Submitting to His Father: A Stallion Son on His Knees (erotic eBook teaser)
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A stallion son gets on his knees for his stud of a father. He's so strong and so dominant that he just can't help bending the knee, pledging his undying submission to him, letting his father spend load after load right where it belongs.
But to be bridled and shoved down into place, something to be used and abused... Oh, that is the most lustful of all, passion coursing through, driving and throbbing, lust curling to a fever-pitch of a high.
Two stallions at play is a sight to be seen!
Note: this story contains consensual gay incest.
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Submitting to His Father
A Stallion Son on His Knees
Andy panted, the stallion down on his knees. His hooves pressed back, lips closing softly around the head of his father's cock, though the anthro stud was glorious just as he was. They both were anthropomorphic, like most creatures in their world with the intelligence to integrate with civilisation, though there were far stranger anthros out there than them.
That did not matter, however, not even as his soft, black mane fell down his neck, sweat glistening where he could not help but perspire.
"That's right, you little cock-sucker," his father grunted through a smirk, a hint of a sneer too in his tone. "Take it deep... You fucking want it."
Andy shuddered. His father... Oh, he knew everything about him. But Steven was larger than him, stronger than him, the weak little sissy of a son. Although he should have been proud of his sleek, black coat and how the stripe down his face defined his features, Andy was so much less than him. He'd never gotten into sports, preferring quieter pursuits, his muscles only lightly defined from daily life, from the mere fact that he was a male with good bloodlines and a father who was ripped like no one else.
Although Steven had a thicker gut, not showing his abs, the stud stallion was painted in black and white, a piebald with a striking, eye-catching pattern to his coat. Whuffling softly, his eyes gleamed, pinching Andy's ear to drag him in a little closer, forcing his son to hack and gag, gulping down the length of his cock with a moan and a whisper of thanks and praise. Of course, those praises were best delivered while that hot length of stallion-meat pounded into the back of Andy's throat, Steven's chuckling dominance rolling forth so very easily.
It came more than naturally than him to take his son in the bedroom that, once, he had shared with his wife, as much as he remembered her fondly. Those times were long gone, bless her soul, and his son had moved back in with him after university, struggling to find a job. But the exchange had come with a deal, a twist of services, his son providing him with whatever he wanted in return for a room, food, everything he could want in both home and creature comforts.
"Yes..." Steven hissed through his teeth, breath rushing from him in a heady gasp. "Oh, fuck, yes, you little slut..."
Andy trembled and his father only dragged him down harder. The little slut wanted it - that much he'd known since his son had come back from university over the summers. The sidelong looks, the glances at his bulge, even after Steven had started wearing tighter clothing, relaxing together with his shirt off just to see if Andy's eyes would drift to his pecs. The home gym was even a kinky endeavour in itself too, huffing and grunting and pumping iron, pretending that he didn't see the shadow of his son on the other side of the cracked door that led through to the rest of the house.
He'd thought he had been discreet...but it was a good thing that Andy had been anything but.
That fat length of stallion-cock wormed its way down his throat, drooling thickly as if his dear old (maybe less than old) dad was cumming already, his thighs thick and muscular under Andy's splayed fingers, the tips hoof-like in their presentation. He grunted around that length, breathing sharply through his nostrils, ears slipping back even as his father's paw found his mane instead, twisting into it and yanking him down. The stud stallion did not let his son up even as Andy squirmed and tried to whinny, not all of the cries that he wanted to make breaking the muffling barrier of his lips, with how his throat was stuffed.
"You're not done sucking my cock yet, cock-whore."
He knew that: oh, how he did it. It was not as if he wanted to be anywhere else either as he moaned around his dad's thick girth, loving just how that meat shoved itself down his throat. Not having a gag reflex as a horse was one of the best things that he'd found, Andy thought through a haze of bliss, gulping and swallowing as much as he could, letting his throat work over that meat.
He didn't need to do that, however, not as his stud-dad took his pleasure from him, thrusting and grinding, driving deeply up into the back of his throat, intent on more, always more. His paw twisted into his son's mane let him drag him back and forth along the pulsing length of his cock as if Andy's mouth was just another hole to be filled, an avenue from which Steven could take his lust from however he pleased. His son hacked and gagged on his length, not quite prepared for the savagery of his thrusts, but that was not Steven's concern, considering that such "gagging" only came from surprise. Some could not hold it back even when there was no bodily response to it.
"You're better down there, you fucking slut," his dad grunted, trembling with dominant bottom-boi-breeding power. "Take it all... Unff... Take my fucking spunk!"
His stallion-cream was coming whether Andy felt ready for it or not and the naked submissive flagged his tail as if expecting the load to be taken there. There was only one place for the first, however, and that was straight down his throat, gulping and swallowing around the rapidly flaring tip, lusting deliciously for how it thickened, his eyes half-lidded. Andy didn't need to see, after all, only needed to please, please his father at all costs at any time he wanted him.
Steven let out a proud whinny of orgasm, stomping a hoof, as he ejaculated, grinding over Andy's tongue, thick spurts of cum flowing directly from the source. Some were poured straight down the stallion son's throat as he hacked and groaned, swallowing everything readily that his father gave him, his knees pressed down hard into the thin carpet. Not that he cared: it was hard for Andy to care about a single thing else as his cock ached and throbbed for attention too, not as large as his father's but adoring every moment in simple submission.
There was nothing like the feel of that cock moving over his tongue, after all, how he could press the fleshy appendage up against that breeding stud stick and please his dad all the more. His father spilt some seed onto his tongue too, too caught up in his thrusting to care where he dumped it or any resulting mess, Andy slurping down what came there, revelling in the taste. Some could not be contained, trickling out the corners of his mouth as he worshipped his father's nuts with both paws, squeezing and massaging and rolling them so very gently between his paws for his dad's ultimate pleasure.
After all, that was the only thing that mattered.
His father dragged back from his lips, spurting the last drools over his muzzle, creamy rivulets hanging thickly over his face, even as Andy panted heavily. It was hard to get his breath back after such a thing, forgetting to breathe, head tipping forward, so easily submitting to his father. It was more natural to him even to breathing, though it was not as if he would have ever found himself wanting to be anywhere else when his dad made his heart pound so hard for him.
Steven, however, only had a grin on his lips that promised more, his cock not even softening as the very last spurts splashed over his son's muzzle, once again marking the young slut as his own. Only his.
"Not good enough for you, whore? I didn't think a cock-sucking bitch would want that much..."
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Thank you for reading! This story is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1065537
Commiss.io: https://commiss.io/listings/ngAL
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Thank you for reading!
If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!
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