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LDS ch4part4
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Nicholas felt his body swollen all over. Probably because he had only eaten and slept without doing any work. His shoulders, back and waist felt tight. The worst part was his chest.
He had never felt his chest so tight before. There were also bruises and bite marks. Nicholas thought that the tight and painful feeling was due to lack of exercise, but when Logan started to caress his breasts more, a dull pain spread around there.
"Hakgh, unghhh... that hurts, Logan..."
"I'm touching you very gently now, and I know you're a hard man..."
Logan dismissed his father's complaints of pain as he didn't even put much pressure on his skin. He assured the old man that he was not touching him that hard. But when Logan grabbed Nicholas' thigh with mild intensity and squeezed it gently, the old man's legs jerked involuntarily.
"Stop flinching, you'd better get used to it."
Unlike the rough, scaly flesh of the Cordollion, human flesh was perfect for stroking. Logan pressed his palms harder against both of his father's breasts, lifting them up and down - the large, plump chest bouncing again and again under his touch. However, the act caused tension in Nicholas' body, and the tension immediately tightened his breasts even more. From time to time, Logan would also rub his nipples to encourage Nicholas to relax, or tickle him under his armpits and near his ribs.
"Ahhh... this is weird... Unghhh!"
"You're already hard."
Logan pointed at his father's half-erect penis. Whether it was because of Logan's male pheromones or just the few touches on his chest, Nicholas' penis quickly erected.
Nicholas blushed up to his ears at Logan's words, then hastily covered his bottom with his hands—adorably panicked. He was naked, there was no way Nicholas could cover his c0ck, but better he guessed.
"You're hard, I think you like your breasts fondled."
"No, that's not..."
"Then why did you stop?"
"Because..."
Why did Nicholas keep making excuses? And why did the usually sweet and gentle Logan keep teasing him? Nicholas avoided eye contact with his son, feeling his face burn and tingle even more.
Logan, now a Cordollion, was much more rational than before. He could even flirt now. While Nicholas, confronted with the sudden change in his eldest son, was too nervous to say anything but accept the hands that ran over his body.
It was such a sight to see a plump middle-aged man, naked, in a sloppy position, his penis cutely covered, being fondled by his own son. Nicholas remained rigid as he watched Logan's hands travel down his stomach. From his collar to his back, he squirmed and endured his son's actions.
"You don't like me touching you?"
Logan asked, pulling his hands away. Nicholas, stifling a moan and reaction, looked down at his son, his breathing quickening. His son didn't blush and didn't even look aroused. Then his eyes traveled to Logan's lower half: he was indeed not erect.
"Does it disgust you to be touched by a monster?"
Logan asked again, because his father hadn't answered his first question and added some guilty words. Sure enough, Nicholas jumped and shook his head in panic.
"No, no...! It's not like that..."
"You flinch at the mere touch of my hand, as if I'm forcing myself to touch you... I don't want to hurt you, you know."
"I know, I know... But it doesn't mean that I don't like being touched by you. I just... don't think I'm ready for it."
"So you're saying you don't want to do it right now."
Logan said with a bitter tone. His old man's reaction made him feel like he had to live up to his expectations somehow. But as tempting as it was, common sense always put the brakes on. He couldn't help but feel cold as he realized what was happening. Nicholas looked at his son with a guilty expression.
"I'm sorry..."
"I can't help it, I thought it was my job to help you feel like doing it."
There was a difference between a purebred Cordollion, driven solely by purpose, and a mutant. As a mutant, Logan was driven by his human tendencies to seek happiness, and no matter what the outcome, it didn't matter if he was happy or unhappy, so he tugged at his father's stiff hand.
"Since you don't want me to touch you... but you seem to like the idea of me touching your chest, why don't you try it yourself?"
"What...?"
"Or do you want me to keep squeezing them?"
Nicholas was startled by the sudden touch of Logan's hand on his chest. He had only been touched for a moment, but the human's body heat felt unusually hot against his chest. At Logan's insistence that he would continue to caress his breasts if he did not want to do it alone now, Nicholas quickly shook his head.
