girl's clothes, especially when doing domestic chores.

But for now he'd enjoy a cozy morning breakfast, with a bacon toast, perfect coffee, and his son's soft mouth on his cock.

 

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It certainly felt like a new day when the sun came in and woke him up. Like a new chapter was being written and mostly written by his father's cock. Who knew that was what Min-Su needed to get on the right track? To get his mind off of boys who just played silly games with his heart, not understanding the severity of their actions, while his father was certain, steady, and driven by his own innate force? Min-Su knew no one would understand the complexity of the situation, nor did he truly understand what had been switched in his brain, but he no longer felt saddened by the break up. More just pissed at Daniel and content that he found a much more satisfying solution to his problem. Which was to have his brain cleared of all those pathetic, weak lovey-dovey thoughts and replaced by something more organic and sincere. He had thought he hated his father's discipline, hated his sometimes soft and dismissive reactions to his own bratty attitude. Perhaps this whole time he had wanted a stronger reaction from the older Pat. It wasn't unsurprising for a young son to test the authority of their father and he had poked and prodded the bear, not knowing exactly the response he wanted, but never feeling happy with the results. He had just told himself he hated not being heard or understood, blamed it on a variety of other things rather than accepting that Junga was trying a 'gentler' approach to him because he was his son and he certainly could have put him in a world of hurt a long time ago, but beyond the pinches and verbal lashings, he never did. The spanking last night and the brutal fucking had proven that Hoyoung Pat was more than capable of it.

Which his ass was happily reminding him with every step. The more he moved, the less it ached but he knew he was going to be feeling it all morning, perhaps even all day. He was sticky, gross, messy in every way, but his father was priority and he had already promised him breakfast in bed. It was the least he could do for the man inviting him back home when he could have easily just sent him on his way again. It would have been a punishment he would have expected from the man before, but perhaps having his cock ridden so well and drained had changed his father's perspective as it had changed his own. Perhaps their souls had once more connected, bonded on a whole different level. Which was how he was able to smile as he brought the meager breakfast to his father and watched as he set the tray aside on the pillow beside him while he climbed onto the bed between his father's legs. It seemed his father was receptive to the attention he was already gracing his sleepy, but interested cock which only encouraged him further, which probably wasn't a good thing in most cases because as his father knew, he could get quite greedy when he was given something he enjoyed.

The praise he received had him lifting his head from his prize and blinked almost owlishly at his father before a slow smile raised the corner of his lips. "Thank you, Appa." He didn't often hear that especially with the litanies of disappointment he heard last night, but he hoped that he could continue to change his father's mind on him. He could be a good son, could become everything his father wanted and needed of him, and he'd prove that. With his mouth. While the older Pat nibbled on his toast and sipped his coffee, Minnie stroked his hand up the long, veiny shaft, thumb pressing against the underside of the glans and squeezing the head as his tongue dragged over them. The tip teased the slit them swiveled around the glans, tasting last night's juices all over the flesh. It was a heady mix of his anal juices and his father's cum and he moaned as he sank the first couple inches into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked on his father's cock like it was the sweetest lollipop he had ever tasted. His hand continued the stroke the inches he couldn't yet fit into his mouth, bobbing his head for a few short minutes before popping off with a rather lewd sound. A trail of saliva connected his lips to his father's glistening cock as he raised his coal-circled eyes up to the older man.

"Mm I can do that, Appa. I gotta get my belongings from the apartment right away but it won't take long. I know I have the perfect outfit to surprise you with!" Min-Su declared with a twinkle in blue eyes. The most apparent trait beyond his beauty that he had gotten from his Russian mother. He wiggled his tiny hips in the air as he returned to the task of sucking his father's cock. He swallowed and relaxed his throat as he swallowed him down. He managed half of the hardened prick in his mouth, the head encroaching into the top depths of his throat. The esophagus muscles flexed and squeezed around the cockhead as he fastened his lips around the shaft. Stifled moans filtered up his throat to vibrate against the cock resting and flattening his tongue. He could just barely bob his head as he dropped his hand to grasp and roll Junga's heavy sac around in his palm, tugging and lightly pinching as he closed his eyes, doing his best to give his father the best oral performance of his life. Even if it meant choking himself a little. Spit was foaming around the corners of his mouth and slathering down the rest of the older man's cock before he finally pulled back until just the tip was trapped between pretty pink lips. He slurped, teased his slit to greedily lap at the pearls he had conjured there, then shoved his head down again to practically choke himself on the masterpiece cock, knowing his jaw and throat was going to hate him after all was said and done.

 

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It was a luxury just to stay in bed. Usually Junga would have things to do. He was either to or from tasks, since the time in between didn't matter much to him. Sure, he had some pleasures in his life, but they usually had something to do with the job, too. After all, pretty much all the ass he got these days were from those who owed the syndicate he was under. While those jobs were dealt to members who did well, they were still part of what must be done, a never ending list. Because the Pat father had proved himself over and over, he had long since been stamped with the moniker of Loyal, and enjoyed the perks, even if he stayed a grunt. And loyal grunts get to do their job by fucking. That's what Min-Su had felt yesterday; a man who got skinship mostly by punishing people, forcing them to pay up, or humiliating them enough that they'd rather let go of their money than go again. While the father had taken it easy on his son, there had been an instinct to fuck him raw. It said something that Minnie had taken to it so well. The father was glad to be compatible with his son, but he also couldn't help but think of the beautiful boy a bit like he thought of the trafficked people he just used and threw away.

So yes, when he got to remain in bed while having breakfast, it was better than most mornings. Naked and fed, he looked down at his son who seemed content with his own morning meal. The adorable little face was going about his father's cock so well. He remembered praising Minnie before this, trying to reinforce with love, but it hadn't really helped in altering the path Minnie had chosen for himself. He infact hadn't listened all that well to either arguments or kinder words. But now, when the dear boy had been fucked to tears and his asshole had been brought to a new level of elasticity, suddenly his father's approval was worth so much. Junga would have lied if he didn't feel accomplished, having finally tamed his son's heart with his cock. To think it was the missing aspect between them. Maybe Minnie had always shown signs of it? Well, now the cock and his son would certainly be close knit family members.

And watching now, with bacon and coffee in his mouth, he was also proud Min-Su wasn't just honoring and worshipping his father, studying and enjoying the big cock - but Minnie was also cleaning up his own mess form yesterday. Both the criminal's need to demean and humiliate coupled with his need to see his son become a responsible man, were being satisfied. Fuck, did Minnie look like a slut when he explored and then ate the cock. Junga growled pleasantly as he licked crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Minnie was unabashed, tasting and wiping and wringing that cock with his tongue. The small hands looked good on the log of a dick, and Min-Su was good with his little mouth. The whores paid for by the syndicate were so business-minded about it, but it looked as though Minnie was trying to make this last. Part of the father was also happy to serve up something that his son found delicious. It was a whole new dimension to their connection. This was the closest he'd ever felt to his son. How strange that they would bond over the father's girthy cock, when they'd struggled with earnest emotions for so long.

His little boy went harder at it, and when he popped off to confirm his obedience, Junga nodded. "Mmm. That's a good boy. Appa will be glad to see it." he said with the kind of placating, softer voice reserved for a child who does well. And then he swallowed when Min-Su took more of the cock. He Tsk'ed but it was a proud sound, at the slutty activity Minnie was pushing himself through. He reached down to pet the black hair and look down at the reddening blue eyes as the mouth and throat was crammed. He shifted at the skill and enthusiasm, and his balls contracted a bit to produce a wave of pree right into Minnie's stomach when they were palmed. He felt intimate with his son, learning the anatomy of his upper digestive system. "Fuck." he hissed and wiped hair back from Minnie's forehead to look him in the eyes as his mouth was full of dick. "My son's such a good cocksucker." he breathed and then sighed when Min-Su pulled off it. And then he held on to that hair and forced Minnie down further. He groaned darkly when he got to see his son's nose in his pubes. "Look at appa." he said sternly, and held the boy there until he trembled before letting him up.

