Jake Sisko's Holosuite Adventures

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========== Chapter 2: Debauchery in the Locker Room

Part 1

The bustling energy of Quark's Bar brushed against Commander Benjamin Sisko like a jolt of electricity as he walked in. Quark, ever the shrewd and conniving Ferengi, was behind the bar, tending to his patrons with a meticulously calculated blend of charm and audacity.

"Commander!" Quark's voice sliced through the ambient din, as his eyes lit up in surprise. He wasn't used to seeing Ben in the bar during this hour. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Ben's dark eyes met Quark's, a flicker of amusement dancing in them. "I'm here to join Jake in the holosuite. I thought I'd catch the last few innings," he announced, his gaze scanning the area around the bar.

A mischievous smile ghosted over Quark's face. "Of course, Commander." Quark agreed, his sly smile not reaching his eyes, "It's quite an...exciting match your boy is playing. Not your usual game, I might add." He knew full well what program Jake was currently running. His cryptic response piqued the commander's curiosity but also dredged caution, knowing Quark's penchant for pushing limits. As the proprietor of these holosuites, Quark had access to all the programs running within them.

Ben nodded. He might not know exactly what Quark was implying, but the thrill of uncertainty and the promise of time spent with his son won out. In the comfortable expanse of Quark's Bar with its ambient chatter, Ben found himself looking forward to the surprising unknown that awaited inside the holosuite.

Upon stepping through the holosuite doors, the familiar sight of the baseball field with a baseball game in progress was instead replaced with a high-ceilinged room lined with benches, lockers, and discarded uniforms strewn about. His nostrils filled with the simulated musk of sweat-soaked men that permeated the program's virtual air.

"Locker rooms?" He muttered to himself, questioning his surroundings in a low whisper. For a moment, Ben was caught off guard; he'd run the baseball program before; son and father, teammates in spirit - it was usually just a plain old baseball pitch, sunlight overhead and the grassy expanse beneath. Today, the baseball diamond was nowhere in sight. Instead, he found himself standing in a starkly realistic, if somewhat unexpected, locker room.

His thoughts flickered to Jake and his mind hazily conjured up the image of his teenage son in the thralls of a hot, competitive baseball game.

Ben studied the current environment - the sight of scattered baseball uniforms, the supposed remnants of a boisterous baseball match. The sight of the discarded uniforms and jocks made him realise the baseball game must already be finished. But if that game had ended, why is the holosuite program still running? Moving further into the room, his worry dulled by the echo of water slapping against tile from further in. The showers were running.

Ben's eyes fell on the strewn uniforms and jockstraps, their different colours standing out starkly against the metallic locker room floor. A vivid red jockstrap lay discarded near a bench. Not too far away, a masculine brown one, lay in rugged appeal. Sandwiched between them, stood out a notably smaller, juvenile piece in pristine white - a piece that was unmistakably Jake's. Meanwhile, a pair of matching green jocks presented a paired unity off to the side.

He glanced around the locker room, half-afraid of seeing his son in a compromising situation, but he was nowhere in sight.

A curl of unease twisted in his guts. A father's protective instinct for his child's privacy waged a quiet battle with the very human feelings of curiosity and anticipation. His mind grappled with the implications - his innocent, young boy navigating the adult scenarios places like the holosuites could host. But as his heartbeat steadied, he squared his shoulders, making the choice to reconcile with this new dimension to his son's life.

As Ben's hand moved to pick up the white jockstrap, he hesitated. Part of him knew it was crossing a line, a boundary of a parent-child relationship. Despite its juvenile size compared to the others, the jockstrap was soaked in sweat, the strap carrying the musky scent of his son's exertion - the whole fabric smelled of Jake. Ben's mind reminded him that underwear were highly personal, something that usually remained unseen, smelled only by its owner and their intimate partners. He stared at the jockstrap, his hand hovering uncertainly above it.

But as his fingers twitched, another part of him wanted to seize it. He held the jockstrap up to the light, inspecting it. The fabric was designed to be both practical and comfortable. It was resilient enough to handle the stress of a demanding game, yet supple, conforming to the wearer's body. The pouch, created to cup and protect, was now wrinkled and damp. Yet, it was still thick enough to conceal what lay underneath to a modest degree - the last vestige of his son's innocence in this adult setting.

He'd encountered soiled underwear during unique escapades in his past; he'd always had a certain weak spot for the heady aroma of masculine sweat. And so he rationalised - it was just a smell. It didn't mean anything.

After a moment of fraught contemplation, Ben gave in. He picked up Jake's pungent jockstrap, bringing it to his face and inhaled. The scent was warm, youthfully pungent, a mix of innocent adolescence and burgeoning adult masculinity. It wasn't what he expected; it turned his world upside down but in a way that felt intriguingly thrilling, questions he never thought he'd be asking himself starting to nag at the rim of his consciousness.

Visibly startled by his own thoughts, he dropped the jock back to the floor.

The smell of the simulated locker room itself was so distinct and authentic that for a second, he forgot he was in a holosuite. It was a heady mix of diverse scents: musk from exerted bodies, the tang of fresh sweat, the unique, primal scent of men in their element. It was a smell he remembered from his academy days, locker room conversations, muscles aching from gruelling training sessions, laughs shared in between hushed breaths. These smells were part of a shared camaraderie that only a locker room could quite encapsulate.

And yet, an undercurrent of another distinct smell, arguably more primal, interlaced itself among this tapestry of olfaction - the unmistakable hints of sex. Not uncommon in lockers rooms, occasionally trailing a well fought game or a steamy rendezvous, but this was a holosuite. Ben knew well enough of the broad gamut of experiences and fantasies catered in these holo-environments - sex inclusive. Perhaps the scent was persistent, he mused, maybe the system was designed to never truly purge it.

A brief curiosity tugged at the corners of his mind. This smell - it would not escape Jake's notice either. What would his young son make of it? However, the thought dispersed as quickly as it had come. This was just a part of life on DS9, after all, and Ben felt a little amused wondering if Jake would make the connection.

The smell of sex in a locker room brought recollections of his Academy days through Ben's mind. The locker rooms had been a refuge, a space detached from the gruelling routine of Starfleet training, and for Ben, something more. The memory of his good friend - more than a friend - Calvin Hudson snaked its way up from the depths of his memory.

Calvin, like Ben, had been a promising young cadet, their shared ambitions entwining their paths. They found camaraderie, rivalry, but most importantly, an intimate connection that they nurtured in the privacy of locker rooms bathed in post-workout endorphins.

Their encounters ranged from fleeting touches to more daring explorations. One particular memory, as pressing as the scent of sex, was of Calvin pinning Ben against the cool shower wall, firm hands gripping his muscular upper arms. The sensation of Calvin's hard, pulsating cock pushing against Ben's taut abdomen, the warmth of the spray contrasting with the coolness of the wall against his back - it was all as fresh in his mind as if it had been yesterday.

Another vivid memory was of Calvin on his knees, his eager mouth engulfing Ben's throbbing cock, teasing it with skillfully lashed fluttering tongue strokes. Ben could still feel the sensation of Calvin's lips, the wet warmth, the delicious pressure that had him gasping and arching his back, bracing himself against the lockers.

These stolen moments filled Ben with a nostalgic desire, the once forgotten memories rushing back with startling clarity amidst the unexpected environment he now found himself in. He was taken aback by the heightened sense of arousal which caught him off guard, a testament to the explosive sexuality the locker rooms held. The sultry promises of men in their prime, transgressions wrapped in steam and the dampness of the showers - He was, after all, no stranger to these senses. Only this time, key elements had changed. In this instance, it was his son who was participating, unknowingly broadcast to the observer perched on the precipice of intimacy.

The sounds of the showers running in the distance disrupted his surprise momentarily. Laughter followed by splashing water echoed from a room not too far off. The team, including Jake, he presumed, must be there wrapping up the game in a way he hadn't anticipated.

This was uncharted territory for Ben, much like the underbelly of Deep Space 9, a hidden corner of Jake's life he hadn't previously been invited to. Yet, a part of him felt intrigued by the unexpected circumstance, his curiosity piqued. He joined Starfleet for the unexpected, after all - even if it meant embracing the surprises closer to home. So, with a slight shake of his head and a murmured, "Well, let's see where this leads," Ben steeled himself and moved closer to the showers, drawn by the steamy mist and low hum of masculine voices.

Part 2

As Ben ventured deeper into the locker room, his conscience tugged at a guilt engendered by intuition - he was venturing into his son's privacy. However, the curiosity was akin to a magnet, drawing him towards the decadent mixture of steam, naked bodies, and their luring sounds.

As Ben made his way to the entrance of the showers, he was met with a sight he hadn't been prepared for. His son, Jake, amongst a throng of muscular, athletic men, engulfed in a torrent of shower mists. Ben glimpsed Jake's figure before it disappeared behind the larger bodies, his mind grappling with the reality of the situation.

The shower room was a stark open rectangle lined with shower heads on its outer walls - the sporadic water sprays cascading into a central drain. Splashing water and playful laughter echoed as jets of steam clouded silhouettes moving within. Figures moved like phantoms in the mist, the telltale sheen on their skin and the gentle ripple of toned muscles unmistakably declaring their nakedness. Even though they were all just showering, something about the sight struck him as inherently sensual - the steam-laden air heavy with masculine cleanliness, droplets of water glistening on toned bodies, the banter and camaraderie echoing in the cavernous space, and Jake nestled amongst them, a young man coming into his own.

Clearly, he wasn't in the midst of a baseball game. He was intruding, inadvertently stepping into something that was Jake's. A part of his son's life that he wasn't privy to or equipped to deal with. He knew he had to tread lightly and respect his son's boundaries. The desires of a dad and a man warring for dominance in his chest.

Yet the men were all laughing, the atmosphere far from distressing. The camaraderie was palpable, endearing even. The sight of bare skin, unabashed nudity, the proximity and, well, the environment's unabashedly sexual setting all made him question - was it all really innocent? The question gnawed at him, and all he could do was watch, perplexed and piqued.

He knew that such situations - albeit more often less explicit ones - were a common occurrence in sports. Was his boy simply fitting into the camaraderie of a team, as he did with Nog's mischief or his friendship with Garak, or was this something more? Was his son traversing the boundaries of friendship or was it - could it be - something altogether different? Ben was drowning amidst an onslaught of questions, a suspenseful anticipation eating at his insides.

As Ben lingered at the entrance, undecided but incredibly keen to look on, it was Kenji who first noticed them. His eyes, sharp and dark, flicked away from his own teammates to the unexpected guest. There stood Ben, fully clothed, peering in at the nexus of unabashed nudity.

The moment Kenji directed his gaze towards the shower entrance, it felt as if time slowed down. Ben looked back at Kenji, his expression mixed between guilt of being caught intruding and a vague, unexpected thrill at being noticed. The intensity in Kenji's captivating eyes cut through the steam, pulling Ben's attention towards him and away from his inner turmoil.

Everything in Ben screamed to leave, to give his son his privacy, to not tread on the budding independence Jake was showcasing. Yet another, stronger, part of him was drawn to the magnetic ambiance that filled the steamy room.

"Enjoying watching us shower, huh?" Kenji teased, a coy grin on his face broadcasting his comfortable acceptance of the unexpected intrusion. His words, delivered in an unruffled tenor, only further disbursed the tension.

