Blood Of The Wilde - 3. The Tempo Of An Unlikely Duo

[15 years earlier]

"Come now, don't be shy," William called with a palliative tone.

Bowie's 6-year-old mesmerizing dark eyes peeked from behind Nora, his little fingers pulling gently on her skirt. He gazed at William as he kneeled before the boy, awestruck by the towering figure's plunging emerald stare.

"See? I told you," Nora uttered. That woman spoiled him rotten," she remarked, stepping aside and nudging Bo's tiny body forward with her hand.

All three stood inside the tiniest room imaginable, with only a little window with a limited view to the back of the garden and a small bed shoved into the corner.

"Your mother and I have been talking, and we think it might be a good idea for you to move into the main house," William explained.

"Why?" Bowie questioned, his adorable yet intimidated voice pushing through.

"Well..." William paused. Every word he uttered was controlled surgically. "Don't you think you're getting too big for this room?" William asked. Bo looked around the room before his eyes returned to William, the boy's shoulders lifting as he shrugged.

"I wanna stay with Aibee." Bo stammered.

"Jesus Christ..." Nora impatiently commented as she began pacing around the small room. William's scolding eyes immediately followed her, and she eventually stopped near a small cabinet.

"Bowie, look at me," William said, trying to pull the boy's tense gaze from his mother. Bo's eyes recoiled, locking on William. He held the boy's hand and slowly pulled him toward him. "I prepared a room just for you. I've put a lot of effort into it. Don't you at least want to see it?" He whispered, his mouth close to the boy's face.

Bo could feel his father's breath, his soft skin prickling with excitement. Bo pulled back, his eyes and William's latched to each other before he finally nodded, generating a faint grin on William's lips.

"Let's go then," William ordered, lifting his body, his hand still holding Bo's. He turned around to walk out the door when he suddenly stopped, glancing back at Nora, who motioned to follow. "I think you should join later," William stated coldly.

Nora halted, her fingers clasping the ruffles of her skirt. She stood there, watching as William pulled their son away, her eyes slightly glistening as she stared at her son's neck, now entirely covered by her husband's large hand.

As they walked out of Aibee's annex and up the steps into the kitchen, Bo was struck by an odd realization. William had never touched him. His father's hand on his neck felt overwhelmingly private and foreign to the boy yet carried an unexpected tenderness of alluring nature. For whatever reason beyond his comprehension, during the first few years of his brother's life, Bo had been put into Aibeleen's care. Because of this, Bowie's childhood had been plagued with doubt and a sense of self-loathing, feelings a child's heart should never experience. Aibee did her best to keep the boy pure and morally unsoiled; for the most part, she succeeded. Bowie was tender, kind, and compassionate. And his heart yearned to love and be loved. To be heard, seen, and fundamentally understood.

Mainly by the man who now guided him inside the house, the same place he had so many times glanced at through the small window in his cramped room. William pushed the front door open and walked over to the large staircase, his hand gently nudging Bowie up the steps. As they traversed the large corridor, Bo's head couldn't help but turn back, his eyes scanning the end of the other gallery for Lucas' bedroom door. As his head bent forward, Bo glanced up to find William's green gaze waiting for him.

"Open it." William directed. From under Bo's apprehensive expression, a coy grin finally peeked through, seemingly unlocking William's cold demeanor.

The boy turned the knob and opened the door, his eyes gaping in wonderment. Before him was the most oversized, luxurious, and over-the-top room he had ever seen, three times bigger than Aibee's whole house. The large king-size bed alone was the size of his tiny room.

"No way!" Bowie exclaimed, glancing up at William, his mouth opened and his tiny chest moving up and down with exhilaration.

William calmly nodded, giving the boy the confirmation he desperately yearned for. He jolted inside the room, running past the bed and into the large balcony. He pushed the double door open, the fresh scent of the roses blooming in the garden sailing into his nostrils, carried by the smooth summer breeze that climbed up.

"So, what do you think?" William asked as he stepped inside the room, the soft carpeted floor making his considerable weight insignificant.

But Bowie's engagement seemed elsewhere. His body stretched as he tried to peek over the balcony wall.

"What's that?" he finally asked, pointing at the half-built structure in the distance, its tall iron structure growing from the ground.

"Something I'm building," William answered as he stepped inside the balcony. He stretched his arms forward, slid his hands under the boy's armpits, and raised him, his feet dropping over the balcony. He felt Bo tremble, so William leaned closer and banded his arm around the boy's torso. "Don't worry; I won't let go," he stated with conviction. As he did, he immediately felt Bo's body relax inside his hands.

"Can I see it?" The boy asked, his dark eyes sparkling with unbridled curiosity.

"Maybe. Once it's ready." William replied.

"But..." Bo muttered before William's soothing yet commanding voice overpowered his.

"I said maybe." He repeated.

Bo turned, swinging his legs over the balcony, turned inside, and stared at William's eyes. In that moment, something happened. The boy's inquisitive and pure gaze began to slowly slither through the cracks of William's shell, taking momentary hold of the fortress he so desperately bore around his heart.

"Is this really my room?" Bo's untried voice questioned, to which William nodded.

Suddenly, the boy lunged forward, his arms hugging William's neck, lingering there as he took in his father's heavily perfumed scent. William's hands froze, surprised, hovering inches from the boy's back.

This was the closer they had ever been to each other. But as their intimate moment deepened and the boy dove deeper into their embrace, William's cold voice broke from under it.

"That's enough." He whispered, endeavoring to keep his voice from breaking.

And it was only as William pulled away, his eyes meeting the boy's, that this stern and austere man faced the truth he had, up until now, ignored. Bowie idolized him. He had done so from a distance and had just now been granted a chance to touch and be close to the object of his adoration. And despite William's apathy towards little Bo, a blatant attempt to block his heart from opening up, the reality was that this only helped fuel the boy's desire to claim William's attention and love even more.

