Asriel yanked harder on the leash. “Wakey wakey, big guy…” The kingly, yellow-bearded man’s body was jolted forward, awakening him and bringing the two within whispering distance. “… you wouldn’t sleep through your only chance to get ridden by your own son, would you?”

In this moment, Asgore felt many things. The shock and confusion at how Asriel had gotten him into this room, which seemed endless on all sides, pitch dark aside from the one dim light above him. The surprise and confusion at how he seemed to like being treated this way. The guilt of being sexually aroused by his boy’s-

*Smooch.*

“Golly,” said Asriel to the man he’d spent the past few hours hog-tying. “You sure stood up fast.” A saliva string from Asriel’s tongue to the tip of Asgore’s pride and joy draped and glistened under the dim light. Asgore took in a quick breath, preparing to speak up, but…

“Uh-uh-uh…!” Asriel shook his head in a coy, disapproving manner. “One word without my permission, and I’ll broadcast this little ‘fantasy’ to the rest of the kingdom! See that camera?” Asriel pointed to a blinking light in the dark. “That’s just one of the many Alphys so kindly provided to make sure you behave.”

Asgore’s thoughts raced with fear, but his gargantuan girth throbbed. It’d been erect since before he’d woken up, Asriel giving it a little ‘encouragement’ early on. “You’ve dreamed about this, haven’t you?” Asriel began pacing, circling his father like a shark. “You’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Asgore vigorously shook his head, leading Asriel to scoff in return. “Don’t lie to me, Dad. You’ve been a filthy pedophile from the day you had me. Just look at that needy cock twitch and bounce, so desperate for attention from my underage body…”

Asriel leaned in from the left, lifting his father’s ear. “Well, guess what.” He walked around to the right, lifting the other. “You’re going to get it.” Asgore’s head cocked back slightly as a wave of pleasure ran down his body from the whispers, momentarily drowning out the overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame.

“But first,” Asriel relented, “there is something I must give you.” Asriel pulled a remote from his pocket, pointing it outward and pressing a control. A new light, just as dim as the first, illuminated a nearby table. Asgore observed the items present atop it – one was something large, and ring-shaped. There was also a pile of cards. 

“Hee hee hee…” the young goat snickered as he took the ring-like object. “This one’s for you.” Asriel walked back over to Asgore, the object now close enough for him to make it out clearly. It was a collar. Asgore drew another breath to protest but stopped himself just in the nick of time. “Ooh, that was close…”

*Click.*

Asriel didn’t waste any time placing the collar around Asgore’s neck. “Cute, isn’t he?” The boy turned towards the blinking light once again as if speaking to an eager, anticipatory audience. “Let’s see how long it takes for him to melt.”

Asriel walked back over to the table, taking the cards. “Oh yes…” he said in a tone not unlike a certain TV star. “These should do nicely.” Asriel shuffled through the deck and picked out a small selection before turning towards the blushing, tied-up man.

“Here’s how this is going to work.” Asriel took a card. “First, I’ll show you a set of five cards. Each card will portray us engaging in an activity.” Asriel flipped the card over, showing its front side to his prize goat. The card depicts the pair playing catch, along with a subtitle at the bottom, which reads “CATCH.”

“All you have to do…” Asriel took his finger and gently pushed on Asgore’s collar. “… is tell me which one you want us to do the most.” Asgore’s face turned nervous, still unsure if he was allowed to speak. “You may only say the name of the activity on the card, and only while all five cards are presented to you.”

Asgore let out a small sigh, relieved to at least have been given clear instructions. This will be easy, he thought. I will simply choose the least sexual option.

“Ready?”

Asgore reluctantly nodded his head. Asriel then selected five cards from the deck and began revealing them one by one. “Let’s see...”

Petting. Asriel is shown petting his father’s head.
Walking. Asriel and Asgore are shown walking through Hotland.
Shopping. Asriel and Asgore are shown entering a shop in Snowdin.
Exercise. The two are portrayed working out in a gym.
Pawjob. Asriel is shown caressing his father’s cock with his paws.

At the sight of the last card, Asgore winced and blushed. It was now that he realized, to his horror, which one he wanted – at least instinctively. And it wasn’t even close. But he composed himself, knowing he didn’t have to choose it. “Walking!”

*Bzzzzzt!*

A jolt of electricity rocked Asgore’s body upon his uttering of the word. “Oh… how disappointing,” remarked Asriel as he recollected the cards. “I thought I could trust you with that collar on.” Asriel turned away, acting as if Asgore’s statement hurt him on a personal level. Then, he spoke with his back turned, reaching into an ominous pocket of his voice. “Lie to me again, and I’ll have no choice but to make this broadcast public.”

Asriel sighed and turned back around, throwing the five cards onto the ground in front of Asgore. “I’ll give you one more chance.” Asriel looked directly into Asgore’s eyes, piercing into his SOUL with an indescribably powerful gaze. “What do you want us to do?”

Asgore froze. Every fiber of his being resisted this, revolted at the thought of it. This was wrong. This was immoral. And yet, he didn’t seem to have a choice. But wait, what if he simply didn’t say anything? It wouldn’t be lying, after all. He’d just be-

“Three.”

Asgore’s face turned to one of shock. He’d used the ‘counting’ strategy often on his son, but hadn’t considered it could be used on him. He-

“Two.”

