Two by Two
The intro played for a short while - the jingle still just as basic, and just as short. After it disappeared, the studio showed up on screen with Jaxon Cox already waiting, smiling at the camera. Unlike the previous episode, this time he was clad in only a very short purple satin bathrobe, barely long enough to cover up his private parts, which - judging by the exposed flesh visible through the slit on the side - were not obscured by any kind of underwear.
"Hello, hello, hello lovelies! Welcome back to Mothercucker. I'm so glad to see you all checking in for episode numero dos! I can promise you, we tried to make it interesting." he said excitedly as he clapped his hands.
Walking to the side, a blank rectangle faded into view, Jaxon standing right beside it.
"So, lovelies, we have heard your feedback. But you should hear your own feedback too. We have compiled some of the hottest and funniest of your reactions, so let's view them together, shall we?"
A comment from the TabooVision website appeared framed by the rectangular panel. The profile picture was magnified, showcasing a muscular man in his mid 20s flexing. His flaccid manhood was barely covered as it jutted out from the much-too-small jockstrap fighting for its life.
"'I love love loooooove these two so far. I really hope daddy gets his asspussy resized too.' How very straightforward and how very delicious." Jaxon said as he read the comment out loud, snapping his fingers.
Another commenter appeared on screen. This time the profile picture was a young twink looking back at the lens, his arms stretched out so that his hands could spread apart his cheeks, revealing a slightly-agape pink hole.
"'They are so cute together! I'm rooting for them! I mean look at them! I just can't enough! Hopefully this brings them closer, because they do break my heart in this episode ;(' Awww, don't worry dearest, I'm sure you'll get more than enough of them by the time we're done. Keep on tuning in and they'll keep on putting out!" Jaxon laughed.
The final comment wasn't in text form, but a video. A jock appeared on screen wearing a college jersey and a baseball cap turned backwards. It seemed to have been night at the time of capture, the only light coming from the interior of his car where he had filmed the clip. Tiny pink nipples bounced together with his pecs as his shoulder moved without faltering. He placed the recording device a bit further away as his full frame came into view - naked from the waist down, pumping his long, thin cock with rhythmic movements.
"Hey all! This is Zach, live from my car after practice. My college mates and I loved the first episode and rewatched it a dozen times today already. Fuck, we couldn't even focus on practice, so coach kept us in for a long ass time. But it was worth it, people! If TabooVision ever needs some uni soccer players, let me know and my mates and I will get in contact with you!" the recorded person said, stroking his dick all the while.
Before any climax came, the video was already over, the last frame showing Zach comically paused in a downstroke as his hand was pressed against his tiny scrotum, squishing it with motion blur.
"What a lovely offer, Zach. I'm sure we'll get in contact with you if we ever need you. Until then, keep on enjoying yourself with your teammates and if you ever have an orgy, send us the video." Jaxon winked as the panel disappeared.
The camera centered Jaxon again, zooming in slightly onto his face.
"But while it was absolutely wonderful hearing from you all, this isn't what you came here for, right? No no, you, my darling little perverts, have come here for Mothercucker! And oh boy do we pick up the speed today! So, without further ado, let's dive into episode two!" he said as he clapped one last time, canned applause playing in the background.
Suddenly, the screen transitioned to a quick montage of the humble house of the participants. Just as dilapidated as the day before. Moving inside, the screen was now showing Frank and Linda at the breakfast table - one leg of which was padded by some old magazine.
"Is he still not up?" Linda asked as she finished off the last bits of food on her plate.
"Beats me." Frank shrugged as he sipped at his coffee, browsing something on his phone.
"You know, maybe if you were actually more involved with him he wouldn't be sleeping in this much." Linda's voice grew irritated.
"Relax, dear. It's not even eight in the morning. Besides, it's not like he has anywhere to be." Frank shrugged again.
"Yeah, that's the whole point. At this rate he'll never get a job. And then what? Are we supposed to feed him until his hair grows gray? We'll be long since buried by then."
"I'm sure he'll find something eventually. He always says he's trying. I'm sure he's already doing his best, whatever that might look like." Frank shot a glance towards the door to Derek's room.
"You don't actually believe him, do you? He watches his parents bust their asses and does what? Lays around in bed? We don't even know what he does in his room all day, Frank. This isn't a good sign." she shook her head.
