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This story is based in the "Star Trek" universe. The use of anything related to "Star Trek" in this series is not intended to infringe upon the rights of Paramount Pictures. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. All other content or otherwise are works of my own imagination. All events are fictitious in nature.
This story is based on the series Star Trek: Deep Space 9, inspired by the 25th episode of the fifth season, "In the Cards".
I hope you like it. I have some ideas of where to take the story, so let me know if I should write more.
Captain Sisko and his son
Chapter 3: Wanting to Please Daddy
As the sombre dinner party came to a close, each of the senior officers thanked Captain Sisko for hosting as they departed, leaving Jake and Nog to clear the table. Eventually Nog left, leaving Jake with alone with his dad.
All the officers had been downbeat, the threat from the Dominion was increasing, and Starfleet had been losing ships. Jake could tell the situation was taking its toll on his dad. Captain Sisko hadn't been himself for weeks, and Jake couldn't remember the last time his dad had visited his bed, clearly too preoccupied and tired. The young boy longed to please his daddy; to feel the older man's cock deep inside him; to be bred by that alpha male.
Jake positioned himself behind his father who sat despondent at the head of the table. He placed his hands on his dad's broad shoulders, leaning in and gently kissing his neck. Jake's hands moved slowly down, caressing the muscular body of his father as he continued planting his soft supple lips of the neck of his dad. As his hands eventually rested on Sisko's crotch, the young boy began stroking his dad's thick cock through the soft fabric of his Starfleet uniform.
"Not now son" Sisko suddenly announced, startling Jake who recoiled slightly. "I need to rest, I don't have time for this".
He stood up and left, heading straight for his room. Jake was taken aback. Perhaps his father was no longer interested in him? Was the situation with the Dominion this bad? How could he help his dad in this depressed state? Jake's mind raced with endless questions, but he was determined to cheer his dad up.
The next day Jake caught up with his good friend Nog.
"Thanks for the invitation, Jake. That was a lot of fun" Nog said sarcastically.
"Did you see how down my dad was? He tried to hide it, but I could tell he was depressed" replied Jake.
"He's not the only one. Look around. There's something in the air. People are scared."
"Yeah, but he's usually the one who tries to lift everyone's spirits. I mean, people go to him for encouragement. Where does he go when he needs it?"
"I hope I'll be seeing the two of you tomorrow at twelve hundred hours" interrupted Quark who had walked over to Jake and Nog's table with their beverages.
"Why?" said Nog.
"Why? Haven't you heard? There's going to be an auction of some of the galaxy's rarest and most valuable antiquities. Here. Find something you like and make a bid with all that latinum you've got stashed under your bed."
"Shh!" Nog was embarrassed.
"Oh, Nog. You don't really keep it under your bed?"
"No, of course not." Nog replied sheepishly.
"Where'd you get all this stuff, Quark?" asked Jake.
"I'm just conducting the auction, for a modest commission. The items up for sale were all aboard an old derelict freighter that the Bajorans found adrift about a light year from here. The cargo hold was crammed with valuable items of every description. Antiques, paintings, vehicles."
Nog picked up the list of items and started reading. "It's all a bunch of junk. Listen to some of this stuff. A mid twenty fourth century ceramic Romulan water basin, slightly cracked. A pair of Tellarite shoes, date unknown. A mid-twentieth century human baseball card. A Tholian pedestal of..."
"A baseball card? A mint condition 1951 Willie Mays rookie card! Nog, this is it!" exclaimed Jake.
"What do you mean?"
"It's perfect. This is how I can cheer up my Dad. You know how much he loves baseball. He'll go nuts when he sees this."
"Tell him to be here at 1200 and he can bid along with everyone else" stated Quark.
"No. I'm going to bid on this. He's always doing things for me, I want to do something for him for a change. And this is it. All I have to do is get him this card. How hard can that be?"
That evening Nog and Jake counted how much they had. It was a big sum for the two boys, but clearly not enough to bid for the baseball card. They tried to think of ways to raise enough in the short time they had, but couldn't come up with anything that was realistic.
Nog then suggested to Jake to put himself up for auction. It was common on his world for desperate people to hire themselves out as housemaids and servants for short periods of time to make some money. Perhaps Jake could do the same for just a week? Jake thought about it.