And it was then, as William's verdant eyes dove inside Bo's spellbinding gaze, that he finally confronted what now stared back at him. His own reflection.

"It might be best if you don't hug me when your mother is around. She resents me enough as it is," William said to Bo's nescient countenance.

William raised his hand, his finger stretched negligibly, slowly skating it along Bo's tiny nose. Time slowed, the boy's eyes closing as his father's finger brushed his soft skin. As William reached the tip, he pinched it playfully, forcing the boy to open his eyes again. William winked, unleashing the most beautiful smile he had ever witnessed. One of joy, naïveté, and unhindered adulation.

"Get out of here," William instructed, pointing his chin to the door. Bo smiled, turning around and sprinting to the door. But as he neared it, his body halted abruptly. Nora's figure stood tall under the doorway, her eyes ignoring the boy as they scanned the balcony where William stood. She pulled aside and motioned for Bowie to exit the room, patiently waiting for him to walk down the main stairs before she sauntered inside. "Still a fan of lurking behind doors, I see." William disparaged, his up-until-now soft tone ultimately shifting.

"I came up to check on Lucas," Nora replied. Her voice was sharp and contained, like something caged, endeavoring to escape.

"Right," William stated, reclining back, his ass leaning on the balcony as he crossed his arms. He scanned Nora, a devious smirk in his eyes. "I always get hard when you're like this." He teased, pulling his body forward as he slowly walked toward Nora. "I can feel the words boiling inside your chest. But you're not going to say anything." William uttered. "Are you?" He questioned. He stood inches from Nora's face, belligerently whispering into her.

"I hate you," Nora whispered back, her eyes fidgeting angrily.

"I know," William replied with a sadistic smirk in his eyes.

[10 years later]

Bo's eyes woke with the sound of a car pulling into the property, snapping him out of his shallow slumber. He lifted his head from the pillow, blinking several times before pulling his body up and walking to the balcony window. William's car stopped near the steps to the front of the house. Moments later, Nora hopped out, her beautiful turquoise dress blowing softly in the night breeze. William stepped out moments later, looking dashing with a leaden-tailored suit, a black shirt, and a silver tie. By their movement and noise, Bo could see they were highly inebriated.

They stepped inside the house, giggling and wobbling around, and soon, the ruckus spanned inside the house and was now moving behind him. He walked to the door of his room and opened it slowly, trying not to get caught. As soon as he did, William and Nora's muffled whispers and giggles echoed in the corridors and moved to the upper floor. Bo stepped gently away from the door just as the two reached the top of the stairs, now visible to the boy's voyeur eyes. He waited for them to turn their backs to him and walk to their main bedroom before he pushed the door open and tiptoed through the gallery as he followed their sounds. But, by the time he reached their bedroom door, the giggles had turned into moans, and as Bo's head finally peered inside the half-closed door, his eyes gaped.

William's muscular ass was facing the door, and his trousers dropped on the floor, circling his ankles. He still had his shoes on. His right arm moved back and forth, his hand hovering over his groin. Bo couldn't see, but he seemed to be stroking his cock. Suddenly, Nora's legs appeared, spreading.

"Turn around." William's raspy voice muttered.

"Can't we just...?" Nora replied, but William's arms stretched forward, grabbing her ankles and rolling her on her stomach. He then leaned forward and pulled her hips into him. As he did, Bowie caught a glimpse of William's balls. "William, c'mon..." She entreated.

"Shut the fuck up." William hailed with menacing authority.

Bowie trembled even from where he stood, concealed by the dark layer that coated the hallway. Yet, despite his momentary apprehension, something inside his heart was suddenly unhearted, and as his eyes zeroed in on William, he became transfixed. William ripped his shirt off, shooting buttons around the floor, exposing his muscular back. Suddenly, every fiber of Bo's being coveted that man's body.

"Will, you're hurting me," Nora complained, her high-pitched voice breaking William's attempt at shoving his cock inside her asshole.

"Jesus Christ, Nora! Are you deliberately trying to get me soft?" William rasped, pulling away violently. Nora's body rolled to the side as he did, and she recoiled into the bed, embarrassed.

William pulled his underwear up and kicked his shoes to the side as he started pacing nervously around the room.

"Where are you going?" Nora asked, her voice shaking.

"To the steam room," William replied as he searched for something. "Where the fuck are my cigars?" He questioned his voice brewing with impatience.

"Middle drawer," Nora answered, her head sinking into her pillow.

William grabbed one cigar from the box and rushed for the door, forcing Bo to crawl sideways. He hid behind a large vase with an indoor plant as he held his breath. Bo watched William fly down the stairs and, seconds later, heard the door to the basement slam shut.

As he motioned to leave, Bo heard Nora's muffled sobs inside the room. He lingered there, peeking inside, watching her body tremble on the bed. But his desire to follow William took hold, overpowering his empathy for his mother's torment. He tried to make as little noise as possible as he sprinted through the hallway and down the stairs, chasing William through the house. He reached the door to the bottom floor and opened it, sighing in relief to find it unlocked. He pushed it open, closing it gently behind him, and began descending the stairs to the bottom floor. He could already see the blue lights hitting the corner wall as he reached it. As he veered the corner, he saw a hefty 28-yard indoor pool and a glass wall with a fully equipped gym behind it.

Bo rushed past it, his feet gliding through the rubber deck. His pace was familiar, as if he had done this countless times before. As he reached the other end of the pool, he halted, standing in front of two shower stalls. He skimmed inside, eyes scouring the door beside them, from where gushing amounts of steam poured from under it. Bo smiled, his body already walking over to it. He let his legs cave down and kneeled there, scanning the small opening.