"He'll get there one day, I'm sure. I have faith in him, Linda. He needs a little push, but he'll get there." Frank said, still hypnotizing his phone.
"Of course you'd take his side. Just like you always have. It's no wonder he is the way he is. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Mhm." Frank mumbled as he continued staring at the screen.
"Don't 'mhm' me, Frank! This is serious! What about that job interview you drove him to yesterday?"
Frank was mid sip as he choked on his coffee slightly, causing him to clear his throat and place the phone on the table face-down.
"The interview went fine. He didn't get the job, though. But I was able to listen in. He did well, Linda." Frank nodded solemnly.
"Ugh, of course. Well, whatever the result, I hope you can afford to have skipped work for it. We don't have much of a budget to work with this month either." she sighed heavily.
"Yeah, I'll be alright, I think. We'll swing by somehow. Always have. Besides, didn't you get a raise recently?" Frank grunted.
"I did, but you forget I have needs, dear. As a masseuse, I have to take care of my hands, so the products I use aren't exactly the cheapest. And besides, it's important I maintain a healthy relationship with my colleagues and boss, so I need to go out with them every now and then."
"Oh, I know. You've told me many times." Frank sighed as he picked up his phone again.
"Well, you keep forgetting, apparently! But whatever, it's not like we can do much else other than work, right? Speaking of, you have to leave soon. I'm taking the car today, so you're taking the bus." she said as he stood up to bring away the plates.
Frank glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at his phone. He gripped it tightly, as he stood up from his seat - the chair creaked as it got pushed on the wood. He was already dressed in his company's work uniform - a gray overall, reflexive vest on, steel-tipped brown boots. The only thing missing was his hard hat - which hung from a hook on the wall right next to the door.
His spine cracked as he stood up and stretched himself. Slowly lumbering towards the door, he was still looking at his phone intently, not taking his eyes from it for a second.
Having put on the hat, he adjusted his fit one last time before grasping the door handle with his free hand. He waited. His phone screen remained his primary fascination, locking and unlocking it a couple times while occasionally glancing towards his son's room. This went on for a few minutes, his jaw firmly clenched by that point.
"Frank, you'll miss the bus if you keep standing there, dear." Linda said as she wiped the table.
"Yes, dear." he sighed, opening the door and giving his phone one last look, "I'll be back by nine. Leave the dinner in the fridge for me."
The door closed behind him and with that, the recording sped up. Fast-forwarding, the footage went back to normal as the clock on the wall read 2 pm. In a shot in Derek's room, he could be seen rising from his slumber.
Linda had left by that time, so Derek was home alone. In a montage of the mundane, one could easily see him go through all the steps of a morning routine in the afternoon.
The last shots faded out of the view as a more cohesive scene began again. Linda opened the front door while Derek was on the couch watching TV.
"Derek, do you have lunch prepared?" she asked, hanging up her jacket.
"Yeah. There's some leftover pizza from yesterday still." Derek pointed to the fridge.
"Derek... You know that's barely enough for two. That's a snack at best. What will we have for dinner? Your father won't be happy when he comes home all hungry." Linda sighed.
"I'm sure he can eat at work or go out with his coworkers or something." Derek hissed.
"No, he can't. How many times have we been over this? I know he's not great, but causing him problems won't help any of us." she said, strutting away into the kitchen.
"Oh, please. He comes home at nine! Surely he must have some dinner there. He probably just refuses to so he can bitch about how hungry he is at home." Derek scoffed.
"Watch your mouth, young man! You've been getting more and more vulgar lately. While your dad is not a role model I'd recommend for you, he at least works. Unlike you. So until you move your butt off that couch, I suggest you stop being so cheeky." she pointed an accusatory finger at him.
Just as Derek's mouth opened, the front door opened again. With a stunned look, both Linda and her son were looking at Frank.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in disbelief.
Barely any work grime on his uniform, he started to shrug it off, letting many articles fall onto the ground as he bent over to pick them up afterwards.
"Bossman said that they made some kind of error with my vacation days. And that I had to take this week off, whether I wanted to or not."
"Don't tell me. Please don't tell me our income will get cut this month. Please, Frank, say it isn't so." Linda grasped at her forehead.
