u/FuxeyWuxey

All characters are 18+

Authors note - Can we all agree Looksmaxxing is really really gay. Still pretty new to writing these stories; let me know what you think.

Avery’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the screen casting sharp shadows across his chiseled jawline. The forum thread was titled *Real Men Have Big Dicks*—another rabbit hole of toxic masculinity he couldn’t resist diving into. Thread after thread of guys bragging about their length, about how women *knew* just by looking at them that they were packing. *Big dick energy.* Avery wanted that. He *needed* it. He’d spent hours practicing his walk, his posture, the way he sat—anything to convince the world he was hung like a fucking stallion. But no matter how much he lied to himself, the truth was always there when he unzipped his jeans. His abs were sore from the two-hour gym session earlier, his biceps still burning from the last set of curls, but none of it mattered if he couldn’t measure up where it *really* counted. The comments were brutal, relentless: *"If you’re under 8, you’re not even in the game."* *"Small dick energy is a death sentence."*

He scrolled, his throat tight, until a notification popped up—his dad, Adam, had tagged him in a new photo on Instagram. Avery clicked, already bracing himself. There they were, side by side at the lake last weekend. Adam, effortlessly handsome in his unbuttoned flannel, his broad shoulders tapering into a torso that didn’t need a gym to look like it was carved from marble. And then there was Avery, all forced smiles and overcompensating posture, his carefully sculpted body dwarfed by his father’s natural dominance. The comments were already rolling in filled with his dad’s many followers thirsting over him but a few stuck out to Avery: *"Like father, like son—except one’s clearly the upgrade."* *"Damn, Adam, you mog your own kid?"*

Avery slammed his laptop shut, his face hot. It wasn’t fair. He busted his ass—literally—squatting, sprinting, starving himself for that Adonis belt, and still, his dad *mogged* him without even trying. And the one thing Avery couldn’t fix? The one thing that made all the gym gains meaningless? His dick. Six inches. *Pathetic.* He’d measured it a dozen times, hoping for a miracle, but no—just average. Worse than average, if you asked the forum, and no amount of looksmaxxing, no amount of gym time, no amount of tanning or skincare routines could change that. He was a god in every way except the one that mattered to him the most.

It wasn’t *small*, not technically. But it wasn’t *enough*. Not when the forums were full of guys bragging about their nine-inch pringle cans, not when every porn star he jerked off to had a cock that looked like it could split a girl in half.

Avery adjusted his stance in the mirror, hands dropping to his waistband. He’d read somewhere that posing with your thumb hooked in your belt made your dick look bigger. Pathetic. He pulled the back of his sweatpants down, then turned to check his ass from every angle. He flexed his ass in the mirror, admiring the roundness of it, the way his cheeks tightened when he squeezed. Maybe… maybe if he had a nice ass, women wouldn’t care about his dick? He’d read that some girls loved tight butts. Maybe he could compensate?

He spit in his hand, whipped out his cock, and pulled up a video he saved of a professor with a massive cock pounding the shit out of a busty slut hoping to pass his class. But then his phone buzzed. A notification from Adam: *"Dinner’s ready. Don’t make me eat alone again."*

Avery ignored the message. His fingers traced the line of his hip, then lower, brushing over his balls before sliding back—just the tip of his index finger pressing against his tight hole. He bit his lip. The forums said real alphas didn’t even *think* about this shit, but Avery couldn’t stop. What did it *feel* like? To be stretched open, to be *filled*? To have a cock so big it hurt, but in that good way, the way that made you whimper and beg for more?

Then his phone buzzed. Another notification from the forum—someone had posted a picture of a guy with a monstrous cock, and the comments were *filthy*. Avery’s dick twitched just from the thought of it.

He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t notice Adam walking into the room until the older man cleared his throat.

Avery jolted, spinning around—only to realize he was still naked, his fingers still buried in his ass

Adam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his dark eyes flicking over Avery’s naked body with the kind of casual appraisal that made Avery’s skin burn. "Didn’t know you were into playing with your ass," Adam drawled, his voice rough with amusement. "Or is this some new looksmaxxing trend? *Ass maxxing*?"

