STEP DADDY FETISH 3
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ELIAS
Elias woke up aching, his body no longer felt like his own. Every step reminded him of Marcus, the bruises on his hips, the marks on his wrists, the dull ache deep inside where Marcus had taken him again and again till he passed out.
He moved through the house like a ghost, wearing long sleeves and loose clothes, praying no one would notice the way he walked slowly or the faint red marks peeking above his collar. It'll definitely raise questions which he wasn't ready to answer.
Marcus didn’t let him breathe, he wasn't even ready to. Not any time soon.
The first ambush came that afternoon in the wine cellar. Elias thought he had escaped Marcus, and his body would have time to heal, but he was wrong.
Elias barely had time to step inside before Marcus slammed him chest-first against a stack of barrels, the rough wood wringing his shirt up.
Marcus yanked his pants down in one violent tug, his underwear following.
The cool air hit his exposed skin; his throbbing c**k, shamefully, was already half-hard.
He hated how much effect Marcus had on him.
Marcus didn’t speak at first. He just spanked—hard, open-palmed slaps that echoed through the quiet cellar, turning Elias’s ass from pale to pink to burning red. His gaze never left Elias's ass as he pressed on him. He stared at his ass like it was all he had wanted in life and he couldn't wait to destroy it again.
He did thirty spanks, then forty.
Elias had already lost count, tears streaming down his cheeks, his fingers clawing at the barrel as he sobbed out numbers. It hurt so much but he still didn't want him to stop.
Each impact sent a jolt straight to his c**k, making it leak against the wood, the pain twisting into something dark, addictive and pleasurable.
Only when Elias started shaking did Marcus push inside. No warning, one brutal thrust that buried Marcus inside him.
Elias screamed into his forearm, the stretch reigniting every sore spot from last night.
“Jesus, Marcus I'm still sore.” Elias cried.
Marcus ignored him, f*****g him harder, his hips slamming aggressively, one hand fisted in Elias’s hair to arch his back, the other reaching around to tease his c**k.
Hammering cruel strokes that kept him on the edge but never over.
“Tell me what you are,” Marcus growled against his ear.
“D-Daddy’s w***e,” Elias choked out, voice breaking.
Elias came hard, his vision blurring out, his c*m streaking the barrel as his body clenched around Marcus, shaking violently.
Marcus came seconds later, flooding him deep, then he pulled out and left him dripping, his pants around his ankles.
He gave him one hard smack on his ass before turning to leave.
“You’re f*****g addictive,” Marcus whispered as he walked away.
Elias sobbed silently. He needed to find a way to delete that video. Part of him wanted to end it all, the other part loved the idea of being used.
He got dressed, cleaning the drops of his c*m with his shirt before heading back to his room to shower.
The next day, Marcus cornered him at the pool house.
Marcus dragged him out during Elias’s morning swim, the pool water still dripping from both of them.
He forced Elias to his knees on the wet tile, shoving his c**k down his throat in rough, choking thrusts until Elias gagged and cried, tears running down his cheeks, drool running down his chin.
Then Marcus bent him over a lounge chair, pressing his back down to arch his ass.
He twisted a thick pool cloth around Elias’s neck like a collar, pulling back to control his breathing.
Every hard thrust forward tightened the pressure; every pull back made him gasp.
The lack of air made Elias dizzy, different colors exploding behind his eyes, pleasure spiking to insane levels.
“Yes please,” he moaned.
“God, you take it like you're c**k starved.” Marcus whispered, biting Elias's ear. “But I f****d you yesterday, so why is your greedy as clutching hungrily to me?” He groaned.
“I’m going to c*m, please don't stop.” Elias cried.
In one hard thrust, He came again, his body convulsing, his vision spotting black as Marcus laughed while pounding harder, finally spilling inside him while Elias drifted on the edge of passing out.
“I’m going to let you heal for a while, for the next two days, I won't f**k you, but I'll be back.” he laughed, adjusting his boxers as he left Elias there, almost unconscious.
Marcus waited for the perfect time to push Elias to the edge.
Vane was hosting some investors in his glass-walled study—five powerful businessmen in suits, as they discussed a multi-billion-dollar acquisition.
In the study, the charts glowed on the screens, there was coffee steamed on the table. The risk was insane, but Marcus didn’t seem to care.
He cornered Elias in the narrow service corridor that was behind the study.
It was a thin wall away from Vane and the investors.
Before Elias could protest, Marcus spun him around, pressed him face-flat against the wall, yanking his pants down just enough to expose him.
“Keep Quiet,” Marcus hissed, one hand clamping over Elias’s mouth, the other guiding his c**k to Elias’s entrance.
He teased him first, rubbing his pre c*m around Elias hole, earning subtle whimpers from Elias.
He pushed in slowly—barely lubed, the burn was excruciating, but he didn’t stop until he was fully in.
Elias’s muffled whimper vibrated against Marcus’s palm. Through the wall, Vane’s voice echoed.
“Gentlemen, the numbers are non-negotiable. So what do we say?”
Marcus started moving, rough thrusts that made Elias moan hard. Every tiny shift of his hips forced a stifled moan from Elias’s throat.
Marcus’s free hand slipped around to stroke Elias’s c**k in perfect sync, keeping him right on the edge.
Elias’s eyes glistened with tears, His legs shook violently.
The voices on the other side of the wall laughed at something Vane said, while Marcus f****d him hard in the shadows.
Marcus leaned in, breath hot against Elias’s ear. “Imagine if they turned around right now. And they saw you like this,pants down, your cheeks red, begging for my c**k like a desperate slut.”
The terror and humiliation sent Elias over.
He came hard into Marcus’s fist, body seizing, biting down on Marcus’s palm to stay silent.
“Mhhm.” came out as a whisper from Elias, his wet cheeks pressed against the wall.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Marcus whispered.
Elias obeyed, wrapping his legs as Marcus lifted him, pressing his c**k back inside.
His knees failed Him, his back slipping off the wall as his thighs trembled as Marcus f****d him.
The wet sound filled the room, Elis hungry ass grinding on Marcus c**k.
The pressure came, guilt, fear, pleasure, ecstasy rushing together until Elias came again.
Fuck yes!” he shamelessly moaned.
Marcus hands landed on Elias hard, gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise.
He pulled out, plunging it back in again, making Elias' hips jerk in ecstasy.
One large thrust and he exploded deep inside Elias.
Elias slipped from his waist in exhaustion. Marcus pulled out his fingers, sucking Elias c*m clean.
“You taste like an obsession.” He smirked.
Marcus tucked himself away like nothing happened.
He left Elias lowered against the wall, some c*m running down his thighs, heart pounding so loud he was sure the investors could hear it.
That night, exhausted and tired Elias hid in the study to catch his breath—only to overhear Marcus on a quiet phone call in one of the offices.
“I’m going to make him my personal s*x slave. He's never going to get a taste of his step father. Vane doesn't even like men.” Marcus laughed.
Elias moved slowly towards him to hear clearly, then his feet made a noise, causing Marcus to turn.
The moment Marcus spotted him, his body went cold.
“Right about time. I was getting horny just thinking about you.” He smiled as he ended his call with one hand, slowly unbuckling his trousers with the second free hand.
“Get on the table.”
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