"He said I'm going to be compensated. I'm just as confused as you are here, dear.
"Well, at least that's a burden off my shoulders. Maybe you'll be able to use all that free time to fix this place up a little. The window in the bathroom is broken, our bedsprings are loud as all hell, the-" she got interrupted.
"Mhm, I get it, don't worry. I live here too. I'll get to it eventually, okay?" he said as he clasped her hands in his and smiled.
"Well... I guess..." Linda said, voice resigned.
Frank didn't skip a beat as his work shoes were swapped for more comfortable house slippers. He made his way to the couch and plopped down next to Derek - the coach sagged in his direction. Derek shot him a venomous glare after that particular gesture, but said nothing about it.
The remote ended up in Frank's grip as he switched the channel to football. Derek rolled his eyes, but simply deflated into the backrest.
"Well, you two enjoy your television. I'll go and do some chores. You know, actually run the household." Linda said and left.
She went towards the bathroom and the moment she was out of the room, Frank turned to his son.
"Did you get a message yet?" he asked in a whisper.
"What? Oh. No, not yet." Derek replied in a similar volume.
Frank pursed his lips and scratched his beard aggressively.
"Well, let's just hope they get on with it. I'd rather not have it loom over my entire day."
"Ah, of course. I guess you can't wait to fuck me open since you can't get any elsewhere. Makes sense." Derek crossed his arms.
"Stop giving me the lip right away, would you? I said none of that. Would you not rather be done with it?"
"Oh, so that's all it is? I have to get your disgusting dick up my ass for a whole week and YOU want to be done with it?"
"Be a bit louder, why don't you." Frank gave him a glare.
"Yeah, yeah." Derek replied, looking away.
"Listen, it's not pretty, it's not what either of us dream of, but it gives us money. Good money. We've been over this - what other option do we have?"
"I heard you the first time, okay? I know we can't be choosers. But..." Derek said, pressing his shoulders in.
"But nothing. We endure the week. And afterwards, we forget about it. I will not mention it, you will not mention it, we'll pretend this whole thing never happened." Frank said with a finality in his voice.
Just as Derek opened his mouth, their phones dinged in unison. They looked at each other, both of their expressions more-or-less stone. Frank was the one to bring up his phone first. White text on black background - the message appeared on screen.
'Hello you two! Congratulations on completing day one! The viewers ate it up, darlings! Now, we wouldn't want to cease the momentum, no no no. Instead, we're actually going to be doing a bit more today! Hope you two are ready, darlings. You'll actually receive two texts from us today, so don't rest on your laurels after you're finished with the first round! Now, to not tease you further and finally give you an excuse to get those clothes off: You two will go to Derek's room. Your lovely wife and mother is currently off to fold clothes in the master bedroom, bless her heart. Of course, we want you two to feel a connection to her, so you will be copulating against the wall! But that's not all, oh no no no. See, our lovely TabooVisioners wanted to see you two smooch. Full on make out. So after you check under Derek's pillow for some little surprises, make sure to also shove your tongues down each other's throats while you fuck! Thanks, that's all for now!'
They finished reading the lengthy text and Frank pocketed his phone. He sighed heavily. Derek, in the meantime, was a lot shakier than before. He clutched onto his knees as his fingernails dug into his clothes.
"Why does it have to be my room?" he whined.
"Calm down, Derek. It's just for one fuck. We'll be done in no time." Frank stood up.
"Easy for you to say!" Derek whisper-shouted and shot up to his feet too.
"Shush! We did this yesterday, we can do it today too. Think of the money and let's go." Frank motioned with his head and started walking.
Derek followed, grumbling something only for himself to hear. The door to the master bedroom was closed, but the shuffling of clothes and the workings of the iron were quite loud. They snuck over to the door to Derek's room as Frank placed his hand on the handle. Derek's hand shot out to cover his dad's.
"Wait... let me... let me get in first." Derek said as he creaked the door open and slid inside through the small crack.
Frank crossed his arms and huffed a bit, yet waited patiently.
Derek, in the meantime, was busy looking around his room in a panic. Under the bed, on the desk, in the closet and in various other parts of the room, muttering 'okay... okay...' to himself constantly. After a few laps were completed, he breathed in and out deeply before opening the door.