"I'm always doing chores at home, so that could be an option. It'll only be for a week anyways" Jake agreed.
"Great! Let me talk to my uncle and we'll get it arrange at the auction" Nog enthusiastically replied.
It wasn't long until the list of auction items was updated to include Jake's services as a servant boy for a week. Jake was now excited that he was a step closer to being able to buy the baseball card.
The auction was running smoothly, with Quark entertaining the crowd and encouraging bids on the various exotic and strange items. It then came to Jake's turn.
"An unusual inclusion to our action" announced Quark, "We have Jake Sisko, a hu-man boy, selling his services as a servant boy for a week to the highest bidder. Shall we start at 5 bars of latinum"
Jake stood at the front facing the audience wearing tight green trousers which flaunted his pert bubble butt as the bids started coming in.
"Give us a twirl" shouted a member of the audience.
"Turn around boy" another said, wanting to get a good look of the teen before making a bid.
The bids continued coming in, encouraged by Quark who exaggerated the amount of work and chores Jake was capable of in order to keep the audience interest and the bids flowing.
Then suddenly a booming voice came from the back of the room. In the dimly lit corner, a figure of imposing stature strode purposefully, his broad shoulders squared, and with a determined glint in his eyes. Lieutenant Worf, son of Mogh, a Klingon warrior in the service of Starfleet, was a commanding presence that demanded attention wherever he went.
"25 bars of latinum for the boy to be my toy'wI''a' for the week" Worf said in a manner which indicated this was the final bid and no-one should try to top it. He was an intimidating presence.
Quark and Jake didn't know what toy'wI''a' meant, it was a Klingon word, and they assumed it must just mean the same as a servant. Jake looked up at Quark, he was giddy knowing that 25 bars of latinum would be enough to purchase the card, and so nodded at Quark to indicate his consent.
"Sold! To Lt Worf" declared Quark, as the gavel slammed down.
Jake approached Worf gleefully. Worf has distinct Klingon features, including a prominent forehead with ridges, long hair tied into a warrior's topknot, and a robust, muscular build. He wears the standard Starfleet uniform, but his physical appearance immediately sets him apart from the others.
"Thank you Worf, I..." but Jake was quickly interrupted by the Klingon.
"Report to my quarters at twenty hundred hours" Worf snapped, before quickly walking away to carry on his duties.
The baseball card was sold to another bidder, but having spoken to the man he agreed to sell it to Jake for the 25 bars of latinum at the end of the week when Jake would get his payment from Worf.
Jake was thrilled. In just a week of chores he'll be able to make enough to purchase the baseball card and was excited to see his dad's face next week when he would present it to him.
Later that evening, Jake eagerly arrived at Worf's quarters. After ringing the bell, the sliding doors opened to a room dimly lit by flickering candles. Burning incense filled the air with smoke and a calming scent.
"Welcome boy" the distinctive deep and powerful voice struck Jake as he turned to see Worf enter from a side door. Jake looked upon Worf, it wasn't often he would see him out of uniform. Instead, Worf wore a traditional Klingon cloak that covered most of his body, stopping above his thick black boots.
Standing at an impressive 6 feet 5 inches, Worf's height was accentuated by the sturdy, muscular build that spoke of years of combat training and physical conditioning. Every inch of his body exuded strength and power, a living testament to the warrior ethos of his Klingon heritage.
His raven-black hair was neatly tied back, revealing a face that was both chiselled and weathered. Worf's most distinctive feature was his imposing cranial ridges, which adorned his forehead. These rugged ridges, with their rough texture and prominent contours, added an air of fierce determination to his countenance. The pronounced brow ridge shadowed his piercing, dark eyes that burned with an unwavering intensity. Worf's square jaw and a firmly set mouth filled with sharp pointed teeth adding to his imposing nature.
"I have bought you to be my toy'wI''a' for the week" Worf announced, "and as such we must conduct the PIn'a' Ritual".
"I'm sorry I don't understand Klingon" replied Jake, to Worf's frustration.
