Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2016 05:53:36 -0500
From: J Geffer <paterphilia@gmail.com>
Subject: Paterphilia: Episode 1

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Paterphilia: Episode 1

A quick, cool shower was exactly what Daddy craved after working for hours
in the summer heat. Just as he opened the back door, having finally
finished the garden fence, he saw the Boy come in the front door, home from
his lifeguarding job. Having turned sixteen the past school year, the Boy
got a summer job at the behest of his Father. So you don?t waste away your
summer playing video games, Dad?s reasoning went.

"How was work?" Daddy inquired.

"Fine," the Boy replied curtly then immediately headed towards his room
before his Father could probe any further.

While annoyed at his Son's choice to end the conversation so abruptly,
Daddy did notice as the Boy walked away how tan his Son had become and how
toned his body was. For only a second he thought what his Son might look
like without his red and white lifeguarding uniform on. He popped that
thought bubble instantly, knowing he shouldn't think that way about his
only Son. But he was proud that he was responsible for making such a
handsome Boy.

Daddy pulled at the white tank-top that had glued itself to his chest from
the day's sweat as he headed to the bathroom and heard the door to his
Son's room close at the same time. With the bathroom door shut, the shower
running, and his sweaty tank-top on the floor, Daddy took a moment appraise
himself in the mirror. At first he simply checked for any mosquito bites,
but he soon started to appreciate his body in the reflection. He flexed his
tree-trunk arms, covered in dense fur. He plucked at the stray greys in his
thick chest hair; hair that rested on firm pads of thick muscle and rang
around small brown peaks of his nipples. Where his Boy was lithe and
smooth, sitting at a pretty one-hundred-forty pounds and a height of
five-eight, his Father was the total opposite. Standing at six-one and over
three-hundred pounds, he was built like a linebacker and covered in the fur
of a bear. As his inspection moved down his hands grasped his belly and he
wondered how it had become so much softer and rounder than it used to be.

The bottom of the mirror ended right about where his cut-off jean shorts
hugged his waist. Even though he had put on some weight over the years he
still kept a tight waist; husky not sloppy he thought to himself. After a
short struggle, Daddy's shorts came down and with them revealed something
that had remained the same since puberty; his thick cock and bull balls
flopped out and enjoyed the respite from the sweaty confines of his
just-too-tight shorts. He kicked his shorts off to lie on top of his shirt
and pulled his socks off to finally let every inch of drenched skin
breathe.

Daddy pulled at his cock and balls to help air them out and remembered he
hadn't jerked off in a few days. Maybe later tonight, he thought, I worked
hard today I deserve to relax. While he tugged at his meaty package, his
fat sausage couldn't help get excited from all the attention it was
suddenly getting. While it extended from his body at a respectable six and
a half inches, what Daddy was most proud of was not his length but his
girth. At full attention he could barely fit his huge paw around; thick all
along the shaft, his fat sausage cock ended with a broad cut head. As he
pulled, an image popped into his head: the one from before, of his Son's
naked, tanned body. Once again, he shook the image from his mind, but
before he could remove the thought he looked down to see his cock dripping
pre-cum. I'm just too horny, he tried to justify to himself, I'd cum to
just about anything right now.

At last, Daddy stepped into the shower letting the cool water wash away the
day's grime. He took his time washing every nook and cranny knowing if he
didn't wash away all the sweat and dirt he would not be able to comfortably
sleep that night. As he stepped out of the shower he quickly realized there
were no fresh towels left and he called out to his Son, but received no
response. He opened the door -- left ajar, but remembered as closed -- and
called out once more, with a near instant response.

The Boy's head popped out of his door and called out, "What?"

"Don't 'What?' me, kid. Get me a fresh towel from the laundry room," Daddy
responded.

"Yes sir, right away sir!" The boy responded with mock eagerness.

The Boy returned with a fresh towel and handed it to his Father, but as he
did Daddy saw the Boy glance at his hefty meat through the open door. His
wandering eyes instantly shot up to meet his Father's and his face flushed.

"Here you go sir," he said, trying to maintain his image of nonchalant
sarcasm.

"Thank you," Daddy responded, too tired to try and fight him on his
attitude.

