Permanent Marking

Mike was sixty-one, widowed, and still volunteering at the community centre every Tuesday. I was the younger man who caught his accidental dick pic.

One swipe changed everything.

What began as nervous handjobs in his empty house quickly turned into raw, obsessive breeding on his late wife's side of the bed. From risky encounters in the public sauna to daily leaks that stain his boxers, his chairs, and his entire life — Mike is slowly falling apart under my control.

Then Dave — his own divorced son-in-law — starts watching. Then joining.

Now both men glow with something they can no longer hide. They leak constantly. They call each other "Daddy" and "son" only when they're full. They kiss with my taste still on their tongues.

No limits. No redemption. No escape.