"Come in." Derek said to his dad.
Frank grunted as he made his way into the room. He went for the pillows first, checking what was under them. There were two packets of lube placed underneath, same brand as the day before. He inspected them in his hand, before sighing and placing one on the bed. A quiet rip resonated through the room as he tore it open and unbuckled his belt. Meanwhile, Derek hurriedly closed the door and stood around awkwardly - staring intently.
"Get over here, Derek. We don't have all day." Frank said as he pushed down his pants and underwear.
"That's... that's all you have to say? You come into my room after ages and that's it? Nothing more than destroying the only place in this house where I feel comfortable?" Derek uttered venomously.
"Stop being so dramatic, would you? I'll be out of here as soon as we're done with this. Or is something else wrong?" Frank raised an eyebrow, one of his hands on his hip.
"I... how can you just accept this? How is it so easy for you? You're acting like we're going to do the most natural thing in the world." Derek shook his head as he started to work on his own pants, his hands shaky.
"We've already done it before. Yesterday, if you remember. And do you really think I haven't considered whoring myself out? Derek, we've been having financial crisis after financial crisis. If this gets us the money we need, then we do it." Frank shrugged.
"That's it? This is just an alternative way of whoring yourself out? You even treat that as if it's nothing! I'm surprised you don't feel... like... I don't know... Doesn't it feel like we're doing something we can't ever come back from?" Derek asked, his gaze downcast.
"Not really, no. I've done plenty of embarrassing things for money before. And I've done plenty of heinous things for no reward too. I guess I've just gotten used to it. I don't see a reason to dwell on the past and this whole thing will just become a memory sooner than you think." Frank said as he shuffled a bit closer to Derek.
"I wish things were that easy for me. Just being able to gloss over this stuff like it never happened." Derek looked his dad into the eyes.
The two of them held that shared stare until Derek started moving closer.
"Listen, it's alright. As I've said yesterday, if you really can't take it anymore, we'll stop. We already have one payment in, so that should tide us over the worst of things." Frank said as he poured the lube into his hand and threw the packet to the ground.
On the screen, a second view showed up. It was of Linda, sitting on the bed currently folding a shirt.
Wordlessly, Frank started stroking himself to an erection, spreading the lubricant onto his length. Derek, meanwhile, positioned himself in front of his dad and bent over, placing his hands on the wall.
"I will never understand you..." Derek sighed out and took a wider stance.
"I fear the feeling is mutual. Now, brace yourself, here I go." Frank said as he pressed his half-mast at the entrance.
With a gentle push, his length almost made it past the rim, but then slid up and out of the hole. Derek moaned lightly while Frank cursed a bit under his breath.
"Give me a moment. It's hard to get bricked up for a man for me." Frank said as he vigorously stroked himself again.
"You didn't seem to have problems yesterday." Derek sputtered angrily.
"Yesterday I was so pent up I could've fucked a hole into the wall. Now, I should be ready for real this time. Relax for me." Frank said and aligned himself again.
With a more forceful push, he buried himself into the pink hole of his own son. He gripped at the hips in front of him, grasping them powerfully, while he let out a half-suppressed groan. Derek's legs started shaking as he mewled an unintelligible sound into the wall.
"Fucking hell, you're almost as tight as yesterday. Yeah, I'll get this over with in no time, don't you worry."
Frank angled the ass in front of him upwards, getting his own groin above it and fucking downwards. His shaft disappeared into the pliable pink flesh over and over again, accompanied by a distinctive slapping sound. The lubricant splattered all around as he pistoned into his son's ass.
Derek scratched at the wall, trying to keep himself hoisted up. He had to readjust his hands multiple times, yet they always kept slipping. Time after time he almost kissed the ground. Frank simply pushed himself closer, causing Derek to press up against the wall completely.
Every time Frank's pubic hair met Derek's mounds, the younger man's hips got pushed into the wall, causing a wet stain of precum to appear on it. Neither of them seemed to care as Frank only sped up his thrusts. He was already lasting longer than the day before.
The spot on the wall only grew larger as their session continued. It was at the exact same position where Linda's head was resting in the other room. Derek moaned particularly loud as Frank clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Shhh, Derek. She's right next door and the walls may be thick, but not that thick." Frank said, slowing his hips down a bit.