Avery’s hands flew to cover himself—one over his dick, the other slapping over his ass like he’d been caught doing something *dirty*. Which, okay, maybe he had. "Fuck off," he snapped, but his voice cracked, and his face was on fire.

Adam chuckled, he didn’t even have the decency to look away. Avery looked down and realized that massive dick was full screen on his phone still. "Relax, kid. Dinner is ready. Wash your hands and let’s eat,” he said before heading back down to the kitchen.

Avery groaned, stuffing his hard dick in his sweatpants. His father had that effortless kind of handsomeness—the kind that didn’t require a single rep in the gym, the kind that made Avery’s carefully cultivated alpha persona feel like a goddamn costume. Adam’s salt-and-pepper stubble, the way his broad shoulders filled out a simple white tee, the way women *and* men alike seemed to melt when he walked into a room. It wasn’t fair. Avery had spent years sculpting himself into the perfect specimen, yet every time they took a photo together, Adam *mogged* him without even trying.

He stormed downstairs, barefoot, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips—the ones that made his ass look like it was carved from marble. The kitchen smelled like garlic and seared steak, Adam leaning against the counter with a beer in hand, his biceps flexing as he flipped the meat. He didn’t even look up.

“Took you long enough,” Adam said, voice rough like gravel. “Thought you were gonna starve yourself again.”

Avery scoffed, grabbing a plate. “I don’t starve myself. I *optimize*.”

Adam finally turned, his dark eyes dragging over Avery’s body with a slow, assessing gaze that made his skin prickle. “Optimize, huh? You look like you’re one strong gust away from snapping in half.”

“Better than letting myself go,” Avery muttered, stabbing at the steak.

Adam chuckled, low and knowing. “Kid, you’re so busy trying to be perfect, you’re missing the point. Perfection’s boring.” He took a swig of his beer, then set it down with a *clink*. “You ever just… *let go*?”

Avery’s grip tightened on his fork. *Let go?* Like Adam did? Like the way he’d *let go* last night when Avery had heard noises coming from his father’s room—moans, the wet slap of skin, the deep, guttural commands that had made Avery’s cock twitch in his boxers. He’d pressed his ear to the door, heart hammering, until he’d seen the shadow of movement through the bottom of the door: Adam’s massive frame cracking some soy boy, the shadow of his ass flexing with every thrust.

“Daddy your dick is so big, it’s tearing my ass apart.” Avery had nearly cum in his pants just hearing those words from behind the door.

Now, Adam was looking at him like he *knew*.

“You got something to say?” Avery snapped.

Adam smirked. “Nah. But you look like you do.”

They ate in silence. After dinner Avery decided to finish his gooning session. He watched a couple vids he liked while he edged going from a fake casting vid to anal to a couple dp vids. He kept finding himself staring more and more at those massive cocks. He convinced himself it was just curiosity and for the first time looked in the gay category. The first video he watched from the homepage was a dad teaching his son how to do anal and he came 30 seconds into the video. He had hoped to goon longer but instead cleared his browser history and got in bed.

Avery couldn’t sleep.

He tossed in bed, his cock hard, his mind replaying the sounds from Adam’s room over and over. The way the guy had whimpered. The way Adam had growled, *"Take it, slut."* The way his father’s dick—*fuck*, he’d only caught a glimpse once, years ago, but it had been *huge*—must’ve stretched that poor hole wide open. He’d *touched* it too, late nights when Adam dozed on the couch and Avery’s fingers had itched with something he couldn’t name. He’d palmed him through his sweatpants, just to see, just to compare, and Adam had swatted his hand away with a lazy *"the fuck, kid?"* like it was nothing. Like Avery was nothing.

Avery jacked off again, his thoughts repeatedly wandering to how much more hung his dad was before covering his abs and cumgutters with jizz and passing the fuck out.

The next day he grabbed his keys and left for the gym needing to clear his head.