Inside, William rested. He sat on the back of a small sauna room, body slanted into a wooden bench, legs spread outwards with a white towel covering his groin. His eyes were closed, and his hands came up periodically to his mouth as he puffed on his cigar. Bo's eyes zeroed in, his pelvis tingling slightly before discharging an electric wave into his chest. Seconds later, his heart was beating ferociously, and his cock was hard as a rock. And soon, precum was leaking from Bo's dick, mimicking the steam that poured from William's body. Bo's eyes followed as William's hands slid under his towel, grabbing his cock.

"Get in here, boy." William's voice suddenly emerged from underneath the heavy steam, his eyes still closed. You really are your mother's son..." he added with a light smirk.

Bo could have died of embarrassment right there. He closed his eyes, his fingernails digging into his palms, mortified. But the boy rarely, if ever, disobeyed William's orders, so he pulled up, adjusting his bulge inside his undies to disguise its noticeable size. He took a deep breath and went inside, immediately taken aback by the thickness of the fog.

"I'm sorry...sir." The boy stuttered, stopping in the middle of the small room, his arms crossed in front of him.

"It's not like it's the first time," William said, eyes still closed, his head leaning against the mahogany wall behind him. You look surprised," he said, finally unfurling his eyelids slowly. You think I don't know how you run around the house spying on me?" he interrogated.

Bowie pulled back, his arms stretching in tension. William's green eyes glistened amid the mist as he stared at the boy's body language, manipulating it with his words.

"Relax. I'm not upset." He appeased before stretching his arm and grabbing an extra towel rolled neatly next to him. "Take those off." He said, pointing his eyes to Bowie's undies.

The boy, who had been dead silent all this time, barely breathing, suddenly inhaled a sounding gush of hair. Seconds later, he pulled his underwear down, his now soft cock dangling between his legs. But this time, he didn't cover it with his hands. William tossed him the towel, his gaze locked on Bo's beautiful dark eyes as the boy rolled the towel around his pristinely firm waist and stomach.

"Sit down." William invited, leaning his head back again. But his eyes were awake now, following the boy's every move.

Bo walked up to William and sat next to him, far enough not to cause any discomfort but close enough that he could feel his father's heavy scent. A mix of musk and eau de toilette. Bo grabbed the edge of the large bench and pulled his body back, landing it against the wall. He lingered there, finally mustering the courage to turn his head and face William. Once he did, he was met by his father's green eyes staring back at him, his broad chest moving up and down, spewing his breath into the boy's face.

"What are you doing up this late?" William questioned.

"I couldn't sleep, sir," Bo replied, his tone becoming less constrained.

"You like wandering around the house at night, don't you?" William drilled. The boy nodded. "Why?" He asked.

"It's...quiet," Bo replied, his tone disarming. Bowie could see a faint smile emerging from William's lips, like a silent understanding.

"You're getting buffed. Are you using the gym?" William continued. Bo nodded again. "Who's been helping you with your set?" He questioned, his eyes squinting.

"Nobody. I copied yours." Bo replied, his body filling with sweat slowly drizzling down his face and smooth chest.

"You've been watching me work out?" William asked. Bowie's head nodded, a couple of tufts of his long raven hair tumbling graciously over his face. "Since when?" William insisted. But this time, Bo just sat there, his eyes drilling into William.

And then, something happened. An invisible barrier began to crumble between the two, exposing thoughts and feelings that, up until now, had lingered suppressed, hidden below the surface.

"If you're going to talk to me about jerking off and fucking girls, save it. I've done it." Bowie uttered.

The room went silent, and even the steam's movement around the room seemed to halt temporarily. A fearlessness oozed from Bo's demeanor, seemingly catching William by surprise. And that was a rare thing. He gazed at the boy, bewildered by this sudden impetuous confidence.

"You cocky little shit," William whispered, almost as an inner thought. As the words sleazed through his clenched teeth, Bo's right hand disappeared under his towel.

He began to stroke his cock, his eyes descending from William's face and into his crotch. William's hand came up, his mouth clutching the cigar as he took a prolonged drag, smoking an inch off it. As he puffed, his right hand slid under his towel. The room quickly became filled with deep breaths as both stroked their cocks slowly, the soft fabric of their towels gently lifting as they did. Bo's head fell back, a dry thump echoing inside the room, followed by soft moans that began dripping from his mouth. He turned his head, jaws opened as he looked up at William.

"Can I see it?" The boy asked, his tongue glazing over his lips.

"No," William replied, his voice ambivalent. "Besides, I'm sure you've seen it before." He teased. There was a slight pause.

"Never this close." Bowie moaned, his voice bottling with lust.

William's jaded eyes froze, twitching slightly. Allured by Bo's boldness yet conflicted by the morality of the feelings the boy was bringing out of him, he wavered. That is, until Bowie's left hand pulled the towel away, revealing the boy's hard cock underneath, being choked by his own hand. William's eyes glistened, and he smiled before his countenance melted into nothing.

"Go to bed. Now." William whispered, his voice gruff, fighting to restrain itself. He stood up and took a few steps forward, finally pulling the towel off, tossing it on the bench, and exposing his muscular ass to the boy. He pushed the door open and stepped out, leaving Bo inside alone.

After a few seconds, Bowie heard a temperate splashing sound in the distance. His heart raced, learning that William had just jumped in the pool. But soon, his bright spirit retreated. He knew enough not to test his father's resolve. It was time to leave. He stood up, tore the towel off, and put his undies back on, strolling off the steam room, through the showers, and along the pool. He walked unhurriedly through the edge of the reservoir, watching William's naked body swim laps from one side to the other. He purposely stalled his step to make the moment linger, trying desperately to sustain what he thought would be the closest he ever got to getting what he wanted.

