Brandon stepped into the night and inhaled deeply. He could smell Rick nearby, the bastard. He moved in the direction of the scent and found him hiding behind a bush. He grabbed Rick by the back of his shirt and held him up to his eye level.
"Hey, pussy. You don't leave unless I say you can. Now you're gonna go back in that house and make me a real dinner, and then you're gonna do whatever else I fucking tell you to do, got it? If you're good, I'll even let you suck me off."
Rick was now terrified of his step son. The boy...man, really, had grown even since Rick had seen him moments before. He also reeked of cum that covered his large chest. A large chest with newly grown hair on it. Rick was cowering in Brandon's vice grip, and he noticed that his voice had grown deeper. To top it all off, Brandon's muscles were bulging quite largely. All of this conspired to make Rick feel completely intimidated.
"Now get your pussy-ass back inside that house and don't ever piss me off again or I'll fuck you so hard you'll wish you were dead." Rick scurried off, fearful to do anything to displease his master and stepson.