This was not exactly what Ben had anticipated when he decided to join his son in the holosuite. He was caught off guard, yet he couldn't deny the small spark of excitement that danced in his belly. He was caught, red-handed, but now that he was here, he was certainly curious to see how things would unfold.

The distracted chatter halted abruptly as Jake spun around to see his father in the doorway. His voice echoed the surprise mirrored on his face, "Dad!?!"

Jake's startled voice cut through the conversations and the soothing sound of splashing water. For a moment, there was a stunned silence as Jake stared back at his father, his eyes wide with surprise and a tinge of panic. The men around him followed his gaze, eyes settling on Ben standing in the doorway as they slowly registered their unexpected guest. There was an undercurrent of tension, prickling at the edges of the room, that hung heavily amidst the shower steam.

Jake's mouth opened and closed, words failing him as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. He looked impossibly young in that moment, clearly caught off-guard by his father's sudden presence. Ben could almost see the gears turning in his mind as Jake tried to figure out how to handle this unexpected situation. But before the atmosphere could become truly awkward, Ben decided to step in, his years of being a commander coming in handy, and salvaged the situation with just a few words.

"Oh, I just wanted to check in on the game, didn't quite know the program includes a shower scene", Ben laughed lightly, trying to put the men at ease. He gave Jake a lovingly reassuring smile as if saying `It's ok. I'm your dad and I won't make a big deal out of this'. He then looked to Kenji, his eyes holding a silent invitation to continue what they were doing. After all, this was just a post-sport ritual, right? Even if it was simulated, it was still just part of the game.

Kenji cut through the ensuing silence with a light-hearted lilt. "Oh, you're Jake's dad? Feel free to join us!" The air around them livened up again, a floating invitation offering to blend the innate division momentarily established between the observer and the observed.

Michael, prepared to embrace this unforeseen amusement, turned his body to face Ben. "Yeah, join us, 'Dad'," he beckoned playfully, his grin broadening into a lasciviously inviting smile. His muscled, naked form glistening under the stream of warm water, he gave himself a provocative, unhurried stroke. A brazenly inviting gesture leaving no doubts about his intention. The invitation hung in the humid air, the enticing possibility drenched in the risqué allure of free-spirited openness.

As the words and inviting smiles from Kenji and Michael danced in Ben's mind, a tremor of guilt mixed with tantalising heat licked up his spine. The word 'Dad', thrown out so casually, so provocatively, tugged something etched deep within his psyche, making his thoughts race.

Join the shower? Already, Ben could feel the stirrings of his arousal responding to the surreal invitation. But there was a glaring issue. His son was part of this simulation. The player's innocent invitation (or was it?) gave him the freedom to join, to give in to his innate, primal fantasies, but it was Jake's reaction that became his unintended anchor.

Jake was silent. His son's youthful features were awash with surprise, and his warm brown eyes blinked rapidly, as if processing the absurdity of the situation. However, fair was fair, Ben rationalised. He had inadvertently stumbled upon his son's private time, and it was only right to let Jake dictate the path the situation would take.

Ben met Jake's gaze honestly, letting him see the uncertainty mirrored in his own eyes. Yet, as their gazes locked, Ben could see a spark in Jake's eye; a young man's curiosity that slowly burned away the initial shock, leaving behind a simmering intrigue and underplayed mischief. Perhaps learning a little bit more about his dad wasn't such a bad idea, after all.

Ben took a moment, an inhale of the steamy locker room air, before speaking, "Jake..." He began, his strong baritone echoing softly in the tiled space, "I think I could do with a shower," he trailed off with a chuckle, turning to Jake with a lightness meant to ease the situation. "What do you think?"

The steamy, blurred atmosphere, amid the nervous anticipation of the other players, caused time to slow as Jake processed his father's question. Their gaze held, a unique father-son bond tying them amidst the unconventional circumstances of the holosuite.

Jake was silent for a beat longer before a slow, somewhat teasing smile spread across his face. The youth, undeniably the son of the Commander with his determined spirit, returned his unshakeable gaze to his father. "I think... you deserve a shower, too, Dad."

As he said these words, Jake boldly stepped forward from behind his teammates and the obscuring shower mist. He moved confidently under the splash of the hot water, intentionally placing himself in full view of his father's gaze, offering an unabashed display of his youthful, nude form. Droplets cascaded down his young athletic physique, highlighting the definition of his musculature and the carving of his flat, toned stomach.

For a moment, Ben was lost for words, his gaze drinking in the sight of his son's blossoming maturity. Ben's eyes traced the contours of Jake's face first, so familiar and yet so novel in the strange environment they found themselves in. His gaze then slowly travelled down, catching the droplets of water tracing Jake's chiselled jawline, followed by the column of his neck and those strong shoulders his son had inherited from him. The sight of Jake's flat, young pecs followed, gleaming under the shower's cascade, the rigid nipples begging for attention amidst the rivulets of water.

Further down, his gaze traced the path the water ran down the lean planes of Jake's body, and the soap suds drew an enticing path towards his smooth pubic area. The sight of his young, hairless cock sent a thrill through Ben as he realised the implications of his son so willingly displaying his nudity.

Turning a deep shade of lust, Ben's eyes finally landed on Jake's semi-erect cock, its young virility enchantingly beautiful, yet somehow forbidden. This was Jake in his entirety - a robust young man stepping into the mature side of life, undeniably beautiful and irresistibly captivating in his raw vulnerability.

Ben felt his breath hitch in his chest as he travelled the path back up, taking in the sight of his boy-turning-man, finally resting on the unfathomable depths of Jake's eyes. They were shining with a raw eagerness and reflected a sense of pride that made Ben's heart pang - His boy was indeed becoming a man.

Jake acknowledgment, wrapped with the budding curiosity of adolescence, and invitation to explore new boundaries together. Jake's response left no room for ambiguity - he wasn't asking his father to leave. He was inviting him to stay. And that was all the approval Ben needed.

Michael takes his position right behind Jake, his hands confidently roaming up and down Jake's shoulders under the guise of a comforting touch. The tension in the room spikes a notch as Michael leans close to Jake's ear, able to whisper suggestions and titillating observations.

To Jake's side, Kenji takes his stance, his lean, athletic form highlighted under the downpour from the shower head above. He meets Jake's gaze with a friendly chuckle, his hand playfully giving Jake's butt a reassuring pat.

Liam and Sean, the spirited twins, choose to lean casually against one of the tiled walls of the shower room, their interest in the unfolding show evident in their wide-eyed anticipation. The sheen of wetness over their matching bodies enhances their twin appeal, and their eager laughter adds to the charged atmosphere.

Ben raises an eyebrow as Michael's whispers tickle Jake's ear causing the young man to shoot a glance at his father, his cheeks turn into a shade of shyness. Ben, understanding the reserved wish in Jake's eyes, gives him a nod of reassurance.

"Jake," Ben's voice fills the room, strong yet soothing. "Tell me what you want."

Jake hesitates for a moment before stealing his resolve, a faint blush adorning his cheeks, but his eyes steady on his father. "I want to see...what's underneath your uniform, Dad."

His request is simple, direct, but also rife with implications that were far from innocent. The room seems to go quiet as they all pause, waiting for Ben's reaction to this boundary-pushing request.

Part 3

As Jake's provocative words hung in the air, Ben found himself responding instinctively to the highly charged atmosphere before him. Beneath his uniform, his sizable manhood had begun a stirring of its own, stiffening at the sight of the naked, glistening bodies around his son and his explicit invitation.

With a slow, reassuring smile to his audience, like a theatrical spectacle on stage, Ben said to his son, "Well, you were always a curious one, Jake. Just remember, you asked for this." His acceptance hung in the air, a distinct brush stroke on the canvas of his relationship with his son. It was a bold step, one that might have etched a line forever in their lives, yet it didn't feel wrong. This was, after all, not Earth. Not the Federation. This was Deep Space Nine. It was an uncharted frontier, a disparate cosmos with its own set of rules, inviting them to push the boundaries between the illicit and the accepted.

The shower room erupted into joyful cheers as Ben finally accepted their daring invitation. The men lauded this surprising turn of events, a few playful whistles piercing the already humid air, and the infectious enthusiasm further fueling the palpable excitement.

If it's a show they wanted, then Ben Sisko was more than willing to rise to the occasion. A spark of defiance flickered in his chest, swelling into a resilience he didn't realise he still possessed.

With an alluring smirk playing on his lips, he leaned down to unlace his boots, pulling them off one by one with slow deliberation. Kicking them aside, he rose again to his full height, his hands wandering to the zip fastening his jumpsuit. Gazing at the occupants of the steam-filled shower room, he started the tantalising dance of undress.

Slow and measured, each pull of the zip revealed more of the grey tautness of his undershirt. The material of his jumpsuit slipped from his muscular shoulders, sliding down his torso, revealing the steeliness of his fit form. Biceps flexed, abdominals faintly etched under the thin fabric, and pecs accentuated by dampness from the steamy room.

A collective, anticipatory silence filled the shower room as his jumpsuit bunched around his waist. The sharp points of his nipples, aroused by the palpable erotic charge, punctuated the tightness of the form-fitting undershirt, drawing everyone's attention. Ben revealed in the hushed appreciation, bolstering his daring resolve.

"Wow, Jake, no wonder you've got such a cut physique. Your dad's built like a starship. And damn, check out those nipples popping. It's like he's got full torpedoes ready to launch!" Michael quipped, a teasing glint in his eye.

The comment earned a playful giggle from Jake, his cheeks reddening slightly as all eyes were glued to his father. Ben, having heard the comment as well, raised his hands to his chest, his fingers moving in a circular motion over the pointed protrusions, causing a slight shudder to run through him. His smile broadened at the surprised gasps his action elicited from his audience. The air in the room seemed to crackle with an energetic anticipation. Everything was going according to plan.

Jake's heart pounded in his chest. Seeing his dad unabashedly rubbing his shirt-clad pecs sent varying jolts of intensity through his young body. With the steam from the shower swirling around them, Jake's own nipples stiffened mirroring his father's evident arousal. An involuntary gasp left his lips as he subconsciously brushed his own sensitive nubs, the pleasurable jolt reinforcing his undeniable sexual excitement.

Ben paused, his hands still on his chest, working his sensitised nipples under the thin fabric of his shirt. He broke the sexual trance by casting a quick glance at Jake, his eyes warm and full of care as he asked gently, "We good, son?"

A visible shiver ran through Jake as he swallowed, the sound remarkably loud in the steamy shower environment. Mustering his audacity, he locked eyes with his dad, an admission of his sudden boldness glowing in his gaze.

"Yeah, Dad...," his voice was low but clear against the water's continuous thrumming, his next command leaving no room for retraction, "Keep going."

His words hung in the steamy air, serving as both a plea and a challenge, a stark testament to the erotic ambiance that only grew more intense with each passing second.

With his mischievous smirk still in place, Ben hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jumpsuit. His eyes held Jake's as he prepared to reveal the last tantalising secret of his attire. Jake's eyes were wide, his full arousal notably present, the sight of his father undressing in such a salacious manner igniting unfamiliar carnal sensibilities.

Slowly, so excruciatingly slow that every moment was filled with heart-pounding anticipation, Benjamin began to lower his jumpsuit inch by inch. As the waistband of Ben's jumpsuit finally dipped below his hips, the distinctive glint of command red came into view. Ben's underwear, a pair of regulation Starfleet tanga briefs, was colour coded to match his division, as it was for all Starfleet personnel.