Daddy was about to close to door to dry himself off but the Boy looked like
he wanted to say something. Before an utterance could escape the Boy's
mouth Daddy cut him off, "Something you need?"

"I...um...was wondering if I could borrow the...uh...the car tonight?" The
Boy asked nervously.

"Where are you going?"

"Just the movies with some friends."

"So let me get this straight. The first thing you do when you get home is
give me attitude and I'm supposed to let you borrow my car?" Daddy asked
indignantly.

"What attitude?"

"Don't play stupid you know what I'm talking about."

"I came hom and I was tired and I just wanted to take a nap."

"Oh really, take a nap?" Daddy said sarcastically, "Is that what you were
doing?"

The Boy blushed at the implication and looked away indignantly.

"Yeah you just woke me up," he said stubbornly.

"I'm sure," Daddy responded with heavy skepticism. "Fine, go ahead, if
it'll get you to leave your room for once."

The Boy's face lit up, but before he could say thank you his Father cut him
off, "But only under two conditions; first, you're going to finish working
on what I started out back; second, you're going to be back before midnight
tonight, understand?"

The Boy nodded his agreement and tossed a quick, "Thanks Dad," over his
shoulder before darting back into his room.

Daddy sighed, closed the door, and finished drying off with the fresh
towel. And once again his cock stiffened at the attention it got as he
dried off his balls. Positioned with his cock parallel to the bathroom
mirror, a hairy arm flexed and a heavy mitt attempted to wrap around the
base of his cock but his fingertips couldn't quite make contact. The hand
gripped tighter with the pressure building up deep in his crotch almost too
much to bear. But he decided to save that for later and released his grip
to move his hands up and rub his furry belly. A deep inhale expanded his
massive chest; a deep sigh saw it recede; his cock took the moment to relax
and return to its flaccid state.

In returning to the world fully clothed, Daddy elected to wear another
tank-top with a pair of soft cotton shorts, commando style. Through the
thin fabric of the shorts there was little left to the imagination; his
cock, even while flaccid, formed a thick snake that leaned into his left
thigh and his balls formed a plum shaped lump that split the crotch
seam. Now comfortable, Daddy stepped out of the master bedroom and
retrieved his Son so that he could explain to him what he needed to finish
in the backyard. The Boy had been helping his Father intermittently during
the summer with some of Dad's projects so he didn't need much instruction
and after some muted complaints the Boy got to work.

While the Boy toiled, Daddy took the opportunity to relax on the back
porch, sip a beer, and read his book. And though the book was one of his
favorites, Daddy couldn't quite focus on the pages and constantly found his
eyes wandering up the pages to where the Boy worked in the bright July
sun. He couldn't help but appraise the Boy's tight physique: every muscle
wound tightly around his frame like a thousand coiled snakes under the
unblemished surface of his skin. When he would stand with his head high he
seemed almost Hellenic in appearance, if not for the distinctive features
of his face. A unique mix of Italian and Greek from his Father's side and
pure-bred Korean from his Mother's, the Boy's visage betrayed his exotic
mix of origins. His wide toothy smile was the only feature he distinctly
shared with his Father; everything else -- from his bright almond shaped
eyes to his straight dark hair -- came from his mother.

The job Daddy gave him had the Boy bending over often, something Daddy
certainly came to appreciate in his observations. Every time the Boy bent
over, his shorts -- since changed into a pair of cut off jean shorts --
hugged his round cheeks and in those moments thoughts of grabbing a handful
of that ass intruded Daddy's mind; thoughts he dismissed -- like those from
earlier -- as being a product of insufficient tactile stimulation. He found
himself staring at his Boy's body quite often and most of the time Daddy
would catch himself and simply return to his book or beer, but sometimes
the Boy would look up and catch his wandering eyes. So that the Boy
wouldn't think he was staring, Daddy would make a comment about him working
hard or tell him he should do something differently.

What Daddy didn't notice was the Boy staring back at him in the moments he
was actually reading. Bright young eyes intently focused on the pair of
hefty mounds nestled in between his Father's massive, hairy
thighs. Thoughts of planting his face between those thighs had to be
abandoned for the sake of preventing an embarrassing boner from making an
appearance as he worked. And so the two went on like horny boats passing in
the night.

