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Hyeontae silently watched the thin fluid seeping between the spread folds of Hyeonjun’s hole, a slightly twisted smile curling his lips as he pressed his erection into his adopted son’s asshole.
“Ah, Daddy…!”
The sensation of the glans scraping inside made Hyeonjun gasp, his breath ragged. Thanks to the tentacle stretching and loosening him earlier, the penetration—though his first—went surprisingly smooth. There was some resistance, but the fluid the slime had left inside eased the way.
“When your hole itches, you just need a cock to scratch it.”
Up until now, he’d spoken in measured tones, but now he used crude words as he bottomed out. The boy who had met his gaze with such cold indifference yesterday was now flushed with arousal, tears welling in his eyes as he panted like a wanton slut. Hyeontae forced his way into that tight body, his massive cock buried to the root, the pubic hair brushing Hyeonjun’s perineum. Every breath made him acutely aware of the huge thing stuffed inside him. Hyeontae slowly stroked the belly bulging with his own length and asked:
“Good boys know how to ask politely. What do you want me to do to your hole?”
“Ah… Daddy’s cock…”
Hyeonjun answered breathlessly, stumbling over the words. This was his first time taking a man inside him, and Hyeontae’s size made it even harder.
“Scratch it… with your cock, please…”
He barely got the words out. His aphrodisiac-heated asshole, now filled with something warm and alive, clenched greedily around the intrusion. The glans scraping his inner walls eased the itch—until the movement stopped, and the burning returned. Instinctively, he rocked his hips, desperate for relief.
“Daddy, my hole… it itches… ah, scratch it, please…”
He begged without even realizing what he was saying. The sheer depravity of it—his adopted father’s cock inside him, whimpering for more—sent a thrill of corruption through Hyeontae.
Unlike the shapeless, yielding tentacles, Hyeontae’s cock was hard, the resistance making every thrust painfully pleasurable. Hyeonjun’s eyes rolled back from the overwhelming sensation.
“Good boy. Since you’re so obedient, I’ll give you what you want.”
Hyeontae already knew Hyeonjun was weak to praise. He gripped the boy’s inner thighs hard enough to leave bruises and fucked him rough, just as he’d begged. His balls slapped against Hyeonjun’s tender ass, the slime’s fluid squishing out with every thrust. It was like something straight out of a porn video, unfolding right here in their home.
“Fuu… That’s right. What do you call it when a cock’s stuffed in your asshole?”
After a long stretch of brutal pounding, Hyeontae suddenly asked. Hyeonjun, lost in the pleasure, blinked up at him dazedly.
“Uh… ah, I—I don’t know…! Ah—! It’s hot…”
“Don’t know? We’re having sex, that’s what.”
He added with a smirk, You’re completely ruined now, as he ravaged the boy’s helpless body. Every movement sent pale hair flying, proof of how roughly they were fucking.
“Ah—! Ah, hngh, ah, it’s good, more, scratch me harder…!”
His tight ass clenched around the throbbing cock, as if begging for more. Only then did the itch subside—even if just a little. But the heat from Hyeontae’s groping hands was unbearable. When Hyeontae grabbed his own cock and jerked it hard, Hyeonjun let out a shrill moan.
“Haaaaah—!”
Hyeontae slowed when Hyeonjun’s breaths grew too ragged, then slammed back in when he calmed. The cycle repeated.
“Ugh… hngh… ha…”
Hyeonjun’s strength was fading—was this too much for a first time? Hyeontae decided to end it, pumping his load deep inside. Only after pulling out did Hyeonjun’s body relax, collapsing onto the bed.
“Did you like having sex with Daddy?”
“Yes… I liked it…”
The lingering pleasure made his voice weak. Hyeontae just smiled and smoothed his disheveled hair. He couldn’t let him fall asleep yet. Right now, with his defenses lowered, was the perfect time to implant suggestions.
He wet a towel and cleaned between Hyeonjun’s legs, asking:
“How was it?”
“What…?”
“Having sex with Daddy.”
“I don’t know…”
Hyeontae scoffed at the vague answer. “Why the change? You just said you liked it.”
“Did I…?”
Under the aphrodisiac’s influence, his cognition was blurred—perfect for brainwashing. Hyeontae pressed:
“You did. So, how was sex with Daddy?”
“It was good…”
The right answer. Hyeontae smirked—though he couldn’t relax yet. This would take repetition, forging unbreakable chains of obedience.
