dadcest enthusiast

imagining getting kidnapped by a guy who's obsessed with me and he just can't take being away from me anymore. he takes me to a remote cabin up in the mountains where no one will find me. but just in case I escape he decides to brand me so everyone will know I'm his

there's a worn leather armchair by the fireplace that he sits on. he bends me over his knee, tugging down my pants as I struggle and cry and beg him to stop. he knows better though. he just loves me so much and knows I'll love him too if I give him a chance.

he sticks the end of the brand into the fire... getting it nice and hot. he's shushing me and telling me that he knows what's best for me, telling me it'll only hurt more if I struggle.

he shoves his gloved hand in my mouth to bite down on. and once it's hot enough he takes it out of the fire and presses it into the skin on my lower back. I just sob and bite down because there's nothing else for my weak body to do :(

once it's over he sets the brand down, icing my skin and praising me for doing so good and not fighting back. tells me I deserve a reward for being such a good boy and that he knows a way to make it all feel better. I sniffle and nod because the pain made me all dizzy and my dumb puppy brain just wants to feel good

He takes off one of his gloves and spreads my thighs a little, tracing a finger over my cunt. he coos about how wet I am and that I must've liked it. I whine and nod because why else would I be so wet? it must be because I wanted this the whole time

he fingers me, making sure I know how much he loves the noises I'm making and how he's the only one who can make me feel better. he takes the ice off the wound, admiring that I've got his initials burned into my skin as he's got his fingers rubbing my sweet spot...

Dad who somehow still can’t bring himself to kick him out.

Dad who wakes up one night to the scent of liquor, his blankets pulled off and his boxers up around his ankles, his darling boy nose deep in his cunt. Dad who can’t deny how wonderful his tongue feels against him, how skilled he’s become over the nights spent in others’ beds. Dad who coats his son’s face before he can even finish that thought though. Dad whose son smiles and giggles at him like when he was young, clearly so pleased at having finally given something back to his father. Dad who just wraps his legs around his son’s head as he catches his breath, and once again tells him how good he is and how wonderful he makes his father feel.

Son who wakes his dad up every other night wanting to cuddle, dressed in only his underwear, often throwing them off when it ‘gets too hot’, wrapping his legs around his dads thighs to rub against him

Dad who says the washer has mysteriously stopped working again, forcing son to wear the same stinky, sweaty clothes days in a row, usually making a pair of underwear go missing for a few days after

Son who takes pictures of his dad doing law work, teasing him for how sweaty he gets and how his old shirts stick to his now big, fat beer belly, using those pictures for jerk off material

Dad who stands in the hallway while listening to his son finger himself, hearing him mumble ‘dad’ between breaths

Son who keeps bringing his dad beers during movie night, purposely getting him super drunk so he can sit on his lap, and paw at his dads belly and chest and dick without worrying about him waking up

Dad who rips seems in his sons underwear and shorts so they’re more likely to rip while they do yard work together, every time his son bends down, hoping they will rip and put his holes on full display