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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Father/Son_Incest, Humiliation, Rough_Sex, Size_Difference, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Face-Fucking, Age_Difference, Creampie
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-25 Words: 8221
****** A Controlled Flame ******
by livid_no_more
Summary
     Enji discovers something about Shouto that brings out uncomfortable
     feelings towards his son and even more uncomfortable actions.
Notes
     This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, not a lot to say
     about it except that it was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!
A man who raises a son should want the best for them; they should be stern but
also understand that a child is still a child, fully deserving of sympathy and
patience. Enji Todoroki is Endeavor, the number two hero and that style of
parenting hasn't ever come across his mind. He has always preferred a more
aggressive way of doing things in life and parenthood was no exception. He
prefered emotional and physical abuse that takes a toll on a child, to
strengthen them through pain and strict discipline. Over time his son Shouto
had quickly began to despise his father, it started to first manifest with the
treatment of him and his mother, which inevitably led to the scarring of his
face and her placement into a psychiatric hospital; the way he was treated
before and after these pivotal moments of abuse in his life were simply more
reasons for Shouto to hate him.
He and Enji share few similar traits. In fact they begin and end almost
immediately with the fire powers they possess. When it comes to differences
there's their personalities, the physical builds they have and the fact that
Shouto has an extra ability at his disposal, making him in theory far deadlier
than his father. That last difference in particular was something that made
Enji very excited, a son that would grow to be stronger than he was, he loves
the idea. He dreamed of a proper heir to his throne, he wanted someone with his
blood to become the next number one hero. He had tried many times until Shouto
came about, a true blessing for his dream. It was why he told himself that
pushing him so hard was necessary. It was quite a pleasure he felt, thinking
about all this, thinking of all the ways Shouto would be superior to him.
Another difference between the father and son would make itself known soon
enough. It would not be a difference with powers or with their personalities.
It would involve a size difference physical in nature but not in a way anyone
would expect. A difference Enji is not prepared for.
 
Shouto takes really long showers, with his quirk it’s difficult for him to find
the proper temperature but when he does it’s an immaculate feeling. In doing
this Shouto can easily lose track of time, sometimes taking a shower for up to
an hour. It's small things like this that Enji cannot stand. They’re home alone
for the weekend, his siblings are off on a small vacation, enjoying themselves.
Shouto is stuck home having to train, to “better himself”. It’s a tiring
affair. Something he's had to endure his whole life. It's a nice shower. Very
relaxing. He’s taking his time. The banging that happens next is expected.
“Hurry the hell up Shouto! I’m sick of you wasting valuable time like this!”
Enji screams out at him through the door. Shotou ignores him, he doesn’t want
to deal with his father’s bullshit today, not this early, not when he feels so
good. The banging stops and for a few moments Shouto is content again. Then a
large crash and the snapping of wood is heard.
“Did he bust down the damn door?” Shouto thinks in disbelief and before he even
can react the shower curtains are pulled off and his father is standing right
in front of him in full costume.
With the curtains in hand he begins to start the tirade he already had planned
to make the moment the boy went into the shower, fully expecting this to occur.
However while standing there something is off. He doesn't know why he does what
he does next, it's as if subconsciously he always wondered how Shouto would
look like in this situation. His eyes creep down. Shouto is naked, soaking wet,
water all over the boys tight young body. He's impressive for how young he is,
the training while grueling had clearly paid off. What's more impressive is the
thing that catches Enji’s eyes immediately. Between his thick strong thighs
lays his member. All 7 inches of it, wet and hanging loose. Enji sees this and
he can't think straight anymore. It's an absolute sight to behold.
He can't believe Shouto has such a large thing on his body. His heart is racing
and he doesn't know why, he feels a lump in his throat, his face starts
slightly turning red in embarrassment. Why would he be embarrassed? What was
happening to him? Seconds pass, Enji drops the curtains and turns around,
trying now to hide not only his face which continues to get redder by the
second but also that thing rising in his pants.
“Get dressed Shouto.” He says meekly. “Meet me in the training room when you're
done.” before walking out the restroom through the broken down door.
His own son, his Shouto. Enji can't believe what he just experienced, what he
just felt. He pushes out those feelings he had with newer ones. He tries to
cloud them out with angriness. That little shit has a bigger dick than him. A
much bigger dick. Insecurity is an insidious killer for men like Enji. He wants
to get back to normal and wants for these disgusting ideas galloping through
his mind to go away. He tries but he can't help it. He needs something and he
doesn't like what it is.
