Dominated by Daddy Dom

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Oh, fuck..."

Jerome moaned, a thick length of stallion-cock sliding from his tail hole, leaving his pucker gaping lightly in testament to the fat cock that had stretched him open a mere moment ago. His tail flagged, exposing the velvety dock, though he could barely tell what position he was in - not when Daddy Dom was powering over him so stringently, so easily...

Jerome shuddered, the bay stallion grunting thickly in the back of his throat, though it still seemed something of a girly sound when coming from his lips.

On his back? His father smirked, so like him and yet more muscled, rippling and contracting with it, every muscle on his body standing out in far sharper definition than Jerome felt he could ever hope to achieve. His father was a stud, Dom looming over him, dragging him to the edge of the bed with his half-hard length of stallion-dick throbbing all over again.

"You didn't think it would be that easy to get me off, did you?"

His son groaned. No, of course not. One round, even that, would not be enough for Daddy Dom, the stallion nickering throatily as his ears flicked back. His coat was lighter than that of his son but only allowed the shadows cutting around the muscle of his body to show all the more, tail lifted but not in any gesture of submissiveness. He only knew all that he had to offer, everything that he had to give, bending his son's legs back to power into his gaping pucker all over again.

It took a moment for his cock to harden up properly again but he knew just how to shift his hips, grinding in, a gasp rising from his son's lips. So simple, so submissive... Daddy Dom snorted heavily, eyes alight with lust as his tail swished, striking the air in dominant pride. How could he ever have been expected to resist the lure of him? He may have been smaller than him but not by much...

Dom smirked. Well, surely so in one way that it mattered. He pushed over his son's stomach, bending his legs back, a hard length of cock rising, out of his tail hole again, bearing up against a slimmer length of meat that craved it all the more. Jerome's shaft twitched but could not harden up again as quickly as his father's, betraying yet again the difference between them. They may have had the same coat colour but Jerome paled before his father as he ground his cock up against Jerome's ever so slightly smaller one.

It may have not been a big difference...but it was the difference that mattered.

"Look how small it is..." Daddy Dom nickered, a smirk pulling at his lips. "You don't need a cock like this when you have mine to fuck you, do you?"

It was not a question that needed answering, Jerome shuddering beneath him, shivering with need. He could have said many things but he wanted to lavish right there where he was, submitting to the best of his ability, giving up all the control that he had ever thought he held dear to him. He wanted to take charge, in a way, but just how on earth was he ever supposed to be anything like that when he already fit so very well in the position that he was already in?

The bed bowed under Dom's weight as his father crawled slowly, luxuriously, onto the bed with him, muscles bulging, arms wrapping around him to draw the younger stallion's back in against his chest. There was no escaping for Jerome as he arched back, grinding onto that cock as if there was nothing else left for him in the world, a grunt rising in the back of his throat, desperate for more.

"Such a slut... There's a reason that colts like you, boi, are always down on their knees."

But Jerome did not care for his mocking. All he cared as that he got that big, fat stud-stick rammed back up where it belonged. It squeezed into his tail hole more urgently than before and rammed deep, forcing his butt-cheeks apart. He needed it all, a heady grunt trapped in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to stay right where he was for his father. It was all he had to do, letting that thick rod pound deep, stretching him open.

"Oh, fuck..."

His father's paw closed on his throat, half cutting off his ability to breathe, restricting him, making it all the more difficult for him, even though he wasn't constrained entirely. It was just a jot, a touch of pressure, enough for him to know his place. He groaned out loud, as muted as it was, tail flicking back up against his father's stomach, those rock-hard abs that Jerome ached to run his fingers down over and over again.

But that was not for him as Daddy Dom dragged him in closer to him all the same, forcing his body to mould to the curve of his body, grinding into his arse, the dock of Jerome's tail forced out of the way. There was nothing there that could keep his father out, not in the slightest, and neither did he want to, clenching and tightening around that spire just for the pleasure of it all.

If he could give his father more pleasure...he would. That was the way of a stud-slut, all that he would ever be, and everything that Jerome lusted for before his dad's dominance.

Daddy Dom grunted thickly as he heaved for breath, spooning his son but in a more dominant, forceful way than ever. He covered his son with his body, the bulging muscle of his arms wrapped around, and he snorted heavily, a hot wash of breath stirring up Jerome's mane. The fatness of his cock speared his son's backdoor entrance open as he pounded him slowly and deeply, not needing speed at all on his side to take dominance in hand.

