Chapter 4- Action

This was the first time Nicholas was having sex with a man. He had a few flings here and there in his past, but never bothered about it. In other words, they had no preparation. 

Nicholas spat in his hand, slicking himself, spreading Rory with one finger, then two, then three, all the while pressing their dicks together and stroking them at the same time. 

“You are mine!!” Nicholas said again. But Rory was no fool; he knew it was the aphrodisiac working. But he was ready to delude himself into thinking better.

“Yours.” He gasped as his father pressed down on his dick. Removing his fingers from his asshole, he licked his ass cum and rubbed some on his dick. 

He aligned himself to his entrance and, without warning, shoved it deep into him

Rory cried out. His body was stretching, alarmed by the sudden intrusion. But his dick and mine took it in. Grabbing his waist, Nicholas began thrusting in, and Rory was losing his mind.

“Fuck Rory!!! You are so fucking tight, like you want to break my dick off.” His hands gripped him tightly, and he snapped forward. He was looking for something, and his veiny, curved cock would find it soon.

Rory was in Utopia-heaven, his brain completely fried. It was clear the aphrodisiac had erased his father’s restraint, and he was all but calm with his body, and he wanted that.

Arching his back, he stroked his cock at the pace of his father’s thrust. He hit a delicious part of his insides, forcing him to cum. His streak of hot cum littered his body as his mind blurred. 

He had cum; his father hadn’t, and his cummed cock got hard again.

“Yes, right there… oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, right there. Abuse that part… fuck yes!!! Please, yes!!!”  

His words and assurance blurred Nicholas’s mind, and he fucked him beyond measure. Soon, he felt his release, and Rory felt his second. Nicholas growled as he painfully gripped Rory in place, ensuring he didn’t move as he filled him with his hot sperm.

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Rory groaned as he stirred awake. Strong arms secured around him. He remembered the series of actions that took place last night. The multiple rounds of sex had his back blown out.

He soon frowned, remembering why he did it. Sadly, it wasn’t because of his earnest desire to fuck his father—though he wished it was the main reason—but now he had something over his head to use against his father. He didn’t want to, but he had to. He just had to.

“I am sorry.” A deep, groggy voice caught his attention. His father’s black hair stuck to his forehead as the dried-up sweat acted as glue for it.

Regret.

That was what was laced in his father’s eyes. Utter and sincere regret, and it shattered Rory’s heart.

Nicholas pulled his son’s naked body close to him, burying his face in his red hair. 

“I am really sorry. I had gotten so drunk and pent-up from your mother’s frequent absence, and I took it out on you. I am sorry.”

“Daddy…”

Even when apologizing, blood rushed to his dick as he heard ‘daddy’ fall from Rory’s lips. 

“I am sorry. Please don’t hate me, and don’t find me disgusting.” He whispered; Rory could hear the brokenness in his father’s voice.

Pulling away lightly, he stared at his father’s blue eyes. “I would never hate you.” 

The relief that washed through Nicholas’s eyes was as clear as the coming morning. 

“We will keep this between us, yeah?” Nicholas muttered, lightly tapping on his cheek. A light gasp fell from his lips as he stared at Rory’s clear and sincere eyes. But he couldn’t risk it. They couldn’t risk it.

“Yeah?” he repeated. 

But instead, Rory leaned forward and kissed him. Nicholas, wanting to pull back, kept to himself. Their tongues swirled, and their naked bodies pressed against each other.

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Cutlery clanked against the table lightly as they ate breakfast. Nicholas was at the head table, and Heidi—Rory’s mother—sat by his right hand. Harvey, if he were around, would have sat by Nicholas’s left side and Rory next to him, but in his absence, Rory took his spot sitting by Nicholas’s left side.

After last night’s and this morning’s early morning quickie, Rory wanted nothing more than to lie down. Sitting was like a punishment for his crimes. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, which caught both parents’ attention.

One with worry and the other with disappointment.

“I guess you forgot manners in school, since you can’t seem to sit in one place. For a few minutes.” Heidi mocked, shaking her head disappointingly at her son. 

“That is enough, Heidi; give him a break.”

Heidi heavily rolled her eyes at her husband before placing a hand over his. She nodded her head towards Rory.

“We have been giving him ‘breaks.’ That is why he is far behind Harvey.” Heidi always did this. Always comparing him to Harvey, like she was ashamed of the boy she had birthed. 

But Rory could hardly be bothered as he bore glaring holes in Heidi’s hands over his father’s own.

‘Right, they are married.’ He reminded himself.

Heidi eyed Rory as he played around with his food. “You need a toy or something?” He jerked his head suddenly at her words. 

“What?”

“I mean, since you are playing around with your food, I thought you wanted a toy.”

Rory resisted the urge to scoff at her. “No.” He answered with a deadpan voice. 

“Are you sick?” She suddenly asked. This made Nicholas choke on his water. As he looked from Heidi to Rory.

Faking worried and unknown fatherhood. He repeated. “You are sick?”

“No, I’m not.” He answered his father, even though his mother asked first. 

“Well, you look dead. Fix your face.”

“Heidi,” I said, stop patronizing the boy. This is your first meal with him since he left for university, and all you have done is berate him. Stop it.” He glared at his wife before going back to his meal, ignoring her shocked look.

Heidi shot Rory a mean glare, very much blaming him for Nicholas’s anger towards her.

‘Yes, it is never her fault.’

The door opened to vest-and-sweatpants-wearing Harvey. His neck has a visible display of hickeys. And as expected, Heidi said nothing, but rather she greeted and smiled at him, immediately serving up his food.

He took the seat beside Rory, much to the latter’s disappointment.

Though Nicholas had warned her, she didn’t mind as she continued to question and also berate Rory anytime his question was neither clear nor straightforward. 

But how could it be? When Harvey was tormenting him under the table?