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The temperature was steadily dropping as autumn bled into winter, the bright orange leaves falling from the branches of the trees. People were layering up to protect themselves from the chill, but not Jiang Cheng.
It was close to midnight, and Jiang Cheng was sneaking out of the house in clothes that would send his mother into a heart attack. While his parents did not refrain him from hanging out with his friends, he was sure this type of party was one they would not want him to attend.
However, it would only be his father preventing him from attending. His mother had divorced his father several years ago, and Jiang Fengmian ended up winning custody over him. He felt envy towards his sister, who was already married and living with her husband, and thus did not have to deal with the conundrums of traveling from house to house. His mother too, had remarried and quickly got over the divorce.
His mother had won custody over the condo the family lived in, and so Jiang Fengmian moved out and into his family’s mansion. Jiang Cheng and his father lived in their fancy Jiang mansion, with its grand estate and luxurious garden. One would expect a mansion like this to have several attendants managing the upkeep of the estate, however it was only him and his father living in it. It was quite a desolate home, and the constant tension between him and his father made it unbearable to live together. It was no wonder he and Jiang Fengmian were always eager to stay out of the house, and only went home during the night to sleep.
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Jiang Cheng would consider himself a master of sneaking out from home, having done it several times without being caught. He would simply climb over the gate, and that never gave him any complications.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have strayed from his usual method. It’s the shorts, he told himself. It was too skimpy and tight, it was hardly suitable for climbing over fences. He didn’t even know why he wore the goddamned skimpy clothes, his friends would have still enjoyed him in whatever clothes he wore. Well maybe he wore it for himself, dammit! But still! If he hadn’t gone away from his usual method, he wouldn’t be stuck between the bars of the gate!
His shoulders passed through smoothly, so why won't his ass?! Was it really that big, as Wei Wuxian had often liked to tease? Jiang Cheng's face heated up as he thought of his compromising position. He was glad he didn’t have neighbors around to stumble on him stuck in the gate. But if no one would stumble upon him, then…would that mean he would be stuck here all night? In the cold?! Jiang Cheng was already shivering, he thought of calling for help to try and wake up his father, but the idea of being seen by his father in these clothes of his made him think freezing to death out here may not be so bad at all.
Just as acceptance started to wash over him, he suddenly heard the front door open. His father was awake! Jiang Cheng was relieved, and then immediately mortified. He gripped onto the bars of the gate, thinking that if he stayed still enough, perhaps his father wouldn't notice him.
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Was there someone at the gate?
Jiang Fengmian had gone out to the porch for a quick midnight smoke, deciding impulsively to enjoy the chilly yet pleasant weather outside. Looking harder, the intruder did not seem to be hostile, yet he wasn’t entirely sure. Jiang Fengmian decided to go and check.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” asked Jiang Fengmian, approaching cautiously. The stranger did not reply. Jiang Fengmian frowned and walked towards the gate.
What greeted him made his mouth dry immediately.
It was Jiang Cheng, unmistakably Jiang Cheng, for no one had an ass that looked like his or legs that were shaped so finely. Despite it being in the middle of the night, the moon shone so brightly it illuminated the view in front of him, preventing the darkness from shrouding anything.
What made him freeze in his tracks was his son’s clothing. He was too scantily dressed for a weather like this, and Jiang Fengmian almost told him off for it but the other spoke first.
“A-A-Die is that you?” asked Jiang Cheng weakly.
“Jiang Cheng, what are you doing?”
No response, not like he expected one. Really, his son was going to be the death of him.
“I’m stuck,” he replied matter of factly.
“I can see that. Where were you going at this time of the night?”
Once again, no response. Jiang Cheng really was testing his patience.
“Jiang Cheng, if you don't respond I'm going to have to punish you,” sighed Jiang Fengmian disappointedly. “If not for trying to sneak out then for wearing clothes like those. Where are you going dressed like that?”
He took another puff of his cigarette and blew smoke out into the air. If Jiang Cheng was going to make him wait, then he’ll wait all day for a response. He really was not in the mood to deal with his insufferable son, especially not at this hour.
Jiang Cheng was silent, his ears burning with shame. This position was getting much harder to hold especially now that his father was here. His father's gaze was burning holes in his back, and he squirmed at the undivided attention. Jiang Cheng wriggled uncomfortably, causing his shirt to ride up and–
Oh.
