Shopping With Kite
Still lightly flustered at his position, Kite looked up at his looming father with a slightly bashful, awkward looking grin plastered over his face. Stood in the open lobby of the local tailor, the elder argonian had marched his adoptive son in the door double time not half an hour prior- it had been a whole month since the boy had passed his hatchday, and a somewhat matured lizard had no business not owning his own arms and armour, least of all one under the protective arm of the local landed lord. Even his adoptive child had standards to maintain. Along the way to their current vendor they'd made stops at the fletcher and blacksmith, making sure to pick him up a bow and a dirk to properly christen his birthday- both of which had truly been ordered some weeks in advance, carefully pieced together and engraved with the name of the yoingling argonian to collect once ready. The final stop on the trail was here- amid the tanneries and the leatherworks, getting his first set of light leather based armour. Fully equipped in just one day, given a lengthy prep time for the local craftsmen.Of course, the veteran lord and his aging son attracted quite the crowd as they went through the township. It had been some time since the boy and his father were both seen out of the manor, and the first time of all after the hatch day of his adoptive son had passed; the young kite had been quite the topic of conversation as of late. The locals followed in thir footsteps, crowding around the stores in curious clamour, eager to see how their local prodigy was faring now he was under the watchful eye of their lord and master. Apparently, he was turning out quite well- still lanky, probably forever to be, but able and eager and actually looking well fed for a change. Perhaps a suitor, one day, to one of the fawning ladies of the crowd, eager to see some way into the aristocracy. How little they knew. For now, at least.In the moment, the boy and his father were busy sorting out their freshly stitched leathers with careful scrutiny. They would fill up the little shop for plenty of time, the wide open front an easy chance for the locals to see both father and son shirtless and posing for their cuts to be measured and processed. Now, with the assembly finally complete, Nox was directing his boy with an eager smirk- stand, turn, arm out, back down. Pause, turn... strip. Not that the elder argonian was doing any different- the both of them were being outfitted today, and tight leathers would not fit over kite's raggy work clothes or Nox's more fine threaded casual attire. To a chorus of whistles and fanning of the crowd, Nox was stood in nothing but his rather ubiquitous leather thong, a mighty sight indeed for any to first lay eyes on it, and it was a hard thing to miss. Kite- well. Kite would soon follow suit, though his hesitation was perhaps more understandable.Orders were orders, but the youngling couldn't
help but shuffle awkwardly on his feet as he shimmied out of his cotton pants. He had, after all, been quite busy this last few weeks. His father had taken to the boy with endless enthusiasm and a seemingly endless list of chores and tasks- and Kite, ever eager to please his father (in such ways as was often requested), was wearing nothing that so much as resembled underwear. In his own head, he knew damn well that Nox knew that too, but orders were orders... and to a serious attempt at a flush in his cheeks, Kite was left stood in not a shred of clothing, both hands cupping his groin to try find some semblance of decency in front of the crowd. What little could be found for the boy. Two little palms to try and cover up the last thing he'd not yet paraded in front of a watching crowd of onlookers, most of whom he'd know by name.Nox would be having none of itAs his father and his lord, the elder Argonian made sure to take his fatherly right to fit his son in his first suit of armour, however light. Perhaps not an official right but by the gods was it a moral one. Taking up the chest piece for his boy, forgoing his own new set to work just in his bulging thong, the kitting up of his son would begin in earnest. First job, after all, was to get his arms up- hoisted up and out, spread nice and wide and exposed in the evening sun. The crowd was stunned, the onlookers intrigued, and kite could have perhaps just about fallen off the face of the earth for his embarrasment, struggling to retain his composure as the elder male saw to dressing him. Nox was grinning up a storm, and somehow the implications of that were simply far too clear to the young Kite. With how it had all begun and where they were now, the young Argonian could only swallow at the lump in his throat and accept what was no doubt to come, mildly nervous and was trying (and failing) to suppress his erection beginning to swell in the looming presence of his obviously scheming father. Oh, hells. Thus was going to be something else.The armour, as it happened, would fit quite well. Each piece getting carefully and tightly strapped around the young boy, clinging to his sprightly form with the rich smell of fresh leather, the light brown quite a contrast to the dark scales below. Places, checked, strapped and tied, all in order, trussing the previously nude teen in some semblance of modesty. Chest piece, gloves, collar. Even his boots seemed to be a lovely fit, and Kite only got more flustered and awkwardly erect under the pressure of so many eyes sizing him up, watching him get spun around and each leg hiked in turn, slipping on a boot with a painfully obvious flash of black scaled behind for the onlookers. Nox, too, seemed to be enjoying the attention.. it would have been almost impossible for the crowd to see, but from where he was stood Kite was pretty much nose first into the throbbing, swollen, thong straining cock of