He then ate the rest of the food while he let Minnie do whatever he wanted with his cock. Because when the last bite was dealt with, the father pushed the tray away. The way he looked down on his son would let Minnie know what would come next. "Don't spill a drop." he said, with a bit more firmness than before. The man really enjoyed having the full attention and obedience of his son. And then he growled. Minnie had earned it. Even if he wanted his son to feel accomplished, Junga also wanted to show what a man his father was. So he tensed up inside with each shot, consciously trying to prolong the very welcome, pleasant morning orgasm, to both boost the amount and the pressure with which he impregnated his son's mouth. If Minnie did spill, that'd just a be testament to Junga's verility, and if he didn't, Minnie would have earned himself a kiss on the head.

Either way the man would have to leave the boy, orally satisfied but otherwise very likely frustrated, in the bed as he got up. After all, "Appa has to go to work." he cooed, softly, as he got dressed in front of the littler Pat. How would the cute, blue eyed male feel now, when that big toy he'd become so attached to was packed up? Minnie hadn't always been good with parting with things he liked. But, you don't become loyal from being lazy, staying home to fuck when there is job to be done. "There is money in the drawer." he assured the young Pat. It did feel a bit like he was treating his son like a whore, and undoubtedly, the beautiful male had acted like one, but the father meant it affectionately. After all, if Minnie was going to take care of the house, then he needed the funds. "Appa will be back to see what you've done." Despite wanting his son back in his life, it was hard to let go of the tone where Minnie had to earn it.

 

[oropherion]

Min-Su was eager to show off his skill to his father, even said skill was simply by sucking the life out of him through his cock. He wanted to do something to prove to his father that he knew more than just dancing, applying makeup, and being dolled up in all the frills. He hadn't earned a trophy in being number one in sports, or proven himself mighty and fit in something like karate, or being handy with tools and machinery. His claim to fame was his drag performances, his sex appeal, his ability to engage with an audience and woo them. It was a different skill and at least it was becoming useful to pleasing his father in a more carnal way. A different kind of worship. A skinship that neither of them had banked on having growing up, but was becoming clear now that they might have needed. It was a sinful bond, but Min-Su's whole being and life was made up of sin, so what was adding one more to the list? It wasn't like he was banking on going to Heaven and he highly doubted his non-religious father felt he was too. Plus it felt powerful to make the older man succumb to pleasure like this, to listen to him growl positively and make noises that were complimentary to his work. It was like the cheers from the audience after a great performance, shouts of adoration and praise, but these were more silent and a lot more powerful and held more significance than mere strangers. His father had been his whole world once, and was slowly becoming his whole world again.

Minnie could only smile more when his father announced he'd be eager to see what outfit he had in mind and go right back to devouring his cock with purpose. After all, it was his breakfast while his father enjoyed the little meal he had prepared for him. To know the older Pat man was satisfied with the meager substance along with his performance was enough encouragement for the bratty and greedy son. Sometimes sucking dick had become work, that sometimes he hadn't been so enthused with previous partners, but he was enthusiastic this morning. After all, he had quite a sizable piece of meat to eat and fill him up. Something no other partners could provide nearly as well. It really made his personal choices seem like jokes while his mouth and hands worshiped this massive totem of flesh. How did his father pack this every day? It was amazing and he slurped and choked on it to the point his eyes grew wet, but his father seemed to love it by the way he patted the top of his head. It made him hum in delight around the thick prick before he felt a nice shot of pre squirt down his throat. He moaned again as he greedily slurped, drawing his lips up along the long shaft until he popped off with a gasp and a whine. "And now your cock sucker," he giggled before he felt his hair twine in a firm grasp and his head get shoved back down. He was smart enough to open his mouth and relax his throat as the older Pat's cock was jammed down his throat once more, making his limbs twitch and muscles spasm and eyes roll back.

The command to look at his father made him snap his eyes open and focus on his father's flushed face. Even as he was suffocated on his cock, he kept his gaze up through his lashes, while his mouth was full. His father had always told him not to talk with his mouth full. His lungs were starting to burn and scream at him, nose buried in his father's pubes and smelling his sweat and musk in its purest form. It made him feel dizzy and heady from arousal as he drank of the scent all while being pushed close to his limit. Then the grip loosened and he was able to come up for air, mouth and chin wet with drool as he gulped down air quickly before going back to service his father's cock like the greedy whore he was. He didn't care how it appeared anymore, he was hungry and the praise was an addiction and his father's cock had imprinted itself right into his body and brain. Made it all he could think about right then as he swallowed him down. His father's deep voice paired with the gaze was all the signal he needed and Min-Su nodded as he drew his lips back to the tip. He knelt there and opened his mouth, his father's cock resting on his extended tongue as he let him dump his load down his throat. His greedy lips worked to capture every drip, doing his best not to let it spill as it filled his empty gullet. A few specks dripped from the corner of his lips, but his tongue was quick to dart out and clean it up, like one would lick away icing from a cake. He, himself, looked flushed and wrecked, body trembling from his own arousal with his small cock pulsing needily between his thighs. Even his asshole clenched, almost in hope, as he watched the man rise up, only for that hope to be dashed as the older man began tucking himself away.

Min-Su was disappointed to see the glorious cock be hidden away once more, not being used to satisfy him like he had felt last night. His ass was sorely missing that proper fucking, but he understood his father's duty. The pitiful expression didn't last long as he bounced and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed as his father pointed out where the was some money. "Thanks, Appa. Have a good day at work and return home in one piece." He chuckled as he watched his father depart. Taking a breather to calm himself down, he ignored his own cock and made a quick detour to his car to grab his overnight bag before hurrying up into the bathroom. He managed to take a quick hot shower, scrubbing himself completely clean from the makeup on his face to the cum plastered between his cheeks and thighs. Then he brushed his teeth thoroughly and brushed his hair back into a ponytail. He would do himself up later once he got dressed up in the outfit he had promised his father. For now, he got dressed in a simple pair of black sweat pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a jacket before he grabbed the money from the bedside drawer, stuffing it into his wallet, and grabbing his keys before darting out.

The apartment he lived in with Daniel was about a twenty minute drive and when he got there, Min-Su took a few deep breaths as he let himself in with his key. Unfortunately for him, Daniel was there eating his breakfast at the table. He got up to speak, but Minnie just ignored him and grabbed garbage bags from under the sink. "Hey, Min, please I just...."

"Shut it, I don't want to hear it. You said enough last night." Min-Su snapped, glaring at his ex before stomping into the bedroom. He began stuffing all of his clothes into garbage bags, taking a little more care to bag up his costumes and wings into suitcases he had purchased in the past. Then he began packing up all of his makeup, shoes, accessories, electronics and anything small and portable that he could take with him. Daniel watched him the whole time, still trying to talk, but Minnie had tuned him out as he tossed him the key and immediately left without further word. He tossed his belongings into his trunk and backseat before getting in to drive away, but not before blocking and deleting Daniel's number. He made a quick stop at the grocery store, picking up food and cleaning supplies before heading back to his father's home. It took about an hour to fully unpack everything including most of his own belongings. Then at least a good thirty minutes for him to get dressed in the outfit and do his makeup. The outfit being a very short maid's dress, the skirt barely a few inches longer than his waist paired with a frilly white apron, black panties, black thigh high stockings, black heeled dress shoes, and finally matched with a frilly headband he clipped on. His hair had been neatly brushed and styled into a tight bun, just a few loose and curly strands framing his face. His makeup was simple and neat, choosing a smokey eyed look with glossy pink lips. He finished the look up with a pair of tight white gloves and posed a little in front of the mirror. His ass could easily been seen depending on how he moved and bent and his father would find a nice little hidden surprise underneath his panties; a plug.