Jiang Fengmian's breath hitched as the straps of Jiang Cheng's black thong came into view, sitting high on his hips. This certainly needed his full attention. He snuffed his cigarette on the leather label of Jiang Cheng's shorts, making him flinch. What a crude outfit, Jiang Fengmian thought. Those shorts did not deserve to be called shorts, it looked more like underwear with the way his ass practically was spilling out of it.
“Wh– what are you doing?” asked Jiang Cheng nervously as he felt Jiang Fengmian's hands settle on top of his hips. Was his A-Die finally helping him to be free? His questions were answered by the sensation of the strap of his thong snapping his skin. Did his father really snap the band of his thong like that?!
“A-Die–!!” he gasped in shock.
“You didn’t answer my question, Cheng-er,” said Jiang Fengmian. His hands had started to wander, moving from his hips, to the round globes of his ass, to his thighs, leaving a blazing trail behind. Despite it almost being winter, Jiang Cheng felt as though he were thrust into a boiling pot of water. His father’s hands finally settled on the top of his ass, just resting there.
“So tell me, who are you wearing these clothes for?” asked Jiang Fengmian, his voice cold. The thought that others had the privilege to see his son in risqué clothing made his blood boil. His patience was gradually slipping, getting replaced with the urge to see what was underneath those shorts with full intensity.
Jiang Cheng twisted his body just enough to glare at Jiang Fengmian, as though challenging him. Well, Jiang Fengmian will rise up to that challenge. if it’s a punishment he wants, then it's a punishment he’ll get.
Jiang Fengmian slipped his hand between his son's legs, and it seemed as though his brain had finally caught up with the reality of the situation. He started to struggle, trying to stop his father's hand by clenching his thighs. However, this did not stop Jiang Fengmian from reaching up to unbutton his shorts and pull the zipper down.
“A-Die, no! Don’t look!” pleaded Jiang Cheng.
“Insolent boy!” said Jiang Fengmian harshly, swinging his hand to strike a blow on the cheek of Jiang Cheng's ass. The impact was so sudden, the situation so humiliating, that Jiang Cheng's struggle ceased and he went quiet. He had never been spanked even as a child, and his father was doing it now as though he were a little brat? Jiang Cheng's eyes prickled with tears as his father struck another blow on his other cheek, the impact so strong it echoed into the night.
“You dare give your father orders when you’re being such an indecent boy yourself, have you no shame?” seethed Jiang Fengmian, striking his son’s ass with the heel of his palm again and again. Jiang Cheng's cries heightened after each strike, his voice increasing in pitch. “Cry all you want, there's no one here to hear you,”
Jiang Cheng's ass burned with each hit, his cries were getting choked up from the tears. Fuck, it should have hurt, it should, so why was it so oddly arousing? Each strike seemed to reverberate from the meat of his ass and shot up his spine with electricity. He found himself quickly getting wet by the absurdity of it all. He did not know he was such an exhibitionist, and the realization made his skin tingle.
The strikes seemed to have no pattern, and not knowing where his father would hit next heightened the sensations even further. He was crying now, the tears fully running down his reddened face. His hole twitched with every strike, and it was getting harder to disguise his moans for cries, and he hoped his father would not realize how erotic the situation was turning into.
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He held Jiang Cheng's waist in one hand to keep him in place as he struck his ass with the other.
It was sick of Jiang Fengmian to enjoy the way his son’s ass jiggled with each strike, but he found it hard to stop. His erection was straining against his pants, and Jiang Cheng's cries were not helping at all.
Thwack.
“Ah!”
Smack.
“Ah!”
Fuck, those were definitely sounding like moans instead of cries. Was Jiang Cheng enjoying this as much as he was? What a little slut.
Jiang Cheng's ass had quickly turned from its creamy white to a burning red. They were both breathing harshly, catching their breaths. Jiang Fengmian couldn't wait any longer. Hooking his finger by the strap of his thong, he tugged the obscene scrap of fabric down until it settled between his thighs. Rather than protesting, Jiang Cheng moaned at how exposed he was.
Grabbing Jiang Cheng's cheeks with both of his hands, he spread them apart to reveal–
Oh my. His son really was full of surprises.
His son already had a pussy to fuck, so why was his hole gaping ever so slightly, shiny with lube, looking all prepped and ready for anyone to stick their cock in? He was about to berate his son for being so lewd, when his phone suddenly started ringing.