The cut was minimalistic, designed for optimum comfort with a seductive edge, a quality unmistakably highlighted by the well-filled pouch. The thin waistband, nothing more than a string, looped around his hips, the red contrasting starkly against his deep cocoa skin, accentuating the firmness and roundness of his pert masculine backside. And yet, it was the pouch that held most of the room's attention.

Straining against the throbbing arousal beneath, the fabric of the pouch worked valiantly to cover Ben's most intimate area. His prominent dickhead outlined against the stretching material, teasing to the eye, while the lower part was full with his heavy balls, creating a compelling contrast that highlighted the sizable aspect of his physique.

Meanwhile, the back of his briefs covered his ass perfectly, hugging the round contours and providing an alluring sight for those who favoured more posterior aesthetics.

And through it all, the briefs stood out in their command red glory - matching the commander's division colour - a quirk of Starfleet uniform regulations that made it even more lascivious for the onlookers.

"Damn," Michael drawled to Jake, his eyes studying the barely-there tanga. "Your dad's panties are too fucking sexy. Look at them - just barely containing that large bulge, the shape of his dad dick so visible. The string waistband is barely hiding his pubes." The older team player's eyes gleamed with mischievous amusement as he inventoried the spectacle of Commander Sisko's provocative attire. Michael's eyes, locked on Ben's crotch, hinted at the secrets hidden just beneath the minuscule fabric. His words were a hushed, provocative insinuation that held the entire shower room in a state of sexually charged suspense.

Jake's excited gaze never waning from Ben's as he awaited his father's next move with bated breath.

Discarding his jumpsuit and socks, Ben made a show of standing before his audience, his snug grey undershirt and revealing briefs the only remnants of clothing left on him. His body was statuesque, an enticing blend of power and grace under the shower room's soft lights.

With a playful smirk on his lips, Ben made a deliberate show of hooking his thumbs into the thin elastic on either side of the briefs. His fingers lightly brushed against the insides of his thighs, a teasing touch that promised more. With subtle pulls of his thumbs, much to the delighted amusement of his onlookers, he jostled the tight fabric up and down, triggering an obscene bounce of his outlined package within its confines.

The momentum of his teasing movements accidentally caused the heavy weight of his cock, stretched taut against the tanga's pouch, to escape its confines. There was a brief, shared gasp amongst the onlookers as, for a tantalising moment, the entirety of Ben's large shaft unfurled completely into open view. The throbbing length of it pulsed exposed to the heated air, revealing its fat head and swollen veins to the fascinated crowd. The moment was brief, however, as Ben, with a bemused chuckle, quickly tucked his rebellious cock back into the straining pouch of his briefs. Yet, that quick glimpse was enough to spark vivid images into every onlooker's mind, making them yearn for more of the dad's erotic show.

"Whoa," Michael whistled low. "That's some cock your dad's got there, Jake," he commented, his provocative statement laced with a generous lick of sensual anticipation. "He's making me drool," he added playfully, subtly grinding his slick dick, oozing precum, against Jake's tight ass.

Jake's heart thrummed eagerly in his chest, his own cock twitching at the implication of Michael's words. The sight of his father's bulging manhood, coupled with the erotic sensation of Michael's throbbing hardness slipping sensuously against his ass, was proving to be a heady combination of raw masculine desire.

"What... what do you think of that, Jake?" Michael asked him teasingly, his warm laughter softly echoing in the steamy confines of the shower cubicle.

"I... I think..." Jake responded, his voice barely a whisper amidst the cascading streams of warm water. He locked eyes with his father once more, an excited blush colouring his smooth cheeks. "I think... you're right, Michael. Dad... Dad's really sexy," he finally confessed, his breath hitching at the risqué admission. The whole room swelled with the tension of his declaration, setting the stage for what was undoubtedly going to be an exhilarating continuation of their shared adventure.

Ben paused at hearing his son's honesty, a warm flush of gratifying pleasure spreading across his strong, handsome features. He had seen expressions of shock and surprise on his son's face, expressions of scholastic achievement, of love, of concern - but never an expression of sexual admiration. It sent a thrilling jolt of electricity surging through the mature man's veins, pulsing in time with the throb of his engorged cock.

Ben laughed, his hands suggestively caressing his torso over his shirt and then his underwear, "Your choice Jake, top or bottom?" Jake's eyes flicked back and forth between his dad's top and bottom, and he blurted out, "Bottom!". Ben grinned, "Ah, the bottom, good choice. Just happens to be my preferred position too..."

"Turn around for us, 'Dad'," Michael playfully ordered, without going through Jake as a proxy this time. "Let's see whether those tangas of yours do that juicy ass justice," he said, levelling Jake with a suggestive grin.

Ben turned around, granting his audience a full view of his firm, rounded buttocks enclosed within the body-hugging fabric. Ben then further pushed the boundaries of their shared intimacy by hooking his thumbs into the back of his tanga briefs and lowering them torturously slow.

With his back to the men, he bent over to slide the rest of the way out of his underwear, effectively baring himself and his muscled ass. Each rounded cheek is taut, sculpted, and breathtakingly masculine. Unabashed and accepting of their stares, Ben reaches around cupping each globe in his hands, before steadily pulling his ass cheeks apart. The move was deliberate, a slow tease before he purposefully exposed the startlingly large, puckered asshole to his captive audience.

An audible gasp is heard around the room as the coveted prize comes into view. The explicit sight of Ben's unusually large and seemingly well-exercised hole commands a moment of silent awe amidst the teasing shower merriment - a silent acknowledgment of something exquisite and shocking.

"That is one impressively stretched hole, Jake. Your dad must have had his fair share of thick cocks up there," Michael commented, the humour in his smoky eyes matching the dirty tone in his voice.

"Wow, that's...something," Jake blurted out. "Dad...your hole looks so used, so accommodating. I wonder if I could ever... have a big one like that... someday."

Ben had to fight the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. It wasn't just his ass cheeks that were on display here. Hearing Jake express such fascination towards his admittedly well-used hole was...unexpected. With a feeling likening embarrassment and oddly, flattery rumbling through him, he stood up and faced his son and his holographic friends.

"Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree, after all," Michael playfully suggested, his eyes bouncing between Ben's pronounced dick head and Jake's appreciative gaze. He then leaned into Jake, whispering lasciviously into his ear. "Your dad sure has a prime piece of cock there, Jake" Michael said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the lustful hunger riddling it. He licked his lips in a provocative manner and gave Jake's ass a gentle squeeze.

Jake's breath hitched momentarily in his throat. His father's dick was definitely impressive - not just in length, but with an exaggerated girth and an especially prominent, mushroom-like head that, at this very moment, was shiny and anaconda-thick. His dad was the definition of well-hung. He took in the bulging, well-defined veins that snaked all over his dad's impressive meat and how the large head was pulsating slightly. Deep down, he felt a flicker of envy... and admiration. Ben was right; he still had a lot to learn, a lot to experience. And, in this moment, under the steamy cascade of holosuite water, it didn't seem that the learning curve would be all that bad.

A palpable hush descended upon the room as Ben slowly reached for the hem of his undershirt, peeling it off his chiselled torso. With the last remaining piece of clothing discarded, Ben was fully exposed, every inch of his muscular form on display. His chest adorned his by trimmed hair that accentuated his muscles and trailed down in a narrow line towards his trimmed pubic hair, drawing eyes further towards his hefty arousal.

Part 4

Then Ben stepped up to the shower's entrance, silhouetted in the soft light that filtered from the steamy interior, creating an ethereal glow around his naked form. His imposing figure stood tall, every line and curve of his body oozing with a potent combination of masculinity, authority, and raw sexuality.

Glancing around the room, his gaze rested on his curious son and the appreciative men, unabashedly offering himself in all his naked glory - Benjamin Sisko, Starfleet officer, father, sexual being. A shocking sight for some, but an invitation for others. In that moment, the readings on the barometer of their collective arousal skyrocketed.

As Ben moved into the space occupied by the frolicking men, the entire dynamic subtly shifted. Glances became longer, lingering over the soaking wet bodies, the cascading water and teasing suds adding an enticing gloss to their already chiselled features.

The men, unabashed in their nakedness, moved freely in the communal space, their bodies shimmering under the warm spray of water. Defined muscles rippled under glistening skin, drawing attention to their well-endowed physiques.

Kenji, the bold dark-haired man, engaged Ben in light conversation about baseball, yet his teasing touches on Ben's shoulder, arm and lower back stood out. It was the nonchalance with which he grazed over Ben's body that added to the erotic tension simmering in the misty ambiance. Kenji was an imposing specimen of manhood, standing a few inches taller than Ben. His Asian heritage was clear in his unique features - sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline and smooth cheeks. His body was a living piece of sculpture, with chiselled pecs, washboard abs, and broad shoulders tapering into strength-defined arms. His toned torso flowed down into slim hips and muscular thighs. Kenji's package hung between his legs, noticeably impressive. His large balls and semi-aroused shaft were stark against his pale skin. His firm, round buttocks completed Kenji's mesmerising naked charm, begging to be both caressed and spanked. His body gave off a radiant heat that Ben felt even amidst the warm shower. Kenji was indeed a feast for the eyes.

Turning his attention to the identical twins, Liam and Sean, Ben had to suppress a gasp of astonishment. The brothers, like mirror images, adorned almost identical details in their physiques - both were just around six feet tall, possessing lean, muscular bodies that were honed with the sinewy strength of dedicated athletes.

Their facial features were striking, from their fiery red hair, to their intense green eyes, down to their chiselled jawlines dusted with the lightest smattering of freckles. Their bodies were canvases of muscle, lean but well defined, honed through years of sports and fitness, clearly sharing a love for physical activity. Both had chests that were works of art, their pectoral muscles visibly strong, their nipples identical and erect.

As Ben's gaze drifted lower, he found himself momentarily captivated by the sight of their identical semi-erect cocks, each one noticeably well-endowed, exactly the same length and girth, jutting forwards from a neatly-trimmed patch of matching red pubic hair.

Their firm, matching, bubble butts were heart-shaped, perfectly proportioned and tantalisingly tight, uncharitably attempting to steal the show from their manhoods. As Liam and Sean's bodies shifted under the shower's warm cascade, they seemed to be noticeably close, inhabiting an intimate personal bubble, their hands occasionally brushing against each other in a way that seemed innocent on the surface, but was charged with an unspoken intimacy that hinted at potential shared experiences of a more carnal nature. Ben couldn't help but contemplate whether their uncannily similar appearances and unusually close bond might also extend into more intimate, incestuous territories.

This fascinating thought was fleeting, flitting through Ben's mature mind, leaving behind a heat of curiosity that matched the warmth of the shower. The voyeuristic sight unfolding before him was a phenomenal aphrodisiac, which made him acutely aware that this unusual shower experience was turning out to be much more titillating than he had initially anticipated.

Michael, confidently and unabashedly naked, kept his sensual proximity to Jake. The instigator. The one who'd unabashedly invited Ben to shower with them, exhibiting a level of uninhibited brazenness that Ben appreciated. His strikingly handsome face was graced with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a perpetual smirk on his lips. His hair, wet from the shower, took on a glossy finish, the droplets embellishing his curls like a crown of dewdrops, sparkling subtly under the light..