Satisfied, Min-Su immediately got to work cleaning the house starting with the second floor and working his way down. His body was still feeling the remnants of last night, still being tender and sore in the ass, but working quickly got his mind off of it. Sweeping, vacuuming, scrubbing and doing laundry was done first. He straightened out both the bedrooms as much as he could then worked his way down into the living room to straighten it up, clean up any junk, dust, and the like before moving onto the kitchen. It was already getting later into the afternoon whilst he worked in there. A box of pre-made lasagna and some garlic bread had been stuck into the oven while Minnie cleared the counter tops, reorganizing spices, and throwing away any old, rotten, expired food and products. By the time Junga would get home, the house would smell fresh and clean despite its aged appearance, mingled with the aroma of pasta and garlic. He would also find Min-Su on his knees bent over, half in a cabinet scrubbing the walls clean whilst listening to K-Pop music blaring from his phone, his ass waving in the air in tune with the music, panties being eaten by two soft globes.

 

[Verse]

He had missed this. Not that this particular thing had ever happened before, but the feeling of his son wanting to please him. Like it was both a game and a necessity. He had been an object of worship, as it is with all sons to their fathers, but that time, along with the happiness of it, was long since gone. It had happened gradually, so there wasn't really a moment of blissful connection followed by one where it was void. But he knew when he didn't have it anymore. Junga had always exuded violence, so there was always that kind of respect surrounding him, but since Min-Su wasn't really subject to any physical vengeance, there was little reason for the boy to fear his father. And Junga realized there was precious little other to their relationship then, once the rose tinted lenses of boyhood came off. In Junga's line of work, and eventually the life style that came with it, it was paramount to throw your weight around. It was the only way he communicated with other males. And as Min-Su refused to grow into anything near applicable to that, their relationship had always suffered. Once his dependence on Junga faded, their interests drastically diverged. Irreparably, they became their own men.

But they found something they both liked now. It was strange that meeting Minnie half way, was just pushing himself in completely. Maybe the truth had always been too simple for the father to understand. Maybe him keeping his son from this had been the very reason for their rift. And now, once the limit had been breached, Junga couldn't remember why he had set these boundaries for them in the first place. Something as pretty as his son; of course it wanted to be appreciated and used for what it was. And while Junga got to feel respected, and in charge, and like his son was lovely and elastic and willing on the inside - it was the love that came off the boy that fascinated the parent the most. It got lost in more primal things along the way, but surfaced now and then when he got to look down at Minnie, and his best efforts. It seemed pure, almost, because what spells out 'I love you, dad' more than actually sucking your dad's cock? Maybe Junga had been afraid of what he'd do to this grown, beautiful version of his son. But it was clear that Minnie wanted exactly what had been kept from him.

In a way it did feel like raising Minnie again. But in a way the man understood. Because now Minnie listened. How perfect he looked, looking up at him with his throat bulged from dad's cock, blue eyes over a mustache of pubes. When he trembled the vibrations translated into the fat cock currently marinating in throat-juices. Min-Su could be so compliant when there was good dick involved. And it didn't feel bad, ordering him around, since this was all the boy wanted, anyway. Junga saw how Minnie was savoring his smell, which was both intimate and perverted. There was no distress when he let his son go and let him breathe again. Min-Su understood this interaction all too well; the humiliation and the rewards. They had never been more synced with an activity. They both wanted Junga's pleasure. And he'd be lying if he didn't like that he'd turned his son and his little cock on. But he still let himself have all the rapture he wanted, dumping seed into his hungry offspring's stomach directly. It seemed unlikely Minnie would be able to take the load, but he damn well did, and it didn't even give him much pause. A strange, dark kind of pride washed through the father, looking at the perfect release his child had become.

The disappointment in Minnie's face was heartbreaking, and almost made the father stay. He didn't know if denying the boy was a good choice this time around, but the man knew he wanted to teach the youth to appreciate his cock even more. Yes, there was no reason to turn Minnie into a strong man anymore. All that could be done was to make him the kind of man Junga wanted him to be. And the small-dicked, ass-wagging toy was a much better fit for the career criminal than any independent, fight-ready lad. He was happy to foot the bill and had a last look at Min-Su, for the cockhungry creature he turned out to be, before leaving.

His day was wrought with violence. Sometimes it was just the threat of it, standing guard, but two meet-ups went south. One they had to actually cut themselves out of. He found that he had energy for it all. And he knew it wasn't just because he'd had a homemade breakfast. Some of the thugs he worked with asked why he had been smiling all the way through, and the man shrugged with a grin as he collected his day's pay, which even his fellow enforcers agreed had a well-earned bonus ontop. They knew Hoyoung's son was back, and also that he'd always loved that boy very much, but they still thought the smile was a bit sinister, and suspected there must be something else that kept the legman so up. He was sure they'd learn in time.

He, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get home. He usually had a good check on his libido, given how often temptations that must not be explored were thrown at him in his line of work, but today he could barely contain himself. Suppose the love for his boy and the bounties of that small body was siren calling him back. And when he did come back, he knew things were different by the light in the windows. The frame of the idyll was still the same old boards and the metal roofing, his son could not do carpentry to save his frail little life, but the order Junga could see through the glass was new.

He came inside and shrugged out of his rough leather jacket. He only had on the sweater and the black jeans from this morning, intentionally form fitting to make him look menacing but also to optimize movement. All of the hardware he used for his job clunked to the floor with the jacket, the outwear now becoming the only point of disorder in this neat home. He could hear his son's voice amplified by the box of the cabinet, and found him easily. Upon seeing Minnie with his ass out, the chock of arousal hurt Junga's stomach. He swallowed at the enticing display of the plug lodged between those cheeks, that he was already so familiar with and fond off. He looked at the food and felt hunger creeping in, but instead opted to sneak up behind his son.

In one motion, he reached inside to grab his son's scalp without undoing his hair. It was to make sure a jerking startle wouldn't bang that pretty head against the inside of the cabinet, but also to subdue Minnie. His other hand of course went to the boy's ass. This maid get-up was hitting just the right spots, and the perversion of it actually being his son who thought of it himself was very daunting. He grabbed onto one of the buttcheeks, fingers from the same hand brushing against the plug. Without letting Minnie respond, he pushed his son's head down further and thus raising the ass so he could examine the plug more. Before long, Minnie would be listening to his music with the side of his face against the bottom of the cabinet, and his ass being teased, the plug being slowly pulled, to have the pretty little anus spit the plug out.

 

[oropherion]

It had been a while since the home had been so lovingly touched by a feminine hand. While Minnie bore a cock between his legs, the house could barely tell there was any masculinity within it with the older Pat gone. While it was clear his father at least managed to use his carpentry skills to good use and keep the framework and maintenance of his home in order, the inside was a disaster. It wasn't the worst Min-Su had ever seen, mostly just dusty and littered and a little unorganized, but nothing he couldn't fix. It was actually work he was finding himself enjoying, watching his childhood home be almost restored to its former glory. The only thing was it would never hold that old familial warmth it had when he was just a toddler with both his mother and father doting on him. When his mother was around, there were always warm, fresh meals morning, afternoon, and night. Everything was organized and a strict schedule set in place even for babysitter's that would have to take over his care while both parents were busy with work. Everything had been normal and like it should have been. So many of those old memories stained the walls and surfaces of this place that every now and then, Min-Su would pause and just recall them, feeling a tinge of sadness grip his heart. A part of him blamed himself for creating this dysfunction in their family, in causing the separation between his parents, and now he was the cause of this new shift in relations with his own father. Like what normal son would dress up in a skimpy maid's uniform eager for their parental figure to get home, catch him, and rail him?

Min-Su shook those thoughts from his head as he worked his way into the kitchen. There was plenty of more work that would need to be done, but he figured he had plenty of time to accomplish those tasks over the next couple of days. At least for now, the floors would be swept and mopped, most of the dusting was done, bathrooms were cleaned, and laundry was getting worked on. The next project was making sure the kitchen was up to snuff because that was one of the most important places of any household. A lot of bonding over meals would happen here, or had. Minnie wasn't so sure if they'd share meals that often in this small kitchen, but regardless he had lasagna and garlic bread cooking for whenever his father returned home. He hoped that even if his father had a bad day that coming home to a freshly cleaned place and a warm meal would cheer him up. Even more so, he hoped his getup made him even happier. The aches in his feet and lower back were more than worth the effort. He knew he could have easily done the job without the shoes, but they completed the look and he was nothing if not very particular when he dressed up. If he was going to do something like this, he was going to go all out and yes even to the point of inserting a plug to make sure that he was good and ready for his father's glorious cock.