Jiang Cheng seemed to jolt out of his reverie, as he immediately yelled “Don’t answer that!”
Jiang Fengmian ignored him and bent down to where Jiang Cheng's shorts were pooled around his feet, taking his phone out of his pocket. The caller ID had Lan Xichen’s name on it.
“So, the Lan boy, huh?” said Jiang Fengmian, cutting the line. “Of course I won't pick up the phone. I wouldn’t want him to interrupt us,”
Just as he cut the line, the phone started to ring again, but this time it was Wei Wuxian's name flashing on the caller ID. “Two boys are calling you at this time of the night, and I highly doubt it's to ask about homework,” said Jiang Fengmian as he cut the line. He pocketed the phone, settling his hands back at its rightful place once again.
“You really are a naughty child,” said Jiang Fengmian, pinching his ass harshly, making Jiang Cheng yelp. “You were willing to sneak out at night, dressed so sluttily just for a quick fuck? When you could have what you’re seeking for at home? You underestimate me, Jiang Cheng,”
Jiang Cheng's eyes widened at his A-Die’s words. What on earth was he implying? He couldn’t really mean– fuck, was his father really going to fuck him? Jiang Cheng shivered at the thought. He should struggle. He really should kick and claw his way out of there, and yet he stayed still and pliant, standing on his tippy toes to give his father a good angle to shove his cock inside. Jiang Cheng felt his pussy throb. Which hole will he fuck first? Jiang Cheng's hole was already lubed up and ready to go, but maybe his father didn’t want to fuck his ass, maybe–
The sound of a zipper coming undone and the rustling of clothes disrupted his train of thought. He felt a hot, meaty cockhead poking at his– his ass- and– oh fuck. Jiang Cheng moaned as the tip of his father's cock breached his hole. It was still just the tip, but it already felt so big, so large. How was he going to last the night? His walls constricted around the head of Jiang Fengmian's cock, drawing out a hiss from above him.
“Fuck, I didn’t think your ass would be this tight,” said Jiang Fengmian. His grip on Jiang Cheng's waist was bruising. It felt as though he was trying to make his thumbs touch around his waist, and the pressure made Jiang Cheng feel all light headed. His hips thrusted in further, making Jiang Cheng drop his head in pleasure. Despite the simulations making him lose control over his body, he still kept his ass up in the air obediently. What a good boy, thought Jiang Fengmian.
The stretch was so good, so overwhelming. He could already feel it at the back of his throat. His hole had never been pushed to such limits, and Jiang Cheng was loving it. He should be disgusted, he should protest. Everything felt so wrong, and maybe that's why it felt so good. Jiang Cheng wanted to wiggle his ass and meet his father's thrusting hips, but the grip on his waist prevented him from moving at all.
‘A-ah, is it all in, A-Die?” asked Jiang Cheng weakly.
“Silly boy, I'm not even halfway in,” said Jiang Fengmian, his voice dripping with smugness. Just as Jiang Cheng was about to beg for more, Jiang Fengmian suddenly thrusted his cock all the way inside his hole, the both of them moaning at the lewd sensations.
“Oh, oh, oh–!” moaned Jiang Cheng. Fuck, it was so deep inside him, he was sure it would show through his belly. Jiang Cheng's hole kept on twitching rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion inside him. He was grateful he prepared beforehand, or else he feared he would have torn from the size of his A-Die’s cock.
His hole was bullied by Jiang Fengmian's girthy cock, the sticky precome kept on making “shlick, shlick, shlick” noises with each thrust. His hole was so stretched, his insides were getting battered, and the feel of his father's balls smacking onto his pussy with every feverish thrust only made Jiang Cheng more aware of his neglected pussy. Jiang Cheng's brain was slowly whiting out, the thoughts were being fucked out of his brain, but he could not ignore the way his cunt felt so empty and depraved.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? How dirty of you,” muttered Jiang Fengmian darkly. “Is this the best cock you’ve ever taken? Do you still want to go back to your silly little friends?” He smacked Jiang Cheng's ass. “Answer me,”
“Mmn, no, A-Die ah– this is the best cock, the best, the best!” mewled Jiang Cheng. His brain was going haywire. It really was the best he’s had. It was so big and girthy and hit all the right spots, leaving no space untouched. Coupled with his father’s derogatory words, it was impossible to not get aroused. He wished it was inside his pussy too, but his walls kept on tightening around his father’s cock, unwilling to let go.
