Abram was tall and athletic, strong without being overly muscular. Perfectly sculpted, lean and wiry. My son was no whimp, so I didn't expect him to cower, but I didn't expect to see what I saw. The look in his eyes was serious and confident, like he was prepared to kill this man and knew he could. A dangerous gaze, terrifying to the one on the other side of it. My son, in that moment, was an absolute pillar of power, with his austere glare, intimidating frame and that strong, hard cock that I couldn't keep from glancing down at.

The three of us stood frozen for a few moments,...