The gym mirror was Avery’s worst enemy and his only friend. He flexed again, twisting his torso to catch the light just right—every ab carved, every muscle striated, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Perfection. As he worked out he felt the stares. He knew he was the hottest guy in the gym but then he showed up. Adam leaned against the entrance of the gym, effortlessly gorgeous in a fitted black t-shirt and dark jeans, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Avery. Of course. He was always watching. Always *mogging* him in every damn photo, in every damn social setting, even here, in the one place Avery thought he had an edge.

Avery stormed over, his gym shorts clinging to his damp skin. "What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

Adam didn’t even flinch. "Just came to see if you wanted to grab a protein shake. You look like you could use one."

Avery scoffed. "I don’t need your pity shakes."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about pity? I just wanted to make sure my boy’s not working himself into an early grave."

Avery’s chest heaved, his frustration boiling over. "You don’t get it. I *am* working myself to an early grave trying to be better than this." He gestured wildly at his body. "And no matter what I do, I’ll never be *you*."

Adam’s smirk faded, replaced by something softer, almost pitying. "Avery…"

Adam sighed, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming in a way that made Avery’s pulse quicken despite his anger. "Come on, kid. Let’s talk outside."

They walked in silence to the parking lot, the humid night air clinging to their skin. Avery crossed his arms, staring at the pavement, his jaw clenched so tight it ached.

Adam leaned against his car, arms still crossed, looking annoyingly calm. "You think I was born like this?"

Avery scoffed. "Please. You’ve always been a Chad."

Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "I wasn’t always like this. I had to work for it too, Avery. But I also had… advantages."

Avery rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like being *born* with a nine-inch dick."

Adam’s eyebrows shot up, then he burst out laughing, a deep, genuine sound that made Avery glare at him even harder. "Is that what this is about?"

Avery’s face burned. "It’s not funny!"

Adam sobered, his expression turning serious. "Avery, look at me."

Avery refused, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Adam stepped closer, tilting Avery’s chin up with his fingers. "You really think that’s the only thing that makes a man an alpha?"

Avery swallowed hard, his breath hitching as Adam’s thumb brushed his lower lip. "It’s not?"

Adam smirked. "You’re not small, Avery. You’re just insecure. But if it’s that important to you…" He reached down, unbuckling his belt with slow deliberation.

Avery’s eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing?"

Adam pulled his cock out right there in the parking lot, thick and heavy, already half-hard as he gave it a slow stroke, the thick vein running along the underside making Avery’s mouth go dry.. "I’m just saying… if you’re *really* that obsessed with it. It’s just a dick son.”

Avery felt humiliated seeing that fat hairy cock. Avery thought Adam was rage baiting him, showing him exactly what he didn’t have and stormed off to his car to drive home.

He tried desperately to not think about it, play video-games and do anything he could to distract himself, but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to the parking lot. He couldn’t understand how casually his dad had whipped it out. Was he showing off? Was he teasing him? Or did he actually want to show his son his cock?

A creak in the hallway snapped him out of his spiral. Adam’s voice carried from the bathroom, humming something low and amused as the shower turned on. Avery’s pulse spiked. He knew he shouldn’t. He *knew*. But the door was ajar, just a crack, steam curling into the hallway like an invitation.

*One look. Just one.*

He moved before he could second-guess himself, pressing his back against the wall outside the bathroom. The mirror was fogged, but Adam’s silhouette was unmistakable—tall, lean, the kind of body that didn’t need to flex to command attention. Avery’s breath hitched as his dad turned, water sluicing over his chest, his—

*Holy fuck.*

Avery’s stomach dropped. He’d seen his dad shirtless plenty of times, but this? This was different. Adam wasn’t just *big*. He was *hung*. Thick, heavy, half-hard even under the spray, the kind of dick that made Avery’s six inches look like a child’s toy. His mouth went dry. That was what a *real* man looked like. That was what it took to make girls whimper, to make them *beg*.

The shower shut off. Avery bolted, but not fast enough.

“Avery.”

Adam’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, something dark and knowing. Avery froze mid-step, his face burning. “I—I was just—”

“Looking for the towels?” Adam stepped into the hallway, water still beading on his skin, a towel slung low on his hips. His cock was still half-hard, the tip peeking over the terrycloth. Avery’s gaze flicked to it before he could stop himself. “Or were you admiring the view?”