He was tall, not as towering as Kenji, but comparable to Ben's own height. His body undoubtedly bore the results of regular physical training, carved with tight-packed muscles that outlined an alluring V-shaped torso. It was a strong, powerful build, not unlike Ben's own, reflecting many hours spent toying with heavy weights and rigorous workouts.

His chest was a bit broader than the others', his pecs strongly defined, his nipples also erect, a shade darker than his skin. His abs were well sculpted, the muscles perfectly etched, giving him an alluring six-pack.

Michael seemed to assume a sort of protective yet dominating stand near Jake, and Ben couldn't help but see himself reflected in the younger man, a sense of kinship, of understood desires. After all, Michael, like him, was being drawn in by the allure of their brimming voyeuristic curiosity. It ached within him, mirroring his own pulsating need. His attention, however, was focused on what was framed between the man's muscular thighs, a heavy dick that seemed ready to misbehave at any provocation.

Proudly hanging between his strong thighs was a large, thick cock, both commanding and enticing in its erect state. It paralleled Ben's own impressive length in a challenging manner. The crown of his manhood was heavily veined and exceptionally pronounced, a huge piss slit revealing itself as it peeled back the foreskin, begging for attention. Matched with low hanging balls, it was quite the impressive package.

As their eyes locked for a moment, Ben felt a challenge thrown his way. The erotic tension between them palpable, the steamy water serving only to heighten this intense atmosphere, making him all too aware of the naked thrill coursing through his veins.

Meanwhile, Jake, with peeks towards his dad, savoured this unexpected turn. His father's participation, rather than bringing awkwardness, added to the electrifying atmosphere. It felt like a coming of age, sharing this level of camaraderie and male bonding with none other than his father.

The charged atmosphere soon bubbled into a shared game of subtle provocations, each man fully aware of the erotic implications of their actions and showing no intention of halting the enticing play. As expected, the task of washing wasn't solely for personal cleanliness - it was an elaborate ruse for gracefully veiled foreplay, a chance for nimble fingers to explore muscled bodies under the respectable guise of helping each other clean off.

Kenji approached Ben, a playful smirk decorating his handsome countenance. Naturally, he started with the elder Sisko's broad shoulders, his large hands efficiently tracing familiar paths across the muscular terrain, thumbs pressing in to knead taut knots in Ben's shoulders, before trailing lower to the small of his back, briefly brushing over the enticing line that disappeared into the crumple of Ben's wet ass cheeks.

"Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned, hot shower," Ben commented, his eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the sensation of Kenji's hands travelling across his body, accompanied by the soothing patter of water against his skin. "Especially with such..." he threw a glance at Kenji, pausing for a beat before finishing his sentence, "...appealing company."

His comment was met with a chorus of hearty laughter, the mirth echoing amidst the ceramic tiles and steam. Jake, still in the gentle clasp of Michael, chuckled and shot his father a teasing glance.

"Real water and company sure give sonic showers a run for their money, don't they, Dad?" He accepted the playful insinuation in his father's remark. His tone was light, his eyes sparkling mirthfully, showing no signs of discomfort with the situation.

Michael had young Jake under his care. His nimble fingers working up a lather, he carefully massaged the soap into Jake's back, sometimes pressing a bit harder into the younger Sisko's muscles before letting his hands slide lower to playfully squeeze Jake's firm buttocks. Meanwhile, Jake visibly relaxed in response, casting shy smiles back at his dad over his shoulder.

The twins, Liam and Sean, took turns assisting each other with their own shower, occasionally throwing teasing glances at the Siskos and their companions. Their usually identical expressions held different shadings of amusement and interest now, their hands moving almost in synchrony as they washed each other.

All the while, Ben found himself eagerly reciprocating Kenji's touches, allowing his hands to gently explore the younger man's well-built form, acquainting himself with every defined muscle underneath his fingertips.

"Want a turn, kiddo?" Ben offered, looking at Jake with his eyebrows raised in a playful challenge. Jake paused, looked at his dad and then at the soap, before nodding.

With that, Jake's small hands went to work on his dad. Trepidation and curiosity were intermixed within his touch as he explored the hard lines of his father's musculature. Running his soapy hands over Ben's broad shoulders, he took his time, the slick surface rippling beneath his touch.

Seeing Jake's hesitation, Ben placed his own hands over Jake's, guiding them downwards. Together, they kneaded the firm pecs, their palms gently tweaking the hardened nipples - a sharp intake of breath from Ben indicated his momentary surprise followed by a quiet moan. With Ben's guiding hands, Jake traced the outline of his dad's rippled abs, a gentle tickle that had Ben softly chuckling.

Their hands drifted further south, treading lightly over the firm ass that was unexpectedly pert for a man of Ben's age. Emboldened, Jake even dared to let their hands graze over his father's swinging dick. The 'innocent' brush of fingers over the pulsating length earned Jake a surprised gasp followed by a chuckle from his dad. "Watch it there, Jake!" Ben playfully scolded, but his eyes twinkled, and he did not move to stop his son. He merely chuckled, his paternal instincts warmed by his son's growing boldness. "I might just start enjoying this a bit too much."

"Alright, now it's my turn," Ben replied, his voice warm as he looked down at his son. He retrieved the soap from Jake's hand, his eyes filled with fatherly affection.

In an unanticipated display of intimacy, Ben got down on his knees before Jake. Jake, slightly flustered, watched quietly as his dad started to soap him up, beginning tenderly with his slender shoulders. The sight of his young son's naked body, glistening under the warm shower water and illuminated by the overhead lights, was breathtakingly magnificent.

Next, Ben moved his hands to Jake's smooth chest, gently circling his fingers over the slightly puffed up nipples before travelling down to the boy's lightly defined abs, each slight bump enhanced by the slippery journey of his fingers.

As he made his way down to Jake's waist, his gaze fell upon the hairless penis, and just like that, his eyes were drawn to the main attraction - Jake's hard cock, and yes, just as Michael had observed, it was beautiful.

It wasn't particularly wide, but it was long and perfectly proportioned. His cockhead was round and nicely defined, crowned with a tiny slit, the pinkish brown tip making a stark contrast to the brown tone of his dick. It was the epitome of youthful virility and Ben couldn't help but glance at it a few extra seconds, appreciating the stunning sight before him. He quickly shook himself out of his trance and continued washing his son, maintaining his fatherly facade. However, the image of Jake's pretty dick was forever etched in his mind.

Despite the underlying eroticism of their circumstances, there was no rush, no urgency. The aim was to savour the sensual experience, to bask in the allure of the entire situation. So, they did, languishing under the cascading water, bathing in the sexual tension, content to let things uncommonly and naturally unwind.

The shower wound down, the euphoria from the steamy session slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a soothing sense of relaxation. As the last droplet of water slid down their bodies to be absorbed by the marble floor, the players led the Siskos out of the shower area to dry off.

They were met with a surprise when they returned to the locker room area - two massage tables had been set up, with trays laden with lotions and oils situated beside each one. The charm of Quark's holosuite program manifested itself yet again.

"What do you think, boys, shall we help the Siskos stretch out after that shower?" Kenji grinned, gesturing towards the massage tables that had magically appeared. "A four-hand massage would hit the spot, wouldn't it?" The cheeky undertone of his words suggested that the 'stretching out' part may involve more than just a simple massage.

Part 5

The Siskos climbed onto their respective tables, positioned in opposite directions so Ben's head was next to Jake's feet and vice-versa. This positioning provided each of them enticing, teasing glimpses of the other, drawn by their peripheral vision. They weren't able to see the other's face directly, but the indirect view heightened the sense of anticipation. As they nestled their faces into the plush cradles, the world narrowed to the sights framed within the circular sanctuary of the face hole, the sounds echoing around the locker room and the tantalising sensation of awaiting the erotic massage.

Ben found himself under the skillful hands of Kenji and Michael. The men worked in perfect harmony, their hands at first firm but professional as they swept up Ben's back, around his shoulders and down his legs, starting the cross-body strokes at the shoulders and finishing at the hips. Kenji's hands were confident, broad, and a little rough around the edges, while Michael's were more refined and gentler, skilled in a way that suggested a knack for the sensuous. The contrast was electrifying, and Ben had to take in several deep breaths of surprised pleasure.

Jake, on the other hand, enjoyed the ministrations of the twins, Sean and Liam, their hands identical in size and touch. They too carried out the harmony, starting from Jake's lower back and upwards with careful yet confident familiarity that seemed to echo their unspoken twin connection. The pleasing circular movements of their palms danced on Jake's muscles with synchronised exploration, painting relaxation and arousal in equal measure into their strokes. Jake couldn't help but let out an airy sigh, matching his father in surprise and slowly building pleasure.

Wrapped in the warmth of the massage, Ben let out an appreciative sigh. "You guys sure know your way around a man's body," he praised, a lighthearted tease in his voice. The hands on his back paused in response, a chuckle echoing from the men working on him.

"Wait till you get to experience the real magic of our hands, Ben," Kenji returned, a playful note in his deep voice. The two men shared a mutual smirk over Ben's broad back, resuming their coordinated movements as if playing an erotic symphony on his muscled form.

Michael, on Ben's other side, shot back with an equally playful tone. "Oh, we're just getting warmed up. You'll be singing praises to the gods by the time we're through with you."

Kenji's chuckle, deep and smooth as whisky, merged into the languorous ambiance. "Care for some transcendent bliss on your end as well, Jake?"

The young man's low, melodious laughter filled the room, tinged with a soft rasp that sent lovely chills down his father's spine. "Totally..." Jake's response was short and gasped out, painting a vivid image of him struggling to find words under the onslaught of pleasure.

Ben offered a light, "And just how are those twins treating you, son?" He felt Kenji's firm grip on his shoulder squeeze reassuringly. The parody of casual conversation amidst their arousing activities contributed to a buoyant banter that kept the atmosphere cheerful yet erotically charged.

He heard Jake's high chuckle intermingled with Sean's throaty laughter, "Well, they're giving me double the joy, Dad."

"Is that so?" asked Ben, huffing out a small chuckle. He felt a new round of soft laughter ripple through the room, relishing this unreal facet of their father-son relationship.

"Well," Ben's voice rang through the steamy room, "I wonder if my two masseurs can compete with your four-handed bliss?"

As he shared the playful challenge, a glance passed between Kenji and Michael. Their eyes sparkled with an unspoken promise - a challenge accepted. With that, their massage took a distinctive turn, their hands roving across his body in a search for spots that provoked sharp gasps, gentle moans, and soft murmurs of appreciative surprise.

Positioned directly beneath the oval of the massage table's face cradle, Ben noticed that crumpled white jockstrap Jake had discarded earlier. His nose again caught the unique aroma of Jake's crotch sweat. The intimate fabric seemed to mock him, reminding him of how tenaciously he had smelled it earlier, teasing him with the revelation of his son's most primal scent.

Ben traced the edge of the jock with his eyes, from the mesh fabrics that condensed near the base of the pouch, to the thin straps that wound around Jake's muscular ass, framing his son's tantalising appeal.

And somehow, instead of feeling discomfort or shame, a certain peace stretched itself over Ben. It was odd, it was foreign, it was convoluted. But it was a part of Jake, and all of it was precious to him. Thoughts and unspoken desires tangled in his head, as he took another breath, filling his senses once more with the intoxicating linger of his son's scent. It was almost grounding in a way, as if the smell was a tether that kept him rooted, even amidst all the sexual chaos unravelling around him.

