-A Few Months Later-
Things had changed quite a bit since that fateful night. The two were closer now ever since TK had his time with his dad. Seeing the man on all fours on his own bed like TK demanded he do. His ballsack hanging exposed to his own son and his asshole on display as well. He let his son finger him adding a couple more than before til he felt his son's cock now press against his open asshole. Owen prepared himself as he gave his son the okay and did not expect to be left, pounded mercilessly by his own son.
It made him feel like a teenager again. Or how he assumed the women be bedded felt. He was just gone but present... his mind a haze of what had just happened and he could feel his son's cum leaking from his now gaping asshole. His breath soft as he felt his son move him on the bed as the two now rested next to eachother...
Owen now waited in the kitchen. Standing was naked and his cock was locked up. He heard the approaching footsteps of TK and could see he had a spider gag and a metal yoke. Thin but sturdy. It was all so completely different now at home and often at the fire station but always in private and TK took joy in using his dad's money for everything.
"May I say, Master... before you use my throat that, well, thank you for punishing me after we got back to the station. I shouldn't have stressed you out in the field and I was wrong. I'm sorry, Master." Owen said and gave his son his puppy dog eyes before TK locked his wrists in the yoke so he now stood with the object around his neck and his hands tight in fists on either side of his head then the spider gag was placed in his mouth.
-Flashback: Earlier That Day-
Every one has just come back from a call and the tensions were high. The situation could've become disastrous really quickly but luckily it didn't though during the call Owen was for some reason over tK's shoulder the whole time which did not make it any easy. He had to just shout at one point for the man to leave his space and give him a moment which was shocking to all on site.
"Outside. Now." TK said to his dad as he walked passed him after getting off the truck once they returned to the station. Owen's heart dropped and he knew he upset his son. His master. Owen excused himself from the other then and hurried outside to find his son near their usual spot. No cameras and no foot traffic ever. Owen stood in front of TK as he then grabbed this bar that hung over him. His hand tightening in preparation as his son (as always since the two started bringing this to their work) started throwing his fists to his dad's chest. Using him like some sort of punching bag til he got sweaty. Owen grunt at almost every other hit as his abs tightened as his son just beat him then after his moment to get his aggression out he approached his dad and kissed him passionately.
"Don't you ever…." TK smacked his dad hard across the face now. "Ever do that again. Understand, slave?" To that Owen nodded then the two took their own individual time to return to work.
-Present Day-
Owen was on his knees for his son now with the spider gag in and he was already drooling. The rest of that evening was spent with TK face fucking his dad with all his power.