"Okay, okay, I get it."
The words came out too fast for him to say, "What did you say?" and regret it.
Nicholas raised his hand, hesitated to move it to his breasts, thinking, "Why can't I just not do that?" but Logan's icy gaze landed on the back of his hand. The boy barely blinked, so it felt like Logan was staring at him, questioning him.
"......"
He recognized the sizzling iris pattern near the vertical slit of the boy's pupil.
Feeling the pressure in his son's strange eyes, Nicholas swallowed dryly and finally moved his hand sloppily across his chest. Trying to stay calm, he curled the fingers of his other hand around his penis, reminding himself that it was better than self-masturbation. His breasts were clenched in a way that made them stiff at the slightest pressure. Any slight pressure would spread across his chest, causing Nicholas to moan.
"Ahhh, mnn, ugh..."
Meanwhile, Logan stole glances at his father's erection. The sight made him run his tongue over his lips. So delicious. He hadn't always had a fetish for manhood, in fact the idea of sucking on a penis was unthinkable, but now it was different.
He couldn't forget how hot the liquid dripping from the tip of his father's c0ck had made him feel last night. Overwhelmed with desire, Logan slid his hand down to his father's groin.
"Logan... I told you I'd take care of it myself."
"Oh, you did...but I didn't know that meant I wasn't supposed to touch you."
Logan replied, trying to figure out how to get his father's guard down so he could lick his hole or suck his c0ck.
"I can do it..."
Nicholas didn't say wait and that disappointed Logan. But if that was how his father wanted to buy time, he might as well try to help.
"I'd like to wait, but it looks like you're not in the mood for anything more than touching your breasts. Would you like me to touch you down there instead?"
Nicholas almost screamed, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" but he swallowed hard as Logan ignored his plea and just grabbed his bottom—not just his ass, the boy also slid his fingers into his assh0le. The middle-aged man had assumed that touching down meant touching his penis, but Logan showed interest in his asshole as well.
"No, don't!"
Nicholas gasped as he felt Logan's fingers begin to probe his insides.
He had never felt his chest so tight before. There were also bruises and bite marks. Nicholas thought that the tight and painful feeling was due to lack of exercise, but when Logan started to caress his breasts more, a dull pain spread around there.
"Hakgh, unghhh... that hurts, Logan..."
"I'm touching you very gently now, and I know you're a hard man..."
Logan dismissed his father's complaints of pain as he didn't even put much pressure on his skin. He assured the old man that he was not touching him that hard. But when Logan grabbed Nicholas' thigh with mild intensity and squeezed it gently, the old man's legs jerked involuntarily.
"Stop flinching, you'd better get used to it."
Unlike the rough, scaly flesh of the Cordollion, human flesh was perfect for stroking. Logan pressed his palms harder against both of his father's breasts, lifting them up and down - the large, plump chest bouncing again and again under his touch. However, the act caused tension in Nicholas' body, and the tension immediately tightened his breasts even more. From time to time, Logan would also rub his nipples to encourage Nicholas to relax, or tickle him under his armpits and near his ribs.
"Ahhh... this is weird... Unghhh!"
"You're already hard."
Logan pointed at his father's half-erect penis. Whether it was because of Logan's male pheromones or just the few touches on his chest, Nicholas' penis quickly erected.
Nicholas blushed up to his ears at Logan's words, then hastily covered his bottom with his hands—adorably panicked. He was naked, there was no way Nicholas could cover his c0ck, but better he guessed.
"You're hard, I think you like your breasts fondled."
"No, that's not..."
"Then why did you stop?"
"Because..."
Why did Nicholas keep making excuses? And why did the usually sweet and gentle Logan keep teasing him? Nicholas avoided eye contact with his son, feeling his face burn and tingle even more.
Logan, now a Cordollion, was much more rational than before. He could even flirt now. While Nicholas, confronted with the sudden change in his eldest son, was too nervous to say anything but accept the hands that ran over his body.