The training was surprisingly lax, Enji wasn’t fully into it, preoccupied with
other thoughts and Shouto was smart enough to take full advantage of that. He
would take breaks when possible and not go all out when his father usually
would force him to. Enji wasn't ignoring the boy however, he would try to take
quick glances when possible; at his crotch, back, legs and arms. He needed to
stop this, it's his own son and he can't help himself from gazing. He was sick,
confused and aroused. Feeling angry at Shouto over how much bigger he is should
be taking precedence, he doesn't want to be excited over such a fact but
excited is all he can think about. His anger is the most powerful emotion he
has in his brain and should easily be taking over by now yet there’s something
holding it at bay. There's something that's asserting itself far more than any
amount of anger he can muster up. Lust.
The day goes on, the two avoiding each other for different reasons and then
dinner arrives. Enji was initially planning on not going through with it but he
felt that things were already seeming odd, he needed to make sure Shouto kept
to his structure. Enji has a lot on his mind while he's sitting at the table.
Shouto is completely oblivious to the goings on with his father's head, his
sick fantasies he was running through his mind. There’s not a lot of eating and
even less talking. At first Enji was doing his best of trying to not make his
thoughts obvious. He didn't want to let the boy know how weak he was but weak
is just what he is. Enji can’t take his eyes off Shouto, he is drawn to him in
his splendor. His attempts at containing himself as were simply no longer
possible, it is as if like someone is pouring gasoline on his fire. Shouto is
now fully aware of how his father is acting at the table, his eyes stabbing him
with hard long looks, he sees the sweat dripping from his face onto his plate.
There's an aura of awkwardness abound.
He decides to break the uncomfortable silence
“Is something wrong with you?” He says inquisitively, rather unsure of how
exactly to approach him. Enji snaps out of his trance for a second and quickly
dashes his eyes down to his plate off of Shouto. He refuses to reply. “Hello?”
Shouto continues, waving his hands in the face of his father “Is there
something wrong with you? You seem less…mean than usual.”
That remark triggers something inside Enji. He uses it as fuel not for a fire
of lust but one of anger and aggression. He won't let these emotions shooting
around inside him let him to lose his authority he’s worked years to obtain.
He explodes out of his chair. “Oh yeah!” He screams, his fire powers now active
engulfing him all around “You want me to get mad! I’ll get mad you three legged
freak!”
It takes a few seconds for Shouto to realize what he just referenced. It takes
Enji no time at all. The look on his face is one of absolute embarrassment. He
knows what he said, he knows he should have kept his mouth shut but his need to
let the boy know he can't be talked to like that was too overwhelming. So he
blurted something out that came to him immediately from his thoughts that
should have kept to himself. It’s as if like there's a lump in his throat, a
sensation he'll have again very soon.
A few moments pass but Shouto finally catches on. “Are you really telling me
all this weird behavior is about what happened this morning? What the hell's
the big deal?” He says sounding genuinely baffled. “It's not like we're that
different in size or anything, right?”
Silence.
His father is no longer engrossed in flames. There’s a disgust inside himself.
He wants to say something but his mouth is like a clamped shell.
“Oh?” Shouto continues, his tone changed slightly trying to sound more
sympathetic yet a hint of smugness can be heard. “Are you telling me you’re
smaller than me? So what? It's just a piece of meat, you shouldn't be
threatened by that”.
There's a certain sting attached to this. Whether intentional by Shouto or not,
Enji feels it. He finally opens his mouth again to respond.
“It’s not that!” He shouts, his face pink toned from embarrassment, this whole
situation becoming a nightmare for him. “You’re just a little punk, I’m not
threatened by you or anything on your body!” There's a brevity of silence.
Shouto doesn’t say anything. An idea comes to him however, he's never seen his
father act like this before, so stressed over something so ridiculously
unimportant. He decides to have some fun with him, he doesn't think about
consequences or what this will do their already strained relationship, he just
wants to completely embarrass him. At least just a little.
Shouto stands up and begins moving his hand to the zipper of his pants. Enji
reacts immediately, his eyes bulge at his son. “What the hell are you doing?”
Enji is completely flustered now, his face is roasy again and his heart is
pumping like an engine, he couldn't do anything about this if he wanted to.
He's frozen watching his child beginning to undress in front of him.
 
Shouto takes his pants off, making no attempt to look at his father during it.
He carefully fold them and then he grabs hold of his boxers going through the
same process. With his bottom completely exposed front and back he walks over
to his father with nothing but a shirt on. His large cock is hanging down like
a medallion. Enji jumps out of his chair, trying to create some distance; he's
sweaty and trying desperately to keep his erection down, pushing down on his
crotch, trying to think of anything other than his son standing right in front
him with his 7 inch cock exposed.
“Well?” the boy says with a blankness, a small smirk seeping through “This
doesn’t threaten you?”
Enji once again tries to regain his command. “Put your damn cock away!” he
blurts out, trying to not stutter over himself.
“How about you do it for me?” Shouto quips back smugly.
