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“Hey kid, I was talking to my friend, he actually made me realize something”, Herman says as he enters Luca’s room.
Luca looked up at his dad with wide, curious eyes, his little pony tail bouncing slightly as he swung his legs off the bed. "What did your friend make you realize, Daddy?" the boy asked innocently, his two snaggle teeth peeking out as he spoke.
Luca's green eyes, so much like his father's, looked right up into the man’s eyes.. He sat up straight, eager to hear what his father had to say, hoping it might be something that would make Daddy proud of him. Luca fidgeted with the hem of his tan shorts, the sock garters holding up his socks and keeping them from slipping down his slender calves.
His white button-up shirt and green vest were slightly rumpled from sitting on the bed, but his hair was still neatly tied back in its pony tail, a sign of the boy's natural tidiness despite his wondering mind.
“I’m simply not the best daddy, am I?”,Herman suggests as he shoves Luca onto the bed, crawling above the boy.
Luca's eyes widened in surprise as his dad suddenly crawled on top of him, his small body stiffening slightly at the unexpected contact and weird position . The boy looks up at his father, a mix of confusion and innocent concern in his eyes. "I don't understand," Luca says softly, his little brow furrowing. "Are you saying you're not a good daddy?"
The thought made the young boy feel a twinge of fear and worry. He placed a small, pale hand on his dad's arm, squeezing it gently in a comforting gesture, as if trying to reassure his father. "It's okay, Daddy. I still love you," Luca said and he meant it. he loves his daddy more than anything else, even more than his mommy.He wanted to be just like his daddy when he grows up, maybe even work with him.
The young boy looked up at Herman, his eyes wide and worried, silently begging his dad to be okay and to continue loving him, despite any flaws or mistakes. Luca's small body remained still beneath his father's, nervously.
“Just have trust in me, Okay?”Herman words are gentle, soothing like when he gives Luca medicine or try to make him try a food he doesn’t like. His hands moved to start unbuttoning the boy’s vest than his shirt. Once his pale chest is exposed Herman bites is lower lip,”I need to be more loving to you”,Herman whispers,”I’m going to give you all the love and attention you need”,He promises.
The sight of the boy’s pale chest, made Herman’s cock twitch, he licks his lips.
‘You ought to give that boy more attention, look at him’ , Alva had said as Herman had told Luca to get out of his office without a second thought .
Give him more attention? He hadn’t really cared much for the boy but he is cute, even a little sexy .
Now the boy laid , partially undressed under him.
The little boy's heart raced, but not from excitement or joy, rather from a confusing mix of fear, uncertainty, and a desperate, innocent hopeful. "D-Daddy?" Luca stammered softly, his little voice wavering.
"What are you doing?" The boy's small hands instinctively moved to cover his bare chest, his fingers trembling slightly as they grasped the fabric of his shirt. Luca's green eyes were wide and searching, trying to understand his father's intentions through the gentle but firm touch and the promise of love that seemed to hold an unspoken implication. "I...I trust you, Daddy," Luca whispered, his voice barely audible.
His mind was setting alarm bells but he couldn’t even process what was happening.
Herman stares at him from above, a flicker of guilt filled his chest before he pushed it away.
“Just don’t say anything please”,Herman says,” Trust your daddy”, His voice cracks a little, his heart pounding. What the hell was he doing ? “This is my love, all of it”,He says as he grips the boy’s tiny small pale legs in his hands. It was almost painful as he keeps him grip on them , shifting to spread the boy’s legs and lean done. His lips trailing down Luca’s stomach , kissing and licking it.
Luca gasped softly, a muffled 'eep' escaping his lips as his dad slid off his shorts, leaving him bare from the waist down. His legs kicking slightly as he whimpers. Luca's small body stiffened as he felt his dad's lips trailing down his stomach, the wet sensation of kisses and licks making his skin crawl. He wanted to pull away, to cover himself, but he remained frozen in place.
Something was horribly wrong.
Herman didn’t reply or anything, he instead unclips his belt and starts pulling down his boxers. Exposing little Luca to his big cock , he licks his lips,”Relax, or it will hurt more”,He mutters spitting on his cock and stroking himself. Herman sighs , he felt guilty but also , he’s been needing to do this for years.
He then slowly presses his tip to the boy’s hole, pushing into it knowing it’ll hurt the boy.
“It hurts, Daddy! It hurts so much!" Luca cried out, his voice breaking with anguished sobs. The boy's tiny fists clenched in the rumpled sheets beneath him. He was sure he was bleeding as his father’s cock pushed into him, his eyes wide , he felt sick.
“No, no, Daddy! Stop!" Luca wailed, his voice raw with suffering as he felt the brutal, tearing pain of his father’s love. The boy's small hands scrabble at his dad's shirt, his tiny nails digging into the fabric as he claws at it desperately, still hoping for mercy. But it's no use. With a final, brutal thrust, Herman hilts himself fully inside his young son's, aching body, the young boy's wails loudly.
The man wasted no time moving his hips as fast as possible, pounding into the small boy. He leaves small wet kisses all along Luca’s face,”I love you…I love you”,his words were soft and careful. They almost sounded truthful despite the fact that Luca felt like his father was splitting him open.
Luca gagged a bit on his own spit, sniffling as snot ran into his own mouth. it hurts, it burns , he was dying, he was sure of that. His hands weakly try to push his father off of him but nothing as each violent thrust made the bed shake . His head pounded from crying so hard and slowly he blacked out.
By the end of it , Luca was left dripping with cum and a bit of blood mixed in. His body ached as he reached for his blanket; pulling it over to warm himself up.