"Son, is everything--" Michael's Dad was shocked speechless the second he stepped into the room.
"You thirsty, Dad?" Michael asked flatly. His Dad's eyes darted over to where David was scrambling to get his pants back on. "Don't look at him, look at me!" With that, Michael's Dad swallowed hard. His mouth was watering and even though he wanted to look right at that big, fat man cock, he found he couldn't break eye contact with his son. The boy smiled up at him, but there was an intensity in his eyes. The change he'd made the moment before David came in was just as good as his new huge cock--which now commanded his father. Michael gave his head a little jiggle and his Dad mirrored the motion. "I said, are you thirsty, Dad?" He nodded his head and the father, mesmerized, nodded along with him. "Use your words. Now."
"Y-yes."
"Good, was that so hard?" The boy mocked, starting to stroke his lengthening cock. He pointed at David, "You. Out." Tears clouded David's eyes as he scrambled out of the room, pulling his pants on as he went. He shoved past his Dad and down the stairs.
He couldn't believe this! First his brother has a bigger dick than him--than anybody he's ever seen--but Michael also handled him like he was a little toddler.
A little boy with a tiny dick. That thought made his face grow hot, and he couldn't help but think of that enormous cock with shame...
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Michael's Dad, trembling, closed the door to the bedroom, then practically dove to his knees, tongue already coating his lips, preparing to take his son's meat again. The boy held out his hand, palm to his Dad's forehead, and the big man stopped dead. He looked up, astonished, tongue hanging out of his mouth--so close to that cock. When he tried raising his head, he could feel his son's fingers pressing down on him, keeping him from moving his head an inch.
"There's something I want to do, first," Michael smiled mischievously.