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Wrestling

... them up slightly. There was a moment of hesitation before Lowland felt his son’s slender finger trace along the gaping hole, making the sensitive muscles twitch. The finger then slid along the skin between the hole and the soft skin of his sack. Lowland trembled as Hawthorn repeated the action over and over again. His cock was rock hard once again and on the verge of splattering his seed all over the straw.

“Son,” he panted with a desperate whine. “Please. I need you to be inside me now. I can’t take much more of this.”

He heard a soft chuckle before he felt his son place a kiss on the skin between his trembling hold and his balls. The young man’s tongue ran along the skin, making Lowland shudder before he felt Hawthorn kiss from his ass to his shoulder. He felt Hawthorn’s weight on his back, just as he had earlier in training, but this time there was a cock probing at his entrance.

“How do you want it, father?” Hawthorn whispered, his voice soft and seductive. His small yet strong hands gently kneaded Lowland’s hips as he teased the cockhead along his hole.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, my son. I want to feel your strength at its fullest, just as you would in the arena.”

Hawthorn kissed his shoulder, then with a sudden force, he took a firm hold of Lowland’s thick hair and shoved his face into the straw. The older man barely had a chance to breathe before he felt the wooden cock push entirely inside him. Their thighs came together in a rhythmic slap ...

... as the young man began to pound into his hole with dominating intent.

Lowland moaned and cried out with pleasure as his son worked him with a frenzy. This was nothing like his experiences with loss in the arena. He had been on the receiving end of several dominatings from boys and men in his years. All of them pleasurable to an extent. But this was a different kind of pleasure altogether. While other combatants only sought to demonstrate power, Hawthorn exerted it with love behind each stroke. His hips flexed in a way that drove the phallus along a part of Lowland made him beg for more.

His cock throbbed as it swung and smacked against his belly with each merciless stroke. He felt weak. He felt divine. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton as black rings enveloped his vision.

“H- Hawthorn,” Lowland’s voice came out as a desperate whimpering. “Hawthorn, please! I c- can’t take it.”

Seeming to understand, Hawthorn moved his grip from Lowland’s hip and reached under his to grab his cock. His son’s hand on his cock made him cry out in surprise. Then he felt Hawthorn stroke him with feverish intent that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

It was too much. Lowland buried his face in the straw and released a strangled cry as he emptied his balls into the straw. His vision blackened, and for what seemed like an eternity, he felt his body go numb and everything around him disappear. All he could feel was Hawthorn’s hand around his cock, milking him for all he was ...