Derek simply nodded as he leaned onto the wall again.
"Okay... We're still supposed to kiss, right?" Derek whispered.
Just as he was angling his head back, his chin was grabbed by his dad and yanked quite roughly to the side. In the matter of a second, their lips crashed together as Frank pushed the both of them into a rough kiss. His tongue invaded his son's mouth and aggressively roamed around in it.
Except for a few protesting whimpers, there was not much resistance from Derek. He simply attempted to grab onto his dad's arm, his legs somehow even more wobbly than before. As if sensing the unsteadiness, Frank's other hand made its way around Derek's hip, pushing the two of them closer together and giving Frank perfect access to his son's cock. He started stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts.
Both of their eyes were closed as they kept making out - well, more like Derek was enduring Frank's insistent tonguing. Heavy breaths resonated as Derek's cheeks alternated in being plunged into by an experienced man.
For a short while, rhythmic slaps turned irregular. The tempo broken and breaths ragged. This lasted until Derek's guts started getting flooded by a deluge of hot cum. Pulse after pulse. Frank's balls pumped themselves empty as his shaft expanded to deposit the load deep into the warm, pliable ass he was buried in. Their kissing as well as their thrusting came to a halt as they simply stood there. Eventually, Frank broke the connection between their lips with a string of thick saliva.
"Getting there soon?" he asked quietly.
Derek didn't even get a chance to respond as he released his own load while trying to catch his breath. His legs shuddered while white ropes shot all over the wall in front of him. His shoulders slumped. The full weight of his body was now leaning against his dad. He was pulled closer. Secure. Grounded.
"Good job. You okay?" Frank asked as he stopped his stroking.
"I'll be better once you get out of my fucking ass!" Derek bristled as he pushed back.
Frank rolled his eyes, yet complied. He took his hands back and with great effort dislodged himself from the rim that was still gripping onto him tightly. The moment he did so, Derek nearly collapsed onto the ground, yet his fall was broken by Frank's strong arms.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Frank inquired once more.
"Get your hands off me and I'll be better!" Derek protested.
"I would if you hadn't almost crumbled to the ground when I did it before."
There was no room for negotiation. Frank simply hoisted Derek up and placed the comparably light weight against his own body. Derek looked like he wanted to resist, but his limbs refused to cooperate as they simply shook in place.
"Let me go." Derek said, quietly.
"I'll let you go soon enough. Here, let's get you clothed again and go to the bathroom. I'll help you to the toilet or shower, whichever you feel like you need more."
Just as Frank started pulling up his son's underwear up, a large blob of cum splurged out of the freshly fucked ass. Derek's cheeks - a bright crimson.
"I can do it on my own! Just go! Get out of my room!" Derek said as he struggled himself out of his dad's hold.
Frank opened his mouth to speak, but settled for a quiet, questioning stare instead.
"What didn't you understand!? Just leave already... The text said we still have something to do, so be so kind and let me rest, dad." Derek put a venomous emphasis onto the last word.
A pause. A stare. Then a movement. Frank was the one yielding here as he put up his hands in surrender and started moving to the hallway. The door closed as Derek was left alone. He slumped against the wall and breathed heavily, sliding down onto the ground. More semen flowed out of his winking hole, joining into a small puddle on the dusty wooden floor.
Hard cut. On the screen now a steamy shower and in it Derek. He was a lot more stable than before as he let the hot water fall onto his hair, staring blankly at the tiles in front of him. One of his hands was toying with his backside; a pair of fingers going in and out of the muscle ring, squelching sounds included.
Frank, meanwhile, was finishing up what looked like a shelf. The last nail got hammered into place and voila - the shoddy-looking, quasi-stable piece of furniture was done. Judging by its looks, it had already gone through numerous of such adjustments and repairs. His phone buzzed just as he was inspecting his masterpiece. His eyes went wide.
'Good job, darlings. One part of today is done. We truly want to thank you for getting into that make out session - woowee! Now it's time for the second part of today. See, our viewers were a bit indecisive today, and so we had a tie. So, as generous as we are, we decided you were going to provide them with double the dose of hot daddy on sonny action. Or, in this case, sonny on daddy action. Yes, my dears, it's truly good you didn't use up that second packet of lube. Get into the shower and for a change, Derek is going to top Frank! Make sure you two put your whole backs into it, as you won't get another chance to do this for the rest of Mothercucker. The other rules are as usual. Now, off you go!'
