Broken Doll (verse + oropherion)

[Verse]

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually he hissed and shook his head, finally coming to his senses. "You little...." he muttered and shrugged his son's hands off so he could pin them above Minnie's head. From this slightly standing angle he could aim his cock at Minnie's prostate. Minnie's taunting had him forget proper technique. It seems his son had been able to get to him. But not anymore. Now he only target the cum bladder, punching mercilessly into it with his cock. He even used his hand that was not pressing Minnie's wrists down to push on Minnie's stomach, looking for the feel of his own cock inside Minnie's intestines, and making the boy unable to move. He wouldn't stop until it became too much for his beloved little brat. "Such a little trouble marker." he said, a bit labored as his fingers dug into Minnie's stomach, outlined with the fat dick moving within.

 

[oropherion]

There was something wonderful and hot about pushing a man past his limits and watching them lose control. Min-Su hadn't had such experience with Daniel because his boyfriend was too soft and not much bigger than him to assert himself in such a manner. Being plowed by his father's cock had given him much retrospect upon his last relationship and how unfulfilling it really had been for him. He had woken the true nature of his body last night and what kind of sordid pleasure it wanted, what it thrived on. Being picked up so easily by his father and slammed down on the table with his cock entering his ass smoothly seconds later was thrilling, had his heart pumping quickly and hard, elated by the measure of what a real man was. Minnie had tried to be the good person who accepted another for who they were, saw past the physical, and didn't demand too much except love and loyalty. But he was quickly realizing how that wasn't enough and it just came down to how greedy and spoiled he had become during his childhood, even past the divorce. His hole clenched around his father's like a greedy maw, sucking him and clamping down refusing to let him leave, even though he was still tender from being fucked just before dinner.

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

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

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

"Appa, appa," Min-Su chanted with eyes unfocused, sometimes even going cross as he felt a large hand press down on his stomach. He could do nothing but lay there and take it, pinned as he was, and he loved it. Loving feeling that large hand press into his abdomen, making him feel how far up his father's cock was lodged up inside him. The sight and the feeling of it was enough to burst the dam holding back his release and he proved he still couldn't control his orgasms by pulsing and shooting his load across his navel and along the underside of his skirt and soaking his obscured panties. "Ahh, fuck appa, give it to me!" He shouted mindlessly, not even really hearing or understanding what he was saying he was so enthralled with his orgasm wrecking his small-framed body, legs jumping and barely clinging onto his father's waist, but still weakly encouraging him to keep going, wanting to be filled up once more. He could feel his consciousness slipping, threatening to black out from the intensity as he could only lay there and take it until his father decided he was finished.

 

[Verse]

Min-Su had no secrets for him anymore. He used to know his son rather well, but they'd grown apart. Now, it seemed as though those old languages returned. The way the boy clung and was more honest with his communication. By how his ass ate up his father's cock and tried to wring it right off Junga's hips. It gave the father purpose beyond what he'd been, just a strong body in the night for the syndicate. Now the violence he'd laced his body with was something that Minnie wanted, too. And Junga could provide in spades. Not only the willing, squeezing sphincter and the massaging insides that followed, but Minnie was also hugging him, scratching at him to keep close. Greedy boy who couldn't let his beloved dad be. Junga reciprocated by fucking Minnie as he wanted, the kind of pace that would be punishment for any number of people who owed. But his little boy didn't suffer from it - the perverse creature that was blossoming out of his son was made to receive it. Stretched into the perfect fit, Minnie remained an ideal sheath for his father, since love and hurt was one and the same, and Junga didn't have to worry about which amount he gave of either.

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

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

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

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

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

He grabbed Minnie's hair and pulled him until he slid from the table and on his knees on the floor. Junga pushed his hips forward and made Minnie's skull meet them, the softening cock wiping assjuice and cum on the pretty face. He fully expected to be cleaned as he let go. He put his hands on his hips, looking around and sighing dramatically. "You will have to take care of all this, okay?" he ordered before zipping up. He would take a beer and go sit by the television, and enjoy looking over his shoulder into the kitchen at how his poor son would struggle with cleaning, after having his ass expanded and inflamed.

 

[oropherion]

Challenging his father was like challenging a tiger. It was guaranteed to backfire, but Min-Su got exactly as he wanted even if he knew it would absolutely destroy his back later. In the best ways possible. Of course he hadn't realized just how much power his father could summon to fuck him with, but the play of muscles along his back and glutes should have told him everything. It took everything in Minnie to hold on as Junga plowed his cock into his pliant asshole like a battering ram on steroids. It was a miracle they hadn't fallen to the floor due to the table breaking under them at this point and it was sending him to the moon. It was a good thing they weren't in an apartment and that the neighbors were far enough away they wouldn't be able to hear the shouting and screaming of painful ecstasy being torn from Minnie's throat. They were wanton, slutty, encouraging and almost pleading for the end because it was too much, but so good at the same time. His ass was swallowing his father's cock like it was an Olympic sport he had been training for. The punching of his prostate gland was making his cock sob gloriously, staining his skirt and undies and his thighs, as they quivered and jumped from each stab to his g-spot. He was too weak to hold back and he accepted the ire in his father's voice as he came with a sharpness that almost blacked him out.

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

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

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


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

With his music playing loud enough to drown out any sound of what was going on beyond his room, he didn't hear the knock on the front door. His father was in the living room doing his own thing and when he went to finally answer the incessant knocking, he'd find a young man Min-Su's age standing on his front door step. Daniel Moore was only a couple inches taller than Minnie with reddish-blond hair that was medium length and wavy around his angular, high-cheek boned face. His eyes were a forest green and there was a splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He was slim, similar build to Minnie but slightly less feminine, but still soft featured and pretty. He was dressed in a simple band t-shirt and ripped jeans, black boots and a loose leather jacket. He shuffled his feet before stiffening when the door opened and he came face to face with the older man. He hadn't met Min-Su's father directly and hadn't had much interaction with him before, but he recognized him. It was easy to tell how the relation. "Hi. You must be Minnie's father? Mr. Pat." He greeted nervously as he swept his hand through his hair then held out his hand to introduce himself. "I don't know if you remember me or not, but I am...er was, Minnie's boyfriend. Daniel?" He swallowed thickly as he looked around, trying to look past the tall Asian man before him. "Erm, is Min inside? Can I talk to him? It's important." He looked riddled with guilt and sadness, there were dark circles under his eyes and he looked a bit paler than normal, like he hadn't slept much or ate much for days.