“Good. But… what if someone finds out?”
“Finds out…?”
“Yes. If someone finds out you’re fucking Daddy.”
“That…”
This wasn’t about morality. Once the hypnotic drug wore off, Hyeonjun wouldn’t even remember. But Hyeontae wanted deeper control. A one-night toy wasn’t enough—especially not when his adopted son moaned “Daddy” while taking his cock.
“Let’s recap. You said it felt good. So if others find out, should they get to enjoy it too? Or should you keep it to yourself?”
He emphasized “felt good”. Hyeonjun nodded slightly, then looked up, confused.
“If you tell someone sex feels good… they’ll want it too. Like a famous restaurant. Understand?”
“…Yes.”
His mind wasn’t working right, but he nodded eagerly. Logic didn’t matter—only Hyeontae’s words.
“Then how do you keep it all to yourself? That’s right… you don’t tell anyone.”
“…Yes.”
“Good. So how was sex with Daddy?”
“…I liked it. But I can’t tell anyone.”
“Exactly. Such a smart boy.”
He always ended with praise. A large hand petted his hair and neck, and Hyeonjun closed his eyes, soothed. The answer had been uncertain, but the praise made it real.
“You’ve got school tomorrow. You worked hard today… time for bed.”
The hypnotic drug was wearing off. This was just the first step—long-term domination would take time. Hyeonjun obediently closed his eyes.
**★**
The next morning, Hyeonjun woke curled up in an awkward position on his bed.
“God, did I sleep all day?”
Technically, he’d taken a nap, woken up for water, and then—under Hyeontae’s hypnosis—been fucked senseless. But he remembered none of it. He just assumed he’d slept straight through. Relieved to find the “creepy guy” gone, he sighed.
“Did he leave? Or just go out?”
Hopefully, he’d vanished for good. He didn’t even know what to call him—new dad? Mister? His mother had never mentioned him. Whatever. Not my problem. He had class that afternoon.
“Why did I sleep so long?” he wondered, eating a late breakfast before heading out.
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**★**
After returning from his daily routine, Hyeonjun frowned. That faint, unpleasant smell—like cigarette smoke—lingered in the air. Had that man come back? He checked the entryway but saw no shoes. Probably just stepped out. Annoyed by the lingering scent, he dropped his bag.
“Mom’s got terrible taste. Picks some loser who smokes indoors.”
His irritation extended to his mother. If that man returned, he’d take over the living room again. Determined to claim the TV first, he grabbed the remote.
“Wait… did I forget something?”
He paused, remote in hand. Something important was slipping his mind. He stared blankly, trying to recall—what was it?
“What… was it?”
Maybe he’d jotted it down? Still clutching the remote, he stood, scanning the room. Then his eyes landed on a small box
Since when did we have that? Before he could question it further, he was already opening it.
“Ah.”
The moment he saw the contents, memory flooded back. He had to feed his pet.
“Oh… right. Food…”
He’d always wanted a pet, and once he moved out, getting one was top priority. The suggestion, though subtle, had rooted deep. Alone in the empty house, he stared at the adult slime in the box—entranced. He already knew how to use it.
“Nngh… cold… lick slowly…”
He spoke to the slime like a beloved pet. Of course, it didn’t respond—just wrapped its tentacles greedily around his naked lower half.
“Ungh… ah… nn…”
To an outsider, it was just masturbation with a sex toy in the middle of the living room. But Hyeonjun firmly believed he was feeding his pet. Thanks to yesterday’s anal violation, the sensation of penetration was less foreign now.
“Hngh… ugh… ah…”
He still panted and squirmed just as desperately. Going a step further than yesterday, he got on all fours, ass in the air, to let his “pet” eat more easily. His shirt had ridden up, exposing his waist and chest.
“Ah, uh, ugh, it tickles, ah—!”
The slime pounded his ass and milked his erection, just like before, even teasing his nipples. It wasn’t alive—just a programmed toy, moving as designed. But to Hyeonjun, it was a loyal pet, eagerly licking and feeding.
“Hah, ah, ah—! Ah, it’s good…”
The pleasure had been drilled into his mind—this feels good—so he moaned without thinking.
And then—
[Beep.]
The front door unlocked electronically. Hyeontae was home. Stepping inside, he found Hyeonjun faithfully fucking himself with the slime and smirked as he walked in.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
