The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Attend curiosity leads to adult websites which causes a moral dilemma for himself an online friend turns into more sexual boundaries are pushed the under limits. A journey into knowing oneself.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt Drunk/Drugged Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Father DomSub Humiliation Rough Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Hairy Revenge Violence AI Generated
The self-reflection of Carlos’s vile whisper—I own you both now—ignited something feral deep within him. With a guttural roar that tore from the very core of his being, Edward erupted.
The ropes, strained by his previous struggles, finally gave way with a sharp snap. He was a blur of motion, a storm of unleashed fury. He launched himself at Carlos, who was still hovering over him with a victor’s smirk. The expression melted into pure shock a split second before Edward’s fist connected with his jaw. Not at the same time; Officer Jacob took out Officer Nowhere, who has a test soon at The Other Side of the Moon. Edward took advantage of the situation.
The crack was sickening, a sharp report that echoed in the cold room. Carlos stumbled back, blood already blossoming from his split lip. But Edward gave him no quarter. This wasn’t a fight; it was an exorcism. He drove a fist into Carlos’s gut, doubling him over, then brought a knee up to meet his face with another wet, crunching impact.
Carlos fell to the floor, a groaning heap. Edward was on him instantly; his world narrowed to the bloody face beneath him. He rained down blows, each punch a release of every ounce of humiliation, every second of helpless agony he’d been forced to endure. This is for touching my son. This is for your filthy tongue. This is for daring to think you could own me. Your voice I didn’t know redialed, which made everybody realize what was really going on.
“Edward, stop!” The voice was Adam’s, strained and desperate. “You’ll kill him!”
Edward barely heard him, his fist drawn back for another devastating blow. He was lost in the red haze, in the satisfying, brutal rhythm of his fists meeting flesh.
A force slammed into him from the side. It was Adam, throwing his own battered body between Edward and the bloody figure on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Edward’s raised arm, holding on with a strength born of sheer desperation.
“Stop!” Adam pleaded, his voice breaking. He looked down at the broken man on the floor. “Carlos ... if you ever really loved me ... Look at me.”
Carlos’s one good eye, already swelling shut, fluttered open. He was a bloody, ruined mess, breathing in ragged, wet gasps. He looked up at Adam, a world of pain and confusion in his gaze.
Adam’s voice was a soft, trembling whisper, yet it cut through Edward’s rage like a knife. “I love him,” he said, his eyes locked on Carlos’s. “Like I’ve never loved anybody before.”
The admission hung in the air, stark and shocking. Edward froze, his bloodied fist still clenched, his chest heaving.
Adam turned his head slightly, his cheek resting against Edward’s arm. He looked at his father, his eyes pleading, shining with unshed tears. “And he’s my dad. Let him go. Things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to, Carlos. Don’t ... don’t sacrifice everything. Your career. Your dignity. Your humanity. Just ... just let us go. Move on.”
A single tear traced a clean path through the grime on Adam’s cheek. Carlos watched it fall, and something in his defiant, vicious mask finally crumbled. A sob, raw and broken, escaped his bleeding lips. His body, taut with pain and pride, went slack against the cold floor.
Adam slowly released Edward’s arm and sank to his knees beside Carlos. He reached out, ignoring the blood, and gently cradled Carlos’s battered face. “Did you ever love me?” Adam asked, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.
Carlos’s answer was a hoarse, shattered whisper. “Absolutely.”
“It’s just...” Adam sighed, his thumb stroking Carlos’s cheek. “We are two different people. And because of you, Carlos ... you got me closer to my father.” He offered a small, sad smile. “It may not be conventional. People will talk. But because of you ... I and my dad are much closer.”
That was the final blow. Carlos broke. Great, heaving sobs wracked his broken body. He turned his face into Adam’s touch, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The fearsome, dominant cop was gone, replaced by a shattered, vulnerable man.
“I do love you,” Carlos choked out between sobs, the words muffled against Adam’s palm. “I can’t ... I can’t let you go.”
Adam leaned down, pulling Carlos’s head against his chest, holding him as he wept. He looked over Carlos’s trembling form at Edward, who stood watching, his rage ebbing away into a stunned, bewildered silence. Adam didn’t say a word to his father. He just held his former tormentor closer, his expression a complex mix of pity, affection, and resolve.
Carlos clutched at Adam’s back, his fingers gripping the sweat-slicked skin as if he were drowning. He tilted his head up, his bloody, tear-streaked face seeking Adam’s. Their lips met—a messy, salty, desperate collision. It was not a kiss of domination but one of surrender and aching need. Carlos poured every ounce of his broken confession into it, his tongue seeking not to conquer but to be forgiven.
When they finally broke apart, gasping, Carlos’s good eye searched Adam’s face. His gaze then drifted past him to where Edward stood, a silent, powerful statue watching the scene unfold. Carlos’s eyes held no more challenge, no more malice. Just a deep, bone-weary shame. He dropped his forehead against Adam’s chest again, his entire body shuddering with the aftershocks of his breakdown.
Adam held him, one hand gently stroking his hair. The room was silent except for Carlos’s ragged, slowing breaths. The air, once thick with violence and violation, was now charged with something else entirely—a raw, uncomfortable, and terrifying intimacy.
He needs this, Adam realized, feeling the desperate cling of Carlos’s hands on his back. He’s never needed anything more. Adam’s own body, tired and sore, began to respond to the proximity, to the shocking vulnerability of the man in his arms. A familiar heat, slow and undeniable, began to coil deep in his stomach.
Carlos felt it too. He felt the slight shift in Adam’s posture, the subtle hardening pressed against his own hip through the fabric of his ruined jeans. He looked up, his eyes wide with a new kind of desperation. “Adam...” he breathed, the name a prayer. The self-reflection of Carlos’s vile whisper—I own you both now—ignited something feral deep within him. With a guttural roar that tore from the very core of his being, Edward erupted.
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