Being bent into the cabinet with music going, Min-Su did not hear the front door opening or his father's utility belt being dropped to the floor. He might complain later (if his brains didn't get completely fucked out of his skull) about the mess after he had just cleaned, but for now he just sang along to the songs and scrubbed. It seemed his father knew full well what would have happened had he not taken precaution because as soon as Minnie felt a hand on the back of his head, he did jump and his head would have smashed the top of the cabinet had the hand not protected him and forced him into submission. Even without looking back, he knew that hand too well to know it was his father having finally returned home. "Appa," he greeted as he smiled to himself, knowing the man had clearly seen his little 'secret' as he was forced down until his cheek resting against the freshly cleaned cabinet floor and his ass raised up quite high for his father's viewing pleasure. He wiggled his hips a little, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine when a large hand grasped his cheek and calloused fingers brushed over the hilt of the plug. His hole clenched around the silicone toy as he stifled a moan.

"Was this what you had in mind?" Minnie asked coyly as he tried to peak back over his shoulder, but the lip of the cabinet obscured his father's features and what he was expressing. A loud moan of surprise and delight escaped his lips as he felt the plug slowly drag out of his body, scraping along his sensitive walls and making his cock give a small spurt of pre in his panties, and left his hole fluttering and winking at his father. Clearly begging to be filled again, but preferably something larger and fleshier. "Mm, hope you liked my little surprise. Wanted to keep myself nice and ready for you~" he lilted, head bobbing with what little room he could manage with the hand pressing him down. "Just...don't let the food burn." He snickered as he covered a cough as a particular inhale caused the aroma of cleanser to filter up his nostrils. Reminding himself that he had been in the middle of cleaning. His fingers clutched the sponge in his right and the bottle of cleaner in the other before releasing them. He wiggled his hips again as he smirked, "Like what you see, Appa?"

 

[Verse]

The startle Junga felt was not horror. He controlled the motion of his son's head to keep it from bruising, which seemed a strange priority given what he was about to do. The asshole looking back at him, currently delightfully choked by the toy, had taken worse. He lamented on the perversion of this moment, and the fact that his son was letting it all happen. But he wouldn't abstain from it. He would indulge. He'd had quite the day, and this all felt right. Whatever frustrations he had for Min-Su could come out as well as the love. This evening was for further exploring what they liked, and to keep making the foundation for what they'd be. He only wanted the best for his boy, but they had always had this friction between the world Junga worked in - which had been his life for the longest time - and the life that Minnie knew and lived in. Maybe they could be the same. The flashes of aggression that were as much part of Junga's rhythm as the tender moments for his boy, could find their place in his relationship with his son too. They could be honest with each other; Junga about his violence, and Min-Su about his proclivities.

Junga wondered if the juxtaposition hadn't been part of what chased away Mina. She had met him while he was his worst self, and maybe his change from that man had also displaced her, along with her conflict with her son. Junga had to take their child's side in this, but wasn't these current events proof of that perhaps Mina had been right about Min-Su distracting beauty? It was certainly preferable she be gone now, when all this was unfolding. Partially because he didn't want to break her heart all over, but also because she had the nastiest I told you so voice he'd ever heard. Junga would just have to enjoy what she had left him. He had dreamt about visiting her and see what he could salvage, but now it seemed so useless. It was unfair to Mina, but what could she offer that he couldn't find here, in this cramped cabinet? Min-Su complied to the force, and left his pretty ass right there, that hole waiting to be liberated and then oppressed and stretched again. As a father he should say something about such greed, but it wasn't like the perverted youth hadn't earned it.

So when the little ring yawned to let go of the object, the expansion and then contraction of the circular muscle didn't just look well-trained; it looked obedient. He hummed with satisfaction and thought of how well it had taken him when he was startled awake, last night. He was a bit proud of his little son for taking his father's big cock. If it was what it took to rekindle and steer his son back to the right path, which was by his father's side, then Junga would gladly deal out fuckings that would leave the smaller Pat listless and happy. Even if there'd be plenty of pain in it. Minnie was taking to the role of housekeeper better than the dad thought. Junga would have been happy for any kind of direction and discipline in Min-Su's life, but it did say something about the boy that this house was the best Junga could remember it. He sighed, filling up with a tender pride, looking into the folded up fuck-toy right there in the cabinet, waiting for whatever Junga decided. He would indulge, and in doing so, know that his son was better for it. It really was the best of two worlds.

The chipper voice that his son replied with seemed even more lewd given the situation, like all of this was normal. But Minnie had never spoken to him with that tone, because this entire life was new to them both. When had he tried to be welcoming to his father like this? There was a perverse pride to the sound, too. While Junga knew it was all justified, he couldn't help but be grated by how depraved his son was. And what that reflected in himself. Looking at the asshole that revealed his son's dear desire, he dropped the plug. The silence was a bit tense, a bit like when he'd hold his breath before chasing after to tickle Minnie. His pretend angry silence. And in it, Minnie would be able to hear the unbuckling of pants and the sliding of exactly that bigger, fleshier thing the little one's ass was asking for. Junga gritted his teeth, looking down at the fully standing rod. He was just as bad as his son, wasn't he? He spit on the fat head and let it nuzzle the elastic and willing crevice.

He groaned at the pretty sight of the small penis letting go of some pree into the panties. He slapped Minnie's ass once. "Of course this what I want." he said before starting to push. His cock popped into the hole it had already become acquainted with and started to fill the little body up without waiting. He remembered yesterday when Minnie had been warmed up when he woke to his bouncing. His petite son was a beast, who could take a lot. Soon he was all the way down to the hilt, buried in his slut. The outfit was almost enough to bring him over the edge. He held on to Minnie's hips and backed off a bit, pulling him with. He wanted to see his boy, and backed until the head was visible. Without Junga hand on it, Minnie was able to lift it, if he wanted. Junga slapped the asscheek again. Minnie had done everything right, but that didn't mean Junga would abstain from his impulses to wreck this pretty maid. He started fucking rhythmically, intentionally making the impact of his hips into his son's ass a little harder. He looked around the kitchen and nodded.

"You've done so well, Minnie." he said with a deep conversational voice, undisturbed as he started clapping his thighs against the back of Minnie's a little faster. Long strokes of the cock in the increasing frequency. He knew where to target, and he didn't wait. He wanted Minnie to cum before him, to get him nice and loose, before he filled the asshole up himself, for the first time tonight. He was hungry, and eating after cumming was the best. Minnie had cooked well, it seemed. Now he needed to serve too.

 

[oropherion]

His father hadn't said a word since entering the kitchen and making his presence known, hadn't responded to Min-Su's greeting nor any of his chatter and it was almost unnerving. With his head hidden within the cabinet, he really couldn't decipher his father's reaction, but he at least seemed to appreciate the visual by the way he was groping him. That was enough to make him put himself on display more, even if he was already forced to be bent down low, ass up, and hole ready. It made his heart race in both nervous anxiety and excitement, especially when the silence allowed him to hear his father unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock. A short breathe of elation was expelled past his parted lips as he waited, anticipating the older man's next move. When he felt the moist head of his father's prick nuzzle his asshole, he moaned lewdly and pushed his ass back, hole kissing the glans reverently before it was spread apart like a wet maw to be spear through the loosened and waiting channel. He couldn't help the spurt that soaked his panties, body already buzzing with sensitivity from working all day with the plug in his ass, constantly teasing and taunting his prostate and silently encouraging him to self pleasure. But Min-Su had waited like a good boy and distracted himself with cleaning, because he wanted to reward his father with him in this very worked up, flushed state.