He has to admit, right now he’s having some fun. His own dad is being as
insecure as a teenager on their first day of high school, desperately trying to
keep himself under control and doing a dreadful job of it. He thinks that’s all
there is to it, no insidious thoughts running through his father's head.
Nothing that could possibly end up more disgusting than what has already
transpired. He’s sorely mistaken.
Enji is stunned, standing still, face a mess of sweat and fire. He's losing any
control he thought he still had, licking his lips no with hands trembling.
Shouto’s cock grazing his leg within grasp. The sight of it is one thing but
actually having it touch him even in such a minor way is another. He needs
more, Enji steadys his hand and begins moving it towards his son’s member.
Instantly, Shouto shoots back.
“What the fuck?” He looks his father in the face and all he can see is one
emotion radiating off it. Desire. Shouto is the one who started this whole
ordeal but he didn't expect his own dad to do something like this. Enji can’t
contain it anymore.
“You have to use it on me. I can’t deal with you having that thing between your
legs and not using it on me” he slurs out, drunk on lust, completely cock
hungry. “I'm your father. You need to do what I say.”
Shouto remains flabbergasted at the situation. What the hell was going on? Was
his dad really asking for him to have sex? Before he can even think of
responding Enji unzips his own pants to reveal his cock, fully erect at 5
inches. An average size for a average person but Endeavor isn't that. Shouto's
cock is much more suited for someone of his caliber.
This dinner had become an absolute disaster. Shouto let himself get carried
away, he sensed the insecurity in his father and he went for a killing blow of
sorts. Now here they are, father and son face to face with their cocks out.
Shouto has to get to his room; to make himself proper, go to sleep and try to
forget any of this ever happened. Sounds easy enough but a teenage boys mind is
truly something.
Instead of simply heading to his room, an idea begins to surface in his head.
“Would dad really let me have my way with him? Would he actually let his own
son use his body?” He continues in thought, this sight seeming more and more
unreal but also more of a one in a chance opportunity. “Would he, or anyone
else for that matter, ever get the chance to see the great Endeavor in such a
submissive,depraved way? To use him in that way?”. Shouto doesn't consider
himself a deviant but he does have urges. He also has pride and a bubbling
hatred for his father. What better way is there to get back at this man than to
take him sexually. He comes to a decision, if his father wants his son's cock
then that's what he'll get.
Before he even really thinks about it the first words Shouto tells his father
are “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
There’s a stillness in the air once that is uttered. Enji seems to have came
back to earth, at least from how composed he seems to be now. His cock is put
back away and he doesn't look too hungry for Shouto. He seems practically back
to normal. This gives the boy a brief feeling of dread. Did he hesitate too
long? Did his father snap out of it? Is he completely screwed? A few terrifying
seconds pass with Shouto going through several scenarios of insidious torture
he will have to endure for making such a brash move. Then a thud is heard, Enji
is on his knees in front of his child. A weight is lifted from Shouto’s chest.
Now they can start.
Enji is the one who initiates it, he grabs Shouto's fully erect cock and starts
by eyeing it. It's a magnificent size. He has to use both hands to grasp it.
This boy is thick, real thick, it's an impressive girth for a boy his size and
age. Enji is salivating but snaps out of it trying to still enforce his
fatherhood attitude. “Don't think this size means anything” he stutters out,
still a mess of embarrassment. “If you can't use the damn thing then how big
you are doesn't matter!”
Shouto can't help but scoff at his father's pathetic attempts to control of the
situation. “Are you going to suck it or should I just go the bed? I have things
to do tomorrow you know.”
Enji gives Shouto a low snarl and then without hesitation he begins. He starts
licking his head, it's incredibly sensitive and Shouto reels a bit with the
first touch of the tongue but quickly he sorts himself out. His father
continues licking around his head, licking the foreskin and tasting him as much
he can. He then pulls it back as far as possible leaving his head fully
exposed. This one eyed monster staring him right in the face. Enji lets loose
multiple kisses to the tip, each one longer than the last. He sticks his tongue
slightly inside his pisshole with each successive peck. Tasting even more of
the boy.
Now he moves to the shaft. He slurps on the sides of the cock loudly, moving
front to back on each side. He wants every spot of his cock to be fully
drenched in his saliva, there’s a precision about this. Shouto doesn't know if
his father has ever sucked a cock before but if he hasn't then he's one hell of
a first timer. He has to stop himself from continuing with this praise for this
tyrannical blowhard. This piece of shit. He doesn't deserve praise. He deserves
to be fucked senseless, to be made into a cocksleeve for his child. Shouto is
trying to keep himself composed, head up with eyes to the ceiling. He's loving
it. He doesn't want to but he is.