Jiang Fengmian smirked, satisfied with the answer. In fact, Jiang Cheng's performance was satisfactory too. He knew how to keep himself tight to make it pleasurable, and to arch his back to get all the delicious angles. Jiang Fengmian pulled out completely, and– oh, what a lewd sight.
Jiang Cheng's hole was gaping. His rim was pink from the constant bullying, and his hole kept on winking up at him in greeting. He shoved one finger inside, and he could tell Jiang Cheng barely felt anything. Two, three, four, and Jiang Cheng finally moaned, his bubbly ass quivering in pleasure. Four fingers. His hole was stretched four fingers wide. Jiang Fengmian did this to him, his son, and he almost came at the sight. He retracted his fingers with a lewd squelch, and held himself by the base of his cock. Jiang Fengmian traced the rim of Jiang Cheng's outstretched hole with the tip of his cock and would pull away every time Jiang Cheng tried to push his hips towards him. Jiang Fengmian chuckled under his breath as Jiang Cheng whined at being teased.
He thrusted in and out shallowly, enjoying the way Jiang Cheng's slutty hole chased after his cock every time. Jiang Cheng deserved a reward for his good behavior. Perhaps he should send his friends a gift for training his son so well.
“What a cock slut you are, Jiang Cheng,” sighed Jiang Fengmian affectionately, patting his ass and resting his hard cock on the cleft of his cheek. He had only stopped fucking his son for a moment, and yet he was already whining like a petulant child.
“A-Die, don’t ignore me please..” mumbled Jiang Cheng in a weak voice.
Jiang Fengmian raised an eyebrow curiously. “I’m not ignoring you,”
Jiang Cheng spoke in the language Jiang Fengmian understood best. He wiggled his hips, his ass swaying tantalizingly. “Please don’t ignore my pussy,”
Jiang Fengmian's breath hitched as he settled his warm hands on Jiang Cheng's ass once again. He squeezed his cheeks up and apart, revealing his flushed, dripping cunt. His pussy lips were chubby and swollen, his clit was begging for attention. The insides of his thighs were shining with the sheer amount of arousal dripping down his leg the entire time he was fucking him, and Jiang Fengmian almost felt remorseful at how little attention he paid to his pussy. Really, how dare he, when his son’s cunt looked so cute and pretty?
“Oh dear, I have been a very neglectful father, haven’t I?” he asked, tracing his lips with his thumb. “Don't worry, A-Cheng. A-Die will make you feel good,”
The tears made its way to Jiang Cheng's eyes once again. Oh how he would have loved to hear those words in a normal circumstance too. However, he was not complaining much, as all the thoughts rushed out of his head the moment his father's cock rubbed between his pussy lips.
“Mm, you’re so smooth and soft here, A-Cheng,” sighed Jiang Fengmian appreciatively. He held onto his hips for a better grip as he began to thrust into his pussy. Jiang Fengmian tipped his head back and groaned and the way his son's wet, silky walls wrapped around his cock. He felt so good, so luxurious, Jiang Fengmian never wanted to pull out.
With every inch that was pushed in, Jiang Cheng's breath was being punched out. It was so overwhelming– if he thought his father’s cock in his ass was a stretch, then this was unimaginable. While his ass was already prepped, his pussy was not– but it made the stretch even more pleasurable. He found himself spreading his legs to give his father even more access, moaning as Jiang Fengmian's cock plunged even deeper into him.
It was hard to keep his moans in, and once again he was thankful for the lack of neighbors around the area. Jiang Cheng felt as though he was being hollowed out with every thrust of his father's cock, his clit throbbed with desire. The grip Jiang Fengmian had on his hips was almost painful, but the way his nails dug crescents onto his skin just made it more satisfying.
“Oh A-Die, you’re so deep inside of me–!” sobbed Jiang Cheng. “It feels so good, so good! Don't stop!”
“I’m going to fuck you deep and hard, A-Cheng. Fill you with my cum, fill you up until my seed won't stop dripping out of you,” panted Jiang Fengmian as he bullied his cock further into Jiang Cheng's sloppy cunt. His cock seemed to keep reaching deeper and deeper into him. Why didn’t it stop?! If he kept going, he was going to reach his womb– if he came inside him, there was no way Jiang Cheng wouldn't get pregnant– Jiang Cheng felt himself getting light headed and dizzy as Jiang Fengmian thrusted harshly, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of his womb.