Hearing his father confirm this was what he wanted after a firm slap to his ass as if punishing him for even daring to ask made him yelp and whimper in delight. The slap reawakened the ache from last night's punishing slaps, reminding his ass of just what that big hand was capable of, and he shuddered and squeezed around his father's intruding cock. What god had thought it was a good idea to give his father such a wonderful beast of a cock? How unfair that he would have to break societal norms and rules in order to appreciate such a fantastic specimen? The wrongness and perverseness of this whole scenario somehow just turned Minnie on further as he felt his father bottom out in his ass. He groaned and choked the base of his father's cock with his sphincter, as if refusing to let him leave, but he didn't have the strength to force that kind of power over the older man and instead felt him slowly pull out, but thankfully not fully. Soon his vision wasn't of just old, worn white cabinet walls and instead the space without as his father had carefully extracted him from the cabinet, cock head still gripped by his asshole.

The loss of the hand on his head allowed him to raise himself up on his elbows and lift his head to look over his shoulder, watching the pleasure etched across his father's concentrated and stern face as the older man stared down at the point of where their bodies connected. The sight made his cock jump again in delight, weeping, as he smiled flushed at his father. The somewhat smug look on his face must have earned him another spanking and he moaned at the hard impact of palm across his soft cheek, creating a new blossoming of red. It was almost like his father didn't want him to ever sit proper again! He choked on his wanton noises as his father picked up the pace, slamming into him was roughly that he could feel his hips colliding with his ass, brandishing them with bruises from the force. It was turning his mind to mush and he took it, panting almost like a dog in heat, as he pushed back and met the powerful thrusts the best he could, but really just rode the waves of pleasure his father was forcing upon his smaller body.

The praise made his eyes flutter and heart jump in delight as he smiled more. "Thank you, appa. Glad you approve~" It was all he could say as the air was knocked out of his lungs again, the pace changing and going harder. He could feel his father's cock prodding his sensitive glan, causing his walls to flutter and spasm around his cock and made little white fireworks go off in his head. The only thoughts that entered his brain was the need to cum. It kept chanting over and over in his mind as his father continued to punish his prostate over and over until he finally couldn't hold back more. He was never good at restraining himself from the things that made him feel good. A bit spoiled he was. With a shout, he came hard and flooded his panties, even dripping down to the freshly mopped floor. He couldn't be bothered with that now as his father worked against his compliant, loose body and he looked back again with the perverse desire to watch his father cum. "Fill me up, appa. Take out your frustrations out on me, I know you're pent up. I can handle it." He promised in a thickened voice, still a little soft and sultry, as he forced past his own weak-limbed state to ride his father's cock to completion.

 

[Verse]

While Junga was very excited to have his son back, and for Minnie to finally be the perfect son to him, doing not just the things a father would want, which was get his act together and get rid of exterior bad elements in his life, but also what a man should want from someone living with them, he was not going to be all too chipper. He was from a life where his stoic and sternness had protected him. He didn't just use his calmer, seething persona as a crutch, it was him. So it was the little things that'd have to tell his surroundings how he felt on the inside. In Minnie's case, the communication would have to be a hard cock. That should tell plenty of how he felt. Behind Min-Su, when the now obedient boy offered up that soft ass with that tiny but stretchable asshole, Junga's eyes widened with delight. Though not as much as his son's anus had to. Junga huffed quietly to himself, judgmental but secretly happy, when just the insertion of his cock had his weak son cream his panties. It certainly encouraged the father to push deeper into Minnie. The fact that they both knew how all this felt created a kinship between them Mina had never shared.

The petulant ring muscle held on, but just like anything else on the petite boy, it wouldn't stop the larger man. Minnie was so beautiful in his headband. He had committed perversely to the persona. It had no practical use, other than to please any spectator, which in this case was only Junga. Such a frilly little mind Min-Su had, thinking this was his worth. It was enough that he was Junga's son. Minnie had always loved to dress up. It had been a point of contention between him and Junga. Minnie didn't need to do all this. But, if the rock hard cock inside the straightened intestines was any indication, Junga did appreciate Minnie a little more when he was available to be absolutely destroyed. Minnie was beautiful, bent down like that, and while Junga enjoyed judging him, he certainly enjoyed fucking him more. Who would have thought Minnie's displays of submission would ever delight his father so? Maybe all these years of wasted potential hadn't upset the dad because of what Minnie didn't become, but because Junga had seen the potential in how much more Minnie could give up for him? Just looking at those drowned panties leaking pree had the monster of a man growl in hunger.

As he slapped and fucked, Min-Su responded well. Many had trouble taking the amount of meat that was on Junga's stick, but, so help him, Junga thought that maybe Minnie was born to take it. The way the boy sounded assured that. Junga knew Minnie wanted to please him now, but it hadn't always been like that, so he also knew the reactions were genuine. What father doesn't want a saintly son who's only true wish is to make him happy? So, Junga wouldn't hold back. Not when he saw his son look at him with to blue eyes, and how they started to unfocus for the fucking Minnie received. This was Min-Su's reward for toiling so hard at home. Junga drew long strokes inside his beloved boy, and thrust hard. It felt good to have a place that could entirely take him. He liked the intimate sensation of pushing all the way in and feel Minnie's ass against his hips. Even though, when he looked down, it seemed unlikely that should be possible. He scoffed at the scene, and gasped at the lewdness of his cock sliding out, watching Min-Su's sphincter hold on for dear life, all but inverting when the fat head bulged the anus outwardly. But daddy always returned the length fully upon pushing.

Minnie pushed back and the dad knew what the boy wanted. Fucking harder at the spongey place soon had the greedy little boy spurt, flooding his underwear again. A good amount for Min-Su. But Junga still sneered. He needed to parent, even when he liked what was happening, and to Junga that was reprimanding and fueling through disapproval. But he was actually proud of his boy. He stroked Minnie's spine deeply as though meaning to squeeze more out of him, like a tube of cream. He looked back at his begging son. It had never been easier to give your kid what he wanted. Junga's face wrinkled a bit in monstrous pleasure as he rammed hard into his son. He washed the filthy insides of his boy with a dayworth of cum, having built-up from thinking of yesterday, and been fueled by the violence of his work. His cock rung with excited rapture as his balls emptied into the willing, elastic hole of this here live-in maid. He hung his head for a moment, lamenting the surge of pleasures in the low of his body before slowly pulling out.

"Such a mess." he said lovingly when the fat bulb popped out from the shithole he'd now impregnated. He petted Minnie's hair but ended up shoving his head a little dismissively before finally standing up.

Like a beast, his shoulders were slightly engorged from the activity and he came over to the oven and plates. With some inelegant scooping, he served himself up a hefty portion of the food. Indeed living with Junga was a bit like sharing the house with an animal. Most notably, to Minnie, once his senses came back after the rough fuck, would be that his father's cock was still out, half hard and dripping with his own cum and Minnie's anal juices. Like half of Minnie's ass was still on that menacing rod. Junga placed the food in front of himself on the table and tore up the bread with his hands and started by dipping in the sauce of the lasagna before shoveling into his mouth. Minnie hadn't seen the man his father was outside of this house, but he might get a glimpse now. And then, after swallowing a mouthful, Junga looked over at him with dark eyes. Though they weren't outwardly angry, they held abit of disapproval at Minnie tardiness to continue service him.

"Minne." he said, low voice. "Aren't you going to get me something to drink?" he asked as he took a forkful of the food and stuffed it between his lips. He pushed it to one cheek to chew and looked down at his cock for Minnie to see. "After you've cleaned this, you gotta clean the floor, okay?" he muttered. Though there was a hint of affection to it, the tone was also heavily encouraging that Minnie do as he was told. It was different from the almost tired voice he used before, when Min-Su was wayward and Junga didn't know what to do. This sound was decisive, and perhaps with enough playfulness that Minnie knew he wouldn't be thrown out if he didn't comply. But the promise of violence was always present. Junga had discovered just what it took to make Minnie both happy and obedient, and so he wouldn't hold back anymore. If fucking his son into the man Junga wanted him to be was what was needed, then it was his duty as a father to provide it. And if he should enjoy himself immensely in the process, he wouldn't mind that. He would saturate his boy in cum, to get him right.