Secure in his preference for the sensations the massage brought forth, Ben allowed Kenji and Michael to further explore his body. Their hands started to focus on his firm, rounded buttocks, kneading the supple flesh with varying amounts of pressure; from gentle caresses that chilled his spine, to stronger moves that slipped pleasant jolts of pleasure through his muscles.

The sensuous exploration over his ass cheeks was a prominent reminder of his own vulnerability. With an almost intoxicated submission, Ben realised that the hands moulding his firm buttocks were homing in his most hidden part. Kenji's hands, bold as they were, spread his cheeks open, giving them a clear view to the hidden, back entrance.

Kenji's fingers teased around Ben's now exposed hole, the skin there darker and textured differently. His blushed pucker was prominent against the canvas of his lighter hued ass cheeks.

"Ben, your hole, it's..." Kenji's voice trembled as his fingers, thin and a bit rough, traced the outlines of his exposed hole, dipping along the edge. . "It's quite... impressive."

Ben knew what Kenji was observing. Ben's anus is a stretched open, slightly gaping hole, testament of his anal expeditions. The round contours had a rubbery, wrinkled appearance, sitting nestled between his firm ass cheeks like a dark, secret treasure.

The skin around his hole was dark and faintly stubbled, unkempt in a primal, masculine sort of way. There was a certain raw beauty to it. Despite its unusual appearance, the reaction of Kenji and Michael was astonishingly positive, which elevated Ben's mood.

"Years and years of patient stretching, my friends," Ben offered explanations, blurting out the confession before his rational mind could intervene. His voice carried a different tone, a proud acceptance of a private practice that many would consider unorthodox, and his eye caught the matching smirk on Jake's face as his own confession was dragged into the spotlight.

Jake heard his dad talk about his stretched hole and he felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. Jake cleared his throat. This revelation left him slightly flustered but intrigued, "Dad, ... I've never had anything up mine. But... I think I'm... I'm open to trying it... ."

With his admission, the raunchy revelations took a slight turn, returning momentarily to a touching father-son conversation that reiterated their shared understanding and acceptance.

Hearing this, Ben's heart warmed with a sense of protective care. Though they were both voyaging into sexually unchartered territories, as a father, he couldn't help the instinctual urge to shield his son. "Take your time, son. Explore at your own pace. The important thing is it has to be something you want. And when you're ready, I'm here to guide you. Trust me, you're in good hands, Jake."

Jake responded, a shy smile dancing on his lips, "From small steps to giant leap, right? And thank you... this means a lot to me."

This little dialogue not only solidified their bond but also proved to heighten the erotic tension swirling in the steamy hot locker room.

Before the elder Sisko could gather any other thoughts, he felt the warm gust of air puffing against his exposed hole. Hovering just inches away from his exposed channel, Kenji and Michael took turns, their warm breaths ghosting over his sensitive skin, making him squirm.

Kenji cleared his throat, "Just relax, Ben. Nothing beats a hot breath over a damp hole."

Michael chipped in, his voice injected with a melodious chuckle, "Consider it... a little breath-play."

Ben gave a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. "If you insist," Even as he said those words, a thrill coursed through his veins, warming his bare back. His heart pounded, a symphony of the unknown. He was no stranger to his own desires, but this... was a whole new ball game.

The room buzzed with anticipation as the two men lowered their faces close to Ben's exposed, well-stretched hole. Kenji was the first to let out a long exhale, the warm gust of his breath hitting Ben's hole directly. Immediately, Ben shuddered, his cock jerking against the massage table, a soft groan escaping his lips.

Next was Michael, his breath warm and slightly damp, puffing over the whole circumference of Ben's cleft and crack. The sensation sent a tingling feeling shooting up Ben's spine, causing him to grip the table sides.

The sensation of their slow, heated breaths over his sensitive hole was electrifying, a new sensation he had never encountered before but was quickly becoming one he craved.

Then they switched gears. Kenji's tongue darted out, tracing the edge of Ben's crack, causing him to gasp reflexively. Michael followed suit, his tongue acting like a slick, wet finger that traced the crinkly edge of Ben's hole.

The sudden change from warm air to drooling tongues was shocking but so pleasurable. Ben couldn't help but rock his hips back onto the two talented mouths. The dual-tongue assault was so unbearably good it was almost too much.

Exchange after exchange, they kept at the teasing assault. Each breath, each lick, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through Ben's body. His muscles tensed and relaxed rhythmically with the erotic pulses. His hands balled into sheets beneath him, as a low moan of pleasure escaped him.

After thoroughly tasting him, they started employing their fingers as well. Kenji's thumb went first, pressing right at the centre of Ben's twitching hole. Michael's pointer finger trailed Kenji's thumb, sliding around Ben's pucker to join Kenji inside. Their fingers encircled his well-stretched hole. They paused at that point, gauging Ben's response before they continued, slowly, but surely. They started pressing their fingers inside him in turns, the variety of the sensations setting Ben's nerves on fire.

Meanwhile, Ben could hear similar intimate play being performed on Jake. Assuring words promised it would all be gentle. Liam and Sean would take care of Jake. Ben didn't doubt that for a moment. Slipping into a haze of pleasure, Ben hoped that his son was enjoying his own exploration even half as much as Ben was.

As Ben felt himself being gently manoeuvred to his back, his gaze travelled to Jake. The younger Sisko had already been rolled onto his back. Now Jake's lithe torso was on full display, providing Ben with an unobstructed view of his son's arousal. His son's cock stood proudly erect, a thick column jutting up from his lower body, the organ flushed with lust and anticipation, accompanied by the tight sac of balls nestled at its base. The view was intoxicating, yet left Ben feeling an odd sense of pride in his son's physical maturation.

Ben didn't have much time to fixate on the sight of his son, though, because soon Kenji and Michael were controlling his attention once again. Ben, flat on his back, staring upwards into the steamy abyss, was on full display now, his sizable erection twitching in the artificially warm air.

Kenji and Michael took their time, methodically working on his pecs, abs, and stretching out towards his legs. Strong hands roamed over his rounded pecs, thumbs gently rubbing around the sensitive nipple, tracing the muscular abs, dipping into every chiselled ridge before spreading onto his toned legs. Their calculated movements, the rhythmic press and knead of their fingers, the warmth they exuded - it all had an incredibly intoxicating effect on Ben. His muscles relaxed considerably under their touch, the familiar, building tension in his groin reminding him of just how arousing this experience was turning out to be.

The next series of events unfolded with a subtle naturalness that left Ben's head spinning. One minute, Kenji and Michael were kneading his muscles from opposite sides of the table, and the next their roles had diverged in a manner that had him caught in an erotic crossfire.

Kenji settled between Ben's legs, a devilish glint in his eyes as his gaze fell upon Ben's fully-erect manhood. He started by cupping Ben's heavy sack in his hand, carefully rolling the sensitive orbs between his fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze that made Ben shudder with sheer pleasure. Then his other hand slowly wrapped around Ben's shaft, gripping it firmly at the base before beginning to move in slow, tantalising strokes.

As Kenji took firm hold of Ben's erect manhood, he couldn't stop himself from voicing his approval. "I must say, Ben," he declared, his hand leisurely stroking up and down the hardened shaft. "You've got an impressive piece here."

"Quite the mouthful, isn't it?" Kenji flicked a glance towards Michael, a playful glint in his eyes as he continued to stroke Ben with a thoroughness that sent thrills of pleasure bounding across Ben's skin.

Michael leaned over further to glance at Kenji's busy hand. His cock, achingly hard, pressed oh-so-deliciously against Ben's cheek in the process. He gave an approving nod. "And such fantastic balls, swinging with every stroke. You can tell a lot about a man by the way his balls hang." His words came out in a low growl, as if he was getting high on the intoxicating eroticism pervading the air.

Kenji was transforming his massage into a more sensual delight - Ben could feel his strong hands expertly swirling around the heft of his balls, treating his sack like malleable clay, warming them up to a delightful temperature with firm squeezes and a few mild tugs. One hand wandered upwards to grasp his thick, hard dick, stroking it into full hardness.

The combined sensations rattled his composure, sending pleasure signals straight to his brain. Kenji's low whistle was the only sound that rang out over the delighted huffs that Michael was making in approval. "Quite the daddy dick you are packing," Kenji appreciated, his low voice laced with palpable arousal.

"That it is," Michael agreed, his eyes still trained on Ben's stiff cock. "Always had a thing for mature, seasoned dick. There's just something savagely sexual about a man who knows his kinks - and by the looks of it, Ben here has more than a few."

Ben found himself reduced to a silent observer, his body serving as the point of discussion. It was a peculiar role he found himself playing, the object of their ravenous attention, the subject of their sensuous inquiry. Objectified and dependent, and somehow, it was pure exhilaration. The way Kenji and Michael were exchanging their lewd dialogue over him, using his body as their playground, was undeniably erotic, adding to the heady mix of heightened sensations that had his body humming with anticipation.

All the while, Ben's ears caught the dull, ecstatic moans from Jake. Trapped in his own world of pleasure, the teen's vocalisations were devoid of coherent words, only serving to convey the heights of pleasure he was experiencing. The sound was a hypnotic hum in the steamy locker room, fuelling Ben's own arousal.

Without being able to see, Ben couldn't be certain what was causing Jake to emit these indulgent sounds - was it his own treatment by the capable hands of Liam and Sean, the unabashed praises being showered onto their father by Kenji and Michael, or a bit of both? The door to that enticing knowledge was cruelly closed by the proximity of Michael.

As much as it provoked him, it also thrilled him, stirred a newfound voyeuristic curiosity within him - were Liam and Sean putting on a similar performance for his son? Did Jake secretly endorse their actions, the same way his dad was doing right now?

Questions whirled in his mind, each carrying its own pulse of eroticism, mirroring the throb in his hard cock nestled in Kenji's firm grasp, the twin sensations synchronising to amplify the sexual high coursing through his veins. Just the thought of Jake observing his reactions, just as he himself was doing whenever possible, made him all the more determined to savour every moment of this unorthodox matinee.

Michael manoeuvred himself to stand at the head of the massage table. Leaning over Ben in a flattering display of power and control, his well-lit abs and chest loomed large over Ben's field of vision. And then there was the sensation of Michael's hardened cock slipping enticingly against Ben's face. As he leaned over Ben, his legs on either side of Ben's head, he began working on Ben's upper body, his hands massaging his pecs and drawing lines down his abs with a familiarity that belied their short acquaintance.

Distracted by the combination of Kenji's exceptional handjob and the tantalising closeness of Michael's naked body, Ben almost didn't register the moment Michael's stiff cock grazed his cheek. The brush of the heated length against his stubbled skin sent a shiver down his spine, before it slipped across his closed lips.

The added stimulation of his masseur's wanton arousal rubbing against his face was heady and intensely erotic. Plumes of Michael's musky scent drifted up to Ben's nostrils from the vigorously stroked rod, heightening his curiosity and sending a thrilling shiver down his spine. The idea of this overt display of sexual prowess, with his face serving as a makeshift practice ground, was as audacious as it was arousing. Caught between Kenji's expert hand working his cock and Michael's flagrant cock display, Ben couldn't help but let out a low, rumbly moan of approval.

As Kenji continued to lavish attention on Ben's proud manhood, Michael turned his focus on Ben's face. His own thick, fully-engorged length was pressed against Ben's cheek, its heat seeping into him through the thin facial skin.