his father. Clearly he had plans, and his lack of pants being fitted would be a part of them. He was pretty sure he could guess what they were.Especailly, for that matter, when he was spun around once more- the little Argonian getting one leg hiked up under the excuse of fitting a shin piece this time. Slender leg raised up, rear exposed to the watching crowd, slowly and carefully tied up in the leather straps. And again, with the other leg, showing and fitting, Nox's breathing notably havier as he watched the little boy get posed so publically.The second pad would end differently, though. Rather than rise back up to fetch his pants, at long last, Nox took a different approach. In an abrupt motion, the elder male grabbed himself the bowstring he'd set aside earlier- intended for the new elm hunting bow now sitting in their packs, quickly lashing his boy's wrists behind his back, tying it good and snug in a well versed knot. His son's exclamation was expected- though it would not last long. In a rather alarmingly fluid motion (much to both the amazement of both the crowd and Kite alike), he'd tug off his thong, thick with sweat and musk from the day's work under a blazing sun, bringing it up to mash roughly into the open mouth of his little boy, straps being fasted once more to gag him to boot. Gagged, bound, and hoisted up by his eager father- pointed meaningfully to face the crowd in his exposed, erect, mostly incapacitated form. Oh, Nox was going to enjoy this, very much indeed. Kite's muffled sounds could have been protest or approval, or both, it was truly hard to tell.It would be news to the town, certainly. Not only had they got to see the young adoptee so exposed, but now he was being trussed up, and spun around, Nox's intentions with the boy were more than clear. Kite could read it in every one of their faces as he was shuffled over, kept tight in his father's arms, sat down onto his broad and muscled thighs while the elder male took a bench to himself. All too obvious was the press of his throbbing cock resting against Kite's undercarriage and gently pushing up his balls. It was all Kite could do to screw his eyes shut, avoid their startled (or lustful) stares, and wait for his father to enjoy himself. It was all that Nox wanted to do to take his sweet, leisurely time in giving his subjects a show about his bond with his adoptive son, and just how deep it could go.It wouldn't be a long wait to begin, at least. Wouldn't be a wait at all. By the time he was settled, the elder male had already started pouring healthy quantities of oil over his boy- usually for oiling the leather, today for something else. Running down his exposed chest, dripping past his modest length and dribbling thick and fast over the fat, dark red shaft waiting to catch it below. Usually, he'd work it into his shaft himself, or have Kite do it... not today. Today was a day for the town. A
celebration should be a shared event, after all.A rough gesture and a stern look beckoned over one of the local boys, maybe a little older than Kite at a push, who seemed to be enjoying the show. A quick snarled instruction was given to him, and in moments the lithe thing had both hands around Nox's turgid cock, coaxing long drawn rumbles of enjoyment from the elder male, working up his shaft into a nice oil soaked slippery length. Kite, for the duration, had to simply watch- the other boy seemingly jealous of the position, if his own tented pants were any indication- only more so as Nox leaned down, planting a deep, possessive series of kisses along the neck of his boy. This thing was his, and he was going to enjoy it so that everyone damn well knew it. And damned if they could look anywhere else, Nox was no small man and his boy was barely old enough to have hit puberty, whatever the reason most everyone was staring at the perverse scene unflinchingly. Absolutely perfect..And fun as it was to feel those fresh, eager hands on his shaft, he craved something tighter. Giving the stranger a grunt to return to the crowd (though not before asking his name, for later), Nox let his eager, aching shaft bob back up skywards, holding his boy just above the leaking tip to prepare his prize. And what a prize it was, black and glinting in the early evening sun. His usual rough work would be reserved today, though- no rushing, no abuse. no turning the boy's rear red raw and demanding he scream out for his daddy and begged to get fucked harder by his cock. Thsi time. it was just claiming his property... marking it. Reminding everyone. Slowly, gently, twisting and lowering the boy's hips to screw him over every last scrap of his bulging cock in plain view of everyone with a mind to see. Left to right and ever so slowly down, not a single inch of flesh not kneaded and rolled over by kite's tight and twitching hole. That was right.. watch, everyone. Watch him while he marked this ass as his for good. Watch him while he fucked his son. Sometimes Nox wondered if his time in the army had twisted his approach to the world, but every time he pulled out his aching cock to feel the teen get stretched out around it the very notion seemed to melt away. It was a bit too gentle for his usual tastes, but here... here was right. The boy was his, after all. How better to show if off?Working him down to the very base of his shaft, Nox finally let out a long held sigh of bliss, leaning back in his seat while he just let his shaft sit, deep and hilted, throbbing with each heartbeat as it left a healthy bulge in his son's stomach. The urge to go wild was so strong, eager to wreck his boy as he so often did. But not today. He had some restraint. And simply watching a fascinated crown view him fucking his son, well.. that was a pleasure all of its own, and too many at once would only dampen the flavours. Best to let this
happen for what it was.Wrapping both arms around his squirming boy, Nox buried his snout in the side of the boy's neck, nibbling and kissing at the collar bone as he gently bounced his hips- slowly and carefully, bumping the boy up a few inches at a time before letting gravity push him back down. Over and over, slowly and purposefully- eventually switching from his neck to pull out that musky jock and roughly claim his mouth in turn. Lips over lips, tongue roughly probing his mouth, all to aid in his approaching climax. No grand event was made of it, just the elder shuddering and tensing up when the steady slap of ass on hips became too much, flooding his boy with pent up cum that ran down his shaft and balls to splatter all over the floor below. No outburst, no show, just quiet moans of bliss and wet gushes of hot, potent cum, pint after pint to flood his boy with proof of their relationship, such as it was.He'd not even pull out. Merely wrap one heavy arm around the boy, break their liplock, stuff his mouth with his jockstrap once more. And, with one hand hefting up the large pack of purchases from the day, start on the trek home. Kite still tight on his cock and wobbling with every lumbering step. A day well spent- he'd be sure to reward Kite's obedience with another round once they were home.