Avery’s throat worked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Adam chuckled, low and rough. “Bullshit. You’ve been sneaking looks for weeks.” He took a step closer, and Avery’s back hit the wall. “You’re obsessed with being an alpha, kid. But you’re missing the most important part.”

Avery’s hands clenched. “I’m not missing shit.”

“No?” Adam’s fingers brushed the waistband of Avery’s sweatpants, just a graze, but it sent a jolt through him.“ Then why are you so fixated on what’s between my legs?”

Avery’s breath came fast. “Because I—” He swallowed. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Adam’s eyebrow arched. “What what’s like?”

“Fucking a girl with a *real* dick.” The words spilled out before he could stop them. “I want to know what it *feels* like. To have them look at you like you’re a god because you’re *hung*.” His voice cracked. “But I’m not. I’m just… average.”

Adam studied him for a long moment, then smirked. “You want to know what it’s like to *fuck* with a big dick?” He reached down, adjusting himself through the towel. Avery’s eyes followed the movement, hypnotized. “Or do you want to know what it’s like to *take* one?”

Avery’s stomach twisted. “What?”

Adam’s hand shot out, gripping Avery’s chin, forcing his gaze up. “You heard me.” His thumb pressed against Avery’s lower lip, and Avery’s traitorous body reacted, his cock stirring in his pants. “You’re so desperate to be an alpha, but you don’t even know what it *means*. Alphas don’t just *have* big dicks, Avery. They *use* them.” His voice dropped. “They *ruin* people with them.”

Avery’s pulse pounded in his ears. “I—I don’t—”

“You do.” Adam’s grip tightened. “You’re *jealous*. You want what I’ve got.” His free hand slid down, palming himself through the towel. Avery’s breath hitched as the fabric tented, the outline obscene. “You want to know what it’s like to be *filled* by something that actually *matters*.”

Avery’s cock was hard now, aching. He hated it. Hated how his body betrayed him, how his dad’s words twisted something inside him. “I’m not a—” *faggot*, he almost said, but the word died on his tongue.

Adam’s laugh was dark. “No? Then why are you still here?” He dropped the towel.

Avery’s breath left him. Adam was *huge*—thick, veiny, the head already flushed dark with blood. It was nothing like Avery’s, nothing like the porn he’d watched. This was *real*. This was what made men *men*.

“You want to learn?” Adam stroked himself, slow, deliberate. “I’ll teach you.” His voice was a growl. “But I’m not gentle, Avery. I don’t *go easy*. You think you can handle that?”

Avery’s mouth was dry. “Yes.”

Adam’s grin was sharp. "Strip."

Avery’s breath hitched. "What?"

"Take. Off. Your clothes." Adam’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Avery hesitated, then pulled his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing as he dropped it to the floor. His shorts followed, leaving him in just his boxers, his cock already half-hard, pressing against the fabric.

Adam circled him like a predator, his fingers trailing down Avery’s spine, making him shiver. "You’re built, kid. But you’re still soft." His hand cupped Avery’s ass, squeezing hard. "I like that."

Avery’s cock jerked, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He *hated* how much he liked the way his dad’s hands felt on him.

Adam chuckled, low and rough. "See? You’re already putty in my hands." He gave Avery’s ass another squeeze before stepping back. "Now drop the boxers."

Avery hesitated, his fingers trembling as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband. He hesitated one last time before pushing them down, his cock springing free, already thick and heavy.

"You’re *hung*, kid. What, you think this is *small*?"

Avery’s face burned. "It’s not—"

"*Six inches*?" Adam scoffed, giving Avery’s cock a rough squeeze that made him gasp. "Please. You could *wreck* pussy with this." His thumb smeared the precome over Avery’s slit, and Avery’s hips jerked involuntarily. "But you don’t *know* that, do you? Because you’re too busy worrying about what some idiots on the internet say."

“You want me to talk to you like that forum…This,” Adam said, giving himself a slow stroke, “is a *big dick*.” His voice had dropped, gone rough. “Six inches is *cute*.”