"In Klingon culture we have no maids or servants. Those who conduct that role are considered Toy'wl"a' which means slave. Slaves are usually captured in battle where they have lost their honour. You have been sold to me, and therefore we must conduct the Pln'a' Ritual, or Master Ritual to take away your honour. To make you submit yourself to me as your Master. As your Master, I must rob you of your honour".
Jake was nervous. He wasn't sure what this really meant or what it really involved, but he had already agreed to this and his depressed father in need of cheering up constantly played in the back of his mind.
"Let's begin" Worf stated, loosening his cloak which he pulled to his back revealing his naked masculine body. Jake gawped at Worf's defined body as his eyes slowly examined the man before him.
Worf's brown skin was smooth, his pecs huge and his nipples dark and erect. Jake's eyes surveyed his chest and abs, biting his lower lip at the manly site. His boyish eyes then drifted downwards towards Worf's crotch. He was wearing a leather thong, barely containing the older man's huge bulge. It was widely known how well-endowed Klingons were, and Jake could see Worf was no exception. Jake continued to examine the older man, his thighs and calves were muscular and thick, strong warrior's legs. Worf was a stunning physical specimen. Lust entered Jake's mind as his teen cock twitched in excitement.
Worf towered over the boy, an intimating and commanding presence that made Jake feel small and vulnerable. His lithe light-skinned figure contrasting against the dark muscular warrior.
"So, what do I have to do?" Jake sheepishly asked.
"You'll do I as I say boy" snarled Worf. "Now get on your knees".
"Yes sir" answered the twink as he lowered himself beneath the imposing warrior.
Worf walked over to him, his crotch hovering over the boy. Jake looked up with his puppy dog eyes at the tall man now towering over him. The older man's cock throbbed at the sight of the innocent teen, knowing that the boy's purity wouldn't last the night.
Suddenly Worf grabbed the back of Jake's head and pulled him against his crotch.
"Breathe in that musk. You must learn my scent. Learn to love it. Want it. Lust for it."
With his nose pressed tightly against the older man's crotch, Jake became intoxicated by the strong sweaty oder. Taking deep breaths as he inhaled, each blast of Worf's musk turned the teen on, making his young dick jump and grow. He could feel Worf's cock pulsate against his soft cheeks, eager to be released from its leather pouch which increasingly struggled to contain it.
The boy reached up, grabbing Worf's hips as he buried his face ever closer against the sweaty crotch. Desperate to taste the older man, Jake's tongue traced the outline of the trapped member. Worf's large hand gripped the boy's head more intensely in response, pressing Jake harder against his trapped throbbing dick.
Jake pulled down the leather thong, releasing the Klingon's semi-erect cock which sprung out of the pouch, bouncing in front of the teen's face. The dark meat hung menacingly between the warrior's smooth muscular thighs; thick, cut and enticing.
"You know what to do" Worf commanded expectantly.
Jake caressed the soft dick. His eyes fixated on Worf's manhood as the dick slowly grew ever larger in his soft hands. Before it became fully erect, Jake leaned in, opening his mouth to engulf the bulbous pulsating head. He loved sucking dick, and was soon eagerly taking as much of the big black cock as he could in his mouth. His young tongue ran along the prominent veins of the thick shaft; the ribbed veins of Klingon's dicks were famous for the additional pleasure they gave their recipients.
Worf's dick was now flushed with blood, standing an impressive 11 inches in length, with a fine thick girth. Jake's soft lips felt good against the shiny head and especially running along the base of the rock-solid shaft. Worf signed deeply as the boy serviced him.
However, Jake struggled to swallow its full length, despite Worf's forceful encouragement. As he tried to force the boy further down his cock, tears would stream down Jake's face. His large hands gripped the teen's head as he attempted to fuck the young mouth.
"Open that mouth up boy" demanded Worf, slapping Jake's face as he gagged on the thick black meat. The boy's mouth stretched open in an attempt to take it all in. Worf was determined, driving inch after inch down the teen's throat, taking pleasure at Jake's discomfort.
After fucking the boy's mouth, Worf then pulled Jake's head back. His black cock slid out the teen's mouth dripping with saliva. Jake gasped for air, relieved his jaw how had a short respite. The older man then spat on Jake's face.
"You have no honour boy. You are to serve me, submit to me. Now open your mouth".