Once the shaft is wet enough Enji moves on to his balls. He places both balls
inside his mouth using his tongue to massage them. They roll around softly like
they're being caressed by an angel. A truly heavenly mouth he's inside right
now. The vacuum like suction being done to them is almost too much for Shouto.
He takes a quick glance down and he sees his father's face, with balls in his
mouth and his massive member hanging down on top of it. He puts one hand on his
head, petting him softly. It’s an odd sensation for Shouto to see his father
like this.
It’s an enjoyable situation but Shouto needs to assert himself again and he
needs to establish dominance. He wants to enjoy this to some degree but he
can't let Enji just walk all over him like this. With a quick slap to the
temple of Enji he commands his position. His balls drop from Enji’s mouth and
sag between his legs. He’s pissed. Shouto has never hit him before, let alone
in the head. He even put a little ice on the hit so that he could feel the
sting more. Shouto wants his father to know that he's the one in charge, not
him. Enji likes it.
He takes the hint and stops focusing on Shouto's balls. He gives a quick smile
and grabs his cock, now’s the time for him to put his throat to work.
“I'm going to take it all now you brat so get ready!” Enji exclaims with a look
of slight anger and determination in his eyes now, a twinkle of joy is visible
but still being overshadowed by his ego. He's still putting on this facade even
when talking about sucking his own son's cock. This amuses Shouto to no end.
He wastes little time and inserts the long girthy beast into his mouth. He
struggles at first but eventually eases into it, his jaw almost gets dislodged
a little but in the end he finds a comfortable position. He's using his tongue
as best he can by pushing it around the shaft trying to massage it with hard
slow licks. His throat is making a loud squishing sound every time it gets
sucked in and out. Enji has no gag reflex and each time it goes down he tries
his hardest to push it further. For Shouto this is a wonderful sensation, his
father's throat is strong and tight. It feels like it was made for his cock,
almost like this situation was destined to come.
 
Shouto is on cloud nine. He almost doesn't want to look down at his father's
face during this for fear or being impressed with him once again but he does.
His father's eyes are those of a man obsessed with dick. He wants to please
this boy in any way he can and he is doing quite the job of it. Shouto sees
this in his father's face; his cock is sliding in and out of his mouth, a look
of pure lust is now sparkling in his eyes. He can't help but feel something for
this despicable man, he caresses the face of his father while his cock still
pumping away at his mouth. He loves the way his muscles tighten in his whole
head when he's deepthroating him. He runs his hands through his red hair and
beard, he cherishes the softness of it all. He looks him in his eyes once more
and that's when he notices the tears running down his face. They could easily
be looked at as tears of joy but these are a bit more than that, they’re from
Enji starting hit his limit.
He takes the cock that’s deeply placed inside his throat starts gasping for
breath. Before he can fully compose himself however Shouto opens his own mouth,
again asserting his dominance.
“Did I say you can stop?” Enji can't muster a response before Shouto continues
“If you want this cock so bad, then you have to take it”. Shouto opens up his
father's mouth and puts his dick right back into his throat, Enji isn't
expecting it and is immediately taken aback.
“What is this little shit doing?” he thinks to himself but deep down he knows
this is exactly what he wanted. Shouto is in full control and now he goes all
out. He slams the old man on his back, pinning him to the ground and begins to
face fuck his father as hard as he can. His speed is intense. Enji can barely
comprehend what's happening. The only thing he's capable of right now is
gagging on cock. This herculean in size hero is now being held on the ground
and fucked in his mouth by his teenage son who isn't even half his size. His
face turns bright red and tears begin flowing much more furiously, his limbs
are flailing around trying to resists but inevitably he settles down and tries
to just take it..
With a nine inch cock slamming his mouth at a breakneck speed Enji can be heard
whimpering. He's sounds so sweet. He's having a tough go, his hands are
clenched into a fist by his side now, he doesn’t know what to do with them.
Shouto starts pumping his mouth even faster. Enji’s cheeks are as red as a
tomato and his his eyes are leaking out. His once sparkling eyes look bloodshot
and soaking wet. Enji has to hold on for dear life now, he grabs hold of
Shouto's hips during this assault on his mouth, trying somehow to ease him a
little. It's too much for him.
Shouto continues pounding his throat until he thinks the old fucker has had
enough. He pulls his cock out from the strong, tight throat and let's his dad
catch a small break. He's sprawled out, back on the floor with tears drenching
his face which looks so bright now it looks like it could be used for heat.
He’s ragged dolled and gasping. Shouto can't help but say something to his dad
while he's in this state. He once again slaps his face, this time more
playfully, and says with a coyness “Don’t get soft on me now boy.”
Enji can’t help but smile now.