Asgore’s time was running out, and fast. He squirmed under the pressure of those ropes he found himself bound within. He knew if he took too-

“One.”

Asgore’s panic shot up tenfold. It was now or never. He took in a sharp breath, and then, fighting with all his willpower, he spoke. “Pawjob!!!!!”

...

The feeling of electricity didn’t come this time. Only feelings of extreme embarrassment and humiliation. “There, there… it’s alright.” Asriel cooed. “Just relax and enjoy what I’m about to give you.” Asriel tossed the rest of the cards to the side and quickly stripped off his clothes. He bent down, bringing him level with Asgore’s massive, pulsating member. Pre had already leaked from the tip, rolling down the side.

Asriel grazed his finger across its length, collecting that small bit of pre. He tasted it. “Sweet. Just like you, Dad…” Asgore turned away, hiding his profusely blushing face. “Hee hee hee.” With confidence, Asriel took full hold on Asgore’s wood. “Doesn’t that feel good?” He tugged vigorously up and down the shaft. Asgore squirmed some more, his body writhing in pleasure as the feeling of total moral decay sank in.

Asriel worked like an expert, painting a paw-ridden picture on Asgore’s towering teasing stick. Has he done this before? The old king wondered. He was certainly better at it than Toriel ever was. And the thought of cumming from his adorable little paws certainly helped things along.

“You know this one’s gonna be big, don’tchya?” Asgore nodded, his face tense, and his eyes snapped shut. “Yeah… you’re gonna cum hard for your goat boy.” Pre was practically flowing from his cock while Asriel went to town on the utterly compromised man. But as Asgore grew ever closer, he remembered what Asriel had told him at the beginning. “…  your only chance to get ridden by your own son…”

Just the thought of it almost made him erupt on the spot. But Asriel could tell he was on the verge now and let go just before disaster. The member bounced freely, twitching violently while Asgore’s body shook from being brought so tantalizingly close. “Aren’chya excited? It’s time for the main event!” Asriel shot another glance at that blinking light, the implication only serving to enhance this wholly depraved fantasy.

Asriel took the leash attached to Asgore’s torso and pulled it forward, taking a seat on the old man’s lap. The same lap that had a dick sticking out of it. As his father’s full length slid into him, bit by bit, the two couldn’t help but moan. Loud, sensual, passionate. Seeing Asgore’s trembling face up close was an additional delight for the boy. He knew his old man had started to relish in this feeling of corruption, just as much as he had when he first engaged in this depravity – as a flower.

Asriel planted his face into Asgore’s, giving his snout a full-on tongue bath. Asgore quickly understood, as any good father would, and opened his maw for the boy to penetrate. It was all starting to come naturally to him now. Asriel grabbed hold of Asgore’s sides, rocking his little body up and down Asgore’s cock. The cub’s tailhole gripped it like a champion, a feeling of tightness unrivaled by anything Toriel could ever offer.

Meanwhile, the two males gave each other some seriously sopping-wet french kisses. Tongues intertwined, saliva coating the interior walls of each other’s mouths -- hot, wet breath trading places between them. For just a moment, Asriel pulled away to catch his breath. “You like that, don’t you?” teased Asriel.

In response, Asgore used what little freedom of motion he had to dive in even deeper, pushing his lady-licker to the limit within Asriel’s mouth. Asriel’s bouncing intensified; the young prince knew his king was close. Up, and down. Up, and down. Harder, and faster, and with fervor. Asgore could feel that orgasm building up within him. Asriel himself could feel an orgasm coming, too. With one last gasp for air, Asriel pulled his head away before plunging it back in, thrusting both his tongue and his rear end as deep as he could manage.

*Spurt, spurt.*

With a tremendous moan, Asgore’s body convulsed as his glorious seed shot its way into Asriel’s caboose. Squirt after squirt, the precious pearly-white cargo entered Asriel’s body like a freight train. Finally, Asriel gave in as well, seed spewing from his little ‘hot dog’ onto Asgore’s kingly yellow-haired chest. Asriel soon collapsed onto the older goat, forming the top bun of this unsightly, unholy royal sandwich.

Several minutes worth of afterglow passed before Asriel got up off his father, standing up and slowly regaining his bearings. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Asriel snickered and looked at his father with a smug expression. “Oh, wait. You were the hardest thing in this concrete warehouse.” Asriel took the remote from earlier and pressed another control. The lights around them came on, revealing the large, abandoned area they were situated in.

Asgore took immediate note of the blinking light he’d feared was a camera this whole time. His own son played him for a chump, and he’d suspected as much all along. But there was no going back now. The deed had been done. And he enjoyed it. He reveled in it. And he’d willingly do it again. But that ‘repeat airing’ would have to wait for now. “Let’s get you untied, old man. Maybe next time, we’ll get Toriel in on the fun.”

Asriel untied his father from his bondage, and the two left the old Hotland warehouse. Asriel bounced with glee, knowing he’d followed that mysterious man’s instructions to the letter. But who was he? On their way out, Asriel took notice of something he hadn’t seen before. A plaque on the warehouse’s wall, engraved with a peculiar name – “X.P. Lovey.”

“Oh well. It’s probably nothing,” he thought to himself. “Let’s go home, Dad.”