Black. The screen got locked and the phone got thrown onto the couch, Frank's hands grasping at his thighs and grasping. Rough. His knuckles went white. With a clenched jaw, he looked towards the bathroom; the light was still lit. Stomps echoed through the house as he started moving.
"Where are you going?" Linda asked from behind the stove, "Food is almost ready."
"I'm gonna go get a shower. I mean, look at me. I'm overdue for one."
"But Derek is in there, no?"
"Is he? I could've sworn he's already gotten out. I'll go check and if he's still in, I'll just wait for my turn." he rattled off and continued walking, turned away from Linda's shaking head.
The door opened and a heavy cloud of vapor hit his nose. Ignoring Derek's confused head-turn, he closed it behind him. He spoke immediately.
"Did you see the message?"
"What message!? I've been in the shower all this time, so I didn't see anything. Now leave me alone." Derek protested.
"This isn't the time for your attitude, Derek. We have our second task for the day." Frank said gravely.
"Oh, great. My ass is still half-open anyway, so it should be easier to get it done with now." Derek's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Frank's jaw tightened again. He took a deep breath before focusing his gaze directly onto his son. After a particularly loud exhale, his back straightened with a series of pops.
"Well, then you're in luck. This time around, it's you who gets to fuck."
"Huh?" Derek turned around fully, eyebrows raised up high.
"Is the second packet of lube still in your room? Can I go grab it or are you going to whine again from me entering your room?" Frank crossed his arms.
"I... yeah, it's still in there. You can go in, yeah." Derek sputtered.
A slow smile crept onto the younger man's face. The corners of his lips fighting for their life as they wanted to quirk up. He looked away once more, eyes unfocused and distant as a few chuckles spilled out of his mouth.
The trip to the other room was quick. A furtive glance in the kitchen's direction and Frank ran over to his son's room. He snatched the unused packet of lube and rushed back. The door closed behind him as the two of them were locked in with the steamy, foreboding atmosphere.
"So, how are we going to do this?" Derek asked, not even bothering to hide the toothy grin on his face anymore.
"What do you mean how? I'll get under the shower and you'll do me. Nothing more to it, Derek. Same as we've done twice so far, just with our roles reversed." Frank shrugged, yet his joints were awfully stiff.
"Yeah, sure. So get in." Derek moved to the side.
"You're going to need to move a bit more. Not all of us are twigs like you." Frank said as he started undressing.
His clothes hit the floor, one by one. Shirt, pants, underwear, socks. All of it on an unkempt pile of laundry. It left him standing there fully exposed, just like his son - well except that compared to his son, his body was a lot wider, bulkier and noticeably hairier. He shouldered his was into the shower, pressing Derek into the wall.
"Fucking... watch it!" Derek said as he squeezed past.
"I told you you'd need to move more. So, now - let's get it over with." Frank replied as he splayed his hands out on the tiles before him.
Another couple of deep breaths. Frank's harsh squint disappeared as his eyes opened wide, staring directly into the wall. He bent over slightly, his own cheeks jutting out like two muscular mountains. Firmer than Derek's, but quite a lot larger. Following the swirls of wet hairs, one could find the jungle of his crack, deeply hidden by its two unyielding protectors.
"Damn..." Derek said as he made a double-take looking at what was presented to him on a silver platter.
While his gaze never left his father's ass, his hands reached for the lubricant. He tore it open and stuck two fingers into it. With a tentative touch, he moved them over to the obscured pucker. The glistening digits came into contact with the dry rim - outside of the range of the water spray. Frank's entire body shivered as he recoiled forward.
"What the... that isn't your dick, is it? What the hell are you doing back there?" he suffocated a yell.
"Relax, fuck. I'm just going to open you up a bit. Don't want to tear my precious daddy's virgin hole." Derek responded in a mocking tone.
"Knock it off. Do what you're supposed to do. I managed to get my prick into you without fingering as well, no? And your dick is hardly bigger than mine." Frank scoffed and got into position again.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." Derek said, brows furrowed and teeth gritting.