 

[oropherion]

This was the kind of bliss Min-Su craved. The kind of approval he enjoyed. A new thing he was realizing about himself in regards to his father. Last night had truly been eye-opening and awakened some kind of devil inside of him. The addiction to that first intense orgasm from having such a large cock split him open had been cemented in his brain and now was the only thing that could make him feel this good. A feeling he had feared may not repeat itself after the first time, but somehow his father's cock had continued to wring out the same powerful and intensely wonderful orgasms that left his body quaking. This time would be no different and he could feel it in his loins already. His small cock was so painfully hard, trapped in those tight panties, balls bunched up, and help pushing out pree that stained and soaked his panties. No doubt another pair that would end in the trash from being ruined by him and inadvertently his father. It almost seemed like he should just go without underwear at this point, something he doubt the older Pat man would mind all too much, but he did seem to love seeing him in lingerie so Minnie couldn't not wear these frilly girly panties, because he liked getting under his father's skin like this and causing him to tear him apart.

His moans were soon overpowering the music he had been playing. It was now just background static in comparison to the way Junga fucked him so hard and so deep that he could almost taste him in the back of his throat. Min-Su was enjoying the way his father's hips continued to slam against his ass cheeks alongside the occasional slaps that made him jolt in delight. The older man was not holding back much to his son's pleasure. His eyes were glassy and wet as they stared back longingly at his father, mouth parted and drooling as his throat bobbed with moans. He was completely under his father's control, being taught with each encounter new lessons on what pleased and satisfied the older man. How best he could serve and earn his father's approval. That in its own was a driving force for the usually stubborn, bratty Pat child. His prostate was being milked with each grinding thrust that he couldn't hold back anymore. The rubber band of control snapped and he flooded his panties and even the floor with his release, strangled sounds of ecstasy falling from his lips as his eyes fluttered and clenched shut in pure bliss. The feeling increasing when his father soon washed out his insides with his own heavy load, filling him up and making his hole flutter and clench shut quickly to refuse to let any drop escape when the large cock unplugged his hole. His belly had a small extension from being filled with his father's cream and he flopped weakly to his elbows as he hung his head, panting to catch his breath.

His head felt warm and fuzzy and he made a small, cute noise when he felt his head was petted before being shoved down as he felt his father rise up and back away. He stayed in that bent over position for a few moments just trying to ground himself after feeling like his spirit had just decided to float away. Eventually, Minnie managed to rise up and sit on the heels of his feet, flinching at the slight twinge to his lower back and fresh soreness to his behind. There was something addictive about that too, to actually feel sore after a proper fuck. Licking his lips and pushing back some loosened strands of hair, he looked over to his father who had served himself some food and sat at the meager dining table, noting the disapproval in his gaze and realized he had made some kind of blunder. Again. A blunder his father was quick to point out making his flush spread down to his neck. "Oh, of course appa. My apologies." He shuffled quickly to his feet, managing not to lurch over from the swiftness of doing so and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped off the cap and placed it besides his father's dinner plate as his gaze dropped to half-hard cock still dripping and covered in their mix of fluids.

The tone in his father's voice was clear and gave no room for argument. Sometimes Min-Su had enjoyed pushing his father's buttons by doing the exact opposite of what the older man wanted. But that was different from this moment now. Though there was a part of him curious to see how much he could push the man's buttons, but chose that this time wasn't the best to test it. Perhaps another time. Today was all about compliance and offering him up to his father however and whatever the man wanted of him as a show of gratitude and the desire to please. After all, he had shown clearly that he had failed as the man's son by never showing up or being around when the man probably needed him, or at least would have loved to seen him every now and then. Today his father would be rewarded with his son's complete obedience. Getting onto his knees, Min-Su smiled softly as he nuzzled the wet, sloppy meat with his nose. "I'll take care of the mess, I promise." He smirked and exhaled his hot breath against the underside of his father's cock before placing wet, open-mouth kisses up the shaft. Little kittenish licks were alternated between the kisses before he truly went to work at cleaning his father's shaft. He dragged his tongue across the rigid flesh in long, slow strokes, letting his father watch his work and how he slurped up and swallowed the mixture of cum and his own anal juices like a starved child. He laved and curled his tongue, especially as he grew close to the tip, lips pinching around the glans as he gave a particularly hard suck before backing up and dropping his head. He cleaned his freshly drained balls, sucking each one into his mouth until the skin came back clean and glistening before he finished the rest of the shaft, with a final reverent kiss to the head.

Like a good subservient boy, Minnie drew back to sit on his heels again, mouth glistening and puffy from his cleaning duties, as he gazed up at his father as his own stomach began to grumble. "May I join you for dinner, Appa? I've been a good boy, haven't I? Or...," he trailed off thoughtfully before a coy smile crossed his soft face as he tilted his head back. "You can feed me. Like you used to do." He gave a boyish giggle as he opened his maw and held out his tongue, hoping for a morsel of some of that lasagna that was smelling more and more delicious as the seconds passed.

 

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Junga wasn't new to fucking someone hard. Sometimes they were wailing for their lives and others their noises were inviting. But it was strange to hear this song from his beloved son. To hear the voice he'd helped raise contort in this these engaged moans. Minnie wasn't trying to hold the volume back. Junga chased Minnie's orgasm, too. As a father, he should know how to make his kid cum, right? And it wasn't like Minnie was making a secret out of it. At the same time, it was more important that Junga got what he wanted. That was the order of things, here. That's why Min-Su was dressed like this, and that's why he'd cleaned and cooked. Junga had fought to create an open and modern environment, but something in their dynamic had always contradicted his pursuit of that. Now, it seemed Minnie craved to be dominated, rather - for an essentially unfair connection. Maybe that's what Junga had wanted too, and why they'd never been synced. They were supposed to be like this. Not mutual or equal. Minnie fucked after having done all the housework. Junga had never seen his son more content. And it felt very good, to the father, too.

The way Min-Su looked back at him, asking for more with those eyes, all but fucked empty. Of course a devoted father would comply. The rock hard, harsh cock beat into the slave-hole, having pulled the toy out like the bow on a present. Uncorked, the shithole was just for one thing, and that's why Minnie was moaning like a slut in a dress now, permeating and staining another pair of panties. Junga's strength was never ending, but the friction called upon him. His son was close, anyway, and they were going to celebrate this new family together. Of course Minnie couldn't contain himself. The little whore shot his seed through the fibers of the flimsy underwear. While having a big libido, Min-Su was of small proportions, and even cumming so much for him, it wasn't that impressive to the hulking man behind him. Still, it warmed the father's heart a little to see his son reaching climax. Junga fucked harder for his own, and then he seeded his son until the little flat belly indeed was pregnant.

He petted Minnie's head and once he got situated with the food, piping hot, he got to watch his son recover. The fatigue in the little body made Junga proud. He liked fucking someone until it addled them in some way. And getting to cause pain with his cock to Minnie, whom he'd been tasked with protecting and had quite frankly treated with silk gloves all his life, was liberating and rewarding. It was a good thing Minnie was born a pure masochist. Junga was only sorry he hadn't realized before. He ate the lasagna and bread and watched Min-Su's asshole try to recover, and Minnie handle the pain after. The contentment behind the exhaustion in Minnie's eyes told the grown man the truth about how Minnie felt about being fucked brutally on the kitchen floor, though. Nobody put on that kind of costume without hoping to get their guts rearranged, some way or another. Seeing clearly now, Junga was sure he had learned the truth about Min-Su, finally, and fully. Could be he had raised the boy how he himself had wanted to grow up, but Minnie was his own person. He preferred another kind of common ground with his father. So spoiled, but also so useful to the man.

"Hrm." Junga said, glad to be obeyed when Minnie hurried to get him the beer. There was just something with getting served by someone else. And Min-Su had a very admirable attitude about it. Apologizing, in their culture, was just another phrase of politeness. Before there was always opposition between them, but now, Junga could relax. He would just get whatever he needed from his son. He drank half the beer and let it foam after he put it down, and by then, Minnie had gotten on his knees. The father sighed and relaxed further to make his cock fully available to the maid who would service it. For a moment, when his beloved kid just sat there on his knees, he felt the swell of kinship between them. A tender moment while his son was at level with his cock. While the costume was pretend, their actions weren't. They'd committed fully to their new roles; Minnie had done it even in Junga's absence throughout the day. The father remembered how Min-Su liked to dive headlong into relationships, and was glad to finally use that toward something good, to shape Minnie's future.