Adam’s breath hitched, his gaze raking over Avery’s body. "Fuck, you’re a mess." He stepped closer, wrapping his hand around Avery’s cock, stroking him slow and deliberate. "But you’re *my* mess."

Avery moaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock throbbing in Adam’s grip. He was so close to coming already.

“You’ll be walking funny for a *week*."

Avery’s pulse roared in his ears. "I can take it."

Adam’s laugh was a dark, disbelieving sound. "No, you *can’t*." He released Avery’s cock, Avery falling back panting, then grabbed his hip, spinning him around. His palm cracked against Avery’s ass, hard enough to make him yelp. "Look at you. Tight as a *virgin*. You think you can handle *this*?" He pressed his cock against Avery’s ass, the heat of it searing through the crack. "You think you can take nine inches up that pretty little hole without *crying*?"

Avery’s breath hitched. "I—I can—"

"You *can’t*." Adam’s fingers dug into Avery’s hips, pulling him back against his body. His cock slid between Avery’s cheeks, the thick ridge pressing against his entrance. "You’d *break*." His lips brushed Avery’s ear. "But you *want* to, don’t you? You want to know what it’s like to be *fucked* by a *real* cock. To be *owned*."

Avery’s knees nearly gave out. "Yes."

Adam’s teeth grazed his neck. "Beg for it."

"*Please* dad can you put your big dick in my butt"

Adam turned him around, his fingers tangled in Avery’s hair, yanking his head down. Avery’s knees hit the carpet, his hands flying up to brace against his dad’s thighs. The scent of soap and musk filled his nose, the heat of Adam’s body radiating against his face.

It looked even bigger now, thick and veiny, the head already purple with need. He gripped the base, rubbing the tip against Avery’s lips. "Open."

Avery hesitated. His stomach churned. He’d never—he didn’t *want*—but Adam’s grip tightened, his cock twitching inches from Avery’s lips.

“Now.”

Avery parted his lips. The first press of the head against his tongue was overwhelming—salty, bitter, the weight of it foreign.

“Just do what girls usually do to your dick to mine.”

He gagged as Adam pushed deeper, his free hand slapping the back of Avery’s head.

“Relax your throat.”

Avery tried, but his body rebelled, his gag reflex firing. Tears pricked his eyes as Adam forced another inch, his hips rolling in a slow, cruel rhythm.

“You’re *terrible* at this.” Adam’s voice was amused, mocking. “Girls must *love* your six-inch nothing if this is how you suck cock.”

Avery’s face burned. He wanted to pull away, to scream, but Adam’s grip was iron. He hollowed his cheeks, trying to take more, but the taste was awful, the stretch of his jaw painful.

“That’s it,” Adam groaned, his fingers tightening. “Take it like a good little slut.”

Avery whimpered, his cock aching. He *hated* this. Hated how his body reacted, how his dad’s words made his stomach twist with something dark and hungry.

Adam pulled back suddenly, his cock glistening with spit. “You don’t like it?”

Avery wiped his mouth, his hand trembling. “It’s—fuck, it *tastes* like shit.”

Adam laughed, low and rough. “Good.” He gripped Avery’s chin again, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You think girls *like* the taste? You think they *want* to suck dick?” He shook his head. “They do it because they *have* to. Because a real man *makes* them.” His thumb brushed Avery’s lower lip. “You want to be a real man, Avery? Then you learn to *take* what you don’t like.”

Avery’s breath came fast. He *should* stop. He *should* run. But the way Adam looked at him—like he was *nothing*, like he was *owned*—it did something to him. Twisted something deep inside.

“Again,” Adam ordered.

Avery obeyed, parting his lips as Adam fed his cock into his mouth. The taste was still salty and musky, the girth stretching his jaw obscenely. Adam groaned, pushing deeper, his hips rolling as he fucked Avery’s mouth with slow, controlled thrusts.

"Fuck, your mouth was made for this," Adam growled, his fingers tangling in Avery’s hair, holding him in place. "You like that, don’t you? Being used like a fucktoy?"