Shouto then lets out a demand “Get up and follow me.” Enji is confused at first
but then Shouto continues “I'm gonna show you what real manhood is. I'm going
to fuck your ass until you beg me to stop, until you understand who the real
man is here. Tonight you're going to learn what it means to be a at the
receiving of real abuse.”
He looks into his father's eyes who is completely entranced in his young child.
A mixture of immense proudness and an unsatable longing flow through Enji in
this moment. Shouto concludes his small speech, turning around now, facing away
from his father's gaze, trying to not let it get to him.
“But I don't plan on doing all that on some uncomfortable hardwood floor. We’re
going to your bedroom. I want to be comfortable when I ruin you”
Once that last word is uttered Enji does what he was told almost immediately,
he stands up and begins following his son to the master bedroom where he'll get
what he was asking for.
 
While walking to the room Shouto makes sure to keep his hand on his father's
neck the whole time, guiding him alongside him. Not an easy task given their
difference in stature but it's necessary if he wants Enji to learn his place.
He takes a quick look at his father's face yet again and he is grimacing like
mad. It's funny how hard he's trying to hold onto this tough guy persona he’s
amassed over the years, not even with his family but in public. Even after
being choked out with the cock of his own son he still persists with it. Shouto
finds it detestable but will let it go for now.
He turns his head back to the front where they continue on until they arrive at
the room. It isn’t much to look at. There is a king sized western styled bed in
the middle, the sheets are black with a dark red comforter and dark red pillow
sheets. It's made well enough but everything else is completely disorganized.
There are empty bottles laid about on the floor and on the drawers, dirty
clothes litter the ground and you can taste Enji’s stench in the air. Shotou
tries to not get too excited over the aroma. He needs to contain himself for
now.
“You couldn't clean up for me?” Shouto says, his eye aimed back once again at
his father who still maintains the grimace. “Tsk, at least you made your bed.
Now sit down. And take off your pants”
Enji does what he's told, he's becoming very obedient. He takes his pants and
throws them onto a pile he had already made on the floor, he begins to remove
his underwear when Shouto stops him.
“I didn’t tell you to remove your underwear, did I?” saying so with an almost
comical meanness now, Shouto is really enjoying the teasing he’s giving his
father. Enji puts his underwear back on and sites on the bed
He’s wearing nothing but a white tee shirt and tighty whities now. Shouto walks
up to his father who is still trying to put on a tough guy face and pushes him
down on the bed. He lay on his back, feet hanging off with Shouto now ready to
give it to him. He rips a hole in the underwear first to expose Enji’s fully
erect cock. Shouto gets up close to and begins mocking him
“How big is it? 5 or so inches. Not really suited for a hero, huh?” he says
with a sass. Enji is clenching his fists, he starts growling now. Shouto takes
a good look at his face this time and sees tears are still there from when he
was getting facefucked. He rubs his hands over his eyes and cheeks to gather
some up, he ends up with a decent amount. It's not like he needs a lot for what
he's doing.
He takes the palm with his father's tears on it and begins playing with his
dad’s cock. Enji lets out a few small moans with each stroke given to him, his
breathing is slowly rising and he’s grabbing onto the bed. Shouto likes him
like this, looking weak and pathetic. He squeezes hard now. Enji lets out a
much louder moan, practically yelling in pain and enjoyment.
“That's better”
He lets go and brings his weapon up to bat. The difference is startling, not
only the difference in size of the cocks but the size of the people wielding
them. He places his massive dick directly side by side to his father's. It’s
twice as long and thick than the man who raised him, the man who tormented him
and his mother. Shouto really can't get over the size difference. It's easy to
see why his dad would be so upset. Having to see his own child with a cock far
bigger than the one he has. He looks at Enji and asks him something.
“Do you feel like a big guy right now? Because I do.”. He smiles.
Enji finally speaks, more timid than before, sounding like he’s restraining
himself a little from rage. “I won't let a brat like you disrespect me like
this. I'm your damn father.”
“You don't want me to disrespect you? Shouto snapped back with a laugh. “I
already fucked your face and made you cry like a girl. That ship has sailed,
father.”
There's a moment of uncomfortable silence before Shouto decides it isn’t worth
lingering on. He takes his cock and starts pushing it against Enji’s, bullying
it around on his belly He likes using it like this, it’s smaller than his but
enjoyable nonetheless. He finds this cute in a way and is really enjoying it.
Made better is Enji's face during this. He's trying not to make the pleasure
he’s feeling too obvious, he's trying to not make it look like he's enjoying
the embarrassment being dished out by his son. Shouto sees right through it and
ups the ante now, split flies onto their cocks and he begins rubbing them
together.
