Son and Lover
Copyright© 2026 by A.R. Knox
Chapter 10: Under Arrest
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Under Arrest - Damien Blackwood swore he'd never become the man his father was. Then his grown son moved home — and everything Damien buried came roaring back. A slow descent into obsession, guilt, and surrender. No redemption. Just them. Forever.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Fiction Incest Son Father Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Oral Sex
The master bedroom was hushed. The curtains drawn against the winter dark. The bedside lamp cast a soft amber glow across the bed. Catching motes of dust in slow drift. The air was thick with the scent of their shared life. Clean cotton. Faint trace of dinner’s herbs. And the warm intimate musk of skin after a long day.
Damien lay back against the pillows. Shirtless. Lounge pants discarded. Ryan knelt between his legs. Naked. Knees sinking into the mattress. Green eyes dark with quiet hunger.
Ryan leaned forward. Kissed Damien slowly. Lips parting. Tongue sliding in with gentle exploration. Damien’s hands came up. Framed Ryan’s face. Thumbs stroking the sharp line of his jaw. Holding him steady.
Ryan broke the kiss. Breathing soft. He shifted back. Turned to face the headboard on all fours. Arse lifted. Back arched. Thighs parted. The position was deliberate. Offering. Vulnerable.
Damien sat up behind him. His hand slid over Ryan’s back. Possessive. Fingers tracing the knobs of his spine. Dipping into the hollow above his tailbone. Then lower. Spreading him gently. Ryan’s entrance was still soft. Slick from earlier. The faint pink flush visible in the lamplight.
Damien reached for the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the old Met-issue cuffs. Steel cold in his palm. Scratched from years of use. He held them up. Chain rattling softly.
Ryan glanced back. Eyes gleaming. “Gonna cuff me again, officer?”
Damien’s voice dropped into the low authoritative timbre of his old days on the beat. “Hands behind your back. Now. Don’t make me ask twice, son.”
Ryan complied. Wrists crossing at the small of his back. The movement lifting his hips higher. Exposing him further. Damien snapped the cuffs on. One click. Then the other. The metal biting just enough to leave faint red indents. The sharp snick echoed in the quiet room.
Damien leaned in. Mouth against Ryan’s ear. Breath hot and deliberate. He pressed the thick head of his cock against Ryan’s entrance. Not entering. Just teasing. Letting Ryan feel the weight. The heat. The promise. “You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
He nudged forward. Just the head breaching. Stretching the rim. Then pulling back. Repeating the motion slowly. Torturously. The wet sound of skin parting and rejoining filling the silence. “You’re under arrest, son. For continuing to corrupt a police officer. For seducing your own father. For begging him to breed you every night. For being such a filthy little criminal that you let your dad fill you raw and keep his seed in you like a good boy. For turning your own father into a man who can’t stop thinking about pumping his own son full until you’re ruined. For making him dream of your hole every night on shift. Hard under the uniform. Leaking for you. That’s a capital offence.”
Damien’s free hand slid down Ryan’s side. Fingers splaying over ribs. Then lower. Cupping the curve of his hip. “Standard procedure. Need to search you for contraband.”
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