After an hour of work the Boy finished what was left for the day. Daddy
cooked up dinner on the grill and as they ate he noticed the Boy looking at
him repeatedly, but saying nothing.

In a moment of horny inspiration the Boy purposefully dropped his fork on
the floor. While he was on his hands and knees he took in the incredible
view of his Father?s crotch; Dad's large balls formed huge mounds at the
base of his crotch while his cock snaked along the side of his leg. His
face mere feet away it took everything for the Boy not to reach out and
caress his Dad's bulge. As he returned to his seat, he shifted nervously
hoping his Father wouldn't notice his hard boy-cock tenting in his shorts.

After dinner was finished and Daddy was satisfied the Boy had done enough
work for the day, he gave his SOn permission to take the car and with a
quick goodbye he was out the door. With the house empty for the next few
hours, Daddy took the opportunity to relax on the couch with his thick cock
hanging out. His cock engorged as he browsed the porn he had saved on his
phone, but his mind kept wandering off while his hairy mitt worked on his
man meat. None of the usual images were working and he decided he was
simply too tired and gave up. Out of curiosity, Daddy sat down at the Boy's
desk and opened the laptop. Wanting to know what it was that kept the kid
locked up in his room all day, Daddy opened the web browser and was
immediately greeted with the last page the Boy had open. It was a video
which automatically started playing; it was porn, which wasn't surprising,
but what was surprising was the fact that it was gay porn! Daddy had
suspected his Son was gay, considering his good looks and chronic lack of a
girlfriend, but now he knew for certain. After the initial shock of
realizing it was gay porn he was looking at, Daddy realized it wasn't the
kind of gay porn he would have expected; what he saw on the screen was what
appeared to be a rather large, hairy, older man --some kind of 'daddy bear'
according to the title of the video -- fucking the brains out of a skinny
kid who looked barely a day over eighteen.

Daddy knew he should simply close the tab, shut the laptop, and pretend he
never saw anything, but part morbid fascination and part arousal kept him
from doing that. As he watched close-ups of the young man's face -- with an
uncanny similarity to his own Son -- moaning in pleasure and pain while the
large bear focused on slamming his cock deeper into the kid's ass, that
morbid fascination was quickly replaced with pure arousal and soon enough
he could feel a strain in his crotch. When he pulled his cock out he
realized just how turned on he was upon seeing the large, wet pre-cum stain
on his underwear. Unable to ignore the pressure building up in his big bull
balls, Daddy sat back in the chair and started stroking his cock to the
video.  First he imagined it was him fucking that young man's ass, but that
image was quickly replaced with that of his own Son. His cock instantly
responded with more pre-cum dribbling from the head, the video forgotten as
Daddy closed his eyes and his imagination took over.


**The Boy is naked bent over the couch, his tight bubble ass laid bare for
Daddy to use, and use it he does. He sinks his cock into the Boy's tight,
virgin hole and continually rams it into the Boy's body. The Boy is moaning
into the pillow and his hands are desperately trying to hold onto something
but Daddy's pounding is relentless. He can feel the Boy's tight hole
wrapped around his cock as he forces himself deeper with every powerful
thrust. The Boy starts to push himself up onto his elbows but with one hand
Daddy smacks the Boy's smooth ass cheek and with the other he presses down
onto the Boy's back right between his shoulder blades to keep him in
place. Another sharp slap and the Boy cries out as his already tight hole
squeezes onto Daddy's cock even harder in response. Every thrust brings
Daddy closer to the edge; every muffled groan from his Boy's throat brings
him closer to the edge; every squeeze of his Boy's hole around his cock
brings him closer to the edge. But it's his Son begging him to shoot his
load deep into his virgin ass -- to paint his insides white with his
Father's DNA -- that pushes Daddy over the brink.**

A deep growl escaped his throat as jets of thick, white cum shot out of the
head of Daddy's cock and landed everywhere between his beard and his
belly. With every shot from his cock, waves of ecstasy drowned his
senses. Arms dropped to his side; head lolled over the back of the chair;
Daddy felt like his body was both electrified and sedated at the same
time. He breathed heavily as the waves of his self-gifted pleasure quickly
subsided and became replaced by the sense of absolute clarity that follows
every masturbatory release.