But then, something happened. Bo's heartbeat began to slow down, his body following suit, until it finally stopped. Then, as if an invisible force propelled him, he turned around and started sauntering back along the water's edge, following William as he swam around. He curved the corner, and as he reached the middle of the pavement, he turned his body to the water and sat down. And there he stood, calmly waiting for his father to arrive.

William's strokes were long but slow, and as he glided closer to the edge, he stopped. His legs floated to the bottom, and he stood up, his head slowly breaking over the surface. His eyes had already opened and were drilling into Bo.

Where fear once reigned, defiance now stood. There was an urge to touch the unknown, to lure the forbidden. But as Bowie would soon find out, only one other person could contend with and surpass his daring nature, and that was William.

Even through the ripples William's towering body created as it moved over the water's surface, Bo could see his monstrous 11-inch cock, floating in his direction. Time slowed down, and just as his father neared him, Bo stretched his arms, placing his hands around his father's neck.

At that moment, as he stared at Bo, spellbound by his alluring dark gaze, William finally realized how deeply the boy in front of him longed for his love and acknowledgment. How he had heeded him, observing, carefully hiding under his shadow as he studied every inch of William's body, every crevice, every nook. How he had unquestioningly accepted his every flaw and learned to obsessively love the darkest parts of his nature. And how deeply he had yearned for his acceptance, recognition, and caring touch. So there, in the comfort of that instance, provided by the night's privacy they both deeply cherished, William finally opened his heart.

"What the fuck am I going to do with you, boy?" William whispered, his words pulling Bo's body.

The boy's forehead fell forward, touching his father's. William's hands came out of the water, brushing Bo's legs, skating over them as they reached his hips. They lingered there momentarily, their breaths merging as their noses touched together. In a swift move, William encircled his arms around Bowie's torso and yanked the boy from the pool's edge, dragging his body inside the water and holding it gently above the surface. Bo's legs instantly scissored William's hips, and he gripped his father's neck harder, pulling himself closer. Their chests were now glued, and their hearts pumped together.

Bo exhaled deeply. It was the happiest he had ever been. And as he floated over the water, carried by his father's muscular arms, the boy began to weep.

"Are you crying?" William asked.

"No...sir," Bo replied, his voice faltering as he tried to be strong. William's arms close around him, holding him tighter. "Daddy..." Bo whispered into William's ear, feeling his innocence and childhood fade with the gentle waves they assembled as they slowly moved across the pool.

That evening, nothing happened despite the unspoken, ambiguous urges that blossomed between the two, as Bo knew that William would never dare act on them without his consent. They simply remained there, latched to each other, their hearts beating together. And William, in an unanticipated act of kindness, gave Bo the thing he needed the most: his father's embrace.

Despite the beauty of that moment, life eventually reverted to its usual ruthlessness. Their affection and their affinities, unable to find the necessary space to grow and flourish, their intimacy estranged. As a result, Bo became increasingly unmanageable and defiant, challenging William's governing nature. With time, things began to escalate progressively.

That is, until the night of Bo's 18th birthday, when everything changed.

[2 years later]

"Lock the door," William ordered from behind Bo, his deep voice snapping the boy out of his momentary stupor.

The boy took two steps forward and pushed the door shut, the copper key turning on the lock echoing across those dark, somber halls.

"Where were you?" William questioned as he sat back down on his chair.

"Does it matter?" Bowie asked, his eyes on the floor. "It's not like you care anyway..." He muttered quietly, his words riddled with sadness.

"It matters to me," William stated, his voice slashing the room like a knife. Bo could hear his father's breath oozing from his mouth, gradually following his sudden outburst. "I've given you a life of privilege. Of wealth." William argued. "Yet, you choose to wallow with the other pigs in the mud." He added with contempt. Bo's eyes came up. "It's almost as if you know..." William mumbled before his gaze broke from Bowie.

"I don't get it," Bo uttered, his voice testing the trepid waters that moved between them. It's like...it pains you to like me," the boy conveyed, his eyes glistening with tears. William's head was down, his face concealed from view. "What did I ever do?" Bo whimpered before raising his head, his face holding back his emotion.

But this momentary reveal of his frailty was enough to finally break the wall between them and propel William to lift his head, uncovering his own tears finally, which skated silently down his face. Bo's eyes gaped as he tried to mask his surprise. William stood up, took his hand to his pocket, and pulled out a gold card key as he walked calmly to the door.

"Come with me." He ordered as he strolled past Bo.

William opened the door and walked to the front entrance. Bo lingered there momentarily before turning around and following his father outside. They roamed silently down the steps into the pool, past it, and down the grassy patch into the greenhouse. As they reached it, William grabbed a small remote and pressed a silver button. Seconds later, an explosion of light erupted from inside the structure, dimming slowly into a cozy yellow layer resembling candle lights that enveloped the scaffolding and everything surrounding it. From inside, the most captivating music erupted.

Bo stopped, his neck bending back as his eyes marveled at the magnificence before him.

William slid the cardkey on the lock and opened the greenhouse's front door, pushing the gate open and looking at Bo. William signaled for him to go inside as the boy finally lowered his eyes. Bo obliged, and the entire room lit up as he stepped inside. The walls were surrounded by tall vine coppices, stretching up and bordering the ceiling layer. Inside, a cacophony of blossoms and light installations blended, creating the most breathtaking creation. Weaved into it was a proper living area, with couches, pool tables, a giant screen with a video projector, and a 13 by 6 feet king-size bed with a crown structure layered with the most beautiful gold silk chiffon. Bo's mouth dropped at the sight of what could only be described as the ultimate burrow. And it felt like ages as he stood there in awe, with his chin down, before William's voice finally spoke from behind him.