Oh, how could his mother ever leave him? His cock was so big and thick, it made him feel like a virgin again. If he were his mother, he would never get out of bed, and would gladly spend his days in Jiang Fengmian's bed, getting fucked open and constantly filled with his seed. His legs would always be spread wide, and would only close if Jiang Fengmian felt like fucking his thighs.
Jiang Cheng was suddenly glad they had an empty house all to themselves. He did not know what would happen once the night was done, but he felt it in his bones and knew that this would not be the last time he would get fucked by his father.
Jiang Fengmian's thrusts were relentless, not sparing Jiang Cheng even a moment to adjust to the size. The tip of his cock kept on battering the opening of his cervix and each thrust drew out more slick out of Jiang Cheng. He screwed his eyes shut as he felt a climax tingling under his skin.
“I’m about to cum, A-Die, you’re going to make me cum!” panted Jiang Cheng, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his orgasm bubbled up to the surface.
“Then cum for me, A-Cheng,” growled Jiang Fengmian, reaching over to roughly rub his clit. Having his pearl touched after hours of neglect felt divine– and Jiang Cheng squirted all over his father’s fancy leather shoes with a scream.
The lewd water dripped everywhere, spraying out fast and hard. He had never orgasmed so hard in his life, and Jiang Cheng almost blacked out in pleasure. His limbs fell limp as though he were a puppet cut from its strings, and Jiang Fengmian quickly steadied his grip to hold his son up, still fucking into him hard and chasing his own release.
Even after orgasming, his A-Cheng was still so tight, so desperate to milk his cock dry. Jiang Fengmian gripped Jiang Cheng flush against his hips as he came hard, making sure he flooded every inch of the inside of Jiang Cheng's pussy. He pulled out with a sigh, watching as his pussy fluttered at the emptiness, clenching uselessly as it tried to keep his come inside. A surge of pleasure washed over Jiang Fengmian as he saw how ruined Jiang Cheng’s holes were.
He gripped hard onto Jiang Cheng who was barely lucid. Well, now it’s finally time to think of how to get him out of his predicament.
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It took a bit of maneuvering, but eventually Jiang Cheng was freed from between the bars of the gate. Aside from his mussed up hair and the slick staining his pants and shoes, Jiang Fengmian looked relatively put together. The same couldn't be said for Jiang Cheng. His lower half felt so battered and bruised, and he looked like it, too. His ass was smarting from the spanking he endured and both his holes were gaping so much, not even clenching down could close them up. The bloating of his stomach reduced as a steady trickle of white dripped down his legs, the proof of his father's seed marking him inside out.
Barely able to hold himself up, he was clinging onto his father’s shoulders weakly as Jiang Fengmian pulled his shirt off and then bent down to untie his laces to remove his shoes and his sodden clothes. Jiang Fengmian was about to lift him up and carry him when Jiang Cheng suddenly surged up and pressed his lips against Jiang Fengmian's lips. His eyes widened at the abrupt kiss. He had thought Jiang Cheng wouldn't want anything to do with him after defiling him out in the open, and yet here he was, messily licking into his mouth like a kitten having its first meal.
He wrapped his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist tightly, making him moan against his mouth in delight. The kiss rapidly got heated, with Jiang Cheng's tongue messily licking him all over his mouth. Jiang Cheng's hips started grinding against him, seeking friction, but Jiang Fengmian pinched his ass hard to stop him. “Not here, not now,” he muttered against Jiang Cheng's lips. This seemed to satiate him as he broke off the kiss, but not before pressing a chaste peck on the corner of his lips.
The contrast between Jiang Cheng's slutty moaning from earlier in comparison to his sloppy kisses awoke something in Jiang Fengmian. Clearly, he would have to teach his dear son how to properly kiss like a gentleman.
He effortlessly picked Jiang Cheng up in his arms and made his way to their house. Jiang Cheng was slowly starting to lose consciousness, but Jiang Fengmian needed him awake.
“Don’t fall asleep so soon, A-Cheng. I'm going to need you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want you to get pregnant now, would we?” said Jiang Fengmian, walking up to his bedroom.
“Mmn,” came Jiang Cheng's drowsy reply.
But Jiang Cheng didn’t want to get cleaned up. He secretly wished he could keep his A-Die’s cum inside him for longer.
It was a proof of his father’s love for him, after all.