First, realizing he was covered in cum, Daddy looked for a box of tissues,
but -- much to his surprise and frustration -- there were none to be
found. Instead he grabbed the closest available substitute, a pair of
underwear sitting on the floor by the foot of the desk, and with it he
wiped the cum off his chest. Next, remembering that he was in his Son's
room, Daddy threw the noticeably cum-stained underwear to the other side of
the bed to disappear in the mess. He closed the tab in the browser -- the
video having been long finished -- and got up from the desk. Finally,
realizing what he just jerked off to, Daddy rubbed his face in his hands
and started to consider what to do with this development. He had jerked off
to gay porn many times before; attraction to men was nothing new to him,
but this time was different. As he stood there and pondered, his hand
scratched at his beard and he was surprised to find cum had landed in his
whiskers; he hadn't shot that far, or that much, in years.

After double-checking to make sure everything in the room was approximately
the same as the Boy had left it -- unmitigated chaos -- Daddy left the room
and headed back to the living room to watch some TV. As he absentmindedly
flipped through the channels, Daddy considered what had just
happened. First, he admitted his Son was gay and seemed to be partial to
large hairy men, a fact which was fairly easy to accept. Second, a slightly
harder pill to swallow, Daddy accepted the face that he wanted to fuck his
Son. Last, there was the possibility that his Son wanted the same
thing. Did the Boy imagine it was Daddy fucking him while he jerked off to
that video earlier today? He wasn't sure but he knew it was a possibility
worth pursuing considering the way his Son practically stared at his cock
earlier that day.

Knowing the tendency of virile young boys to do stupid and reckless things,
Daddy considered the possibility that the Boy might eventually go online to
get something a little more real than the videos he could find, if he
hadn?t done so already. Of course it better Daddy take care of his Boy and
teach him these things than some random old guy who might take advantage of
him, right? The thought of some other guy his own age or even older using
the Boy like that left Daddy determined to protect his Son.


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While Dad jerked off to the Boy's favorite porn video back home, the Boy
went to the movies with his friends. They got in almost an hour early
knowing there would be big lines to see the newest Avengers movie. The Boy
was pretty excited to see the movie, Marvel certainly knew how to make the
blockbusters flashy and fun, but throughout the whole movie and the rest of
the night his thoughts kept returning to hours earlier when he was back
home with Dad.

The Boy had initially planned to jerk off right after work, but Dad hopping
in the shower was too good of an opportunity to pass up.  The Boy knew Dad
liked to leave the shower curtain open just a little bit in the summer as
he showered; taking advantage of this, the Boy opened the bathroom door
just a crack and let his eyes soak in everything he could. At first his
Father faced away from the Boy's vantage point so all he saw was Dad's
broad, hairy back, which the Boy certainly did not mind, but that wasn't
what he was after. He had to wait as his Dad soaped up, but his patience
paid off when his Father turned and his hefty package came into full
view. He had seen it by that point multiple times from a few of these
voyeuristic scoutings over the past couple of weeks, but he got the same
excited rush each time. As soon as he glimpsed his Father's fat tube snake
the Boy scampered off to his room already hard to jerk off to the mental
snapshot he just took.

Cock already hard, the Boy laid down on his bed and pulled his lifeguarding
shorts down to reveal his hard cock. It wasn't nearly as thick as his
Father's, but it was longer and uncut. He pumped his hand up and down, his
cock-head slick with pre-cum, and let his imagination take over.

**His Father is standing over him rock hard while he lies on his back. Dad
grabs his legs just below the knees and guides his cock right into the
Boy's eager hole. Daddy's hips slam into his ass driving his cock deeper
while he leans down so that his belly hair rubs against the Boy's smooth
stomach. He leans down even further slowing down as he approaches release
and kisses the Boy passionately as he paints his Son's insides white. At
the same moment his Father's cock releases its first salvo the Boy reaches
his climax. **

Just as his fantasy ended the Boy's cock unloaded a jet of hot cum, arcing
over his body to land on the wall behind his head. All thoughts ceased as
endorphins drowned out his senses. But as soon as the pleasure of release
began, it quickly subsided and he realized he was covered in cum. Just as
he finished wiping the cum off his chest and face, the Boy barely heard his
Dad call, but couldn't hear it clearly. A second louder call confirmed it
was his Father. After carrying out his Father's errand, the Boy returned to
his room with the second image of Dad's cock dangling in the doorway seared
into his memory. But before he jerked off to the image, he thought about
the smirk on Dad's face when Dad caught him staring at his junk. He
considered the possibility that his Dad wanted him to see his cock through
the doorway which only heightened his second orgasm.