There combination of emotions when his beautiful son sat there, dutifully taking on the cock, made Junga both emotional and aroused. He kept too much bloodlflow from ruining Minnie's good work. The attention was a bit playful, and the sticky kisses on the already sticky shaft registered more than that of his whole mouth, before. Junga could see it all while eating. It was the most decadent thing that had ever happened to him. Min-Su was gorgeous and adorable, cleaning his father's cock. Junga swallowed at the fact that Minnie knew to rid the cock of the filth they'd both contributed to it, and do so enthusiastically. "Such a good princess." he breathed between mouthfuls of the food. He groaned slightly at the tongue-work and sucking on his balls, and had to remind himself a few times that this wasn't to fuck more. He shifted a couple of times as Minnie got the softening rod just right. It was a shining example of a cock by the end of it. To think Min-Su could do such immaculate work when he set his mind into it, and did something he obviously loved.

There were a few moments where the silence was filled with Junga eating, and the pretty Minnie sitting there, before the boy let his wishes be known. Junga stifled a gasp. There was something cerebral in him that was ashamed that he hadn't fed his boy, but Minnie didn't complain. Seeing his son there, kneeling, with soiled panties on, and those swollen lips, confused him a little on how to feel, but not what to do next. There was plenty of food left on his plate and he forked a fitting amount up. He leaned down to his slut son and moved the food to Minnie's used lips. "Open for appa." he said. It would speak to both the father and the virile man in Junga when Minnie obeyed; to see this beautiful young body take the food, but also for his son to be fed.

It of course didn't stop there. It had been too long since he'd gotten to do this. And even though Minnie was more than capable of doing it himself, it gave Junga some satisfaction. After three attempts, he shook his head like this wouldn't do, always with some sternness and perhaps a subtle suggestion it was Minnie's fault. He put the plate down on the table and lifted Minnie up to sit in his lap. "You have to eat so you get big and strong." he chastised as his son's naked thighs were placed onto his, not far from the cock that was still wet with Minnie's saliva.

From here it was easier to continue giving Minnie the food. Junga found that he liked bunching up bread between his fingers and putting it in Minnie's mouth. "Have you even remembered to eat today?" he asked as he dipped one morsel in sauce and put it in. He sighed and shook his head as he held the beer to Minnie's mouth and tipped. "You have to take care of yourself when appa isn't home, too." he scolded, all the while his other hand was petting Minnie's back. If this was domestic bliss, he should have looked for perverted satisfaction from his boy sooner. "Appa has to do a lot of dangerous work all day. He can't hurry home to check on you all the time. If you're not good while I'm gone, and don't listen like a good son, you can't have playtime when appa comes home." he said. Though, punishment and playtime would likely blur together, at the pace they were going. And right now, 'appa' didn't see any problem with that.

 

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Min-Su was a slut and a glutton for punishment. He wasn't quite sure why, but perhaps it was a reflection of his desire to be wanted, to be loved, and to repent for his sins as a bad son. All of these feelings and desires that his father elicited in him stemmed from something broken inside of him. But Minnie was okay with it, because witnessing his father's happiness even if it was through giving up his body to him made it worth it. To be able to redeem himself in his father's eyes was something any child would desire, especially in their culture. To be able to worship his cock by cleaning it away of their mingled fluids was just another way to strengthen this newly growing bond. The rocky road they had wandered together during his teenage years, trying to find some common ground and failing, had finally crossed over and they had found something much more suiting and pleasurable than a normal father-son type relationship. Perhaps they'd never go out fishing together or playing sports or hunting, but sex seemed to be their love language. Rough, lewd, and nasty sex. It was almost a sin that his father was blessed with the best cock he had ever seen, tasted, and got fucked by.

Serving his father like this should have been second nature all of this time. Growing up, it had been almost expected of him to show respect to his parents by retrieving and delivering them whatever they requested. After all, they had raised and fed and taught him everything up until he could gain independence. That lesson had faltered after his mother left and he and his father stopped seeing eye to eye that started this whole rift. Min-Su had begun to be frustrated and annoyed by the demands of his father back then, feeling like they were just ways to control and suffocate him in a life he didn't desire or wanted. To keep him from exploring his dreams and own pursuits, to keep him trapped in this old home without a future to look forward to. But it was becoming clear now that Minnie had been entirely wrong on the matter, that he had been blind with his own emotions and selfish desires to not see things from his father's perspective. Of how he was just trying to prepare him for the real world, to protect him against what he knew he would find once he was beyond the safety of these walls. The strong, solid and safe haven of his father's arms couldn't find him when he wasn't there. It was why he found it so much easier now to submit, to serve, and to see that look of pride and satisfaction at his complacency to his father's demands was the reward he sought.

A shiver of happiness ran down his spine at his father's praise as he enthusiastically cleaned his cock. It was perhaps a stereotype and cringey, but he loved cock and giving head. It made him feel powerful and sexy, knowing he was being watched as he performed his oral technique. Plus a cock like this deserved to be worshiped fully. When all was said and done, his father's cock glistened with his saliva and was as clean as a whistle. He was almost surprised he wasn't supporting a full raging erection after he was done, but he supposed his father was worn out just like him or just had mastered control of his body unlike himself. Who was still young and easy to succumb to his bodily desires. Licking his lips, he sat back on his heels and peered up at the other man, before he felt his stomach grumble and remind him of his own hunger. As he expressed his personal want, Min-Su wasn't sure if his father would comply with his almost childish demand or curse him for acting like an infant unable to care for himself. His features perked up immediately when he saw his father scoop up some of his food off of his plate and bring the fork to his mouth. The instructions triggered a faint memory as a toddler and he felt warmth blossom in his chest as he smiled and opened his sinful mouth as instructed, allowing his father to push the food onto his tongue.

The muscle curled around the fork, scooping the morsel off before his lips clamped down as he chewed and swallowed. He repeated this two more times for his father, each time taking the offering as sensually as he could. Perhaps he was being a little bit of a show off, but his father seemed to enjoy it. But when his father shook his head a moment later and put his fork down, Min-Su stiffened and feared he had done something wrong. But then he was being scooped up and sat upon his father's lap, something he hadn't done in so long that is such a distant, fuzzy memory and he felt his body warm up immediately. Yet also a sense of overwhelming happiness flood him as his father began to hand feed him rather than using a utensil. "Hehe, I think I'm done growing appa. I don't know if I can grow big and strong as you~" He smiled cheekily before happily accepting the bunched up bread from his father's fingers, lips wrapping around the tips of his digits as he dragged the morsel into his mouth to eat.

Min-Su did this every time, tongue flicking out to lick his father's fingers clean of any remaining sauce before they were pulled away from his mouth, happily swallowing each bite, which satisfied his cramping stomach. When Junga questioned when he had ate today, Min-Su flushed and squirmed in his lap. "I....didn't. Not since breakfast. Kinda got lost in the cleaning and forgot to." He admitted which was why his stomach had been so loud and demanding a few moments ago. Now it was acting like it was cursing him out for forgetting such a vital part of himself and his health. Min-Su took a sip of the offered beer, washing down the food he had previously been fed, and slowly nodded his head at his father's firm, but warm demand. "I know. I'll do better." He promised, feeling fluttery and at ease with the concern from his father of his own well-being. It really shouldn't have surprised him despite how their relationship had developed, his father had never shown any sort of hatred or disinterest in him before to prove that he wouldn't care about his well-being. At the comment of not being rewarded to play with him if he didn't care for himself better, Minnie gasped and bobbed his head quickly. "I will. I don't want to worry you, appa. I've done that enough! And I don't wanna give up a chance to play with you." He smirked as he leaned against his chest, nuzzling his face against the side of his father's, absorbing his heat and taking in the solid presence of the older man.

