ONE SMALL SUITCASE
I held the collar he handed me, pleading with his eyes, his words. It was what he had for the father he wanted, it meant he would belong to me. The leash? It wasn’t a solid collar but a choke collar, all I need do was pull the leash and it could do every thing from remind him to behave to stop his breathing, force him to the ground. Kill him if I so desired. He was horrifyingly serious. My first impulse was to throw it away from both of us but….to do that was to suggest, maybe say, to him, I wasn’t as serious about being his father as he was about being my son. “On your knees, head up.” He scrambled off the bed, my jizz still leaking from his ass, the ass reddened by the beating I’d given him because he insisted. I turned so that I was sitting on the edge, pulled his head into my crotch, put one finger under my still rigid prong. “You know where this goes.” He leaned forward. “Uh, uh, first gotta clean my nuts, get to it.” While he did that I lightly snapped the leash down his b...