A huge explosion from the movie snapped the Boy out of his reverie and with
that came the realization that he was sitting in the movie theatre with his
hard cock straining against his jeans. The Boy decided it wasn't a good
time to get horny and focused on the movie until it ended. After the movie
finished, around 11:30 PM, one of his friends suggested they go to a local
diner for some late night grub, but the Boy remembered his Father's demand
that he return before midnight. Some playful teasing from his friends
followed him back to the car; he wanted to stay but didn't want to risk the
wrath of his Father.

Alone on his drive home, the Boy couldn't help but remember the image of
his Dad's cock peeking at him through the bathroom door and his Father's
smirk that came along with it; a question burned in the Boy's mind: did he
want me to see it? The Boy pulled into the driveway with just a few minutes
to spare. On his way to the kitchen for a snack, he passed by his Father
sitting in his chair in the living room reading his book, his reading
glasses sitting lightly on his face, the thin wire frames seemingly out of
place on his broad, handsome face. Dad checked his watch as he heard the
Boy walk in, looked up and greeted his Son.

"How was the movie?" He inquired.  "It was good," was the Boy's only reply,
before quickly darting into his room.

"Glad we had this conversation," Daddy called out sarcastically, annoyed
once again by the Boy's apparent allergy to normal conversation.

As the Boy walked away, Daddy appraised his Son over the rim of his glasses
and considered whether he should bring up his earlier discovery. But before
he could say anything more the Boy was in his room and Daddy elected to
wait; he still wasn't sure the Boy wanted him like that anyways. But seeing
his Son in his tight shorts that hugged his beautiful, round ass and toned
legs got Daddy excited again. With a grunt, he lifted himself from the
chair and headed to bed.

The Boy was already at his computer, hard cock in hand when he heard the
heavy footsteps of his Father pass by his room and down the hallway. The
video his Father had jerked off to only a few hours previously was
replaying on his screen; it was his favorite porn video precisely because
the top daddy looked just like his own Father. As the electricity in his
crotch made its way to the tip of his Boy cock, jets of hot cum shot out
and splattered all over his chest. A sigh of ecstatic release escaped his
chest before he recognized the mess he made, the second time that day.
Using a few tissues he managed to clean up most of the cum off his chest
but still felt the sticky residue.

On his way to the bathroom to clean off, the Boy noticed the door to the
master bedroom was left slightly ajar with a dim light illuminating a slice
of the dark hallway.  Curious and hopeful that he might see his Dad naked
again, the Boy silently crept up to the door. What he saw through the
sliver of the open doorway was better than he ever could have hoped. It was
his Father lying on his bed completely naked with his thick cock in his
right hand and a hard nipple in his left. Seeing his Father's hand wrapped
around his broad Daddy cock gave the Boy an instant hard on.

With his prick pitching a tent in his soft shorts, the Boy inched closer to
the sliver of light that gave view to his Father's masturbating. But when
his weight shifted, the hardwood floor betrayed his movements with a soft
creak; Daddy seemed to hesitate and his head shifted slightly toward the
door. Afraid of getting caught, the Boy retreated into the darkness of the
hallway expecting his Father to call him out, but no call came from the
door. Curiously, the Boy brought an eye to the open door and was pleasantly
surprised to see his Father continue stroking as if he hadn't heard
anything. Unable to resist, the Boy slid a hand into his shorts to pull at
his eager cock, beating it in unison with his Father who continued in his
own fantasy; in Dad's mind, images of his Son bouncing up and down on his
cock slowly brought him closer to release. The sight of his Father laying
back with his cock pointed up gave the Boy the same exact thought.