Licking his lips, Min-Su grabbed Junga's hand and traced his fingers over the lines of his palm, felt up his fingers and the callouses there. Saw the small sliver of scars and scuffed knuckles, hands that had worked hard to take care of his family. Min-Su may not know all of what his father did at work, but he knew it was dangerous and he was lucky to have the man return home alive and well each time. It made him sit there and think of all the sacrifices his father had made; either with his body or his time. Sacrifices his mother had once talked about when he was young, a sense of pride in her voice. While he didn't understand that it was because his father had given up his life of crime to a more 'suitable' role to raise a family, he had admired the man as his hero back then. Even when his father was stiff and uncertain in his shows of affection, or his awkward way of playing with him, he still had felt loved. To think that had all changed after the divorce and he grew independent, thinking he knew all and better than his own father. What stress he must have put on Junga without realizing it because he was blinded by his own greed. He felt a pang in his chest as he couldn't help but wonder about his mother, about what his father thought now, and if his father regretted how things had turned out. Because he knew he hadn't sought his father out after to try and understand his feelings, or comfort him, had only thought about his own pain and grief in the moment.

Min-Su lifted Junga's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to its palm before pressing it to his cheek as he sighed, feeling emotional all over as all those thoughts swirled in his head. "Appa? Do you miss mom? Do you," he paused to lick his suddenly dry lips as he lifted his gaze to meet his father's, "ever wish she stayed and I left? Do you resent me for how I made her feel, how I made her leave?" He could dress up and act like a woman all day long, but he would never truly be one. He would never be able to fill that gap that his mother had left in his father's heart, never give him exactly what she, as a woman and as his wife, had been capable of. As his son and as a man, he'd not be able to produce and nurture a life for him, if that ever was something his father wanted to experience again. Had his father wanted more children? He never knew. He realized he didn't know a lot about the man that had raised him single handedly for years. He felt tears well up as he reminded why he had come back here, all the hurt of being abandoned again by someone he loved reopening that wound Daniel had made.

 

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Junga had been hard to please once Mina left. Before that, he'd doted on Min-Su a bit. There was a time when both parents met over their love for their little one. There was always talk of more children, and Junga saw himself with a big family. But Mina had grown bitter over the love she had to share, and the beauty in her one child. She expressed more than once that the single kid was hard to bare, let alone more. Maybe there was some thought to appease her, that had Junga be a bit more distance toward Minnie, too. He could easily borrow some of the stern and stoic he wore at work, and bring it home. It was unfair to make the little boy love both of them, only to then keep the love hostage, and mask it as upbringing, when they were dealing with their own personal problems, and using Min-Su as some kind of filter. Junga didn't even stop when he saw the frustration grow in the boy, that could never quite get the affirmations that had flowed freely to him when he was smaller. But Junga of course tried never to look at things that deeply.

The result, of course, was this. An unfulfilled little creature, no matter how beautiful, who couldn't help but pursue artistic things since there was no point in other endeavors. Minnie looked for love in unfitting places, in lesser men, because if he idolized his father, but his father never gave him what he wanted, then perhaps he'd be able to gain it from people who weren't like his father? It was not unlike the broken girls who ended up sucking cock and looking up with suffering eyes, the ones that bad men didn't even have to pay. Had he turned his son into that kind of whore? Had he starved Minnie for love when a father's job is precisely the opposite? It was odd that through it all, he had ended up raising a boy he could eventually have something in common with. Not only did Minnie have a good body to give friction and tightness to Junga's cock, but he also had the psyche to love the debauched acts. The way Junga had to stretch everything inside his son, let him know that while Minnie had trained to become this, he had never encounter something quite like it.

And the way the kneeling person looked at the cock said it all. It was delighted and love-struck and obedient. All the rebellion that had come between them had gone away when Junga woke up in his own bed, with his boy bouncing ontop, already an expert at worshipping the fat rod that had seeded him into life, once. Junga growled, happy, as Minnie helped himself to the cock, and helped the cock get clean. This activity, more so than the act of just sucking it for both's pleasure, made the father proud, since Minnie was learning responsibility and accountability. It was his ass that had done this, so Minnie should clear the mess. It was a warped way of thinking, but if Junga was given a second chance to turn Minnie into the person he wanted, then he would be glad if that could happen through his cock. And Min-Su certainly looked happy too. As Junga ate, feeling like an opulent king, getting to fill his stomach while he was being tended to in the most tender of ways. Did he really deserve to feel like he was being a righteous dad while being blown by his son? He had decided he would absolutely engaged in this. It belonged to him now.

He frowned playfully when Minnie made a show out of eating. There was something here about not playing with you food, but it was also telling that the older man did not outwardly forbid his son from it, and still carried him to his lap. In truth, he could be very enthusiastic about everything Minnie did, but Junga enjoyed having the power of approval over Minnie again, where just any praise of acceptance was enough to prompt and throw Min-Su into his next attempt to please. Mina had never been like that. As he fed his son, there was a familial connection. He sighed with satisfaction at getting to fill his son's inside with other than his cock. Though, cock would have to come eventually, since it had become the binding thing between them. As Minnie ate, Junga looked at him, almost studying him in the way a father can. He nodded at Minnie's self assessment. "You can stop growing now." Not only because he liked the boy's proportions, but because he didn't need the other stages of development, now what Minnie was an adult who had rediscovered his need for his father. Junga was happy with him as he was, and any other development, he'd be able to oversee and control.

Something primal in him was glad to see his son so eager to please him, and assure him he'd do better. He petted Minnie's head and corrected the band on it. He nodded at the little man's declarations. "If that's the case, appa will leave it up to you." After all, isn't it a coming of age hurdle, to get to take care of yourself? Pride, the dark kind, swelled in Junga when Minnie was motivated not by hard punishment, but by absence of his father's cock. It was perverted and just how he aimed to raise Minnie from now on. There was no real need for the boy to have more dependency on anyone at this point in his life when he should be spreading his wings, and not his ass for his father, but Junga's heart was already set on making Min-Su a terrible addict to his cock. A pit of guilt swirled in the man's stomach about it, but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist, when Minnie was so perfect for it.

The silence that they then rested in was an easy one at first. Junga finished the food and the beer and liked his son's slight weight. They hadn't done t his enough, and Junga knew there was a lack of closeness between father's and their son's at this age, when they couldn't be physical anymore. That may never be the case again between him and Minnie, and Junga was moved by gratitude to this. He looked down at his hand too, held by both of Minnie's. And then the silence got heavier, and Minnie told him why. Junga kissed Minnie on his forehead. "Of course I miss her." he said. "But that woman is gone now." the one who'd loved and enjoyed his company. Mina was another person now, one Junga would love to see, but how would that ever be possible? She couldn't get beyond what their son had become. Maybe it was Junga's fault for being so fixated on her beauty.

"And you've become a beautiful thing in her absence." Maybe it didn't alleviate the guilt as Minnie wanted, but it was the truth. Maybe he could feel proud of his beauty instead of guilty about it. As a father, he still intended to put weight on his son, to mold him into something for himself, too. But he wouldn't be as cruel about it as other parents. But loving Minnie too softly wouldn't help him, they'd both discovered. Junga certainly liked when Minnie tried to prove himself. Not only for his father's heart, Minnie now had to take care of his cock. It would strengthen them. "You are my love now, Minnie. You're the woman of the house, and I think you can rise to the challenge." there was a bit of pitch in his voice, like when he would playfully encourage Minnie before. But it was very deliberate that he wove a condition into his love. After all, if Minnie wanted to play wife, it would come with the expectations and burdens of one. He thought his frail son would do well, shouldering the role. Maybe one day, if Min-Su did well enough, he could take on boy tasks as well. But maybe Minnie would never mature into wanting to do any of the testosterone fueled things his father did. It may be entertaining to see.

"Look what a mess you've made." He said, stern and teasing at the same time as he tugged his son's panties aside after having lifted the miniscule skirt. The little peen laid in its soaked sling in the flimsy underwear until he had it flopped out. He pinches it between two fingers and started jerking it harshly. "Is this the kind of girl you're going to be, Min-Su?" He scolded. He moved faster after the adorable extremity reacted. It's hardness was cute, like the lithe thing was trying to be a real cock. "You're such a greedy child. What am I going to do with you?" He asked the petite creature in his lap. But he kissed his temple nonetheless. "Such a hopeless beast."