Avery whimpered around the cock in his mouth, his own cock leaking onto the floor beneath him.

Adam pulled out with a wet *pop*, then smacked Avery’s face with his cock, the head leaving a streak of pre-cum across his cheek. "Stand up."

Avery scrambled to his feet, his legs unsteady, his cock aching for release.

Adam grabbed him by the throat, shoving him against the wall. "You want to know what it feels like to be *fucked*?" His other hand slid down, gripping Avery’s ass cheek hard enough to bruise. "Then you’re going to take it."

Avery’s breath came in ragged gasps. "I—I don’t know if I can—"

Adam cut him off with a sharp slap to the face, his eyes dark with dominance. "You *will*." He said before walking him into his bedroom by the throat.

The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from the hallway. Avery’s mind raced. He *should* have stopped this. Should’ve told Adam to fuck off, that he wasn’t some—some *slut*. But the way Adam looked at him, like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, like he *wanted* him more than anything—it made Avery’s chest ache.

“What position?” Adam asked, his voice rough.

Avery swallowed. He’d never—*never*—been fucked before. But the thought of Adam *inside* him, stretching him, *ruining* him—it made his cock harder than he’s ever been. The idea of *riding* mount evercock—of being in control—it made his hole clench. But the thought of being pinned, of being *taken*—it made his cock leak.

“Face down,” he whispered.

Adam’s grin was feral. “Good choice.”

Adam shoved Avery onto the bed, his body landing with a bounce. Avery scrambled back, but Adam was on him in an instant, flipping him onto his stomach, his strong hands pinning Avery’s wrists behind his back. The bed creaked under Adam’s weight as he pinned Avery face-down, his body covering Avery’s like a blanket of muscle and intent, the heat of his cock nestled between Avery’s ass cheeks. Avery’s heart hammered against the mattress, his fingers clutching the sheets.

“Fuck,” Adam groaned, his breath hot against Avery’s skin. “Look at this *bubble butt*.” His palms slid over Avery’s cheeks, squeezing, spreading. “You’ve got a *perfect* ass, kid. Tight little virgin hole just *begging* to be wrecked.”

Avery’s face burned. He’d never been touched like this—never been *spoken* to like this. Adam’s thumbs pressed against his crack, parting him, exposing him to the cool air.

“You ever had a tongue back here?” Adam murmured, his breath ghosting over Avery’s pucker.

Avery shook his head, his cock leaking against the sheets.

Adam chuckled. “Didn’t think so.” Then his tongue was there, hot and wet, dragging over Avery’s hole in one slow, filthy lick.

Avery gasped, his hips jerking. “Fuck—!”

Adam’s hands clamped down on his ass, holding him still as he lapped at him, teasing the tight ring of muscle. “You taste *good*,” he growled against him. “Bet you’re gonna feel even better when I’m buried inside you.”

Avery whimpered. His cock was aching, his hole clenching around nothing. He reached down, gripping himself, but Adam’s hand shot out, slapping his away.

“Didn’t say you could touch that,” Adam snapped. “You’re *mine* now. Every fucking inch of you.”

Avery’s breath hitched. The words sent a thrill through him, something dark and shameful.

Adam’s breath was hot against his skin. "Gonna *hurt*." His tongue dragged over Avery’s entrance, slow and wet, and Avery moaned, his cock dripping onto the sheets. "But you *want* that, don’t you? You want to *earn* it."

"Yes," Avery gasped.

Adam’s tongue pressed harder, spearing into him, stretching him just enough to make him squirm. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good little slut,” he murmured, pulling back just long enough to speak. “Gonna let me *ruin* this pretty hole.”

Avery’s stomach twisted. The idea of it—of being *used*, of being *owned*—made his cock throb. But the reality was setting in. *Anal*. He’d never even *considered* it before. It was supposed to *hurt*. It was supposed to be *degrading*.

"Please—" Avery gasped, his heart pounding.

Adam’s breath was hot against his ear. "Begging already? Good." His free hand slid down, fingers probing Avery’s hole, already slick with spit from earlier. "You’re gonna take my cock, Avery. And you’re gonna *love* it."

