Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:23:30 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales 4

Horny Dad Tales
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Horny Dad Tales # 4
Punisher Punished


The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic
depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related.



This series is not one story but a collection of tales involving, you got
it, horny dads. Back in the listserv days there was a great series called
Horny Guy Tails. They were the inspiration for my White Collar Tales, and I
thought it would be fun to have a series of father-son stories: some
shorter, some more developed. A forum for the usual Bill Drake plots and
themes, and for developing ideas I don't normally do.

The series has gotten a lot of great feedback, so thanks to those readers
out there who've taken a moment to write. Send those comments and story
suggestions along: billdrake@hotmail.com.

For more of my stories, check out the Authors page at Nifty, or join my
Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/



Punisher Punished


Jack Martell woke up in the most uncomfortable position. His limbs were
handcuffed behind his back, his furry legs were spread and secured to metal
posts with twine, and his mouth was stuffed with a rubber ball fitted with
a breathing hole. Cold cement pressed against his back and arms, making him
shiver. Instantly, his ex-marine survival instinct kicked in and he began
struggling determinedly. Trying the shackles first, then the knots around
his ankles. But everything was too secure.

Just then he heard laughter and looked up to see a teen sneering down on
him. Kevin Richardson, the biggest troublemaker at East Point High
School. A scrappy, tough guy with a wiry build and a wisecracking
mouth. He'd had the kid in detention too many times to count and now after
a lunchroom fist fight, Richardson was on the block for suspension.

"Look at the big tough vice principal now," Kevin growled. For some reason
Martell had never noticed just how grown-up and baritone the high
schooler's voice was. It sent chills down his spine in his current
defenseless position. "Used to playing the tough guy, barking at us like
you're still some army drill sergeant."

Jack's fire and resistance returned immediately. "Marine!" he tried to say
to correct the young delinquent. Only that damn rubber ball kept him from
doing anything more than mumbling or moaning.

Kevin laughed. "Aren't you cute, sir," he teased running his sneaker up the
exposed area between Jack's beefy thighs. The older man grunted and shook
as he tried to avoid the scratchy sensation along his perineum but the
movement only made it worse. He relaxed in defeat and let the boy's foot
prod along his crotch as well.

Just then another boy arrived. Mike Harrington. Another perennial detention
denizen. "Hey Kev," he called out as he entered with a paper grocery
bag. "I got the stuff. Dean's getting some hot water."

"I don't know why we don't just use ice cold water on the man," Kevin
sighed as he dug in and pulled out some electric hair clippers. He handed
them to Mike. "Why don't you get started?"

Jack shook in dread and his eyes widened as he started to guess what was
going to happen to him.

"That's right, Martell," Kevin explained, "you're gonna get all that pretty
golden fur removed today."

The click then the hum-buzz of the clippers started and tears started
running down his face as he felt the cold metal touch his
stomach. Harrington was removing big chunks of soft, downy blond torso
hair.

"I gotta thank Mikey here," Kevin continued. "We've been trying for weeks
to come up with some way to get back to you. Get back at you in a way
you're not gonna be able to touch us. Cause you're gonna be too goddamned
ashamed. You're gonna want to forget this night. Isn't he, Mike?"

"Yep. Damn, Kev, Martell's one furry fucker." Mike ran his fingers through
the waves of chest hair, while his other hand pushed the clipper in nice,
methodical rows. The stomach was almost completely trimmed now.

"Even more than I expected," his friend seconded.

By now, Dean Jones had appeared with a bowl of water and a wash
cloth. "Wow," he observed. "You guys started without me."

Martell was getting as pissed off as he was humiliated. Who did these young
turks think they were? They'd deserved every minute of detention, every
insult Martell had hurled their way. Jones, particularly. He had everything
a kid could want -- well to do parents, ballplaying ability -- and he was
throwing it away hanging out with these guys, sneaking away behind the
school to light up. If the school hadn't banned corporal punishment, he'd
love to beat some sense into this fucker.

Instead, this fucker was bending down between his spread and now powerless
legs and spraying shaving gel in a direct line from his anus to his ball. A
quick dip of the razor in water and it was running the full length,
denuding his most private parts.

Martell growled, but in the end he just lay there on that cold basement
floor and took it. Dean took the razor and started flicking away the hairs
lining the rim of his ass pucker. The sensation made Jack sweat, but it
also tingled. What the fuck?

When the man's crack was baby smooth, Kevin grabbed the can of shaving gel
and shot a dollop on the exposed pucker. Lewdly, he pushed his finger right
in, bulldozing past the natural defenses of Martell's anal muscles.

Even through the ball-gag, the boys could hear the loud grunt. They assumed
the ass-punishment was causing cries of discomfort, but then marveled as
the man's heavy cock twitched and rose up. Slowly, as Kevin started
frigging his vice principal's mancunt, Martell's prick rose to full, tall
erection.

"Fuck, guys," Mike spoke up, "Martell gets off on this shit." Already he'd
taken a second razor and was going over the man's burly chest.

"Hey guys!" A smooth tenor teen voice announced the presence of another guy
in the room.

Jack's eyes widened in excitement. It was his son Jeff. Jeff was a big
bruiser of a lineback, but Jack wasn't sure he could take on three other
guys. But maybe he'd talk these sick fuckers out of their torture scheme.

Jeff paused and smiled when he saw his dad bound on the floor. "How's the
sheep shearing going?" he chuckled. He pulled out a beer from the paper bag
and popped it open as he sat down to watch the show.

