Chapter 3-Planned

Rory gripped his hands in a tight fist as his steps echoed through the stairs of the house. He knew he couldn’t continue being his brother’s slave. It was infuriating, just because of mere pictures?

The only way he had been coping with sucking on Harvey’s dick was by thinking it was his father. After all, they did look alike, and he had never seen his dad’s cock before.

“I can’t keep doing this.” He muttered, sitting on the stairway; he held his head in his hand and sighed.

“I don’t want Daddy to hate me, but I really can’t continue like this.” His voice was low, almost like a murmur. It really stressed him as he wondered what he would actually do. 

Slowly, a feeling crawled up his chest. 

A sinking thought that might get him out of this dilemma.

“Harvey would always release the videos and pictures, whether I do as he says or not. I just need a counter. And Daddy would hate me either way, so I might as well fulfill my long desire and get something over Daddy.”

Though he didn’t like the idea of having sex with his daddy as blackmail, this was all he could come up with at the moment.

Rory pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“You still have some of those things for me?” He asked, the voice on the other line kept quiet, then followed by a hum, the call was cut off, and almost immediately an address was sent.

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Walking up the short stairs for the second time that day, the door pulled open just in time for him to reach for it.

“Daddy?” He called, seeing Nicholas in front with a beer in hand.

“I thought it was you. Did you come back before?”

“Oh, yeah.” Rory scratched the back of his head and sighed. ‘It is now or never.’ He told himself, squeezing his pocket a bit. His anxious feeling seemed to seep out from his poses as he debated in his head.

But Nicholas got him first. “Hey Rory, is something wrong? You can talk to me; I will listen.”

Rory threw himself in Nicholas’s arms, his body shook, and sobs broke from his lips. “I ca—I can’t—I just can’t anymore.” He pressed his face to Nicholas’s muscular chest, his fingers clutching his vest top. 

“School is too much; I didn’t even want to go to the damn college in the first place, but…” His voice trailed off. 

Nicholas went silent for a second before holding Rory in a hug. “It is alright; let it all out. It is completely fine.”

But Rory was completely broken in his arms, and Nicholas knew words wouldn’t reach him.

“A drink? You want to get drunk with this old man? Your mum isn’t coming back till tomorrow, and only God knows where your brother is.” He muttered the last part dryly, with an edge of an eye roll.

Rory perked up, as that was his plan to get his father to drink with him. He let out a calm chuckle, looking up at his father with a small trail of tears falling by his side.

“Yes. That would be great.” Ushering him inside, he went to the cellar to get beers for them.

Setting them down for him, he began to pour his heart and mind out. Truthfully, he wasn’t lying about school and how bad it was. He truly didn’t feel like he fit in the system and wanted out. 

He had a good grade, great even, but that was all; it was a great grade that would make other students jealous of him, and a parent would be proud of. But all he wanted was to be beside his father for as long as he could.

“I didn’t know it was that bad for you. You know, with having good grades and all, I just thought you loved school or something.”

Rory hummed; he would never blame his father. He would never bring himself to be upset with his father. To him, his father was blameless.

“It is all fine. I will continue the business degree; after all, it is not as if you can confidently trust the business to Harvey.”

They both had a good laugh with that joke… truthful, but viewed as a joke. 

“And I best hope the money doesn’t vanish, or else your mother will leave my ass, and it would hurt to see my stepson leave me.”

It slowly dawned on Rory that Nicholas truly viewed him as his son. That both excited him and upset him. 

‘I’m his stepson… I am nothing more than his stepson.’

This fueled him as he brushed against his side pocket. It was still there, the thing he went to get from his anonymous caller, the catalyst to sleeping with his father.

“I am out.” He faked his slurred words. 

Nicholas nodded and went to the cellar. He had few minutes. Five at most. He had to be quick about it. 

He looked down at his father’s leftover drink, half in the bottle, half in a glass cup. He was tempted again to lick from his father’s bottle like he did in the car on their way back from school. 