Jake did as he was told, opening his mouth with his tongue sticking out. Worf spat again, aiming for the eager teen. Swallowing the spit, Jake licked his lips to demonstrate his subservience.
"Good boy. Know your place". Worf slapped his cock against Jake's tongue and across the boy's face.
Jake looked at Worf's large hairless balls dangling hypnotically. He couldn't resist any longer and started to kiss and suck the large hanging sacks, taking each one in turn in his mouth. Jake loved the taste of sweaty ballsacks, and again smelling that manly musk. Wolf squeezed and twisted his erect nipples to amplify the pleasure the boy was giving him.
"Follow me" Worf announced suddenly, pulling away and walking towards another room. Jake followed.
The Klingon warrior positioned himself on a throne-like chair, his legs spread out. Worf's black dick stood firm. It was impressive, majestic, imposing. The cock was huge, monumental even, and glistened in the dim light from the boy's saliva.
"Undress" beckoned the older man, his voice boomed around the smoke-filled room.
Jake slowly stripped in front of his watchful master, lust filling the alpha's eyes as the young smooth body was slowly revealed to him. Despite having just been gagging on cock, and with his face tearstained and dripping with spit, Jake still looked so sweet and innocent. Worf grinned as his thoughts raced at the prospect of ravaging the adorable youth, his cock twitching in excitement.
"Before we move to complete the ritual, you will need to be made ready. Come here".
As Jake walked over to Worf, he was instructed to bend over the older man's knee. As he lay across, the slim light-skinned twink contrasted sharply against the dark muscular build of the Klingon. Worf admired the pert bubble butt now presented to him. He grabbed and slapped the smooth cheeks, Jake moaning with each slap as he felt his cheeks burn red.
"You're a pussy boi. Here to serve a true man. This faggot ass will belong to me, understood?" snarled Worf as he slapped the boy's cheeks hard, leaving a large red handprint.
"Yes sir" whimpered Jake.
Worf moved the boy around, his legs now resting either side of him with Jake's face close to the floor. He now had a perfect view of the teen's ass. Gripping the cheeks hard, he pulled them apart to reveal Jake's pink hole. Taking aim, he spat directly on the boy's pussy. Jake could feel Worf's saliva dripping down along his crack, followed by Worf's fingers as he begun to massage the boy's hole with his spit.
Worf's thumb pressed against the opening, attempting to puncture and enter the boy. He continued to massage the boy's pussy, teasing Jake as his thumbs and fingers only slightly entered. The older man spat again, making the hole wetter as it winked back at its master.
Worf leaned down and grabbed Jake's hair, pulling the boy's head up. He shoved the fingers inside the teen's mouth, forcing Jake to suck on them. Once he felt they were wet enough, he let go of the boy and returned to the teen's pussy. Using Jake's own saliva as lube, Worf inserted his index finger into Jake's hole, twisting his finger to loosen up the boy. He then slowly inserted another finger and then another, each time stretching Jake open.
Worf had manly hands. His fingers, thick and long, felt rough, but Jake was soon enjoying being fingered. The older man looked down with lustful eyes as he finger-fucked the innocent boy pussy in front of him. Jake's whimpers only encouraged Worf further, increasing the tempo and depth. Soon he aggressively violating the boy, rapidly fingering Jake's ass.
"You have a nice pussy" Worf stated, licking his fingers to taste the boy's juices. "If only you could see what I can see. On my lap, with your ass in the air. You're such a subservient little faggot".
With the tips of his fingers inside Jake's ass, Worf stretched open his hole, admiring the sight. He spat a few more times making the teen's pussy wetter and wetter, proceeding to lean down to lick the hole with his long tongue. Jake loved being rimmed by his dad. Sisko always knew how to use his tongue to pleasure his son. He really missed it, but Worf was clearly an expert as his tongue flicked and licked his hole.
"You have now been prepared for the final stage of the ritual. This final stage will mark your complete submission to me as your Master. It will ensure you are robbed of any honour you have left".
