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"Basketball has made you soft," LeBron taunted, shaking his head. Then he threw his body weight forward for a punch aimed at Austin's ribs.
Austin swerved, avoiding it by a fraction of an inch. He quickly got on a defensive stance, feet planted, and fists raised.
LeBron lunged forward again and threw a combination of jabs aimed at Austin's torso. Austin was able to block the first two strikes and then grabbed hold of his father's wrist and twist it hard before stepping inside his guard.
LeBron grunted in surprise and stumbled backward, regaining his balance before giving Austin a look of approval.
"Give me what you got, boy," LeBron challenged as he beckoned Austin forward with both hands, ready for whatever his son would throw at him next. "Show me."
Austin charged forward, one kick hitting LeBron in the thigh and a punch landing against his father's rock solid forearm. LeBron avoided the follow-up strike and countered with a sharp elbow to Austin's chest.
Austin winced but ignored the pain. Then he attempted to kick his father in the ribs and sweep his legs out from under him, but LeBron was able to deflect his kicks and punches with ease.
"I can see every punch and kick coming from a mile away," LeBron barked out. "Quit signaling your attacks before you make them, and keep your elbows in."
Austin reset his stance and stepped forward again then threw a wild punch that left him exposed.
LeBron was able to duck underneath it and then sweep his leg in one swift motion to knock Austin off balance and send him crashing to the mat. They grunted and rolled across the floor together.
Austin fought to break free from the clinch, his muscles straining with effort.
LeBron watched, shaking his head, "Use your hips, son."
Austin followed the instruction and quickly scrambled up. Once upright, LeBron then threw a swift kick aimed at his thigh, followed by a sharp punch toward his shoulder. Then he followed up with a powerful elbow strike aimed at Austin's head. Austin managed to block the punch and tried to land a hit on LeBron but the punch did not hurt LeBron at all.
"You're so soft, like a freshly steamed baozi," LeBron remarked which made Austin chuckle. Austin forced his expression back to seriousness, then he lowered his center of gravity, and exploded forward, pushing his father back then attempting to secure a takedown. LeBron deflected the elbow and kept attacking, never stopping his relentless hitting and forward pressure.
The elbow connected solidly with Austin's temple, and Austin felt his vision swim, dizzy from the blow, and he stumbled backward. For a brief moment, stars clouded his vision, thenblood trickled from a fresh cut just above his eyebrow from the impact of the hit. Austin wiped the blood with the sleeve of his shirt, leaving a red streak across his cheek. But LeBron had no plans on stopping.
LeBron immediately tackled his son, slamming him son into the mat, pinning him down with his entire body weight. Austin squirmed and fought beneath him but this time he couldn't escape.
"You have forgotten what I have been teaching you," LeBron said coldly, breathing hard through his nose.
Austin gasped, dazed for half a second.
LeBron grappled fiercely and shifted his weight, pulling Austin closer into his chest and locking his legs around his waist. His arms wrapped tightly and flexed with power, pinning Austin flat against the mat. Every muscle in LeBron's tensed, holding his son captive beneath him.
They struggled and fought with all their strength and desperation.
Austin could not breathe but kept fighting against the pressure, twisting, writhing, trying to find air that wouldn't come. They struggled once more in silence but Austin could not escape the mounting exhaustion.
He had no choice but to tap out, three quick slaps against LeBron's forearm in surrender.
LeBron let him go immediately, collapsing beside him on the ground, both of them staring up at the ceiling above them as their chests heaved.
LeBron shook his head, his breathing still ragged. "I cannot believe you forgot years of training when you now need it the most."
Austin rolled onto his side and coughed, then stared at the mat beneath him.
"I told you Dad, it's that kid's fault," Austin muttered under his breath.
"Maybe you should not have been there in the first place," LeBron replied coldly and sat up to look down at him. "And it's fortunate that the judge gave you three months."
Austin thought about it. Three months, ninety long days and nights without his father's presence, a long time to survive in a place where he had no protection and no allies. Tomorrow, he will be spending his first day in that place.
It's a day he has been dreading since the moment the gavel fell and the sentence was handed down. He had never been that far away from his father, except for basketball camp and some school trips.
He thought of stories of prison violence. The cold, hard reality of his situation began to sink in, deepening his fear with every passing second.
LeBron's power and influence meant nothing here and could not protect his son from what awaited behind those walls. He tried, pulling every string he had with his connections and resources, but the judicial system remained unmoved and unimpressed. Austin did what was morally right, but what he did was wrong, is the eyes of the law.
Dura lex sed lex.
The law is harsh, but that is the law.
Austin accepted his fate with a heavy heart, but he has no regrets for what he did. He knew he did what was right.
He was silent, trying desperately to imagine what his life in prison would actually look like and whether he was strong enough to endure it alone.
LeBron turned to his side, then reached over and cupped the back of Austin's neck. Blood was now smeared all over his son's face.
LeBron whispered, "Come, let's get you cleaned up."
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Before stepping into the shower, they undressed each other slowly, removing the last barriers of sweaty fabric until they stood bare and exposed. LeBron reached into the shower and turned the water on before guiding Austin inside.
The water was such a relief. Austin tilted his head back, letting it run over his face, washing the blood from his temple, his face and all over his neck. LeBron watched the pink water swirl down the drain.
LeBron picked up the soap, vanilla, Austin's favorite scent. He lathered his hands, then placed them on Austin's shoulders. He worked slowly over the slope of Austin's shoulders, down his back. He soaped Austin's arms, lifting each one to wash beneath, then his chest, his stomach, lower, his thighs.
Austin nearly jolted when LeBron's fingers grazed his cock, but LeBron simply washed him there too, without teasing, without rush, just with gentle careful touches.
Then Austin took the soap. His smaller hands moved over LeBron's broad chest, over the definition of his abdomen, over his thick thighs.
After the shower, LeBron dried Austin's face with a soft towel, then his chest, his arms. He knelt to dry Austin's legs and feet. Then, with just a towel wrapped around their hips, LeBron made Austin sit on the closed toilet seat lid.
From the medicine cabinet, LeBron took out a wound kit. He used an antiseptic and gauze to clean Austin's wound, before placing a plaster carefully over the small cut on his eyebrow.
"Remember what I have told you," LeBron continued, "Stay away from any trouble with the inmates and the warden. Don't draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. Don't trust anyone in there, and don't ever let them see you weak or scared. You keep your head down and do your time quietly, that way you increase your chances of safety and making it home to me in one piece."
"Yes, Dad," Austin nodded solemnly and met his father's eyes with understanding.
Then LeBron bent over to kiss him. Austin opened for him immediately, their tongues meeting with familiar ease.
They moved to the bedroom, and Austin fell backward onto the mattress, LeBron following him down.
"My baby," LeBron breathed, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at Austin. His son's skin was flushed, warm and beautiful beneath him, "I'm gonna miss you."
LeBron had been holding it back all day, now he wanted to surrender completely to his need, and plans to fuck Austin like there was no tomorrow and like the next three months would be an eternity without him.