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Matching Chain (Extended)
🕑 Added 2023-09-08 23:00:02 +0000 UTCSomething was changing about Dad the last few times you saw him. It started with the silver chain around his neck, something you noticed in all new pictures he appeared in. His voice and tone toward you on the phone seemed a lot softer and less gruff, more sympathetic and caring. It felt weird.
His mannerisms weren't the only thing you noticed changing. He was quickly losing weight, apparently spending time in the gym to bulk up. You thought it must have been good for him at this age, especially given how quickly his hair had turned white. Even stranger was how he allowed his beard to grow out after being so adamantly opposed to facial hair, something that made him seem so regal.
He invited you over for a visit, something you couldn't say no to, worried about his change. You went as soon as you could, headed back to your old home. He wasn't wearing anything when you arrived, bringing you in with a "Hey boy" that he'd never called you before. You had barely been inside for a second before he pushed you against the wall, planting his lips on yours.
You had been too shocked to do anything, his grip stronger than you expected as his hands reached up your neck. Your mind was racing until you heard him clip something behind your head, silencing all your thoughts immediately. As his tongue entered your mouth you felt something strange, a belonging you had never quite felt before with him. You let it happen, wrapped up in the moment before he drew back, your eyes locked to each other.
"The chain looks good on you boy" He said, making you look down.
A chain similar to the one he had on adorned your neck. Thoughts of worry and concern that should have come to your head were missing, your system overwhelmed with feelings of absolute devotion instead.
"You're gonna get to know me well" Your dad said, beginning to draw off your clothes with his hands reaching under them, his touch soft on your skin.
In a second you were standing naked in before him, your cock sprung at attention. You knew it should have been wrong.
"Let's see how well that ass of yours takes my cock" Your dad whispered, pushing you back into the guest room right by the entrance.
"Wait" You said after he pushed you over onto the bed, his figure standing between your raised legs. You got a strange sense viewing the scene. He seemed like he was where he belonged, a gruff dominating man standing between his son's legs, two pillars forming a temple to him.
"What is it boy?" He asked, leaning forward onto your body. You felt his hair scratching against your surface. His weight pressed your legs further and further over your head, compromising your position even more. You turned your gaze away up toward the ceiling trying to focus, trying to figure out why no thoughts were coming to your head.
You strained to come up with words, emotions running rampant through your body. Deep down you knew something was wrong, a sickening feeling in your stomach. But still you didn't move, a carnal desire keeping you there, wanting to be there. Wanting to see how this would end.
"Don't keep me waiting Boy" You heard your Dad say, his body getting closer and closer to your rear. His thick head crested at the entrance to your hole, beginning to build pressure. You felt yourself sinking into the bed, drowning in emotions of submission and obedience that only grew stronger with every second he pressed further and further into you.
You had no recourse. You closed your eyes and let it happen, feeling him insert fully into you. Immediately the sickening doubt in your stomach had vanished, replaced by a golden glow that sent shivers through your entire body. You began to moan as he started thrusting in and out, your volume rising with his intensity.
"Good boy, good boy, good boy" He began to repeat over and over, assuring you, reinforcing your position under him. Any doubt in your head that this was wrong had disappeared. A new feeling grew deep inside you, a knowledge that this was how real boys served their fathers: bent over in bed penetrated, molded both inside and out by them.
Your existence slowly faded, replaced by an experience of complete blissful obedience as your dad took your body whole. The chain around your neck cemented your position as his property, just an extension of him meant to serve and worship him. You'd never have any other feelings toward him other than absolute devotion, willing to comply and do anything he asked. Take anything he gave.
