All Chapters of DIRTY SUBMISSION TO MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I spent hours browsing the site in my free time, scrolling through profile after profile, reading stories, fantasizing about what could be. It was like a secret world, one that let me know I wasn’t alone in what I needed. There were so many guys out there who wanted the same things I did. Rough hands, tight ropes, paddles striking bare skin, each description made my cock twitch in response, my body aching for it even as my mind lingered in disbelief at how vivid it all felt.One story caught my attention, and I found myself reading it twice, unable to stop. It described a submissive tied to a bench, his ass raised, while his Dom whipped him red before fucking him raw. Every detail was sharp in my imagination, the crack of the leather, the burn spreading across bare skin, the way the sub begged for more even as tears ran down his face. My hand slipped under the towel as I gripped myself, my breath catching and my hips shifting slightly as if I could feel every moment through the words

My nerves hit me hard as I pressed send. Every nerve in my body buzzed, my skin tingling as if he were already touching me, already holding me close and demanding my obedience. I imagined our first meeting, the way he would look at me, his eyes sharp, assessing, commanding. He’d order me to strip slowly, every inch of my naked body laid bare to his gaze, the heat in his eyes making my skin flush. “Kneel, boy.” I’d drop, my knees hitting the floor with a soft thud, my mouth opening wide for his cock. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hair, tugging me back with roughly and forcing tears to trail down my cheeks as he fucked my face roughly, showing me exactly who I belonged to. Then he’d flip me over, with my ass up and my chest pressing into the mattress as he raised that paddle. The first strike would make my skin flare red, the sting spreading sharply. .“Count them, boy. Thank me for each one.”I’d gasp, my voice breaking as I shivered under the pain and pleasure combined,

Alaric’s POV“Get on your knees” I’d growl, and he would drop instantly, his knees spreading wide as he exposed himself fully to me, offering everything without hesitation. I would circle him slowly, the crop resting in my hand, dragging it lightly over his skin before tapping his balls gently at first, just enough to make him react then harder, each strike building until a soft whimper slipped past his lips.I would make him beg for my touch and his voice would crack as he obeyed, the desperation clear in every word as he pleaded. I would step closer, pushing my fingers into his mouth without warning, watching as he took them in, sucking instinctively, his lips wrapping around them like it was my cock, eager to please me. Then I would take my time, preparing him properly, working him open slowly, stretching him with practiced patience until his body responded completely, until he was trembling and leaking, unable to hide how much he needed more.And when he was ready, when he was fu

Mason’s POVI imagined Alaric saying it in a scene. “Live for me, boy. Submit to my cock.”He would cuff my hands behind my back, push me to the floor, make me crawl to him. His boot on my back, pressing me down while he unzipped, his hard shaft slapping my face telling me to open my mouth widely. I would suck him eagerly, my tongue swirling the head, tasting his salty pre-cum.I opened my mouth to say more, to ask what he thought of my life, but my Dad came back out. I let out a low and frustrated groan as the moment changed. “What were you two talking about?” Dad asked, sitting down.I rolled my eyes. He was always checking and always in my space, wanting to know everything. “Oh, I was just telling Mason how happy I am to see him and how proud I am too,” Alaric said smoothly, cocking a brow at me. That look sent a jolt straight to my groin. My stomach flipped, heat pooling in my gut which was strange, because Alaric had never made me feel this before. Sure, he was always around,

Alaric’s POVI typed slowly and carefully, forcing control into every word I sent, and Domcraver's reply now came instantly, always instantly, as if he was waiting for me to break him open. I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening on the armrest. This wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to be control, distance, structure, but with him, it was becoming something else, something deeper and something dangerous. I adjusted in my seat, trying to steady myself, trying to keep the line clear between who I was and what I was doing, but every message from him blurred it further. He gave himself too easily, too completely, and I hated how much that fed something inside me I usually kept buried.My cock twitched in my pants as I read his last reply, the image of his submission hitting me hard. DomCraver knew exactly how to stoke the fire in me, how to pull me further in without even trying. I leaned back in my chair, typing again, my tone hard as I pushed him further.Dominanttotheco