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- May 8, 2011
He thought Minnie deserved some reaffirmation. So he rewarded his kid with some lap time. Min-Su drank it up and Junga was happy to have something the boy wanted again. For a long time there was this blood bond, but Minnie had been out in the world, not really caring about his old man. The way Junga lived his life, he couldn't blame anyone for not seeking him out, but he thought about his son all the time. In the small hours of the night, a lot of those ponderings reach you. Nothing like still bodies in front of you, made that way by your own efforts, to teach you about your own values. But now that his child had returned, and craved something of his, Junga felt empowered, not just as a sexual being, but as a father. It was odd, tainted even, but it was a very parental impulse to want your boy to want you. And right now, Minnie was obsessed with him again. Like he'd never leave. Like things, at least between the two grown men, would be as they used to, when the little one idolized Junga. If he said anything now, Minnie would listen. It was the perfect opportunity to steer him right.
And wasn't it shameful then, that Junga had very little plans on doing that with his new found power? He wasn't going to use this leverage to force Minnie into school, or push him into a job with great opportunities. He was just dreaming up of ways that his boy could be of service to him. It was difficult not to, when the pretty, petite thing was here in his lap, declaring love in all the wrong ways, dressed like the archetype of a certain kind of domestic slave. He knew that Minnie did not want to be better, he just wanted whatever his father wanted, but preferred it to be the very thing Minnie was holding on to right now. Just the smallness of his son's hand was daunting and perfect. Yes. Junga had decided to stunt his son, and let him be stuck in this state for as long as he could. Maybe it was a past-adulthood phase of development? Wouldn't it be perfect if Minnie just never went through other stages in his life? Be his father's fuckable darling until the day Junga died, and Minnie would visit his grave wearing a black veil, masturbating at his tombstone?
He nodded. "Especially then." Because Minnie knew his father only wanted him to be a perfect little slut. Maybe it was wrong to have dangled the dream of something else in front of the boy. Was he making Min-Su want to be a part of his own work, when Junga now saw there was no chance Minnie could assert himself the way he wanted to. It would be delicious, though, to see his once flighty son reach to become part of what his father was, and fail abjectly. And run back sobbing to dad for the comfort of hugs, kisses, and a big cock to fill his belly and he hole were his accomplishments would have been. All the lovely, dark traits of being a parent to a gorgeous, grown child were festering in the already morally challenged man. He liked Minnie's little sound at having his balls crushed. Junga knew the pain, of course, having had plenty of unfair fights in his day, but Minnie needed to learn the delights of all kinds of suffering, if he were to be his father's constant lover. His sounds were certainly not motivating the middle-aged man to stop his bullying of his son's genitalia.
When he put Minnie on the table, he looked better than the food. Junga slipped in and Minnie took it perfectly. That was one impressive thing about his son, physically. It was no easy feat, taking Junga, and Minnie had done it like it was his second nature, since yesterday. The little brat was challenging him. Though lovingly, it did engage the older, testosterone rich male. He fucked his son's ass despite the obedient answer, and groaned when the way Minnie locked his legs around him reminded him of Mina, but in the best way. He usually thought of the tender moments he'd shared with his wife, but would masturbate furiously about how she could please him. If possible, Min-Su was better at accommodating the violent impulses in Junga, and teasing them out. Junga gritted his teeth as he thrust, having the table make unsure sounds against the weight with which he abused his son. "Arsschhh. You're such a dirty kid." he said, some spittle coming out from between his teeth, but the ire was very much delighted, as well. He inhaled with mock disappointment, but breathed out with some kind of amazement, looking down at the son who clung to him, both with nails and that glorious asshole.
He slammed his hips down. The legs Minnie had around him would mark the swelling of Junga's muscles there, long from his back and thicker where they connected to his hips and glutes. He could kick and stomp people to death with these, and he dedicated them to breaking the table and his son's anus. He had certainly taken to the challenge and at certain intervals, he was lodging balls deep into his son, the father's ballsack slapping against the son's tailbone. Junga's pubic hill was crushing down on Minnie's own cock, with their bodies so tight together. At the most intense, Junga's lower half all but blurred from how furiously he went.
