If Liam proves worthy

"It warms my heart to hear you say that kid." Nolan told me. Placing a hand on my shoulder. "I always hoped It'd be a nice guy like you who she settled down with."

"So... Does that mean you're happy for me to marry her?" I asked nervously.

"Well... yes... and no." Nolan gave a small smirk. "See, my daughter is very special to me."

"I know." I said. Nodding my head. "You're special to her too."

"Exactly." Nolan smiled. This was going good so far, but I had to wonder what the catch would be. "I've been the most dominant man in her life, for her whole life. So while I like you kid, I'll need to make sure you're right for her. That you can satisfy all her needs."

"I'm ready to provide for her!" I said without hesitation. "This apartment is proof of that, and I didn't cheap out on the ring! I can show it to you!"

"Please do." Nolan told me. "But it's not just about money."

"You can see how much we love each other." I told Nolan as I rummaged through my bedside drawers. Fishing out the ring from its hiding spot. "Her happiness will always be my top priority!"

"That's what I like to hear." Nolan took the ring from me. Looking at it closely. "That is very nice. How much was it?"

"Four months salary." I explained. "I wanted to go the extra mile for her."

"That's good lad." Nolan's smile grew wider. I could see I was winning him over with all the right answers and was starting to feel really good about the situation. "And how big is your cock?"

"Ahh.... Excuse me?"

"Your cock. Dick. Willy. Whatever you want to call it. How big is it?" Nolan asked plainly, as if he was asking for my shoe size or something not as crazily personal as that. "Inches or centimeters. Either is fine."

"I... I... I don't umm...." My brain froze up as it tried to think of what else he could mean. How I might have misheard him. But there was no other answer. My soon to be father-in-law was actually asking how big of a dick I had...

"It's a simple question boy. Most men know how big they are." Nolan was starting to sound annoyed. As if I was the one here acting weird."

"Wh... Why do you need to know that?" I hesitantly asked.

"Heh. I told you I needed to know if you could satisfy her needs. All of them."

"Ohh... uh... I guess that's-"

"She's a very vigorous girl Liam." Nolan said, as if he was giving sage advice. "She even tires me out when she gets going."

"Wait. What does that me-"

"I NEED to make sure you're man enough for her Liam." Nolan said in a more serious tone. "I'm not joking. I won't give you my blessing unless I'm sure."

"Oh. Okay... That makes sense..." I swallow hard. It was a weird thing for a father to be worried about, but... it wasn't wrong or anything. A little more personal than most parents would be, but he and Sarah had a very different relationship than I was used to. Looking past the social stigma, I guess it was nice that he wanted his daughter to be taken care of in every way... Still though, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"I... I don't know the exact size." I lied. Too embarrassed to say it. I wasn't ashamed of my size or anything, it just felt wrong to be openly talking about it with Sarah's fathers. "But I can show you roughly-"

"That's a perfect idea! Take it out now and show me!" Nolan shook his head vigorously.

"Sorry, what?!" That wasn't what I meant! That was way worse!

"What are you two boys talking about?" Sarah walked past the door, mug in hand. I was worried she might see the ring, but luckily Nolan hid it in his pocket before she could.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Nolan smirked. Winking at me. "I'll be out in a jiff honey, find us something fun to watch."

"Hmm... Okay daddy..." Sarah took a sip of her drink, some of the thick cream slipping past her lips and dripping down her body. Gliding down her chest and past her nipples, making them shine. Her panties still wet, showing off the outline of her puffy pussy lips.

"Play nice now daddy!" She said as she walked away.

"She's something else isn't she?" Nolan said, licking his lips.

"Yeeah." I agreed.

"Come on, you must be a little hard after seeing that. Take those pants off already." Without waiting, Nolan reached for my pants. Pulling them down to my ankles while I stood still. Too shocked and nervous to stop him."

My pants rubbed past my half hard cock until it sprung loose, flopping to the side. Nolan stared at it and my cheeks flushed red. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen... but... but if this was what I had to do to marry Sarah, then it was worth it.

"Hmmm..." Nolan reached down and touched my cock. Picking it up by the foreskin. and wiggling it around. "Uncircumcised? Not what I expected."

To Nolan, something like this probably wasn't a big deal at all. No different than a doctor's check up...

"Not a terrible girth... tight ballsack... no veins showing yet..."

But as Nolan held me by the shaft, ran his hands up and down my length slowly, gripped and fondled my balls... I struggled to see it the same way. To see this as anything more than Sarah's fathers clinically jerking me off.

But I knew I was wrong. That my own views and expectations were clouding things. I had to power through my discomfort. To act as casual as Nolan was. I just had to remind myself that despite my instincts, there was nothing sexual about this.

"Are you fully hard yet?" Nolan asked as he stroked my cock. Gently squeezing my balls.

"J-juust about..." I said. My voice cracking as I tried to sound normal.

"Well... I've seen enough then." Nolan let go of me, letting my cock fall down against my thigh.

"So ummmm..." I hurried to cover myself up. Nervous energy rushing throughout my body. "Does that mean I have your blessing?"

"Size isn't everything." Nolan said. A bit of a non-sequitur. "So I'm willing to give you a chance."

"A chance? What does that mean?" I had really hoped that his 'inspection' of me would be the end of this, but I had a bad feeling it was only just the start.

"You need to prove you can handle her right. Prove you've got what it takes to keep up with my special little girl."

"Uh huh..." I slowly nodded. The language he was using was a little gross, but I guess he meant well.

"Until then, I'll be holding onto this." Nolan took my ring out of his pocket, keeping it in his grasp.

"That’s.... that's actually umm..." I held my hand up, instinctively moving to take the ring but stopping myself. "The gemstone on it belonged to my grandmother. From her engagement ring... its very special to me and-"

"So I'll take good care of it." Nolan said. Pocketing the ring again. "I can't have you proposing to her until I'm sure you're ready."

I really didn't like that he was keeping it, but I wasn't about to fight him for it. I did trust him to keep it safe, but I didn't see why he did not trust me not to propose until I had his blessing.

"And when will that be?" I asked. Anxious to have his approval.

"Hmmmm..." Nolan rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "What we need is a challenge, or a contest. Something that will let you show off any hidden talents you might have..."

A contest? That seemed a little elaborate. Like something out of a fairytale, a brave knight proving his worth of the fair princess.

Framing it that way, there was something almost romantic about it. So long as the request wasn't anything too ridiculous, I wouldn't mind putting my love for Sarah to the test. I knew it was strong enough to win out over anything Nolan put in my path.

"Alright. I'm game." I said, nodding my head and hyping myself up for this.

"Perfect " Nolan smiled wider and wider, excitement building across his face.

"I've got the perfect idea in mind for you..."