Jeff was in on this? Jack really started to sweat now. He was furious at
his son, yet scared, too. It was official now that no one would help him.

"Man, Jeff, your dad's a perv," Dean said, gripping the man's erection and
lifting it up only to let it fall against the man's newly shaved belly with
a loud smack. "See?"

Jeff laughed. "Wasn't expecting that. Kinda takes away from the revenge,
huh?"

Kevin shrugged. "I dunno. It's gonna make the blackmail vid something
else."

"You taping this?" Matt rubbed the bare chest muscle, as if to admire his
masterful shaving job.

Kevin grinned and nodded to the tripod set off to the right.

Jack was really crying now and his body slumped soft in defeat. Still, his
prick was harder than fuck. He tried to will himself soft. Fer christsake,
his own son was watching him bone up at this treatment. Still, he couldn't
help it. Kevin's fingers were really working deep into his tight ass
now. Martell felt abused, violated, and so turned on. His dick was starting
to drip on his smooth torso.

Now, Dean held that leaking prick up at a perpendicular angle as Matt
attacked the man's pubes, first with the clippers then the razor. Nuding
him down, scraping away the manliness from around that fuckstick. Already
formidable, that adult cock looked a good two inches longer now.

When they were done, the three teens pulled back and revealed the new,
shaved-down father to Jeff Martell. The linebacker stood up, and started
unbuckling. "You learned your lesson, Dad?"

Jack nodded.

"You're gonna stop being such a fucking Nazi around the house? Around
school?" He looked up to his buddies as he shucked his jeans. The boy's
hardon was every bit as long and thick and hard as his father's. He looked
back down at his dad's body, which seemed even more muscular removed of
hair. "None of this two months grounded shit from now on. Got it?"

Again Jack nodded.

Jeff knelt down between his dad's legs, casually wiping back his dirty
blonde hair before leaning forward. Slowly. Torturously.

Jack's body shook when he felt it. His boy's dick touch his own. Fuck, if
he could only make that prick go down! But the contact was electric and
made his stick flex even harder. Then the sensation of Jeff's stiffer
running against his own. Fuck! He had to close his eyes and picture the
least sexy thing he could think of. But all he could think of was his son's
meat. Oversized, powerful, a carbon copy of his old man. Juice-filled teen
balls, dusted with hair, brushing his own, newly smooth sac. The intense
incestual contact drove him mad.

Now Jeff was rubbing his father's chest. "Fuck, I'm hairier than you
now. You sure got smooth titties, Dad," he joked, "Maybe I should fuck
'em."

He didn't get that far. The fuckstick frottage drove the younger Martell to
orgasm quickly. Rapidly, he scuttled up and jerked his cock a half a foot
away from his father's lustful face. Then jism fired out. Long thick ropes
that pelted Jack's visage, a warm rain burning his eyes, soaking his
hair. Hands free, the father's own cock jerked and spewed its wad.

"Talk about perved," Dean said.

As he came down from orgasm, Jeff looked down lewdly. He brought his
cocktip to the opening in the ballgag and squeezed his shaft, milking the
shaft right into the hole, into his dad's mouth. Jack got forcefed the
briny taste of his son's essence.

His cock wasn't going down. Jack felt extra defenseless as his own flesh
and blood crawled between his spread legs and speared his cock into his
dadcunt. Christ! His own boy fucking him. This was so wrong, so
humiliating, yet the very thought, the very sensation pushed Jack's meat to
its strained limits of hardness and size. Dripping all over his smooth
stomach, the precum flowing, the second round of Martell sperm rushing to
join their brothers pooling on Jack's stomach.

Here Jack Martell lay, some deranged sonlover.

"That's it, JM," Kevin cried out. "Go for it. Knock that fucker down a
peg."

"Man, you got an easy fuck whenever you want now," Mike added.

"Feels fantastic, guys," Jeff huffed, clearly enjoying the forbidden fruit
he was partaking in. "When I'm done, you can have at 'im."

The thought sent fear and excitement down Jack's spine. His boy's cock felt
so good. Big hard meaty fucker, pounding his guts. He thought about what
Mike Harrington said. He thought about his son fucking him over and over.

For the second time, Jack Martell came. And passed out.



When Jack Martell woke up he was back in his own home, in the guest room
bed. The sheets felt scratchy against his nude skin, and his head
pounded. Slowly, he sat up, feeling his sore jaw, trying to get circulation
back in his arms and legs. He thought -- hoped -- for a moment that he'd
dreamed the whole ordeal, but his throbbing asshole told him
otherwise. From its aching looseness what seemed like a river of sperm
seeped out into a wide circle on the bedsheets.

He grabbed a pair of pajamas and slipped them on, glad to cover over the
evidence of his shaving. He'd have to think up some explanation for the
wife.

The entire family was already gathered for Saturday morning breakfast. His
wife gave him a peck as he entered the dining room and expressed
concern. "You OK, honey? Jeff told me you'd gone over to your buddies for
poker night and that he had to pick you up"

"Yeah, sorry, hon. Guess I had a little too much to drink."

He looked at Jeff who just smirked but let on little else. Damn, he looked
at his son in a new light now, for sure. By the look in his boy's eye Jack
could tell Jeff was gonna fuck him again. Probably soon.

The mother continued. "I wasn't sure if I should let him go get you, given
the grounding you'd given him."

Jack waved his hand. "We can forget that. I think Jeff's learned his
lesson."