Enji can't stop the moaning now, it’s too overwhelming a pleasure with Shouto’s
massive dick being used alongside his own. Shouto continues to pleasure them
both for a while longer before he starts getting bored. Not of the moaning, he
loves the moaning but he needs to move on, there’s so much more abuse to be
dished out. He drops his cock and his fathers, leaving them both fully erect
and wet. He speaks to Enji.
“Lay straight on your back and keep your legs up in the air, hold them up if
you have to. It's time we got started.”
Enji does what he's told to do. He's on his back and is holding his legs up,
his ass out in the open and ready for what Shouto plans to do. He rips another
hole in the underwear right where his father's asshole is. His hole is puckered
and quivering. Shouto has never seen anyone else's asshole before, he hasn't
even seen his own. It's a new experience but he knows what to do.
He takes two fingers and puts them near his father's mouth.
“Make yourself useful” he says with a stern look “Get these two wet enough for
your ass.”
Like the good boy he is Enji does what he's told, he places the fingers in his
mouth and begins to suck. He really enjoys them being in his mouth, the idea of
his young boy feeling around inside his mouth with his hands is arousing to
Enji but Shouto isn't a fan. He finds it weird and he gets almost no pleasure
from it. He'll let his dad have some fun though especially since the sound of
every moan Enji makes while sucking on them is a delight. He's putting his
tongue in between them and slobbering away, treating them like they were a
cock. Once wet enough Shouto takes his fingers out, he thinks his father has
enjoyed himself enough. Now he pulls back his hand and reaches down to touch
his father's asshole.
He starts easily enough, pushing around the edges, getting a feel for it. He
wants to loosen him up at least a little before he puts anything inside it. He
enjoys the warmth emanating from the hole, it seems very inviting, Shouto wants
to plunge inside but he needs to loosen him up a bit more. He plays with the
rim using his spit covered fingers for a moderate amount of time until he
thinks it's ready.
The two fingers push inside his asshole and Enji can't help but gasp. Shouto
put the fingers in him deep but he didn't think it was that deep. He looks at
his dad red faced again and now he isn't trying to stifle the pleasure he is
enduring right now, he's biting his lap and has eyes longing for more despite
his gasp. Shouto snaps at him
“If you get that loud from two measly fingers I shudder to think how you'll
react when I'm deep inside you.”
Enji blushes even more, trying to hide his face behind his hulking hands now.
Seeing his father act like some flustered schoolgirl has his heart racing with
excitement. He pushes his fingers as far as possible and searches around the
inside of his father some more. It's a tight hole but after a few minutes of
stretching, he thinks it's ready to go.
He looks his father in the face again. His pupils might as well be heart shaped
now. He's finally snapped and isn't hiding his emotions now, he wants Shouto to
do whatever he wants but if Enji thinks Shouto will take it easy on him now
because of this, he's sorely mistaken. Shouto grabs his own cock, leans into
his father and whispers angrily into to his ear.
“Get ready for the fuck of your life.”
Enji is ready. He's always been ready.
 
It's a sight to behold. The burly, muscular Endeavor is on his back, legs held
up in the air, waiting for his son to insert his cock. Enji is drooling now,
licking his lips and short of breath; heart palpitations running amok.. The
time he's waited for has come. Shouto’s has to first climb on top of his dad,
keeping hips placed properly aligned with his father’s while doing so. He has
to use his legs to help him a little but eventually he finds a comfortable
position. He spits on his hand and rubs it over his cock then aims it for his
ass..
The first puncture is tough for both of them. His father's asshole is still
tight even with the minimal foreplay, this isn't helped by the boys massive
girth. The hole is squeezing tightly around Shouto and there is some discomfort
at first, it almost is like his cock is going numb, he continues pushing until
the hole starts getting stretched out some more and the feeling turns from
numbness to pleasure. Enji can’t control it now, he’s pulling on his bed trying
to keep himself down but the moaning is too loud for him to make any
difference.
Once Shouto reaches as far as he can inside his father, getting balls deep, he
starts to slowly pull out, he is looser than before but he’ll need to give
continuous strokes to make him the perfect fit. Enji continues his moaning.
They're becoming music to Shouto's ears, his father the hero, on his back
moaning in ecstacy because of his son. Once he's out he slowly pushes in again.
Shouto wants to keep this slow and steady for now, not wanting to hurt himself
or his father to a lesser extent.
Enji hasn't kept his mouth shut sounds since Shouto has been inside him it
started as moaning but now he’s muttering out Shouto’s name over and over. He
keeps getting hit balls back and forth and it’s a feeling Enji is completely in
love with. He’s fully pushed in during one such moment inside when Shouto
decides on not pulling out immediately. He wants his cock to sit inside his dad
for a while to stew inside his gut. He looks to his father and sees a sweaty
faced man with tears in his eyes. Shouto wants to do something to him and he
doesn't hesitate. He grabs his father by the back of his head with both hands
with his balls still pushing against the rim of his full asshole and pulls him
up close for a kiss.