Worf stood up and pulled Jake to what was some strange Klingon contraption. Worf placed the boy's back against the vertical platform raising his arms and tying them up by the wrists. He did the same with Jake's ankles. Jake stood there tied to the contraption, powerless and vulnerable. Worf then pulled a lever, turning it horizontally into a sling-like platform, raising the boy's legs up and presenting the teen hole, which now perfectly lined up with the older man's thick shaft.
"This is an ancient mating table used by Klingon men on their wives. It is also used in this ritual. Normally all the males of a House would be present, as a slave is owned by the House and therefore shared among them. To truly serve a House, you must submit and serve to all the men of that House. You will be grateful when the night is done that you'll only have to endure one Klingon dick".
Jake's lay on his back nervously, tied down with his legs raised, spread open. His wet hole now fully prepped and ready for the Klingon warrior who stepped closer towards his prey.
Worf's cock was hard as ever. Its throbbing head glistened with precum; its veins pulsating and prominent.
Jake could hear Worf breathing deeply as he approached. He looked up. Worf was like a beast with the rough ridges on his furrowed brow, sharp teeth and thick black mane. His animalistic snarl and muscular build filling the boy with angst, feeling so small and vulnerable beneath him. Jake winced as he felt Worf's head press against his hole.
"Remember boy, you are mine" Worf whispered leaning into Jake's ear as he forced his cock into the teen.
"Argh!" cried out Jake as his hole stretched open to accommodate the thick black monster. "It's too much!" he pleaded at the stinging pain.
Worf ignored the protests, forcing his dick ever deeper inside the boy. Jake squirmed and wriggled, arching his back in discomfort, unable to do anything. He felt the ribbed veins pop on the edge of his ass as the cock pushed inch after inch further inside him. Worf would pull his dick out, providing some relief to Jake, but would quickly plough it back inside, only each time just a little deeper. Jake cries music to Worf's ears. The older man dropped large globules of spit of his dick, massaging it along his shaft, before continuing digging into the teen's ass. The initial stinging pain started to subside as Jake felt his hole loosen up.
This continued for a few minutes. Then with one final thrust, Worf buried his full 11 inches inside the boy, pressing his large balls against the youth's smooth ass.
"That's a good boy"
Worf grabbed Jake's legs as he slowly fucked the teen. Pain remained, but pleasure was beginning to takeover. The long strokes ensured the teen appreciated every inch of his alpha dick. Jake would cry out when the full length of the black cock drilled inside, before gliding back out. The prominent veins popping along with each thrust in and out, providing intense sparks of pleasure and pain. At times the bulging head would pop out his hole, before quickly burying itself back deep inside the boy.
As Jake's ass relaxed, so did he. The teen filled with desire as slow rhythmic thrusting directly stimulated his prostate. The boy's cock stood fully erect, urging and aching to be stroked. Jake was desperate to reach out and wank, but yet unable to. His restrained arms signifying his own pleasure was not to be considered at all in this ritual. Jake was there to serve his master's needs. And yet this turned him on further, knowing he was a bitch for this Klingon. That his ass could serve, please and be owned by this alpha dick. Jake's cock stiffened further at the thought of this, as he moaned seductively indicating his consent.
Worf slammed his full length, balls deep inside the teen. Jake loved it when the older man would suddenly slam this thick black member deep and hard. The large balls slapping against the boy's ass as Worf would pull Jake's legs against him in the process.
"Ahh yes sir. That feels so good with your dick deep inside me" Jake cried out. "Make me your bitch. Show me you own this boy".
Worf grinned as he moved his hands down the boy's soft smooth legs. He caressed the inside of Jake's thighs, exploring the teen's delicate flesh, before resting his large hands on Jake's slender waist. The older man grabbed the boy's waist tightly; Worf was now in total control.
Jake had never felt anything like it. Worf was pounding the boy's hole hard and deep. A fast rhythm, balls slapping and straps rattling. Pain had passed completely, his mind totally focused of the immense pleasure of the thrusting black dick. It never seemed to stop. The warrior's stamina was impressive. The pleasure intense. Held tightly by the waist, the older man was able to thrust really deep and hard inside the teen's pussy, using the boy as a fuck toy. Jake was in ecstasy, being essentially a fleshlight for this alpha.