Avery whimpered as Adam’s finger breached him, stretching him open with brutal efficiency. He’d curiously fingered himself before, but nothing like this. Adam’s fingers were thick, calloused, *mean*, and they curled inside him, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust.

"More," he begged.

Adam added a second finger, scissoring them open. "Greedy *fuck*." His lips pressed against Avery’s ass cheek. "You were *made* for this." His fingers twisted, hitting something inside Avery that made his vision white out. "Feel that? That’s your *spot*. Gonna *milk* my cock when I hit it."

"Fuck—fuck, it’s too much—!" Avery’s cock was a steel rod beneath him, leaking onto the sheets, his body betraying him as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

Adam chuckled darkly. "Too much? You haven’t even felt *my* cock yet. You’re gonna take all of me,” Adam murmured, his lips against Avery’s ear. “Every. Last. *Inch.*”

Avery’s hole clenched around the intrusion. “I—I don’t know if I can—”

Adam’s teeth sank into the side of his neck, sharp and possessive. “You *will*.” He pulled his fingers free, then lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against Avery’s entrance.

Avery swallowed. His hole ached, slick with the lube Adam had worked in. It had burned, stretched him in ways he hadn’t known were possible. He’d whimpered, squirmed, but Adam had just laughed, his breath hot against Avery’s neck.

Avery hated it. Hated how his body reacted, how his cock leaked against the bed. Hated how *good* it felt when Adam’s fingers crooked inside him, pressing against that spot that made his vision white out.

“I’ve wanted this for *so long*. Wanted to see you like this—naked, needy, *mine*… Last chance to back out,” Adam murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Avery’s ear. His cock was a brand against Avery’s ass, thick and relentless. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

Avery’s chest ached. No one had ever talked to him like this. No one had ever *wanted* him like this.

“Well?” Adam’s teeth grazed Avery’s earlobe. “What’s it gonna be?”

Avery’s voice was a whisper. “Do it.”

Adam’s chuckle was dark. “Good boy.”

The first press of the head against his hole was overwhelming. Avery’s breath hitched, his body tensing, but Adam’s hand was a vice on the back of his neck, holding him down.

“Relax.”

Avery tried, but it was impossible. The stretch was *monstrous*, his body resisting even as his traitorous hole fluttered around the intrusion. Adam didn’t stop. He *pushed*, his cock breaching Avery inch by agonizing inch.

“Fuck—” Avery’s voice broke, his fingers clawing at the sheets. It *burned*. It *hurt*. “It’s too—”

“Big?” Adam’s hips rolled, forcing another inch inside. Avery screamed, his body trembling. “Yeah, it is.” Adam’s free hand slid down Avery’s back, his touch almost *gentle* as he rubbed slow circles over Avery’s spine. “But you can take it.” His voice was a purr. “You *will* take it.”

Avery whimpered. The praise sent a sick thrill through him, his cock throbbing against the bed. He *hated* this. Avery’s vision blurred. It *hurt*. It hurt so *bad*, but his cock was *throbbing*, his balls drawn up tight, his body *betraying* him. Hated how his body reacted, how his dad’s words made him *want* to please him.

Avery’s breath came in ragged gasps. He could feel every ridge, every vein, his body stretched to its limit. “I—I can’t handle it—”

“Isn’t this what you wanted” Adam’s voice was a growl. “I’ll give you a second to decide if you’re going to be a big boy for daddy.”

“I can take it.”

Then he *moved*.

The first thrust was shallow, testing. The second was *brutal*. Avery’s scream tore through the room, his body jolting forward. Adam didn’t stop. He *pounded*, his cock pistoning in and out of Avery’s hole with relentless precision. The bed frame rattled, the headboard slamming against the wall.

“Take it,” Adam snarled, his grip bruising. “Take my *cock*, you little slut.”

Avery sobbed, his body trembling. It *hurt*. It *burned*. But beneath the pain, there was something else—something dark and twisted and *good*. His cock was iron, leaking against the sheets, his body betraying him with every thrust.

