The bathroom fills with the scent of Daddy's soap and the sound of his low, rumbling moans. His hands, calloused from years of work, glide up and down his shaft, creating a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. The door creaks open, and a young, eager face peers in. Daddy winks, beckoning him closer. 'Come here, boy,' he growls, 'Let's get you cleaned up.' The young man steps in, eyes wide with anticipation, ready for Daddy's thorough, soapy touch.