Michael decided to elevate his dare further, sliding his hefty package across Ben's face, while paying particular attention to his receptive lips. His balls, large and heated, pressed against Ben's skin, leaving behind a very distinct trail of his musky scent. An audacious move if ever there was one.

Michael's heady musk filled Ben's senses, making him feel drunk on the potent aroma of male arousal. He could feel the heat emanating from Michael's balls enveloping his face, causing his breath to hitch, his own arousal notching up yet another level.

Ben couldn't resist the temptation dangling almost impossibly close to his lips. Opening his mouth slightly, he let his tongue dart out to taste Michael's pre-cum, savouring the salty sweetness of the younger man's essence. The levity of the act didn't escape Ben, the undeniable eroticism shaking him to his core.

Michael, not to be outdone, rolled his hips, his cock diving closer to Ben's mouth, the tip approaching the inviting warmth only to swerve away at the last moment, his balls smearing their musky sweat across Ben's nose and upper lip.

"What a greedy one you are," Michael teased, his voice lowered to a husky growl, flourishing in the raw sexual energy of the moment. In this unchartered territory of their dual massage, Michael was king, and Ben was his more than willing plaything.

Ben's opened mouth was suddenly met with the weight of Michael's balls as they were carefully pressed onto his lips. This fresh assault of intimate skin-on-skin contact drove him to release a low, raspy moan.

Just as Ben prepared himself to take Michael's rod into the comfortable warmth of his mouth, Michael had other plans. Confusing Ben with a delightful cocktail of anticipation and denial, he pulled away, leaving Ben to squirm in the sweet torture. The brief series of suggestive motions was stoking fires in his belly he wasn't quite prepared to tame yet. Michael's control over the situation was as clear as day. He held power, and he was not hesitant to use it.

The ensuing silence was filled by Jake's increasingly loud moans. The sexually charged atmosphere of the locker room seemed to hit a new peak, every ounce of it drenched with orgasmic anticipation.

As Ben's libido rapidly escalated, he couldn't help but wonder - if he was going through such an intense erotic encounter, what delights were Liam and Sean conjuring up for Jake?

Before Ben could process the next stage of their erotic game, he felt an adjustment in Michael's stance. Michael's cock and balls were lifted momentarily from Ben's face, momentarily leaving Ben feeling a touch of cold air. The brief sensation was then immediately replaced with the warm weight of muscular thighs bracketing his face.

Having gracefully positioned himself, Michael was now kneeling on the table, one leg on either side of Ben's head. His lofty position left his proud, semi-erect cock, and heavy, sweat-slicked balls dangling again directly over Ben's face. His ball sack, soft and inviting, lightly brushed against Ben's cheeks and nose, prompting an approving moan from deep within Ben. Michael's intimate scent, musky with a hint of cologne and fresh sweat, flooded his senses, bringing about a dizzying heightening of the erotic atmosphere.

Michael lowered himself, bringing his proud, throbbing cock back into Ben's field of vision. This time, however, the sharing of intimate glances was interrupted as Michael directed his cock towards the awaiting comfort of Ben's mouth. Michael groaned as Ben's warm, wet mouth enveloped his sensitive length, his body shuddering at the pleasure that his new position provided.

Leaning forward, Michael reached for Ben's upright shaft, mirroring the nursing service rendered to his cock. He wrapped his hand around Ben's manhood, their combined pre-cum making it easy for his hand to stroke. Then, bending himself over Ben, Michael allowed his lips to engulf Ben's crowned head. The deep-throat action, aided by their 69 position, could have made anyone delirious with raw carnal pleasure. For Ben, it was nothing short of erotic paradise.

Meanwhile, Kenji still had his position at Ben's pulsating crotch. With Ben's cock occupying Michael's mouth, Kenji took the chance to lavish his attention on Ben's balls, his tongue lapping at them in long, wet strokes. The sensation of Kenji's mouth, alongside the unique sensation of being filled and pleasured, sent Ben into a delirium of carnal ecstasy.

Melodies of slurping and sucking mingled with guttural groans, was the sweet symphony for their intimate orchestra. As Ben lost himself to the dual oral pleasure, the thought of Jake watching him, of Jake taking lessons from him, made this adventure all the more enjoyable.

The sluttish grunts and breathless moans filled the room from Jake's direction were a chorus of pleasure laced sounds - low, languorous, primal in nature.

The thought that his innocent son, his youthful beloved child, was being pleasured just an arm's reach away by two experienced, attractive men was sinful, raw, and ultimately erotic. The mere idea of it sent shivers of excitement down his spine, his length twitching in Michael's mouth.

The sounds of Jake's enjoyment were clearly discernible despite the heightened echo in the locker room. The rising pitch of his moans, the guttural groans, the sharp gasps, the sexy whispers. It was as if the locker room was transforming into a flesh-filled symphony of pleasure, pushing the boundaries of repressed longing, mutual consent, and intimate exploration.

Michael lifted from his chest, giving Ben a momentary rush of cold air against his wet, heated body, which was instantly replaced by the warm pressure as Michael repositioned himself with his glorious ass perched just above Ben's flushed face. The musky aroma of Michael's ass hit him like an exotic, fragrant wine, driving his senses wild.

"Just enjoy, Dad," Michael said in a laughing yet commanding tone. The rumbling laughter was quickly replaced by soft, pleased moans as Ben took the hint and let his tongue start tentatively exploring Michael's puckered hole.

Then reality seemed to warp for Ben. A sudden change in the tone and volume of Jake's audible pleasures caught his attention. Jake's non-verbal responses had been muffled, almost like he was gagged. Confused and curious, Ben strained to deduce the cause of this change

Ben continued to tease Michael's slightly hairy hole with his tongue, but his focus was elsewhere. One particular scenario had taken root in his fevered imagination ---- Could his innocent, curious boy be experiencing his first taste of manhood? Could his son's youthful mouth be filled with an impressive cock? Could his seemingly innocent boy be suckling on a thick piece of manhood like a grown man? The prospect was so lurid, it made him whimper involuntarily, the sound vibrating against Michael's ass.

Or was it a little more extreme? Was Jake's face buried into someone's ass, his tongue tasting a musky manhole, much like he was in Michael's? Was his son rolling his tongue around another man's hole, tasting and exploring it for the first time?

Every speculation made Ben's cock throb, leaking copious pre-cum onto Kenji's hand. The onrush of erotic speculation was overwhelming, stirring a whirlwind of lust that constricted around Ben's chest caught in a reverence he had never known before.

He further imagined it --- Jake's lips encircling large, sweaty man balls, a stud's hand guiding Jake to tug, to learn how to please a man. His sweet, innocent boy, learning about a realm of pleasure he was yet to explore, following his father's less than orthodox footsteps.

Grinding his ass against Ben's face, Michael breathed out, "You like that, huh?" He adjusted his positioning, spreading his cheeks even further apart to straddle Ben's probing tongue deeper.

"Mmmhmmm..." Ben mumbled, his words muffled against Michael's tight hole. His hands grasped onto Michael's hips, pulling the man closer, smearing his spit-lubricated rim over his face. The thick scent, that piquant aroma of Michael's hole, inundated his senses.

Ben's expert tongue continued exploring the puckering rim, relishing the taste, the texture, and the phenomenon of another man so willingly offering up his most intimate part.

The atmosphere was high- voltage, electric. The locker room was filled with the masculine, primal scent of sweaty men, the sounds of slick skin sliding on skin, of tongue teasing flesh and soft groan and moans of pleasure.

The act of Michael's muscular ass bobbing up and down over his face coupled with the heart-rendering moans and primal, throaty groans of his son as he was pleasured a few feet away from him set Ben's senses wild. All semblance of restraint was gone, his depravity on full display and he didn't care who saw.

As Michael mercilessly grinds his ass on Ben's face, Kenji seizes the opportunity to push Ben's pleasure further. Grabbing Ben's sturdy, muscled legs, he raises and widens them, pulling them back to expose his puckered hole further. The position resembles some slut ready to be taken, and Ben couldn't help but feel a pleasure-filled surprise at being so provocatively displayed.

With his son only a stone's throw away, the feeling of being so exposed, so used, added an extra layer of eroticism that sent an electrical shiver through Ben. The sensation of having his legs spread wide, his well used hole exposed and ready, taken by Kenji's lavishing tongue, was too delicious to ignore.

Kenji tackles his task with relish. He dives right in, his mouth melding to Ben's dark rim. The play of his hot breath against the sensitive puckered skin and the flat of his tongue on his perineum struck a wave of pleasure that took away Ben's breath, making him gasp. His tongue danced around Ben's hole, swirling, flicking, dipping into the entrance, relishing the different tastes and textures of the matured manhood underneath. Ben felt like a flavour Kenji couldn't get enough of.

Ben had to close his eyes and just feel. He embraced his own slutty display. He revelled in the feeling of being taken, of being claimed. Each pass of Kenji's tongue heightened the intense feelings of being used, objectified, reduced to a receptacle of pleasure. And God, did it feel amazing!

The sounds of ardent sucking, lapping, and an occasional surprised groan or satisfied sigh of sheer pleasure filled the shower room, creating a raunchy soundtrack to their passionate massage- turned sexual romp. The erotic undertone of the situation was intoxicating, driving them all into a nearer pleasure-fueled delirium.

Ben allowed himself to sink into the sensation, his body tightening and relaxing in synchrony with Kenji's heated ministrations. His moans intermingle with Jake's muffled sounds, harmonising in their shared ecstasy. The thought that Jake, too, his innocent son was caught in the same pleasurable torment sent a surprising thrill coursing down Ben's spine, fan-flaming his already heated desire.

Kenji looked down at the elder Sisko, the broad expanse of his muscled back rippling with each intake of ragged breath. "Ben," Kenji began, his deep tone oddly commanding yet comforting. "I want to try a new move with you... I need you to roll over and face me. And let's get you... on all fours."

Michael got off Ben's face and returned to standing on the floor. He reached around and felt his sloppy, wet hole, instantly missing Ben's expert tongue.

Ben relaxed his legs, letting them fall to the sides and flipped onto his chest, the intoxicating taste of Michael's hole lingering on his tongue.

"Turn around, Ben. I want you... here, on your hands and knees, your ass up." Michael instructed smoothly, each word tantalisingly slow, each syllable stamped with an air of enthralling dominance.

And just as effortlessly as he was guided, Ben found himself shifting in sensual obedience, responding to the palpable authority in Michael's voice. Various scenarios filled his mind - tantalising possibilities of what this new position meant. He felt an unmistakable thrill rush through him as he accurately imagined a glorious view of his twinkling hole for Michael's feasting eyes.

Now he was positioned parallel to Jake, who was also on his hands and knees, their bare bodies reflecting each other, mirrored in mutual submission. His son had been watching him all this while, his prideful eyes drinking in the submissive show of his commanding father.

And then Ben spotted why Jake's noises had muffled earlier. His eyes widened at the sight of his own soiled undies stuffed into Jake's mouth. His son's cheeks were flushed, his expression one of carnal desire, intensely coupled with innocent inquisitiveness. His eyes brimmed with the deep, unspoken understanding that they were sailing this erotic journey together, as a father ... and son.

"Have you found a new appreciation for my laundry, Jake?" Ben asked, his voice vibrating with a cheeky undertone.