Eventually he hissed and shook his head, finally coming to his senses. "You little...." he muttered and shrugged his son's hands off so he could pin them above Minnie's head. From this slightly standing angle he could aim his cock at Minnie's prostate. Minnie's taunting had him forget proper technique. It seems his son had been able to get to him. But not anymore. Now he only target the cum bladder, punching mercilessly into it with his cock. He even used his hand that was not pressing Minnie's wrists down to push on Minnie's stomach, looking for the feel of his own cock inside Minnie's intestines, and making the boy unable to move. He wouldn't stop until it became too much for his beloved little brat. "Such a little trouble marker." he said, a bit labored as his fingers dug into Minnie's stomach, outlined with the fat dick moving within.
And wasn't it shameful then, that Junga had very little plans on doing that with his new found power? He wasn't going to use this leverage to force Minnie into school, or push him into a job with great opportunities. He was just dreaming up of ways that his boy could be of service to him. It was difficult not to, when the pretty, petite thing was here in his lap, declaring love in all the wrong ways, dressed like the archetype of a certain kind of domestic slave. He knew that Minnie did not want to be better, he just wanted whatever his father wanted, but preferred it to be the very thing Minnie was holding on to right now. Just the smallness of his son's hand was daunting and perfect. Yes. Junga had decided to stunt his son, and let him be stuck in this state for as long as he could. Maybe it was a past-adulthood phase of development? Wouldn't it be perfect if Minnie just never went through other stages in his life? Be his father's fuckable darling until the day Junga died, and Minnie would visit his grave wearing a black veil, masturbating at his tombstone?
He nodded. "Especially then." Because Minnie knew his father only wanted him to be a perfect little slut. Maybe it was wrong to have dangled the dream of something else in front of the boy. Was he making Min-Su want to be a part of his own work, when Junga now saw there was no chance Minnie could assert himself the way he wanted to. It would be delicious, though, to see his once flighty son reach to become part of what his father was, and fail abjectly. And run back sobbing to dad for the comfort of hugs, kisses, and a big cock to fill his belly and he hole were his accomplishments would have been. All the lovely, dark traits of being a parent to a gorgeous, grown child were festering in the already morally challenged man. He liked Minnie's little sound at having his balls crushed. Junga knew the pain, of course, having had plenty of unfair fights in his day, but Minnie needed to learn the delights of all kinds of suffering, if he were to be his father's constant lover. His sounds were certainly not motivating the middle-aged man to stop his bullying of his son's genitalia.
When he put Minnie on the table, he looked better than the food. Junga slipped in and Minnie took it perfectly. That was one impressive thing about his son, physically. It was no easy feat, taking Junga, and Minnie had done it like it was his second nature, since yesterday. The little brat was challenging him. Though lovingly, it did engage the older, testosterone rich male. He fucked his son's ass despite the obedient answer, and groaned when the way Minnie locked his legs around him reminded him of Mina, but in the best way. He usually thought of the tender moments he'd shared with his wife, but would masturbate furiously about how she could please him. If possible, Min-Su was better at accommodating the violent impulses in Junga, and teasing them out. Junga gritted his teeth as he thrust, having the table make unsure sounds against the weight with which he abused his son. "Arsschhh. You're such a dirty kid." he said, some spittle coming out from between his teeth, but the ire was very much delighted, as well. He inhaled with mock disappointment, but breathed out with some kind of amazement, looking down at the son who clung to him, both with nails and that glorious asshole.
He slammed his hips down. The legs Minnie had around him would mark the swelling of Junga's muscles there, long from his back and thicker where they connected to his hips and glutes. He could kick and stomp people to death with these, and he dedicated them to breaking the table and his son's anus. He had certainly taken to the challenge and at certain intervals, he was lodging balls deep into his son, the father's ballsack slapping against the son's tailbone. Junga's pubic hill was crushing down on Minnie's own cock, with their bodies so tight together. At the most intense, Junga's lower half all but blurred from how furiously he went.
Eventually he hissed and shook his head, finally coming to his senses. "You little...." he muttered and shrugged his son's hands off so he could pin them above Minnie's head. From this slightly standing angle he could aim his cock at Minnie's prostate. Minnie's taunting had him forget proper technique. It seems his son had been able to get to him. But not anymore. Now he only target the cum bladder, punching mercilessly into it with his cock. He even used his hand that was not pressing Minnie's wrists down to push on Minnie's stomach, looking for the feel of his own cock inside Minnie's intestines, and making the boy unable to move. He wouldn't stop until it became too much for his beloved little brat. "Such a little trouble marker." he said, a bit labored as his fingers dug into Minnie's stomach, outlined with the fat dick moving within.