His torso and arms were strapped in place. William was strapped into a heavy chair with a long V shaped hole cut out of the seat. “Not to worry,” Eros said, “you’ll find out what it does for yourself soon enough.“ There was something attached to the man’s testicles. He looked down at his father’s flaccid genitals. He didn’t recall ever seeing the man naked. William looked across at his father again. “Because I want to have some fun with you.” Every surface was mirrored and there was only a single door. He hasn’t told me any more than he’s said to you.” “Daaad?” the teenager repeated nervously. “Well that’s the real question isn’t it?” The man standing in front and to his right grinned slowly. “Why am I naked!? Where’s my clothes? Dad?” William’s eyes widened and he looked down at himself and he suddenly realised he too was naked. Michael was seated in front of him six feet away. The man was in his thirties, bare topped, but he wore tight denim chaps, a bulging posing pouch made from soft black leather, and biker boots. “Who are you?” he asked the man standing over him. William blinked repeatedly as though trying to clear the sleep from his eyes, but he hadn’t been asleep. You will be the first to learn about my latest work, and $5 will give you access to the 4K section of this site. If you want to support me in my art writing and encourage me to write more, please consider a small monthly donation via Patreon. A father and his son find themselves in an unexpected sexual situation.