Jolted out of his lewd fascination, Jake immediately let Ben's tangas fall from his mouth. A deep sea of blush washed over his young face as an embarrassed giggle slipped past his lips in response to his father's playful question.

Shocked, but not perturbed, Ben only laughed at the adorable sight, a genuine warmth irradiating in his eyes as he looked at his son. "No need to feel embarrassed, son," he reassured, the mirthful tone of his voice cradling Jake's embarrassment.

Then, as if offering a confession of his own to level the playing field, Ben divulged, "In fact, I already tasted your jock earlier. Seems like we're not so different after all, Jake." The admission hung in the air, fostering a bond that crossed the boundaries between father-son duo and companions on a journey of mutual self-discovery.

With a wicked glint playing in his eyes, Ben delivered a charged query to his son, "Enjoying the view, Jake?" The rhetorical essence of the question was wrapped in a tone that expected an affirmative answer.

Jake, though still finding his footing on this overwhelming journey, embraced his father's banter wholeheartedly. "I... ah... yeah, Dad. I like it," he confessed, the invitation to share lending him a daring voice he had never tapped into before.

"Really?" Ben couldn't mask his surprise. Though he wanted to, there was a line he held back from, a limit he dared not cross.

Jake, always the storyteller, found himself regarding this whole spectacle as yet another fantastic story unravelling before his eyes. "Yeah... I mean... To see you like this... you know... eating ass and spreading your legs so sooo... um... suggestively... it's... hot..."

The hesitance in Jake's admission, even though he was on the cusp of saying something more before he ensnared himself in awkward mumbling, brought a soft laugh from Ben's lips. It was a strange kind of music to his ears, the sound of his son willingly participating in this indecent discourse, signifying that they were indeed sailing the same erotic sea.

Michael took the reins of the conversation, his fingers lightly kneading into the soft, padded crevice of Ben's backdoor.

"Jake," Michael began, his voice low and dripping with sensual promise, "If you enjoyed seeing your dad eat ass and spread his legs like a true slut, buckle up, baby boy. What's coming next is a show you'll not soon forget."

Armoured with a sleek bottle of lube which he retrieved from a nearby drawer, Michael slicked up his digits and massaged Ben's hole. With deliberate preeminence, he slathered his cock generously, his masturbation stroked aimed to pleasure himself, but also to visually entice the two Siskos.

A wicked, heated grin curled Michael's lips, and his gaze found Jake's. The anticipation hung thickly in the air as he pushed his glans against the taut entry of Ben's stretched hole, "Watch closely, Jake," he spoke, his voice rich with amusement, "You're in for a treat. Watch as your dad submits to the pleasure of a man's cock. Watch me as I explore every tight nook and cranny of your dear dad's slut hole."

With a groan, Michael started his descent into the snug warmth of Ben, his strong hands holding the older man's waist for leverage as he pushed his battering ram into the invitingly soft puckered entrance. His voice echoed in the steamy room, narrating the journey his cock was taking inside Ben, "Look, Jake. Notice how your dad's hole swallows every inch of my cock."

He started a steady rhythm of gentle thrusting, his words punctuated by grunts and groans of rising pleasure, "I'm fucking your dad, Jake," he rasped. "I'm using his slut hole. Right here, right now....and it's just the beginning. Just watch how good I make him feel. You're going to love this, boy. I promise."

Amidst the sensation of Michael's relentless pounding and oblique references to his debauchery, Ben found a boldness surfacing within him. It was a recklessness that stiffened his spine and flamed his cheeks; it was hot and powerful, and Ben revelled in it.

His eyes, glazed with intense arousal, met Jake's. "Jake," He whimpered through his swollen lips, "I...I am a slut. Your old man is an insatiable slut!" His voice came out a sinful whisper, but the power behind those words held a resonance that echoed loud and clear.

A brief silence stretched between father and son as they absorbed the implications of Ben's confession. For Jake, it was perhaps the boldest demonstration of his father's carnal inclinations yet, and he swallowed, a spark of intrigue lighting his eyes as he responded, "I... you're... a...?"

"I love to be used, touched, fondled..." Ben continued, his body quivering with the release of his admittance. "I'm a slut who loves getting fucked by a thick, hard dick..." He gasped out as Michael hit a particularly sensitive spot, "A slut who loves to taste ass... A kinky slut who loves to be filled and stretched..."

"I love to dig around my hole with my own fingers, then take them right into my mouth," Ben continued with a chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smirk as he watched Jake's startled, yet fascinated expression. "I love going ass to mouth. I yearn to taste my own flavours on another man's cock. I relish in the raw, gritty, filthy pleasure of my sexual eccentricities. I'm a dirty slut, Jake, and I fucking love every second of it."

Michael's pace increased, creating a smacking symphony of skin on skin. Ben could feel every relentless thrust echoing deep within him, shooting bolts of pleasure across his senses. The relentless rhythm had Ben arching upwards, pushing back onto Michael's cock, eager for the barrage of intense pleasure that each moaning sob drew from him.

Jake, on an adjacent table, had been enthralled by his father's passionate display of carnality. His eyes were wide, drinking in the sight of his father's strong body writhing with intense ecstasy. The sight was marred by the twins fingering his own hole, their skillful rhythm threatening to unravel the threads of his restraint. The rings of muscles in his virgin entrance clenched around the twins' fingers, pinpricks of pain soon dissolving into undulating waves of pleasure.

Words escaped Jake's lips in a garbled rush, his voice barely a choking whisper, hesitating only due to the trembling breaths he was struggling to draw in, his toes scrunching, and eyes closing in raw desire, "I... I want... to be... a slut too... D..Dad..."

The incongruity of such wantonness coming from his sweet, youthful son struck a chord with Ben. A lustful pride swept him at Jake's admission. His boy wanted to taste the same debauchery and bliss as him.

"That's my boy... Jake, you already are a wonderful slut," Ben said, gasping between thrusts, his voice shaky with arousal. "Look at you... you've learned so quickly. Just keep breathing and let yourself feel... everything." As he watched his son get lost in the throes of arousal, Ben felt a flood of affection towards Jake mingle with his simmering arousal.

"I actually have a confession, dad..." Jake started, a wild blush streaking across his cheeks, embarrassment clear in his tone. "I...um...I love cum. Always have... I eat my own all the time and... today... just before you got here. I ate...I ate these guys' loads." Jake's voice nearly faded into a whisper towards the end, as if the confession was too lewd even for his own ears.

A voice gasp echoed in Ben's ears, and he realised the gasp was his own. He was surprisingly elated hearing his son's confession, a growing sense of pride swelling in his chest, his own pleasure heightened by the depraved confession of his son. Ben turned his gaze to Jake. His boy was blushing, his eyes shining with a strange blend of embarrassment, anticipation, and curiosity. Ben's own cock twitched, the confession only kindling the flames of his passion.

"Look at you Jake...my little cum eating boy. I'm so proud of you son. Showing off like the filthy slut you're becoming." His voice held no judgement, just excitement laced with unadulterated admiration

"I eat cum too, son." Ben confessed, his voice barely more than a husky whisper as he drank in Jake's nervous blush. "I love cum. There's nothing I enjoy more than a hot, creamy load on my tongue, be it mine or someone else's."

He let out a low chuckle, his voice a bit shaky as he confessed further, "And...and I've even thought of...well...what your cum might taste like." The notion hung there, a confession so intimate and revealing, it made Ben's cock throb with a potent mix of arousal and affection.

His eyes locked with Jake's, a silent moment of understanding passed between them. They had both revealed their deepest desires, crossing boundaries they'd never thought they would. The conversation had gone somewhere truly unexpected, but it only seemed to bring them closer, forging their bond even stronger amidst the whirlwind of their taboo desires.

At Ben's words, Jake let out a shaky breath. "Oh, fuck, dad... oh shit... " he gasped as he came hands free, quickly moving his hand to catch his load. The sight was so erotic and the thought of sharing his pleasure with his father made his climax all too potent. Feeling his cock pulsate, spilling his warm essence onto his hand, was the most amazing sensation he'd ever felt.

Kenji picked up on the moment immediately. "Ben, would you like your son to share?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes, his smile stretching into a dirtier grin.

Ben, still dazed by the rush of pleasure that coursed through him, could hardly contain his enthusiasm for not just the sight, but also the kinky possibility that Kenji proposed. "God, yeah..." he breathed out, his voice a throaty murmur. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of embarking on such a taboo journey, but he was far too turned on to care.

The masseurs' dirty talk, the erotic sounds filling the room, the sight of his son climaxing next to him, and the prospect of tasting Jake's cum

• everything was making his head spin, and his cock throb in a rhythm akin to his frenzied heartbeats.

"Liam, Sean, bring him closer..." Kenji instructed, his eyes never leaving the carnal scene that unfolded before him.

The twins did as they're told, sliding Jake's table closer to Ben's until the two of them were right next to each other. Barely containing his anticipation, Ben bent over eagerly, his tongue darting out to lap his son's delightful load. The taste was divine, rich, and uniquely Jake - a flavour he instinctively knew he'd crave in the days to come.

"Well, Ben?" Kenji's voice broke the sexual trance, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and interest. "How does your son taste?"

Ben, completely lost in the debauched pleasure, looked up, his mouth still soaked with Jake's essence, his face a picture of blissful perversion. "Fuck... it's... it's better than I ever......imagined..." he confessed, his voice hoarse from intense pleasure. "His cum, it's... sweet. So... fucking... sweet."

"No more teasing. No more playing around," Michael's voice was ripe with authority and excitement. He pulled his thick shaft out from the relentless suction of Ben's hole and nimbly scrambled atop the massage table. The muscles of his thighs clenched and flexed as he made himself comfortable laying on his back.

Michael looked every bit like a lion ready to claim his power, his rigid cock standing tall from his muscular pelvis, bobbing noticeably with the strong throb of his pulse. The veins tracing the length of his shaft were engorged, pulsing slightly as if aching for the familiar warmth of its desired orifice.

Ben took the cue without a moment of hesitation. His lust-filled gaze watched as Michael stretched out his body on the table. A newfound anticipation surged through him and with a lustful grunt, he positioned himself over Michael's erect cock.

His heart pounded in his chest as he descended, his furry round butt slowly engulfing Michael's girthy manhood. He felt every vein, every throbbing pulse as he took it in, the intoxicating feel of being stretched and filled echoing through his body in waves of bliss. His own dick swung heavily beneath him, its girthy size no secret to the ogling eyes of his son.

Ben leaned forward, eyes locked with Jake who was watching the display with flushed cheeks. The prospect of his father's ass taking two cocks was clearly something the young man hadn't anticipated.

And then, Kenji moved into position, his well-lubricated cock traced the familiar path along Ben's stretched hole before pressing into him, joining Michael. A mere inch of firm pressure and he too, was enfolded within the inviting warmth of Ben, achieving a depth his fingers had only teased at earlier.

The sensation had Ben gasping, a myriad of sensations overwhelming him. The intoxicating feel of being filled so deliciously set his brain alight with lust, his endurance tested as he tried desperately to hold onto his rapidly approaching climax.

Jake had been watching intensely, his own arousal undeniable. The sight of his own father's glistening body in throes of pleasure, skewered on two thick cocks, had triggered something inside the boy.

Swallowing hard, he shuffled closer to the interlocked trio, his heart hammering in his chest. His hand reached out with a feather-like touch to stroke his father's thigh. Eyes blinked up at Ben, a surge of yearning reflected within their glossy depths. Without a word, Jake leans in, his moist lips enclosing upon his father's in a carnal kiss steeped in taboo.

