The word pushover comes out of stepdaddy’s mouth like a slap. His stepson flinches, and that flinch makes the older man even angrier. A boy who flinches at words will never survive the real world. Something has to change tonight, and stepdaddy is going to be the catalyst whether the boy likes it or not. He corners the stepson against the hallway wall and gets close — so close the boy can feel the heat of his stepdaddy’s body and smell the whiskey on his breath. The speech starts as a lecture about toughness but the proximity does something to both of them. Stepdaddy’s voice drops lower, becomes rougher, more intimate. His hand that was pointing accusingly at the boy’s chest slowly flattens into a palm pressed against his sternum, feeling the jackrabbit heartbeat underneath. The boy’s fear and arousal are indistinguishable at this distance. Stepdaddy registers the erection pressing against his thigh and the last of his paternal restraint dissolves. He kisses the boy violently, consuming his surprised yelp, and drags him by the waistband to the nearest bedroom. Clothes are removed with the urgency of a man proving a point. Stepdaddy throws the naked pushover onto the bed and pins him there with his full body weight, grinding his raw cock against the boy’s crack until both of them are leaking. The entry is sudden and the boy arches off the mattress with a cry. Stepdaddy covers his mouth with one hand and begins the deep rhythmic pounding that will redefine their relationship permanently. By the time he breeds the boy full, the pushover he walked in with has been replaced by someone who finally understands power from the receiving end.
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