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“Should we watch TV? I feel like doing that today.”
Hyeontae demanded his son take a position with his back pressed against him. Hyeonjun obediently spread his legs and lowered himself, swallowing Hyeontae’s cock with practiced ease—as effortless as turning on a TV.
“Nnngh… haa, darling…”
Nipping at Hyeonjun’s earlobe, Hyeontae gripped his thighs with both hands, forcing them apart. The pale flesh of Hyeonjun’s thighs filled his large palms. Still holding him like that, Hyeontae slowly began to move, then called out to Seungjun.
“Seungjun, come here.”
“Y-yeah… darling?”
Hyeonjun lifted his head, glancing back at Hyeontae with a look that seemed to ask, Why call the dog during sex? But Hyeontae just smiled. Their gazes met in midair—both of them impaled by thick cocks. At Hyeontae’s summons, Seungjun crawled forward on all fours, the robotic dog still buried inside him, growling as it reluctantly shuffled along. It would drag him forward but never pull out.
“Seungjun, you need to drink your milk. You like milk, don’t you?”
Dogs love milk, Hyeonjun, Hyeontae thought, gripping Hyeonjun’s erection—already rock-hard from being fucked, a lewd slab of flesh. Seungjun braced his hands on the sofa and lowered his head, slowly licking Hyeonjun’s stiff cock. Whether it was Hyeontae’s suggestion or something else, his behavior was growing less human and more canine by the second.
“Grrr…”
After some time, the dog switched back to sex mode. Its slightly softened cock, lubricated by its own cum, plunged deep into Seungjun’s tender depths. The first orgasm must have helped—now it slid in smoothly, the cum acting as lube.
“Kah—! Ugh! Nnnh—!”
Seungjun arched his back, matching the dog’s thrusts as he eagerly lapped at Hyeonjun’s cock. He was no different from a heat-crazed bitch.
“Ah… ah, darling, the d-dog… it’s licking my—”
“Shh, Hyeonjun. Seungjun’s a good dog—he’d never bite.”
The thought of a dog sucking his dick sent shivers down Seungjun’s spine. He wanted to move, but Hyeontae’s grip was ironclad. Savor the sensation of Hyeonjun’s tight hole clenching around him, Hyeontae began slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Ah! Darling… nngh, ah—!”
“Hyeonjun, does it feel good when the dog sucks you?”
“Ugh—yes! Ah! Nnnh—harder, please…”
“Look at you, begging for more. Mmm, seems like Seungjun enjoys his milk too.”
Hyeontae picked up the remote—the one controlling the sex dog. It was designed for autonomous movement, but manual override was always an option.
“Let’s make sure our Seungjun has fun too.”
Without touching anything else, he activated the dildo’s heat function. The synthetic cock warmed to a temperature closer to a real human’s, scorching hot.
“Awooo—!”
The sudden heat made Seungjun howl, writhing his hips. The dog’s cum was laced with aphrodisiacs, and the warmth sent a jolt of pleasure surging through his lower body, leaving him trembling.
“Nnngh! Ugh—! Kngh—!”
Hyeontae increased the dog’s pistoning speed. Seungjun stopped licking Hyeonjun’s cock, panting desperately.
“Darling… Seungjun’s—”
“Seungjun’s what?”
“His noises…”
Hyeonjun’s face flushed. The lewd, sticky moans were getting to him too.
“Hm? Speak clearly, Hyeonjun. What’s wrong with Seungjun’s noises?”
“They’re… too lewd…”
“Oh? Sounds like Daddy might find them a little too much too.”
Feigning ignorance, Hyeontae rammed into Hyeonjun with deep, forceful thrusts. His thick cock stretched Hyeonjun’s ass so wide that red flesh bulged outward with every withdrawal. Hyeontae’s cock was that massive.
“Nnnh… ah, hngh—darling… harder…”
Frustrated by the slow pace, Hyeonjun whined and twisted his hips, desperate for the cock to grind against his prostate.
“Harder? Hyeonjun… you don’t actually want me to fuck you like a dog in heat, do you?”
“Nn—yes… I-I do…”
“But you’re not a bitch, Hyeonjun… though you’re certainly acting like one today. You can tell me honestly.”
“Haa… d-darling, please… fuck me like Seungjun… please, darling…”
“Well, if Hyeonjun wants to be fucked like a bitch, who am I to refuse?”
Playing along, Hyeontae grabbed Hyeonjun’s waist and pounded into him with brutal force, lifting and slamming him down as if trying to rupture his insides. Hyeonjun’s lightweight body made it easy. The veins bulging in Hyeontae’s forearms showed just how rough he was being.
“Ahh! Nngh—! Ah! Darling—! It’s—nngh—so good—!”