It was such a sight to see a plump middle-aged man, naked, in a sloppy position, his penis cutely covered, being fondled by his own son. Nicholas remained rigid as he watched Logan's hands travel down his stomach. From his collar to his back, he squirmed and endured his son's actions.
"You don't like me touching you?"
Logan asked, pulling his hands away. Nicholas, stifling a moan and reaction, looked down at his son, his breathing quickening. His son didn't blush and didn't even look aroused. Then his eyes traveled to Logan's lower half: he was indeed not erect.
"Does it disgust you to be touched by a monster?"
Logan asked again, because his father hadn't answered his first question and added some guilty words. Sure enough, Nicholas jumped and shook his head in panic.
"No, no...! It's not like that..."
"You flinch at the mere touch of my hand, as if I'm forcing myself to touch you... I don't want to hurt you, you know."
"I know, I know... But it doesn't mean that I don't like being touched by you. I just... don't think I'm ready for it."
"So you're saying you don't want to do it right now."
Logan said with a bitter tone. His old man's reaction made him feel like he had to live up to his expectations somehow. But as tempting as it was, common sense always put the brakes on. He couldn't help but feel cold as he realized what was happening. Nicholas looked at his son with a guilty expression.
"I'm sorry..."
"I can't help it, I thought it was my job to help you feel like doing it."
There was a difference between a purebred Cordollion, driven solely by purpose, and a mutant. As a mutant, Logan was driven by his human tendencies to seek happiness, and no matter what the outcome, it didn't matter if he was happy or unhappy, so he tugged at his father's stiff hand.
"Since you don't want me to touch you... but you seem to like the idea of me touching your chest, why don't you try it yourself?"
"What...?"
"Or do you want me to keep squeezing them?"
Nicholas was startled by the sudden touch of Logan's hand on his chest. He had only been touched for a moment, but the human's body heat felt unusually hot against his chest. At Logan's insistence that he would continue to caress his breasts if he did not want to do it alone now, Nicholas quickly shook his head.
"Okay, okay, I get it."
The words came out too fast for him to say, "What did you say?" and regret it.
Nicholas raised his hand, hesitated to move it to his breasts, thinking, "Why can't I just not do that?" but Logan's icy gaze landed on the back of his hand. The boy barely blinked, so it felt like Logan was staring at him, questioning him.
"......"
He recognized the sizzling iris pattern near the vertical slit of the boy's pupil.
Feeling the pressure in his son's strange eyes, Nicholas swallowed dryly and finally moved his hand sloppily across his chest. Trying to stay calm, he curled the fingers of his other hand around his penis, reminding himself that it was better than self-masturbation. His breasts were clenched in a way that made them stiff at the slightest pressure. Any slight pressure would spread across his chest, causing Nicholas to moan.
"Ahhh, mnn, ugh..."
Meanwhile, Logan stole glances at his father's erection. The sight made him run his tongue over his lips. So delicious. He hadn't always had a fetish for manhood, in fact the idea of sucking on a penis was unthinkable, but now it was different.
He couldn't forget how hot the liquid dripping from the tip of his father's c0ck had made him feel last night. Overwhelmed with desire, Logan slid his hand down to his father's groin.
"Logan... I told you I'd take care of it myself."
"Oh, you did...but I didn't know that meant I wasn't supposed to touch you."
Logan replied, trying to figure out how to get his father's guard down so he could lick his hole or suck his c0ck.
"I can do it..."
Nicholas didn't say wait and that disappointed Logan. But if that was how his father wanted to buy time, he might as well try to help.
"I'd like to wait, but it looks like you're not in the mood for anything more than touching your breasts. Would you like me to touch you down there instead?"
Nicholas almost screamed, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" but he swallowed hard as Logan ignored his plea and just grabbed his bottom—not just his ass, the boy also slid his fingers into his assh0le. The middle-aged man had assumed that touching down meant touching his penis, but Logan showed interest in his asshole as well.
"No, don't!"
Nicholas gasped as he felt Logan's fingers begin to probe his insides.
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