Avery screamed, his back arching off the bed as pain lanced through him, white-hot and *unreal*. Adam was *everywhere*, stretching him open in ways he’d never imagined, his cock so thick it felt like it was splitting him in two.

"Fuck—fuck, you’re *tight*!" Adam groaned, his hips rolling pushing in and out of his second deeper hole, his balls slapping against Avery’s ass.

Avery sobbed, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling as Adam finally bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt inside him. "P-please—it hurts—!"

Adam’s grip on Avery’s wrists tightened, his voice a dark growl. "It’s *supposed* to hurt. You wanted to be *fucked*? Then take it," punctuating each word by bringing his shaft all the way out till his son’s ring pulled on his fat head before slamming all 9 inches back inside.

Adam’s hand slid under him, gripping Avery’s throat, forcing his back to arch. “You like that?” His voice was a dark purr. “You like being *fucked* like a whore?”

Avery’s vision blurred. It hurt. It hurt so *fucking* much. But the way Adam was talking to him—like he was precious, like he was *special*—made his cock ache. “I don’t like it,” he gasped, the word torn from him.

Adam reached around, wrapping his hand around Avery’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Adam’s laugh was cruel. “Liar.” He snapped his hips, driving deeper. Avery’s scream was raw, his body convulsing. “Your *cock* says otherwise.”

Avery’s vision blurred, his body caught between pain and pleasure, his cock swelling in Adam’s grip. He was going to come—*fuck*, he was going to come—and Adam *knew* it.

"Go on," Adam growled. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love being my *fucktoy*."

Avery whimpered as Adam pulled back, then slammed in again. The pain was sharp, but beneath it, something darker pulsed—pleasure, twisted and wrong. “Harder,” he begged, his voice breaking.

Adam didn’t need to be told twice. His grip on Avery’s wrists bruising, he fucked into him with deep, punishing strokes, each one dragging a moan from Avery’s throat.

Avery’s orgasm crashed over him like a fucking tsunami, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum painted the sheets beneath him. He sobbed, his body convulsing as Adam’s cock pistoned into him, his own release building, his balls drawing up tight.

“All of it,” Adam panted, his voice rough with effort. “You took *all* of me.”

Avery’s orgasm had hit him like a freight train. He kept cumming with a broken cry, his body clenching around Adam’s cock. The pleasure was *wrong*, twisted by the pain, by the humiliation, but it was the most intense thing he’d ever felt.

Adam didn’t stop. He *fucked* Avery through it, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath ragged. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna *ruin* you.”

Avery’s hole ached, his body trembling. He could feel it—the way Adam swelled inside him, the way his thrusts grew sloppy, desperate.

“Fuck—” Adam’s grip on Avery’s hips was bruising. “Take it son. That’s your dad’s big dick cumming inside you.”

His release was a scalding flood, filling Avery to the brim. Avery whimpered, his body clenching around the intrusion, his hole struggling to contain it. Adam groaned, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside Avery, his cum dripping down Avery’s thighs.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then Adam pulled out, his cock glistening with cum and lube. Avery’s hole burned, his body aching, but there was a strange *fullness* to it. A satisfaction he didn’t understand. Avery looked over at his dad’s massive cock, slick with the load he just pumped inside him and still couldn’t believe that had been inside him.

"Told you you couldn’t handle it."

Avery’s laugh was weak, breathless. "Worth it."

Adam chuckled, flopping onto the bed beside him. "Yeah?" He reached over, gripping Avery’s chin and turning his face toward him. "You still think you need a big dick to be an alpha?"

Avery’s cheeks heated. "No."

His fingers traced lazy circles on Avery’s back. "Good." His voice dropped, rough and possessive. "Because you’re *mine* now. And I’m gonna *ruin* you every chance I get."

Avery’s cock twitched.

*Fuck.*

“Language son”

Avery’s face burned. He *should* be disgusted. He *should* be horrified. But as Adam’s cum dripped out of him, marking the sheets, all he felt was a dark, twisted *pride*.

He’d taken it. He’d *survived*.

And for the first time, he *understood*.

Adam’s grin was slow, knowing. “Ready for round two?”