Jeff’s triceps tensed and flexed, struggling to push his yardstick of a cock down. Intellectually, he knew this exchange was inappropriate, but everything this giant, red headed, Viking Elias said seemed to resonate with him on a much deeper level.
“We weren’t sure if you’d take after your hyper dominant father Derek, and inherit his dark, swarthy features and commanding presence.” Jeff trembled whenever Elias mentioned Derek.
“—Master Derek,” Jeff corrected his Dad unconsciously. He didn’t remember much from this new reality, but his new, more dominant father had imprinted in him a tremendous respect and power. Although he struggled to remember what his father looked like, the feeling of power associated with those memories made him shudder with pleasure.
“Y-yes, thank you, son.” Elias whimpered, sitting beside his XXXL-super-heavy-weight-powerlifter redheaded son. “It’s clear you’ve inherited both our size, but my submissive demeanor.”
Jeff lost control of the pillow holding his throbbing cock down, feeling it slap firmly against his chest. “MMfffff!” He winced, hugging it to his juicy, plump pecs for comfort. “What does that mean, Dad?”
Elias raised his massive arm to rub his son’s broad back, heat radiating from his thickly muscled body, while the familiar, heady, spicy aroma of his Dad made him dizzy.
“You are a slave, son. Just like me, just like my mother, and her’s, and so-forth.” Jeff’s cock tensed, pumping a thick glob of pre against his pecs, down his abs, and over his basketball sized balls. “This isn’t something you learn, its something you are.” With his free hand, Elias pushed Jeff’s cock aside and palmed the space over his heart.
“D-Dad…” Jeff’s pupils went wide, his chest tightened, stomach in knots...an ache deep inside him was building, bubbling up, growing stronger the more his Dad talked to him about his blood right. “...Teach me how to be a good slave?” Jeff was quivering...what was this feeling?? “P-Please, Dad! I need to be worthy of serving, like you!”
Elias’ blue eyes were shimmering with tears, a warm and loving look Jeff had never felt before. It was like he was cut from the same cloth as this mountain-sized redhead.
“That’s up to your Father, my Master Derek.” Elias gingerly kissed his son’s shoulder. “Hopefully our Master, if he deems you worthy.”
Jeff’s mind was racing. He couldn’t fight this carnal need to serve and submit...to his DAD?!
“Are we having ‘the talk’ finally?” A powerful, commanding voice came from the doorway. Jeff watched his Dad Elias fall to his hands and knees before a pair of heavy, black boots. Jeff tried to look up from the boots, but the harder he tried, the more the ache overtook him. He fell from the bed to his knees, catching a moment of eye contact with his Father.
Looking into his eyes—even for a moment—was like looking into the green of a giant old growth forest. From the edge, you can see how deep and mysterious it is, drawing you in, paralyzing you.
It was too intense for Jeff, who spontaneously came with such force that he blacked out again.