Hyeonjun’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, his breath ragged. Half-dazed, he still managed to grind back, each thrust against his prostate making his cock spurt pre-cum and thin fluid down his thighs. It splattered across Seungjun’s face as he remained bent over the sofa, tongue lolling like a panting dog, taking the robotic cock without resistance.
Three humans? No—two bitches in heat.
Hyeontae smirked internally as he ravaged his son’s body, occasionally adjusting the remote for maximum effect.
“Awooo—!”
“Hngh—ah! Nn—darling—ah—!”
It was still early evening, the sun not yet fully set. The two young men moaned shamelessly, their faces flushed crimson. Deciding they’d had enough, Hyeontae buried himself deep in Hyeonjun and came, filling him. The heat made Hyeonjun smile faintly before he collapsed into Hyeontae’s arms. As the cock slipped out, cum gushed from his gaping hole. Seungjun didn’t waste a second—he buried his face between Hyeonjun’s legs, sniffing and lapping at the cum.
“S-stop… don’t—no…”
Exhausted from sex, Hyeonjun weakly pushed Seungjun’s head away. He needed every drop of cum for pregnancy, and the idea of a dog licking between his legs was too much.
“Nngh… nn…”
Seungjun whimpered like a starving pup, desperate to keep licking. After two rounds of being knotted by the robotic dog, his human dignity and rationality had crumbled. The aphrodisiacs had peaked, leaving his body in a state of constant, unrelenting arousal. Rational thought was impossible.
“Hyeonjun, time to eat.”
Hyeontae wiped them both down, tossed on some clothes, and quickly prepared a meal. Hyeonjun, unsteady on his feet, sat at the table and picked up a spoon. There was no plate for Seungjun.
“Our Seungjun needs to eat too.”
He served a portion onto a plate and set it on the floor. Seungjun caught the scent and pressed his face into the dish, lapping at the food with his tongue. It stuck to his cheeks. Ravenous, he devoured it all while the robotic dog remained mounted, occasionally resuming its thrusts.
“Good boys, eating well.”
Hyeontae didn’t touch his food, just sipped coffee leisurely. After finishing most of the meal on all fours, Seungjun suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. The food tasted sweeter than ever, but he was eating it like an animal in heat, on the floor, while being fucked.
“Ugh… nnngh…”
Tears streamed down his cheeks. His human consciousness was so distant now that he couldn’t even pinpoint why he felt miserable—only that it hurt.
“Hngh…”
The knotting ended, and the robotic dog resumed its movements. At first, it had been painful, but now his ass accepted even the roughest pounding. Since Hyeontae hadn’t turned it off, the dog alternated between knotting and thrusting at intervals.
“Aah! Kyah—hngh—!”
Seungjun arched his back, trembling as his prostate was pounded mercilessly. His small cock had been rock-hard for ages, leaking fluid down his stomach. His face still smeared with food, he writhed in pleasure, unable to handle the sensations. Contrary to his expectations, the more he was stimulated, the more sensitive his body became. Even the slightest movement sent electric shocks through him.
“Such a healthy dog, isn’t he?”
“Yes…”
Hyeonjun, finished with his meal, set down his utensils and answered Hyeontae’s question. To him, it just looked like two black dogs mating. Only after the robotic dog came again did Hyeontae finally turn it off with the remote. The dog gave Seungjun’s back a few last licks before withdrawing and returning to its spot, sitting obediently. Seungjun lay sprawled on the floor, panting. His lower half was a mess of fluids, his ass burning and itchy. Hyeontae cleaned up the leftover food and gently wiped Seungjun’s face and lower body with a damp towel.
“Alright, since you’ve both eaten, time to head home.”
He hadn’t planned to keep them out too late. Hyeontae dressed Seungjun in the clothes he’d left by the door. The downside of a dog was that it couldn’t dress itself—an inconvenience.
“Hyeonjun, take Seungjun for a walk while I clean up.”
“Yes, have a good time.”
After putting shoes on Seungjun, Hyeontae whispered in his ear before leaving:
“If your ass feels hot and itchy, you can rub it—but no touching your cock. No masturbating, no coming. You’re only allowed to cum when the dog fucks you. Understood?”
The aphrodisiacs would take a while to wear off, and he was curious to see what would happen if Seungjun stayed frustrated. Seungjun whined in response, still on all fours even after being dressed. Stepping outside, the world was dark.
“Nngh…”
“Seungjun, are you alright?”
“M-Mister…?”
Once out of the aphrodisiac’s range, Seungjun groaned and struggled to his feet. His memories were hazy, but it was already night. Beside him stood Hyeonjun’s father, watching him with concern.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