But time wasn’t on his side. 

He opened the aphrodisiac in the small sachet and poured it into both the cup and the bottle. The dealer had given him a prescription, but he wasn’t going to follow it. He wanted an intense, love-filled sex for the night, one that would give him little sleep.

Nicholas appeared holding one beer bottle. “I know I was the one who suggested the drinking, but you just turned nineteen, barely an adult. I won’t turn you into an addict.”

Rory chuckled, but it wasn’t like he was going to drink it. Taking it and cracking it open, he quietly watched his father drink and finish his.

It didn’t take long; after all, he overdosed him. 

The son watched as his father’s brows furrowed, watching him rub at his temple at the same time. 

“Rory,” His words slurred. Nicholas became very hot. He felt like his skin was seriously on fire, and his pants? Suddenly became tight and constrained. He needed release. 

His mind couldn’t understand the sudden need for sex. 

“Yes, Daddy?”

Daddy. That word fried his brain and sent shock waves to his cock. It was hard and painfully throbbing.

“Daddy, you don’t look so good. Let me take you to the room. I guess you had too much alcohol.” Just before Nicholas could refute his words and reject his help, Roy touched him. Trailing his hands around his body.

“Stay…”

“Don’t worry, Daddy, we are the only ones here; I won’t leave.”

Nicholas meant to say ‘stay away,’ not ‘stay with me.’

“Rory…” He tried to warn, but it came out like a desperate plea for something.

“You are safe; don’t worry about it.”

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Rory lay his father on the bed and mounted him. He used it as a guise to relieve himself of his clothes as he steadily rocked his hips against his father’s own. 

A sweet, breathy groan fell from Nicholas’s lips. “Rory,” he called desperately.

Rory leaned forward and licked his neck and lightly nibbled on it. 

“You want me, Daddy? You are so pent-up; I can help you.” Rory whispered, trailing kisses from his neck to his collarbone before sealing his mouth with his.

It was beyond what he ever thought it would be like, deliciously different from kissing his brother. With the lingering taste of the aphrodisiac, Rory dove for more. 

Nicholas felt his head spin with his son’s mouth on his. He didn’t know where the burning desire and desperate need came from as he trailed his hands from his son’s clothed chest to his dick, cupping it in his palm.

This made Rory jerk and sigh with pleasure. The pressure with which Nicholas was groping his dick was mind-blowing, and he enhanced it by rocking his hips on his palm.

“More.”

A single word from Rory flipped an entire switch as Nicholas turned them, changing their position. He pulled on Rory’s shirt and flung it somewhere. And he immediately attached his mouth to his perked-up nipples.

Rory lay there, his body completely submitted to his father’s burning touch. Nicholas bit down on Rory’s neck, sucking and biting down severely on parts.

“Fuck!!” Rory cried beneath him as he felt the cool air from the room’s AC hit his exposed cock. “Daddy, please.”

Nicholas leaned down to kiss him again while stroking his dick. His nails spread open the slit on it.

“Mine.” Nicholas murmured against his lips. Excitement burst through Rory at the word. 

“Always.”

Pinning Rory’s wrist over his head, he released his caged cock as it hit Rory in the tummy. The red swollen tip leaked with precum, so delicious, Rory wanted to lick it off. 

“You think it can fit…” Nicholas hummed; his voice rasped. Rory didn’t care if it did or it didn’t. He would make it fit.

“It would.”

But they both seemed to get two different ideas of ‘fit’ as Nicholas immediately shoved his long, gritty, and veiny cock into his mouth. And Rory was immediately hit with his salty-sweet cum. 

Delicious.

Rory slurped and lapped on it like it was his last meal, as his father massaged his brain. Better. Definitely better than Harvey.

“Fuck—” Nicholas groaned as he felt Rory air-suction his dick like he was swallowing it. It was what made him reach his release quickly. Moving to pull out, Rory held the back of his thigh and swallowed what he could before letting him go. And the leftover covered his face.

He was full of beer and his father’s delicious cum.