"Happy birthday," he declared, unleashing a deafening silence. Bo squinted, incredulous. He slowly turned, locking eyes with William. "Well?" he questioned as he looked around, waiting for Bo's response.

"You built this for me?" the boy asked, his voice feeble as he struggled with his overwhelming emotion.

"For us," William replied with a soft smirk, but his face suddenly changed, and he became uncharacteristically shy.

"But...why?" Bo asked, his question oared by an urgent desire. If there was ever a moment to be truthful, this was it, William thought.

"Because..." William stuttered nervously, his whole body battling this foreign feeling. "Because I wanted us to have a place to be together. The way I think...we both want to." He explained, his eyes lingering on Bowie, scanning the boy's reaction. But Bo stood stoic, his feet firmly planted on the carpeted foundation, listening attentively to his father's words. "I built you a place where you could feel safe. Protected. Unconflicted. Desired..." William added, his voice trembling. "Loved." He muttered.

Bo's eyes glistened, and tears skated from inside them. What William was giving him transcended anything money could buy or build. It was a treasure beyond what the boy's words could convey. William was showing him who he was. The man behind the veneer. One who yearned to be seen and loved just as much as Bo did. They were the same.

"If you don't like something, I can change it..." William awkwardly stated before Bo's voice sliced through his words.

"Stop." The boy interrupted with a soothing tone, eyes latched on his father. William obliged, his controlling nature unexpectedly subdued.

Suddenly, Bo's arms crossed in front of him, and he grabbed his shirt, pulling it off swiftly. He tossed it on the couch, never taking his eyes off William, his bare, chiseled, smooth chest now exposed. He then slid his fingers inside the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, undies included, and kicked them to the side, uncovering his semi-hard cock and bulky tanned legs. William looked at Bo, his eyes traveling slowly through the boy's entire body, and smiled.

Bo started walking in William's direction, graciously floating above the soft carpet. He closed in, inches from his father's face, and softly kissed the side of his mouth.

"I know how much it took for you to hold back. And I'm grateful for that." The boy whispered into his mouth, his pleasant breath coating William's face, making his cock twitch inside his pants. "But I've held back too," Bo confessed, kissing the other corner of William's mouth before pulling away, walking to the bed, crawling into it, and kneeling as he faced William. "You said you built this to make me happy, right?" Bo asked. William blinked once before nodding gently, his eyes beaming. "Then come here and make me happy." The boy finally uttered, his voice sultry and luscious.

William chuckled, shaking his head in awe of the boy he once knew, now a man before him. There they were, finally disclosing their true selves to each other.

William began disrobing, starting with his shirt, one button at a time. His gestures were serene, methodical, and precise. Something Bo's eyes seemed drawn to as he slid his body onto the bed, his stomach down, and faced his father. William unbuckled his belt, pulling it out like a whip before tossing it aside. Bo could see his father's monster already pushing through the fabric of his pants, struggling to be contained. Then, William dropped his pants, pulling down his underwear gently. When he came up, Bo's eyes gaped at the sight of his 11-inch cock standing there, pointing at him.

"Fuck..." The boy muttered, slightly intimidated.

William calmly walked to the bed, his muscular body beautifully lit by the yellow glow surrounding them. Bowie slowly got up, meeting his father's face as they finally locked. Their lips wavered, inches from each other, their breaths syncopated.

"Are you nervous?" William's deep voice questioned. Bo's eyes lingered inside William's briefly, then descended into his mouth before closing as his father's breath hit them. William's hands gently grabbed the boy's face, his fingers brushing his luscious raven hair away from his eyes. "Open your mouth. Slowly." William directed.

Bo consented, unfurling his moist lips and unleashing their charm. William's tongue began skating over them in a hypnotizing dance, teasing the opening as it went around before penetrating the boy's mouth until their lips finally locked. As soon as they did, a soft moan erupted from Bo's mouth, buried beneath William's passionate kiss. And it wasn't long before the boy's arms came up, swathing his father's neck, his body falling over him. His fingers dove inside William's blonde hair, clutching it, and his head fell back in ecstasy as he felt his father's tongue swirl inside his mouth. William's hands slowly left Bo's face and began sliding down his smooth body, his fingers exploring his son's skin like a veil of thin sand, delighting in its angles and curves. They stopped as they reached Bo's cheeks, and William finally pulled away from their kiss, Bo's tongue following his father's mouth like a small bird. Bowie opened his eyes, lustfully clamoring for more. William's green gaze waited for him.

"Bo?" William uttered, looking at the boy in front of him. "Tonight, I will make you my own flesh and blood." He revealed, sure at that moment, that in Bo's eyes resided the confirmation.

The boy knew the truth. He had always known the truth.

"Daddy." Bowie moaned salaciously.

Without a pause, William grabbed the boy's raven locks and pulled him in, shoving his tongue inside his mouth again. This time, eagerly and with untempered eros. They fell on the bed, Bo's body being dragged by William's towering figure, both landing on the silk white sheets like plumes. William pulled away from his son's mouth, his own descending into the boy's neck and continuing down into his chest, making a detour into one of his prickled nipples. He immediately began sucking on it, his tongue wiggling over its center, teasing it.

Bo moaned, biting on his lips as he spread his arms outwards, completely surrendering to William's sovereignty. His body stretched, a rush of blood running through it and exploding in his groin. A jolt of ecstasy, nudged by the feeling of William's lips, drove across his skin, descending into his stomach. As he reached Bo's abdomen, William stopped, blowing into the boy's belly button, forcing Bo's pelvis to shoot upwards before lunging his lips down and licking the small crevice. As he did, his teeth slithered from under his lips, biting on the boy's skin softly.