He spread the fluid from his fingers onto his member and dumped the rest onto it as well. His dad had been right - he was about half of Frank's size. His girth wasn't really comparable either. Compared to the other dick though, he was already fully hard - which couldn't be said of the currently-soft worm in-between a pair of meaty thighs.
"Here I go then." Derek said with an edge of glee.
The entry was rough. It barely got in despite the copious amounts of lube. Nails scratched on ceramic. Frank's eyes closed up, unlike his mouth. Uneven teeth glistened in the yellowish light of the bathroom, pressed tightly against each other, occasionally letting a hiss pass through the gaps. Yet his posture remained stable and unmoving.
"Simple, isn't it?" Derek boasted as he pushed forward.
Eventually, the ring gave in, letting Derek's length slip in fully. Even in this position, the younger man's frame was fully eclipsed by his father's.
"Yes, simple. Now stop talking and start fucking! I don't run my mouth endlessly either!" Frank struggled out, shooting a venomous glare backwards.
And Derek did exactly that. He started moving his hips as fast as he could, the slaps echoing off the bathroom walls immediately. Compared to his dad, his thrusts were sloppy and clearly inexperienced - jackhammering away into his first hole. Frank's pained expression remained only for a few seconds before hardening into a cold neutrality.
"Still... Still... want... me... to... fuck?" Derek managed to struggle out of himself with great effort.
"Yeah. The sooner this is over, the better. As I said. Though you'll have to try a bit harder if I'm to cum too." Frank said frigidly.
"Yeah?! Then... here..." Derek spat out.
With all of his vitriol, he jumped a bit, his toes barely touching the ground as he let himself fall onto his dad's ass. He started thrusting with all his might - as rapidly as he could. A few moans came from his mouth, but he clenched his mouth shut again, focusing his eyes ahead. Both of his hands came down to fumble with his dad's junk - clumsily, at that.
Frank's eyes rolled as he groaned. That position endured for a minute, before Derek emitted a high-pitched whimper. His thrusts stilled and he remained practically mounted on his dad. His release didn't last nearly as long as the first time around, only going on for a few spurts. His dad? Still dry and only half-hard.
Eventually, Derek's legs gave in as he stumbled back from his dad, looking at what he had done. Frank was still in the same pose. Unfazed. In fact, he was so alright he just straightened back up and turned around without even a lick of discomfort.
"Good. Now get me done and we can finally put this behind us for today."
This specific framing was even more revelatory of their differences. Derek's dick was still mostly hard, but already of the same size as Frank's barely erect manhood. He looked at his dad's crotch, then up into his eyes, then back down again. Two slender, yet oddly determined hands moved to stroke. Just as poorly as before. The stimulated penis remained as soft as before - if not even more flaccid.
"Derek... Here, let me help you so we're not here all day."
Frank's hands grabbed Derek's wrists and started moving them rapidly. Blood filled the stimulated flesh as it rose to its full length in a matter of seconds. It didn't take long for it to start shooting either - with no warning, jizz geysered its way out of the piss slit, thick globs landing on Derek's face and sticking to it. As soon as it began, so it ended.
"What the... say something next time, damn it!" Derek protested.
His mouth opened again to speak more, but some of the viscous droplets landed on his tongue as he spat them out and retched performatively.
"Oh, grow up, it's just spunk. Besides, why say something? It's done with and we can go on our merry way now."
Frank got under the water spray fully again, washing the rest of his body, particularly paying attention to the recently used parts. No soap or gel was touched as all he did was a rudimentary rub-down, not that there was much choice to begin with. Most of the space in the shower was taken up by various bottles with the label 'for women' and nondescript vials with barely any fluid left in them.
"I'm just surprised you can shoot this fast, Frank. What, are you a premature ejaculator? I heard it's common with old men. Usually they're older than you, but hey, you might be an early bloomer." Derek spat out.
"If you can't get a hole to fuck for a good two decades, you get used to doing it with your hand. And the sooner you get it over with, the better. Simple." Frank shrugged and started getting out of the shower.
"Yeah? And how did you like being on the bottom for once, hm? Was it all you had imagined?" Derek got louder.