Ben's heated gaze meets Jake's, and for a moment all he could do was stare, shock mingling with a sickening lurch of lust. And then, to his surprise, he found himself melting into the kiss. The taste of his son's mouth, once thought unattainable, was now a decadent reality. Ben's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the damp heat of Jake's lips against his own.

Tingles speared down his spine as Jake's tongue ventured in his mouth, the slick dance of their tongues a silent confession of their shared desire. They savoured each other. The taste of masculine musk, a hint of sweet toothpaste and the strong undertone of Jake's own natural flavour blended in an intoxicating mix. The perverseness of their first, joint taste sent sinful sparks through his veins.

The erotic spectacle does not go unnoticed by their spectators. Kenji, who has quite a front-row view of the stupefying display, can't help himself from making a lewd comment, "Holy fuck, look at them going! Father and son - tongue wrestling, so fucking hot!"

Michael laughs at the familiar tone, nodding in agreement. "I knew I would like you, Ben. You really know how to put on a show."

From the other side of the room, Liam and Sean share a look of amusement, the identical smirk stretching across their faces. Liam's voice layered with shared leeriness, "You know, the sight is making me all nostalgic. Reminds us of our own 'bonding' sessions, doesn't it, brother?"

Sean fires back with a matching playful tone, "Sure does. We've always had a thing for good family fun." Their shared laughter fills the room, blending with the heavy sounds of carnal pleasure.

Nestled between the two muscular masseurs, Ben couldn't hold on any longer. His cock was straining, aching for release. As Jake's warm mouth and tongue explored every tight crevice of his own, the overwhelming sensations sent him off the edge. His cock twitched wildly, spurting hot thick streams of cum across his own heaving belly and chest. His body shook from the intensity of the orgasm, his voice breaking into a keening moan.

Both father and son were guided to the tiled floor, their sweat-slicked bodies easily slipping around as they got settled. A sudden movement from Jake caught Ben's attention. With an unexpected assertiveness, Jake leaned over and began to lap up the streams of cum that had gathered on Ben's stomach, like a cat with a saucer of milk.

"Are you kidding?!" Ben exclaimed out loud, a hearty chuckle following the surprise.

He sits back, propping himself on his arms and watching as his boy eats up his load, savouring the show unfolding before him. The sight was bizarrely endearing, even as it veered straight into the realm of shocking. Yet, there was an undeniable excitement that sparked within him, peaking when he saw Jake daringly manoeuvre his tongue, picking up every last drop from just below his dad's navel.

"That's my boy! Sooo...determined," Ben wheezed out amid bouts of chuckling, shaking his head in both disbelief and delight. "Going straight for seconds, are we?"

The sight was so uniquely arousing, so overtly perverse, and yet filled with a strange affection that brought about a stirring emotion within him. Was it admiration? Pride? Shock? Probably a cocktail of everything combined. Ultimately, it blasted through his bewilderment and set him off towards uncharted territories of tantalising eroticism.

Ben turned his attention towards Kenji, who was still standing tall and firm, cock glistening with the remnants of their shared pleasure. Jake found himself looking up at Michael, his cock adorned with traces of his dad's ass.

Eagerly, Ben threw himself onto Kenji's cock, immediately indulging his desire for ass-to-mouth, a practice he has savoured countless times. His tongue swirled around the head, tasting and savouring the musky aftertaste of his own ass. Ben's eyes were half-lidded, a gentle hum of satisfaction escaping his lips as he accommodated more of Kenji's generous length in his experienced mouth.

Jake, with eyes full of curiosity and a hint of nervous excitement, began to do the same with Michael's cock. His lips, incredibly soft and unpracticed, created a warm and inviting entrance. There was an innocence and purity in his son's approach that lent an extra layer of eroticism to the situation. Jake briefly flinched at the unfamiliar taste of his dad's ass on another man's cock. But, propelled by the fiery gazes of his dad and the masseurs, Jake's initial hesitation quickly melted away as he delved into his own inherent desires.

Positioned on the floor before the majestically erect masseurs, father and son eagerly took the men's stiff cocks - one each into their mouths, demonstrating their holding nothing back in their exchange with these men.

Michael, seeing Jake's hesitant lips leaving initial tentative kisses at the base of Michael's cock, gathers a breathy laugh while maneuvering his cock to force it deeper into the gateway of Jake's innocent mouth.

"So," Michael begins in a raspy voice, teasing Jake with the thick girth of his cock slipping further into his mouth, then sliding it out, "how does dad's ass taste, kiddo?"

Jake took a moment to reply which was filled with a sensual slurp around Michael's hard length and after pulling his mouth off, blinked up at Michael naively. "Um..." Jake swallowed thickly, flustered but not off-put. "It's... different. And.. salty? Yeah, salty but not... bad. I...um... kinda like it."

Ben had the privilege of hearing this proclamation firsthand and he couldn't prevent the chuckle that reverberated against Kenji's cock. It resonated in his chest and wound all the way up his throat, humoured and a little proud. "That's my boy," he said between bobs of his head. "Always open to new... tastes."

The room hummed with the unfurling, fevered and unadulterated delight as Ben and Jake's lips found each other once again. The sultry sight of father and son's tongues entangling, their bodies close and hearts racing in sync, was an incredibly rousing visual for the four masseurs. Their own cocks twitched and throbbed in their hands, the sight before them spurring an intense wave of lustful urgency.

With a collective groan ripped out from the deepest caverns of their erotic pleasure, the masseurs started to jerk off above the kneeling pair. Their pulses quickened, veins throbbing, the erotic orchestration of their shared pleasure reaching fever pitch. The air thickened, punctuated by gasps and low grunts.

Muffled groans and repressed shouts echoed through the room, swallowed by the thick steam and heavy breaths. Heat and pleasure accumulated to a breaking point among the masseurs. One by one, they lost their battles against the luscious spectacle beneath them.

Cum rained down onto Ben and Jake, splattering their heads, shoulders, chests, painting their flushed, sweaty bodies with gleaming trails of liquid heat. The room echoed with their grunts and gasps of release, punctuated by their shuddering breaths and panting exclamations.

Ben's body shook, gasping against his son's mouth as he tasted Kenji and Michael's cum mingled with Jake's saliva. The raw taste, the foul yet exciting humiliation of it, made his own cock twitch. This delicious depravity, amplified by the audience of their masseurs, among the thick steam in the air, filled him with a satisfaction almost too powerful to bear.

Beside him, Jake, too, was half-choked with gasps, overwhelmed with the taste, scent, and the sensation of all four men's cum on his body and lips. But as he panted into his father's mouth, curling his fingers into Ben's cum-covered torso, Jake felt an uncharacteristic sense of achievement and pride. He had done this. He had pleased these men, just like his father. He felt a sense of belonging, an acceptance he never thought he needed.

The messy finish was a testament to their shared desire, an open admission of their darkest yearnings which had slowly and steadily turned into something beautiful, stained with sweat, cum, and the musk of testosterone. Father and son locked their gazes, basking in the glow of absolute contentment, their satisfaction soaring high amidst the erotic tension.

Part 6

With the erotic crescendo reached, the room was awash in panting and satisfied sighs. The four masseurs sighed languidly as they rested, the echo of exertion still lacing their breaths. Ben and Jake, still aftershaking on the floor, glistening with the residue of their shared illicit adventure, were equally breathless. A symphony of satisfaction painted the air - an auditorium of gratified moans and groans from all parties.

"The Sisko men certainly know how to turn up the heat! That was some show you guys put on!" Kenji called across the locker room, a lazy grin spreading over his face. The twins, Sean and Liam, laughed in agreement.

Ben and Jake returned their compliments. An appreciative nod here, a quirky smile there. Little affirmations of mutual respect and understanding for the wild journey they just shared.

A streak of laughter pricked the room. The tension lifted, replaced with an atmosphere of warmth and acceptance.

After a few moments of enjoying the mutual satiation, the men pulled themselves from the floor and made their way to the showers again. This time the experience was different - less nervous anticipation, more comfortable camaraderie. Playful teasing and shared laughter echoed off the locker room walls as they took turns under the warm jets of water. All six men let the water wash away the remnants of their shared erotic adventure, playfully batting hands away from wandering trails and chuckling at the light-hearted bickering.

Eventually, they all find themselves back where we started - steamy showers washing off the remaining residue of their mutual desire.

As the scent of sex lingered in the air, the locker room shifted from its steamy erotic ambiance to a more serene and intimate afterglow.

Drying themselves off, Ben and Jake slipped into their respective outfits. It was decided - not by spoken agreement, but by a mutual, silent accord - that they would skip on the underwear for now. Ben donned his Starfleet uniform, and Jake slipped back into his tight baseball ensemble, the lack of underwear adding an extra thrill to the whole experience.

Ben, amidst the cleanup, spotted his abandoned gstring nestled in the corner. Stained and marked with the remnants of their indulgence, bearing the distinct shapes of Jake's teeth marks, it championed a sense of twisted pride within him. Holding it up with a chuckle, he turned to Jake, offering a playful, all-knowing smile. Jake, still flushed from his primal tour de force, could only grin back, his eyes aglow with a shared, naughty understanding.

Kenji, caught between a laugh and a smirk, tossed Jake his discarded jockstrap. "Well, look here. You don't want to accidentally leave this behind," he said, winking at Ben. The comment drew chuckles from around the room, the sly jest reinforcing the friendly sexual bond they had all participated in forming.

Ben stowed both jockstrap and tanga briefs away safely into a pocket of his uniform, their presence serving as a thrilling reminder of the debauchery they had indulged in.

Casting a final glance before heading out of the holosuite, Ben and Jake exchanged a smile, the secret shared, and the knowledge of what transpired in the locker room, forging a newfound bond between them. Leaving the locker room behind, they already found themselves anticipating their next visit, their minds running wild with possible scenarios.

Walking through Quark's, their strides confident and faces glowing despite the lack of underwear, neither seemed to care about any potential prying eyes within the bustling bar. Today, they had discovered a new, shared thrill and no hushed whispers or curious stares could dent their euphoria.

Also in Quark's bustling bar that afternoon, Miles O'Brien and Julian Bashir are immersed in a friendly game of darts. Distracted from their game momentarily, they notice Jake and Ben Sisko exiting the holosuite, their features a mixture of satisfaction and post-activity glow.

With an approving nod, Miles remarks, "Good to see Commander Sisko spending quality time with the lad. Nothing like a good workout to bring the family closer."

Julian, squinting subtly as he focussed his enhanced vision on the Siskos, chuckles mysteriously.

"What?" Miles looks at him curiously. Julian, trying to restrain his amusement, nods towards the two Siskos making their way across the room.

"Next workout they might want to remember their underwear. It seems like they're letting it all hang loose."

His statement brings a curious glint to Miles' eyes who can't resist chuckling. He squints his eyes, paying closer attention to the Siskos sauntering by, their saucy secret evident only to those paying close enough attention.

Upon realising Julian wasn't jesting and witnessing the Sisko men's unabashed strut, Miles remarks with a hearty laugh, "Well, I'll be... Good for them. To each their own!"

And with an intrigued shake of his head, the game of darts resumed, the whispers of the hidden naughtiness on Deep Space Nine left concealed under their banter.

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