Worf admired the young twink. He licked his lips watching the boy moaning and writhing as he drilled the teen. Worf had fucked all manner of young males during his time in Star Fleet, but was impressed by just how submissive Jake was, and the ability of his young pussy to accommodate his huge Klingon dick.
Despite the relentless pounding, Jake thought of how pleased his daddy would be once he got the baseball card. Each deep thrust taking him one step closer to achieving that goal. His ruined hole symbolising that dedication he had towards his pleasing his dad. Worf's cock was majestic, and he certainly could fuck well, but nothing beat his dad's dick when it owned his pussy.
Jake started to feel drowsy, his vision blurred. Worf's cock and impressive fucking intoxicating the boy as Jake approached climax. Unable to touch his dick, it dripped with precum and throbbed ready to ejaculate. His teen cock became increasingly more swollen, as he felt ready to explore.
"Ahhh! Ah!" Jake cried out as he shot his load, covering his smooth chest with his boy juice. The orgasm was intense. Each thrust from Worf seemingly pushing more cum out his young cock, as he shot his load repeatedly.
The boy's ass tightened around Worf's cock. The older man grinned as he felt the boy's pussy constrict, making him want to fuck the teen harder. He still had a long way to go.
"I'm not finished with you yet, boy" snarled the Klingon. Jake could only but wince as Worf began stretching him open again. The pain returning as Worf's rhythmic fucking continued.
Jake was unsure how much time had passed. But he'd thought Worf would have came by now. When would the relentless pounding stop? How long does it take a Klingon to cum? He wanted to be bred so badly so the pounding would stop to ease the pain, but he also found himself loving every rapid hard thrust. He wanted more and more of that dick. He felt he could stay there for hours being relentlessly pounded, abused and used, despite how sore his ass was becoming. He just wanted to be bred. To be owned. Jake just gave in and lay there, moaning and whimpering as his hole was ruined.
Worf was like a beast, ravaging the boy to assert this authority. His animalistic features could be considered hideous, but Jake found him attractive, radiating masculinity and power. Worf glistened as streams of sweat run along the muscular body, down his broad chest and defined abs before dripping onto Jake. The strong odor that intoxicated the boy earlier oozed from the older man. The stench was powerful. It was pungent, heady, manly -- and Jake loved it. As sweat from Worf's head landed on Jake's face, the boy would lick it up, savouring the taste.
He wasn't sure long it had been -- he could have been there hours being fucked -- when Worf started to heave and breathe deeply. The older man's cock suddenly felt harder inside his teen ass. Worf began to thrust ever deeper and faster. He panted and breathed more heavily. Worf could feel his balls constrict in anticipation.
"ARGH!" roared the Klingon warrior as he shot his thick creamy nutt inside the boy. He slowed his pounding to sharp hard thrusts, ensuring he emptied his sacks fully into the teen.
As Worf stepped back, his black meat slid out of Jake's gaping hole. The boy instantly felt empty. Jake longed for it again. Yearning to be used and filled. Having that thick member deep inside him for all that time felt natural. The warrior looked down at his new slave, satisfied the teen knew who now owned him. Who he served. And who his master was.
He walked around the table to Jake, flopping his cum drench cock on the boy's face.
"Clean this boy" he demanded.
Jake eagerly sucked and licked the black cock, swallowing the older man's cum mixed with his own ass juices. Relishing the taste, he yearned for more.
"Good boy" Worf smirked as he turned and walked away.
Jake thought that was it, but the ritual lasted throughout the night. He remained strapped to the breeding table as every hour or so Worf would either return to fuck his ass, or fuck his mouth. Jake couldn't recall how many times Worf shot his load into his hole or filled up his mouth with creamy nutt. Worf tasted so good, and each time Jake would hungrily swallow as much as he could, craving more each time. He was surprised how much cum a Klingon could produce. The rumours and reputation were clearly well founded.
By the end of the ritual Jake's face and body was covered in thick sticky cum. His gaping hole leaked nutt onto the floor, unable to hold any more. The boy was truly owned by his master.
For the rest of the week, Jake would arrive every morning as Worf's slave, carrying out whatever chores and tasks were required of him. Before his shift would finish in the evening, Jake would be strapped again to the breeding table and fucked before being sent away full of cum, a reminder of subservience.