Bo was in heaven, eyes closed, his core shook by the realization that his most secret desires were finally being manifested, his body now the main stage of all his wildest fantasies re-enacted. And it was only when he felt something soft and wet hug his cock that he finally unfurled his eyes and glanced down. William's mouth was now sucking on it, the blonde hunk's lips stretched around Bo's 9 inches of throbbing meat.

"No way..." He uttered, his mouth gaping in amazement and marvel. William's emerald gaze locked on him, his blonde streaks falling over them, creating the most alluring and erotic landscape. And as William's head began to bounce up and down, his tongue hugging the base of the boy's cock, Bo fell back, his head hitting the pillow as he stared through the translucid gold fabric into the ceiling of the greenhouse, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"You like that boy?" William grunted as he momentarily pulled away, teasing Bo's pelvis to shoot upwards, forcing his cock back into his mouth. But Bo was too wrapped in his pleasure, his brain unable to process the words. "I bet those bitches you've been fucking don't suck your cock like this. Do they?" William teased, his voice getting more profound, more invasive. Every time he lunged back, he would unleash these deep moans, his tongue and throat tickling the tip of Bo's cock, sending shivers down the boy's spine, propelling his hole to pucker.

"What the fuck..." Bo mumbled, his words mixing with an exhilarated giggle.

"Is it twitching?" William asked, his lips stretching into a prideful grin as he glanced up. "Well?" He insisted.

"Don't...stop." Bo pleaded, every inch of his body at the mercy of William's authority. The blonde hunk's mouth dove again, with Bo's shaft now covered in his spit, the slurping sounds exploding from within that gold silk dome.

And just as Bo felt a shot of precum ooze from the tip of his dick, a surprising presence began to slide down his balls, over his sweaty crack, straight to his puckering hole. William's moist fingers now lingered there, teasing the boy's sphincter.

"Wow, wow...what are you doing?" Bowie questioned, wholly taken by surprise. His voice trembled with trepidation for the unknown.

"Exactly what it's asking for," William whispered, his head tilted to the side, lips kissing Bo's staff as he stared up at him. Without missing a bit, he gently pushed his index finger inside, provoking the boy's hole. Bowie's head jerked up, the boy's eyes locked on his father, and his mouth opened. "Shhh...relax." William directed, straightening his head, trying to keep eye contact with Bo as the boy's chest arched. "Look at me." He persisted.

Bo obliged despite his face denoting a blatant initial discomfort.

"Feels like I'm gonna shit myself!" Bo instinctively exclaimed, making William laugh, to which Bo reacted. Their giggles lingered, the two men deepening their intimacy even further.

"You're so fucking cute, boy," William whispered, shoving his finger back inside, making Bo gasp.

But this time, he didn't pull out. He left his finger there, feeling the boy's insides beating like a heart. Soon, Bo's legs began to relax, falling to the side, his cheeks spreading slowly until pleasurable moans eluded his mouth. William slid his finger out, taking it to his mouth. Bo's hand came forward, trying to stop the blonde hunk from proceeding. But William blocked his movement, grinning at the boy's mortified face. Mockingly, William joined his middle finger to his index and, purposely staring at Bo, he took them to his mouth, slowly sucking on them, his reddish lips gliding as he rolled his eyes. Bo chuckled, his face changing as he saw William's hand disappearing between his legs.

"Oh shit..." Bo moaned as he felt both fingers enter him, his head trying to stay up. And before he could even take a deep breath, William began vigorously fingering him. "Oh my God!" Bo exclaimed, his head finally falling back. William's fingers continued to drill into him, gently forcing Bo's hole open, training his muscles to adapt.

"Look at that," William grunted as he stared down at the boy's stretched pink crevice.

"How can they fucking take this?" Bo questioned, his voice muffled as he buried his head deeper into the pillow.

"Who?" William asked, already smiling as he continued to finger the boy.

"Girls," Bo replied, his voice firing as William's fingers increased their jabbing motions.

"Actually...the asshole can take a lot more than a pussy." William clarified, his voice taunting Bo's face back up. The boy stared at him, his eyes squinting as his breath escalated. "Want me to show you?" William teased as he began to roll the tip of his fingers inside, expanding Bo's muscles even more and forcing his pelvis to shoot forward.

"I don't..." Bo stuttered. But by now, William knew how similarly reckless and proud his and Bowie's nature was. The blond hunk came up and kneeled between the boy's spread legs, his fingers still crammed inside Bo's hole, whose eyes glanced down at William's throbbing 11-inch cock. It was an intimidating tower of pale pink meat stretched horizontally, veiny and leaking, hovering over the boy's abdomen. "I can't take that..." Bo mumbled, his eyes changing, becoming surprisingly lustful for William's cock.

"Stop being a pussy, boy." William groaned as he stared down at Bo, whose body lay before him, both nervous and keen. William smiled, overwhelmed by the boy's alluring vulnerability. He pulled his fingers out of Bo's hole and took his hand inches to his mouth, dropping a ball of spit into it and coating it around the tip of his cock. His hand could barely cover the entirety of his meat. "Are you backing out?" William mocked purposely. He could see Bo's eyes shifting, becoming defiant. "I thought so." He added with a smirk.

William nudged his body forward, Bo's cheeks now rubbing against his thighs as the tip of his cock fondled the boy's taint. The blonde hunk's head fell back in ecstasy. This moment was years in the making for both. Without even touching his cock, William pushed his hips forward, his bloated tip pressing into Bo, whose face wrenched in pain.

"Fuck, it hurts..." Bowie warned, his voice navigating pleasure and pang.