Their lips are pressed against one another, their tongues battling for
supremacy in each other's mouths. Enji’s eyes are rolling over, his body is
like puddy now. What he going through right now is undefinable. His son's cock
is firmly places inside him and that same son is lovingly giving him a deep
kiss like they were star-crossed lovers meeting for the last time. It's unlike
anything else he has ever experienced.
Shouto is enjoying it too. Deep down he loves his father to an extent, the
abuse he’s been dealt has been destructive but there’s some sympathy he has for
someone like him, someone who tries so hard to be the best through any means
even if that entails a ruthless aggression. Sympathy can run deep but it has a
limit and he is here to make an example out of Enji, not treat him with tender
care that he doesn’t truly deserve. After a few loving moments of lips being
locked Shouto finally pulls away.
“Hope you enjoyed that, dad.” he says with a grin. He then quickly pulls his
cock out from his father's ass, Enji can't help but let out a small yelp of
pain and pleasure when it occurs. Once he is completely out he looks at his
father. He sees his puckered lips and and wanting eyes. “Don't worry, we'll be
kissing again real soon. Except this time I'm not going to treat you like this,
I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve.”
Enji let's a smile crack and for the first time since the penetration began he
says something to Shouto directly.
“Atta boy.”
 
Shouto then does what he said he was going to do, he fully mounts his father,
his hands using his shoulders as leverage now to help with quick and intense
strokes. His father's shoulders are thick and strong but even they’re shaking
at the power Shouto is using to push down harder and harder. His eyes glance to
his chest his hands follow too now, moving down from his shoulder blades. It's
just as strong and wonderful, his pectorals are rugged and manly, full of hair
yet his nipples in this sea of manliness are cute and pink. He is a well built
man and while Shouto himself isn't all that impressive muscularly, his body is
sleek and hairless, here he is this tiny boy with his massive cock, fucking
this monster of a human. Dominating and abusing this giant who is now
completely subservient to him. Very few people will ever find themselves in
such a position as Shouto.
Throughout these musings going in his head he hasn't noticed that Enji has been
screaming his lungs out this whole time. ”Oh god, oh god, don't stop!” he says
over and over as each brutal thrust pierces his innards again and again. Shouto
is pleased with himself right now but he demands more from this bastard. Shouto
grabs his father's hair, pulling it with intensity towards him again, he looks
him in the face while keeping his fast and furious pace.
“Ask for it louder and scream my name.” he says seethingly with a more
audacious tone that he’s used all night. Enji complies and even louder he
screams out “Fuck me Shouto, fuck me” all while the sound of intense rhythmic
slapping is heard as their bodies continue colliding harder and harder. Shouto
slaps his father in the face.
”That's better.” Shouto pulls his father's back directly in front of his face,
looking him in the eyes while still maintaining his ferocious stroke. Enji’s
eyes are shut tight as if he's in pain but Shouto knows that it's more than
just that his father is feeling. His cheeks bright red and hot, he's drenched
in sweat, his mouth is agape and he's gasping for air. Enji opens his eyes and
when he sees Shouto directly in front of his again he puts his lips together,
asking for a kiss.
Shouto has one more demand before his wish gets granted.
”Call me daddy. Call me daddy and you'll get what you want.”
Enji leans up to Shouto's face, those hands still wrapped around his neck with
ass still being brutalized.
He whispers into Shouto's ear.
“Fuck me, daddy.”
He wants to tell him to yell it out, that it wasn't good enough. But it's more
than good enough. It was perfect.
Shouto rewards his father with an even faster pounding and a deeper involved
kiss than anything before. They're slobbering over one another, spit leaking
from their mouths as they both moan with pleasure. It's almost overwhelming how
much energy is being expunged both physically and emotionally. Their arms are
fully wrapped around one another now, Enji is crying again as his son is
crushing his insides while kissing him with loving affection. He feels up and
down Shouto's back, it's so strong, he's so strong. Enji couldn't have asked
for a better son. Shouto’s arms are also gripped tightly around his back as
well. He’s a thick rock of a man. He holds on as hard as possible, he wants to
do this forever. He pulls back from his father, a saliva trail left between
them. Shouto reaches out at his father's chest again, touching it tenderly and
then his eyes slowly decent down to his cock. It's time for the old man to cum
and he knows exactly where he'll do it.
He grabs his father's dick and begins jerking him off, trying to match it to
the rhythm of his own cock that's having it's way inside him at the same time.