"Argh, fuck! I'm cumming bitch!" Worf boomed, unloading for a final time in the boy's ass.
Freed from the breeding table, Jake dressed himself while Worf collected the payment.
"Thank you for your service" Worf stated, handing Jake the latinum.
The boy was giddy as he looked at amount, "Thank you sir!"
As he turned to leave, Worf firmly slapped the teen's butt, grabbing the pert ass. "I will miss this beautiful ass." Jake smiled, leaving to quickly to find the man who had agreed to sell him the baseball card.
Captain Sisko cherished the baseball card how in his hand. He was smiling, the first time for weeks. Sisko looked at Jake, who stood proudly in the Captain's office, beaming at seeing how pleased his daddy was. Sisko pulled his son into his arms, for a loving warm embrace. Placing his hands on Jake's soft cheeks, Sisko leaned in to kiss his boy.
Dad and son passionately kissed, their tongues massaging each other's. With their bodies pressed together, Jake's growing erection rubbed against his dad's bulge.
"Time to say thank you" Sisko whispered.
Sisko grabbed his son, turning him around and slamming his face down on his desk. Bent over the desk, Sisko forcibly pulled down his son's trousers, positioning himself behind the teen. Jake loved his dad's aggression. Jaked pulled his cheeks apart to present his boi pussy for his dad.
Sisko licked his lips as he stared at his son's young hole, unbuckling his belt in the process. He whipped out his big black daddy dick, slowly stroking his thick member at his boy. Jake's hole winked at his dad, as white juice started to drip out of his ass.
"What's this boy?" his dad asked. Worf's cum now leaking from Jake's ruined hole. His dad listened, as Jake explained the situation, admiring the lengths to which his son would go to please him.
He reach his hand out. "Give me that cum son".
Jake squeezed out Worf's cum onto his dad's hands. Sisko massaged the creamy juice along the full length of his black meat, lubricating his dick ready for his son's ass.
Sisko forcibly rammed his cock deep inside the boy. Jake moaned in pleasure and pain, as his dad violated him. Jake was relieved to finally having his dad's dick back in his ass, and tried to raise himself up and arch his back, but his dad held Jake firmly down on his desk. Sisko's large hand pressed down on the side of his son's face. Out of corner of his eye, Jake could see the lust in his dad's face as he buried his dicķ into his son's hole.
Sisko aggressively fucked his son, pounding the teen's hole balls deep. The Captain hadn't came in weeks, and knowing his boy had been used by another man he was determined to reassert his authority over Jake. It was a quick, hard fuck. Dad dominating son. Rough, forceful and raw, punching his cock deep into the teen. It was painful, but Jake loved it.
"Argh! Fuck me daddy" Jake cried out as his dad impaled him. "Your dick feels so good!"
Sisko smiled, grabbing his son's waist to drive his cock harder and deeper. He wanted to remind his boy who he belonged to.
Jake couldn't say anything now, only screaming as his dad pounded him deep. Pinned down and bent over, the submissive twink was fucked like a bitch, drilled by his dad's thick black cock. Worf was incredibly, but his daddy really knew what it meant to be an alpha. How to treat his boy pussy. It hurt, but it's what he deserved.
Jake longed for his dad to cream inside him, and it wasn't long until Sisko exploded. The older man shot his thick creamy nutt into his son, slamming his dick hard and deep with each load. Jake had returned to being owned by his dad. The boy knew, as his gapping hole stung and throbbed, that once again he served his daddy's needs. Pleasing daddy as he knew best.
Jake was exhausted, falling to the floor on his knees. Sisko stood there, his cock rock solid and wet from his cum and Worf's. The boy's eyes widened. Leaning in the young mouth opened as he took his dad's cock, slowly engulfed the dark meat until he reached the base.
It felt so good deep throating his dad again, Jake thought to himself. He pulled back along the dick's full length, cleaning the shaft of the nutt of the two alpha men who had bred him. While licking and sucking clean his dad, he tasted his own ass juices, mixed with the manly seed.
"Good boy" grinned the older man as he looked into the teen's innocent eyes. The boy licked his lips so as not to waste any of his dad's cum. He was happy he could please his daddy again.