"I know," William uttered, pushing further inside, stopping regularly, allowing the boy's muscles to expand and enlarge. And with every inch, he would lean forward, closer and closer to Bo's chest. "The pain is part of it," William explained, his voice lowering with ardor. "But once you surrender to it, boy...it'll start hurting...so fucking good..." William whispered as his chest fell over Bo's, his dick sliding inside the boy. "Holy fuck!" He exclaimed, their foreheads bumping as their mouths lingered inches apart.

"Fuck...is..." Bo muttered, his words cracking. "Is it all the way in?" He finally managed to ask. William's eyes flickered, his head shaking slightly. As he looked at his father's face, Bo knew that any sudden movement would push William over the edge. "I can feel your pulse." Bo finally whispered.

And in that moment, everything changed.

"You're so beautiful, Bowie," William stated, his whole dick finally inside. "So fucking beautiful." He added. Inside his ass, the boy felt the blonde hunk's cock expand.

"Fuck me, Daddy...please." Bo pleaded with craving as tears tumbled from his eyes. William fell into him, his tongue diving enthusiastically into Bo's mouth. And as soon as he felt the boy's tongue respond and join his, William's ass began bouncing up and down, his pelvis slapping between Bo's legs, which dangled by the sides, toes curling in tension.

With every thrust, William's cock branded Bowie's body as his property, burning his essence into Bo's heart. And with every jab, Bo wept. But his tears didn't stem from pain, but a profound joy. William's words had momentarily healed the perpetual emptiness his heart suffered from. William's body gradually awakened a part of him that had laid dormant, waiting to be unhearted. Bo's arms swathed around William's broad back, his fingers skating graciously over it. Once he pulled William in, he felt his father's hands slide down and grab his cheeks, unfurling them and stretching his hole even more. Their bodies locked, hearts beating together as William began pounding steadily. Soon, Bo's head became muted, no thoughts emerging. And once the smacking sound of William's cock thrusting inside him began to take hold, Bo finally understood. William was right. He was surrendering to the pain, and by doing so, his body was transforming it into the most overwhelmingly pleasurable feeling he had ever experienced.

"Daddy...daddy..." Bo moaned, his voice being sliced by William's shaft. He could feel the blonde hunk's warm breath on his neck, a violent heat pushing through his skin. "You're...fucking me so good..." He mumbled, his mind racing with empty thoughts. All he felt was his spirit screaming with wails of pleasure, lust, and desire. "Fuck." He finally whimpered.

William fucked Bo's ass for over twenty minutes with barely any pauses and with unrelenting stamina. No words were spoken, only sounds that vaguely resembled their human form. And as William's rhythm finally began to subside, Bo's consciousness awoke from its momentary sexual respite. William's ass halted, his dick halfway inside before he slowly started pulling out. Once the tip popped off, Bo's taint queefed loudly, a deep moan escorting it.

"Fucking hell, you took that like a champ, boy," William uttered as he pulled up, trying to catch his breath.

"What..." Bo muttered, still dazed and confused. "Did you come?" He questioned, bewildered. William glanced down at him and chuckled.

"Are you kidding me?" he responded, his right hand stroking his still-stiff 11-inch monster and his left hand caressing the boy's loose hole. "I'm just getting started," he stated, his green eyes sparkling.

"Wait." Bowie pleaded, attempting to close his legs. But William stopped him, spreading them outwards, grabbing the boy's hips, and pulling him closer. He locked his hands into Bo's kneecaps and forced his legs up, exposing his puckering hole. He aimed his cock into it and drove inside again, resuming his dynamic strokes, the muscles on his ass clenching. "Oh my God, wait. I can't." Bo uttered, his head shaking from side to side.

"Yes, you can," William replied, snapping his fingers before Bo's face. "Hey, look at me. I want to see your face while I fuck you." He demanded before his hips started pushing inside, his pelvis hitting Bo's gaping hole with brutal force and speed.

"Oh, shit...oh, fuck!" Bo whined, his body being plowed over the sheets by William's soaring strength.

William forced himself into the boy with reckless abandonment, and his eyes dove into the deepness of his gaze. And as he continued to brutally fuck Bo, he witnessed the shift as the boy finally accepted and embraced his submissive nature. The blonde hunk pounded his meat into Bo, pinning his legs down, feet dangling and toes curling with ecstasy. Bo growled, unable to contain his overwhelming pleasure as his fidgeting eyes tried to stay tuned to William's. And there they stayed for myriad minutes, sweat drops tumbling from William's body, marking the passage of time.

"Fuck!" William's voice finally uttered as he pulled back, his monster cock sliding out of Bo's hole with a thunderous pop. He let it dangle there, inches from the boy's puckering hole, which seemed to beckon for his cock's presence. "I almost came there." He said, letting his arms fall by the side, his head tilted back.

Bo's legs, now unlocked, fell to the side, shivering profusely. His hands came to his face, covering it as he mumbled incoherently. He rolled sideways and began crawling up the bed, his body completely exhausted and beaten down. But as his right leg bent up, exposing his hole, he felt William's tongue slide inside it. Bo moaned, his voice navigating between aggravation and unbridled laughter as William spit into it several times, occasionally sliding his finger inside. The boy's muscular thighs trembled, seemingly incapable of coming down from the high induced by William's ravaging.

"C'mon man, I need a break..." Bo pleaded, his words stumbling with self-doubt.

"Are you sure?" William mocked, lifting his head from inside Bo's ass.

There was a long silence.

"No," Bowie whispered before burying his face into the sheets.

But William followed him, his tongue gliding up the boy's crack, along his back, and into his neck, his mouth finally coasting on his ear.

"Don't ever be ashamed of wanting pleasure." William's voice hailed as he effortlessly slid his cock inside Bo. The boy's taint seemed eager to receive it, his inner muscles clenching around William's monster, devouring it.

