Note: everyone in this story is over eighteen.
Asserting his dominance
It was early in the morning, and Hugo was having some trouble keeping up with his father-in-law.
It had been the old man's idea to jog together so they could mend their bond. At least, that was what Hugo thought.
Two weeks ago, Dante had blown up at him at the dinner table when his daughter told him she was pregnant, and they hadn't talked ever since.
Hugo had agreed to come because Jessica insisted...and he thought the old man would at least ask for forgiveness, but they drove to the park in silence and just began to run.
Dante Damascco was 56 years old and was built like a horse. No, a buffalo. He was running ahead so Hugo had to look at his physique and feel ashamed. His black hair was only a little muddle with white, his neck was thick and veined, his black shirt was glued and tight to his large muscles, and his grey pants wet with sweat around the cheeks. He couldn't think of a more intimidating man to be his father-in-law.
In comparison, Hugo was a worm of a man, pale and skinny. He was an office man. But, he reminded himself, at least that was what Jessica wanted.
And that was the problem which Dante couldn't accept. His daughter with a man like Hugo.
He would have to swallow it, though. The way he had looked at Hugo at the dinner table, as if he was the chain that was holding his daughter to the ground, forbidding her to fly... Hugo had tried to please his father-in-law for too long. Not anymore.
Suddenly, Dante stopped. There was still a long way to go, and the park there was deserted, the trees too suffocating. However, Hugo was glad for the rest. He was the most out of breath of the two. He put his hands on his knees, inhaling. A few seconds later, he felt Dante's hand on his back.
"I want to apologize, Hugo."
Hugo stood up.
"Oh." Finally. He was staring right into the old man's eyes, unafraid, expectant.
"I'm really happy that I'm going to be a grandpa," he smiled. "I hope we can leave what happened behind."
"That's cool."
"Come on, now. I overreacted. You know how I am."
"I know..." Hugo said. "I know you never liked me."
Dante was taken aback by the bluntness. Hugo had never spoken like that to him. In fact, he had enjoyed doing so. It made Hugo less afraid of him.
"Alright," Dante said, putting his hands around the waist and looking around as if avoiding eye contact. "I admit I had my doubts, but I always trusted my daughter to do what's best for her. I am sorry, truly."
"Okay," Hugo said curtly. He clasped hands with his father-in-law. "We should keep going." There was command in Hugo's voice. He thought maybe he was stretching his luck with the boulder of a man. He had gotten his apology already. But he had enjoyed speaking up to him, like he was finally facing all the rejection he felt.
"Let's rest a bit more," Dante said, but it sounded like he was pleading. Hugo looked at his eyes and saw something there, a sort of confusion. What was going on here?
"Okay," Hugo said firmly. "Rest then." And Dante's face contorted into a smile, while he lowered his head in defeat.
Seriously, what was going on here?
"I might have been very wrong about you," Dante suddenly said.
"You might. Now rest. We don't have all day."
"Yes."
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Can I drink some water?" Dante asked. He was looking at Hugo with funny eyes, gleaming eyes. The water bottle was in his hand, but he waited for an answer. He waited for Hugo's permission. Something had just happened and now Hugo was supposed to allow him to drink water. Hugo wanted to understand exactly what was going on, he didn't want to jump to conclusions. It seemed like a game. Was it a dangerous one?
"Just a little bit," Hugo said. And Dante nibbled at the water bottle.
"I want some more."
"No."
He put down the bottle obediently. Yeah, okay. They were definitely playing a dangerous game. Hugo looked over his father-in-law, who seemed like a mountain of muscles, with rivers of sweat going down its length.
"You must make my daughter really happy."
"What are you talking about?"
Dante's smile was cutting as he pointed down at Hugo's body. He looked down, and saw his big erection. Instinctively, he grabbed it, unbelieving. It made the print more obvious. His cock was six inches big, and it did make his wife very happy. Deep down, he knew he could not lose his cool now. He must keep asserting his dominance.
"And why are you looking at it?" he asked Dante.
"I'll stop if you want."
"I want you to only look at it when I tell you to."
Dante smiled and nodded. He was trying to look calm, but he was red around the ears. He turned away and looked at the trees.
That was when Hugo saw his erection.
The big buffalo was not so bad himself in that department. But no matter how good he looked, what was making Hugo's cock painfully hard wasn't that, but the way he was obeying his commands. It was like a dream come true.
He wanted to push his luck.
"I want you to look at me now, and beg for my forgiveness. On your knees."
Dante stared at him wide eyed; he wasn't smiling anymore. But Hugo was. Dante shook his head silently, but a few seconds later, he looked around the place as if checking if people were coming. They were alone. He shook his head once more.