That was not how it went as heady lust swamped up, the thrill of dominance something so inherent and innate by that time that he did not have to even think about it. He only had to do and the "doing" of it all was the best part of all, relishing in power while his son's tightness closed around him a little more. The head of his cock flared thickly, medial ring tugging deep inside the stallion's tail hole, yet it was not to be so easily denied. Dom would not cum quite yet, savouring the moment, his earlier orgasms allowing him to draw out the moment.

Jerome tensed, his pucker tight, though he could not possibly flag his tail anymore. Although his cock had hardened up, somewhat, again, he leaked a milky stream of pre-cum as his prostate was teased and ground over with every sensual thrust from his father. It should not have been as sweet to him as it was, dimly aware of being forced over onto his stomach, face-down on the bed and his legs dangling back over the edge. He barely had a moment to get his hooves under him as his father grunted, not caring one bit for his son's orgasm, though that was something that was pretty much a given at that stage.

It would come. They both...would cum.

Jerome whimpered, but Dom did not still, pounding him roughly, spearing his full length of cock-meat deep with every single thrust. There was not a moment to be wasted as he took every last drop of it for his own. He could do what he wanted, whatever he wanted, grinding in, deeper than ever, spreading open his son, again and again, forcing his glutes to jiggle with a nice covering of fat, despite the muscle beneath. It was the lust of it all that claimed the moment for them above all else, Jerome's head swimming in passion, hardly able to cling to the moment that he wanted to stay in forever.

It was not for him to worry about, nothing more to concern him as his father pounded his backside for all he was worth, slamming and grinding, the bed squeaking under them. One day, it would not stand up to what they were abusing it with, though that would come in time. The old springs groaned under their abuse and Daddy Dom grunted through his teeth, a paw closing on the back of his son's neck, forcing him down even though everything that his son gave to him came willingly.

"Ohhh..." Jerome moaned, forcing the words out even into the duvet and sheets. "Harder..."

He knew that he wanted it, yearned for it, though it was not up to him to take it. He howled and threw his head back, ejaculating into the sheets, not caring that his orgasm was only halfway fulfilled, the sort of one that was forced from him, taken in crude, languid fashion. His father still had more to come, slamming in, rocking his body, the mattress bowing beneath him, trapped where he lay.

"Unnfff... Fuck!"

Jerome braced, though not even he could be ready for the ropes of hot, creamy stallion-seed that filled him yet again. His head swirled and spun in the aftermath of orgasm already but he could not imagine getting off as many times as his father did in a session, his virility powering through it all. The stud stallion dripped with sweat as he grunted and thrust, the rolling sweep of his hips hypnotic in its presentation, though there was no reason for him to hold back as he pumped spurt after spurt of heady cum deep up into his son's arse.

It was all as it was meant to be, resting there over him as he spent his load, deeply letting it flow forth. His cock still ached, harder than ever, desperate for it all, murmuring softly, nostrils fluttering with his breath. Dom's chest heaved, dragging in breath after breath, but it was not enough, it was never enough - not when he had a slut of a son to fuck as and when he pleased.

Slipping from one position to another, Jerome drifted in sub-space. He didn't need to think, didn't even need to act on anything, not when his father was there to shove him right where he was best wanted and needed. They cleaned up a little, sharing the shower, a hot rush of heat flowing over them as his dad groaned, leaning back against the cool tile of the shower wall to allow his son to do his best work. Of course, their brand of "cleaning up" did not involve sponges or cloths at all but his son's lips delving down over the throbbing rod of his cock devoutly.

Jerome slurped on his shaft, seeing nothing but the muscled expanse of his father's body, his fingers splayed out on his lower abdominals, the other paw resting on his father's thigh. Yet it was his Daddy Dom that could have moved at any point, not him, the control and differential in power play there, regardless of anything else. The hot water slicked down his forelock and mane to his coat, yet Jerome was right where he wanted to be anyway, grunting and groaning as he took what felt like yet another heady load of cream down his throat.

He didn't know anymore. Every moment blended seamlessly into the next as he moaned out loud, however muffled his cries were. Load after load was delivered right where it belonged as he flagged his tail, the thick pucker of his tail hole still drooling more cum, though he could not even remember just how many doses of stud-cream that he had taken up under there too.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered. As long as he had Daddy Dom there to take him again and again. And there was a collar too to go around his neck, a thick ring of leather with a heavy buckle, though it did not yet lock. That would be done after they were out of the shower, Jerome lavishing attention on the collar and conditioning it lovingly, forever the bottom-boi slut of his father.

"Always mine..."

Dom grunted, holding his son's head down as he hacked and gagged around that length of stallion-meat, taking the fat tip into the back of his throat. Yet it was not for him to complain with the tightness of the collar around his neck, a needy slut who knew nothing else but his father's lust and dominance.

Jerome moaned.

What more could a colt like him possibly want?