"What the fuck are you doing to me...?" Bo questioned as William's dick began fucking him again, this time slowly and with unexpected tenderness.

But suddenly, his mind drifted near the edge of reason, getting lost in William's world. This beautiful world of pleasure and lust he had erected for them. A world where William was his. Where he could delight in his presence, his touch, his scent, and where he could feel his undying devotion.

"I'm loving you, Bo." William professed, his hands searching for the boy's. He laced them together, pinning Bowie's body under him. "I'm owning you." He professed as he slowly fucked the boy's hole. "Up until now...you might not have been blood of my blood..." He whispered, pushing so deep inside that the tip of his cock started nudging Bowie's prostate. "Flesh of my flesh..." he continued. "But from this moment on..." He added, increasing his strokes. "You will be." He finally declared.

"Daddy..." Bo replied, trembling as William buried his glutes into the mattress. "I love you." The boy professed.

And just like that, he felt it. Warm strings of a thick and warm substance blasted inside him as William's body spasmed and contracted. Inside Bo's hole, William's dick expanded, stretching his sphincter even wider. But the boy's walls hugged his father's meat in a close-knit embrace, slowly milking the cum out of it. Seconds later, he felt his dick burst, a warm wave exploding between the sheets and his abdomen. Bo closed his eyes, his heart beating inside his ears, and his whole body owned by the most inordinate feeling of euphoria and ardor.

As William's twitching subsided, Bo felt his father's body fall on him. They lingered there for several minutes, lost for words as William's cock softened inside Bowie.

"I can't even recall the last time I came like that," William stated between heavy breaths.

As far as Bo was concerned, his father had never sounded so coolheaded, like a wholly different person. He raised his head and kissed Bo's neck. Bo motioned to roll over, so, sensing this, William raised his body slightly until the boy faced him before falling back over him, their breaths coating each other. Bo trembled, and as he did, he felt William's hands press against his skin.

"What's wrong?" William asked. But Bo stared at him, conquered by the surge of sentiments coursing through him. "Are you cold?" he asked, to which Bo nodded.

William pulled his arm back, grabbed the white silk sheet, and threw it over them. Suddenly, Bo was enwrapped by a white pall, a protective layer that washed over them like sea foam.

"There," William whispered, his hand coming up and brushing Bo's flushed face.

Bowie's heart wavered, momentarily weakened by the overwhelming amount of love he felt. He leaned forward and kissed William passionately, their tongues dancing together for several minutes before they finally hugged and fell asleep underneath the shield William had erected.

Later that evening, as the music carried on peacefully in the background, William and Bo lay on the bed, their sweat-covered bodies enveloped over each other, the boy's right leg wrapped over his father's groin as he rested his head on his massive chest.

"Your heart is so steady," Bo commented as he carefully listened to William's heartbeat.

"It's not usually like that. Trust me." William responded, taking his cigar to his mouth and blowing, creating a cloud of smoke around them.

There was a silence. Bo snuggled closer to William, his fingers running through his father's stomach.

"What?" William questioned.

"What was your childhood like?" Bo asked, lifting his eyes to look at his father.

"Rough," William replied, his voice submerging into a time forgotten. "My parents were...stringent." He added, his head lifting into the ceiling. His eyes aboded there, watching as the soft gold sheer draping moved, pushed by the gentle breeze inside. "Being born rich doesn't mean you'll have it easy." He muttered.

"What about Uncle John? How was your relationship with him?" Bo's inquisitive nature challenged.

"Complicated..." William answered, taking the cigar to his mouth again. "But I don't want to talk about your uncle." He fired, hand coming down as he punched the cigar on the large ashtray beside the bed. He felt Bo's hands squeeze his skin, steering his eyes to the boy again.

In them, William was beginning to find a delightful, foreign peace. One he could see himself surrender to. Free from his usual constraints and judgments.

"I didn't mean to upset you." Bo apologized. William smiled at him and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

"Enough talk," William stated as he slid from under Bo and stood on his knees, hovering over his son. He brought his left hand up and slapped the boy's muscular ass. "Spread those fucking cheeks." He ordered.

"Again?" The boy moaned, smirking as he buried his face into the soft pillow.

"You've rested enough. Besides, I'm hungry, and I get cranky when I'm hungry," William taunted, immediately dipping his tongue inside Bo's hole, the slurping sounds expanding quickly.

"Oh fuck..." Bowie moaned, his voice damped by the pillow he was biting on. But as William pulled away, blowing into his puckering hole, teasing it, Bo's hand came down and grabbed his father's blonde hair, pulling his face inside his crack again.

"Good boy." William groaned from inside Bo's cheeks, feasting on his ass with rampant zeal.

William fucked Bo continuously that evening until the first rays of sun began to erupt and pierce through the glass structure, coating the greenhouse with the most magical pink and orange brilliance. From that day on, William and Bo never parted, their relationship growing and ripening, their intimacy prospering secretly.

To the outside world, they were estranged, a father and son, with nothing in common but their name. But inside the greenhouse, a world they had forged together, born from their desires and lust, they roamed free, able to exist as themselves.

But in time, William's love for the boy became polluted. His greed grew gluttonous, and his deep-seated desire for power slithered inside his heart, poisoning his spirit. A ravenous hunger only coiled by Bo's compassionate nature.

He relinquished the boy's body to other men's sexual depravities and traded Bo's soul in exchange for governance.

Despite this, Bowie stayed faithful to their vows, his loyalty unfaltering. His adoration for William being the only thing keeping their cursed spirits from falling into darkness. In Bo's willingness to sacrifice, William found his humanity and, in the boy's heart, his hope for absolution.

But such a love is not meant to last.

(To be continued...)