He’s been abusing his father's prostate all night, it's hard not to when he’s
so big, Shouto can only imagine how beat up it it is by this point. He thrusts
harder and harder, wanting to make his dad cum for him and it doesn't take long
for Enji to shoot his load. His orgasm is fierce and long, his whole body
tightens up as does his hole around Shouto, who can't help but moan in pleasure
from it. Enji almost crushes him with his massive arms with how hard he's
holding on now. It took awhile to get here but he’s relieved.
His shot is massive, hitting him in his own face and chest. They are both happy
with this result. Shouto stops fucking his father for a moment, slowly pulling
out to get a better look. As he examines the cum that landed on his face he
rubs his hand on it father, gathering up as much cum as he can much like how he
did the same with the tears earlier. This time however he takes his hand and
shoves the fingers in his father's mouth again, making him eat his own fluid.
Enji doesn't fight back. He's accepts it with glee devouring his own cum off
his child's hand.
Once he's done he pulls out his fingers again and his eyes move towards his
father's chest. There's a sizeable cum puddle sitting in the middle, right
between those pink nipples. Using both hands he begins rubbing his father's
chest, covering it with cum. He gets it all over, massaging it softly. His
father's pecs have always looked godlike to Shouto even more so now with the
glistening of semen shining off. He has to stop himself from fondling his
father's chest more than he already has, he could do this all night. He wipes
the remaining cum from his hands on Enji’s face and hair. Now it was his turn
to finish
Shouto puts his cock back inside Enji’s asshole. It's far easier to do so now
with his asshole gaped open. A predictable outcome given the stretching it has
received tonight but even with that being said it's still tight enough for
Shouto to get some pressure from it. This time he essentially folds his father
in half, his legs straight in the air now coming close to hitting his cum
drenched chest, he wants to go all out. He slams his father over and over.
Their thighs crashing together like thunder, his balls hitting his father's
taint with fury. Enji is completely out of it, he looks like a mess with his
face is covered in cum and tears. His cheeks and forehead are a stark red, he
is trying to keep his mouth open, still trying to scream out Shouto's name but
he can't muster it up . He needs a break and Shouto isn’t going to give it to
him. The only thing he’ll be getting is more cock.
It doesn’t let up. Shouto is beating up his father's asshole more and more
causing him to moan over and over, he's squirming around like a worm. It really
isn’t a nice thing to do even for someone like Enji but Shouto can’t help
himself, he still has to teach him a lesson. The thrusts continues over and
over, he doesn’t care about his father’s wellbeing in these moments, he just
cares about filling him up with cum. After a few more minutes he finally
orgasms inside Enjj. He tightens up his whole body and lets out a loud groan,
shooting deep inside his father, it comes out quick up his ass and it isn't
long until it’s filled to max capacity, seeping out through the cracks of
Shouto's cock and the inside of Enji’s ass. Once he's emptied his sack inside
Shouto falls over on top of him. His cock is slowly pulled out of the seeping
hole and is now lying on top of his father just like he is. There's a massive
amount of exhaustion he's dealing with but he isn't quite done yet.
Shouto catches his breath while laying on top of the mountain of a man known as
his father and then stands up, backing away a few feet. He wants to get a good
look at the damage he’s done. His father is on his back with his legs and arms
ragdolled,barely conscious. His thighs have become a sweltering red due to all
the clashing that went on between them and Shouto. His cock is flaccid and
hanging down. It's a great look for the old man but his asshole is the real
attraction here. It’s gaped open, a complete 180 from the tight puckered
asshole he witnessed at first. He can he can see all the cum he left inside him
slowly oozing out drip by drip. Shouto can't contain his joy, he really gave
Enji a beating.
Before he goes however he decides that all that cum sliding out isn’t a good
look. He wants his father's insides lined with it, to dry and stain his
insides. He quickly jumps over back to his father and starts again. He wants to
push as much cum back inside him as possible. It feels so natural, like his
father was a natural cum pump, his asshole made for semen. His thrusts have
slown a bit but he doesn't let up. Enji lets out a few more moans but they're
faint, he's completely wasted.
After a few minutes Shouto thinks there's a decent amount of cum pushed in, he
doesn't want to spend too much time on what is just a little extra treat for
Enji to enjoy while he sleeps. He pulls out his cum covered cock and goes to
face his father one more time before they go to sleep. He is barely awake but
he notices Shouto as he comes close. He gives the boy a look but is still too
worn down to open his mouth. He doesn't need to, Shouto pats his father's head
and says one more thing before heading to his room.
“If you ever want more of what you got from me tonight, you know where to find
me.”
Shouto walks away towards his bedroom, a big grin on his face, Shouto found
tonight to be very enlightening. Enji proved himself to be nothing but a
disgusting pervert and a hound for big cock. He reaches his room and plops down
on his bed before he goes to sleep he has some final thoughts pass through him,
like how much more fun he can have with a dad like Enji.
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