"Quiet down! And no, it wasn't really that bad. Don't know what your problem was, really." Frank said and wrapped a towel around his waist, already moving out of the bathroom.
"Oh? Is that why you're leaving already? Probably want to hide the limp I gave you. Don't want me to see your sore hole, right? How about you man up and drop the act for once, hm? Toughen up and tell me the truth, coward!" Derek got louder once more.
"What are you babbling about?" Frank looked at him, his eyes squinted.
"If it was so 'simple' then why don't you bottom every time, hm? Oh, wait, guess then you can't make me into a bottom bitch then, right? You can't feel all strong and powerful while you're fucking me open! Well, now you got a taste of what it feels like! You can't just shrug it away anymore. Taking a dick like a fa-"
Derek's rambles got cut off as Frank's hand clasped over his mouth, his stare fixed directly into his dad's eyes. The older man did not blink a single time for a good minute as they simply looked at each other.
"Now, you're going to pray your mother didn't hear that. And I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. As I usually do with you." Frank uttered with finality and removed his hand.
"Yeah, of course you are. You always pretend you don't hear what I say. But you know it's true! You just enjoy putting me down. Making me seem like a whiny fuckhole must be perfect for this!" Derek whispered vitriol directly into his father's face.
"Is that what you really think, Derek? Is that what you take me for?" Frank asked with a face of stone.
"Of course. Your intentions are clear as day, no matter how smart and sneaky you think you are." Derek nodded.
Frank didn't respond, just held his son's gaze for another bout of silence. Then, with the same wordless attitude, he shook his head and turned on his heel. He left and closed the door behind him as softly as never.
Derek remained in the bathroom. His hands balled up into fists, shaking with great force. Fuming, he stomped over into the shower again, looking down at the drain where some of the semen from earlier was still swirling down. After a good while, he punched the tiles in front of him, with force enough to gently nick one.
"Dammit." was all he said.
The shot suddenly zoomed out as an overlay appeared. Many images flew on the screen as the scene transitioned back to Jaxon. He smiled directly into the camera and clapped once, still dressed the same robe as before.
"Well, that was just wonderful, wasn't it? Not for them, but for us. Don't worry though, we're sure it'll get better eventually. Maybe. We here at TabooVision love getting into the nitty gritty of things, and you, my dear viewers, certainly helped with that. Let's look at the votes, shall we?" he said as he stepped back.
A bar graph appeared on the screen - two rectangles were about equal length while one was lagging behind slightly.
"This is your influence, my darlings! We had around fourteen thousand votes for both option one and two, can you believe it! But even option three wasn't too far behind, no sir. Eight thousand votes is nothing to sneeze at. Well, what can I say expect... Thank you! It's important for us to let you all have some say in what we do and how we get our mission into the world!" he giggled.
The graph got replaced by another display. Three emojis appeared on it again. This time around, they were as follows: a speech bubble, sweat drops and a crossed out red circle.
"Well, we certainly hope you're ready to vote again, lovelies! Here are our options for this episode! As option number one we have something returning! Dirty talk! Yes, if you would like for the two of our dear participants to have to exchange a few loaded words with one another, this is your chance! Second option? A new one, that's for sure. Cum marks! We all know cum can stain, but that's exactly what we want it to do! If you vote for option number two, then our lovely top will have to mark his bottom's underwear after the deed is done, simple as! Oh, and the bottom will mark his own underwear too, for good measure. And option number three iiiiiiiiiiis... NUDITY. Yes, so simple, yet so effective. Our two participants will have to do their clandestine deed fully in the nude. Sure, this might seem a bit basic, but imagine having to undress fully while trying to hide what you're doing - and trust me; we're getting a lot more dangerous locations as we progress." he smirked at the camera and moved closer.
"But that is it, my dear viewers! I certainly hope you enjoyed today's episode and remember... stay freaky!" he waved the camera goodbye frantically as the shot zoomed out.
Then, black screen. The episode was over and all that remained was the replay button.
Thank you all for so patiently waiting for chapter two! For those wondering, the vote numbers at the end are accurate, just remove the 'thousand' from them and there you go! And the comments at the start? While not from the actual comment sections, they are certainly inspired by what I have read about chapter one. As per usual, feel free to vote either in the comments or via a different way if you're too shy to have it be public!
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