**Dad's cock is engorged; rock-hard and thicker than the Boy's slim wrist,
Daddy's cock slides in the Boy's hole as he plants his cheeks on his
Father's hairy thighs. The Boy starts rocking up and down on the thick
intruder; the head pressing against his prostate, driving him wild. Daddy
watches his Son ride his cock up until only the head is still inside him,
then all the way back down, every inch splitting his Boy's hole driving
Daddy crazy. Daddy wraps his hands around his Son's torso; his thumbs meet
just above the Boy's belly-button. With a firm grip, Daddy bounces the Boy
up and down on his man meat, using his hole like a fuck-toy; an animal in
heat with no care for the piece of meat he's using to get off. The Boy's
light frame is barely enough to strain his Father's arms and with the
complete loss of control he can only grab onto his Father's bulging biceps
to keep himself steady. Every bounce rams Dad's cock-head into the button
buried in his hole; in the flood of sensations, repeated moans of "Daddy"
are the only words the Boy can muster. Daddy's hole-ravaging fucking of his
Son quickly drives him to the brink of orgasm; a beefy hand moves from the
Boy's torso up onto his shoulder, pressing his hips down onto Daddy's legs
as Daddy fires off a salvo of his seed into his Son's waiting hole. As his
Father begins filling his Boy hole with his little brothers and sisters,
the Boy feels his Dad's already thick cock swell up even more with every
release. Feeling the hot cum spray his hole, the Boy shoots his load all
over his Father's hairy chest; with every spray of cum, the Boy's hole
squeezes even harder around Dad's meat. In response, Daddy drives his cock
even further in, sowing his seed deeper in his Son's hole.**

A deep groan rumbled from Daddy's chest; jets of pearly white cum shot into
the air above his belly forming a line in his thick fur like an pointing
back to its source. The sight of his Father's hot cum with the sound of his
pleasured growls sent pleasure coursing through the Boy's body, finding
release through the tip of his prick. With his left hand still wrapped
around his cock, the Boy had to grab hold of the door frame with his right
to keep steady as pleasure engulfed his senses. Feeling as if he had
suddenly stood up after sitting for an eternity, the Boy took a few breaths
to regain his senses. He finally completed his journey to the bathroom,
careful not to agitate the floorboards as he stepped away.


Later that week, Daddy headed home early from work. Normally, he would pick
up the Boy from his lifeguarding job, but getting out early allowed him
some free time to get some errands done. But before anything else, Daddy
wanted to change and maybe even jerk off. The previous few days were crazy
at work and he always came home too tired to cum, which only fueled
hisdesires for the Boy. He remembered the other night when he thought he
heard his Son outside the door as he was jerking off. He didn't see him,
but Daddy could feel the Boy's eyes on him as he stroked, enhancing his
orgasm. Daddy knew he had to confront the Boy, the video and the Boy's
voyeurism confirmed it.

Differnt scenarios played out in his head -- from worst to best possible --
as Daddy entered the house and headed towards the master bedroom. But a
surprise sleeping in his bed derailed his train of thought. Unconscious and
naked, the Boy snored softly with his head rolled to the side, his arms
loosely folded across his chest. Gripped in his hand was a familiar piece
of cloth: it was the pair of underwear from the Boy's room Daddy had used
to clean up his cum days before. That night the Boy went to the movies
Daddy grabbed the cum-stained underwear from the Boy's room and used it to
clean up his second load that night. Daddy froze, unsure of his next
step. Should he wake the Boy up or leave the room and pretend like he
didn't see anything? It seemed the perfect opportunity to confront his Son
about his sexuality, but he also feared the Boy might simply die of
embarassment.

The Boy stirred and Daddy decided to spare him any shame and quietly backed
out of the door and nearly closed it, but left it open just enough to
watch. The Boy's snoring abated as he awoke from his slumber; a hand moved
down from his chest to his quickly hardening cock. The other hand brought
the underwear to his face, burying his nose in the cum-stained cloth. He
inhaled deeply from the cloth while stroking his now rock-hard cock.

Any doubts Daddy had of his Son's sexuality were immediately dashed as he
watched his Son jerk off in that moment. He was sure the Boy couldn't see
him from his hiding spot and continued watching. The Boy's hand pumped up
and down on his Boy cock; his body squirmed as he moaned into the
underwear, "Oh Dad fuck me please."

"Oh I will baby," Daddy thought to himself as his thick meat engorged and
pressed against the front of his pants.

Tensing as he neared climax with the rhythm of his strokes slowing, the
Boy's body shook as his load shot out from the tip of his cock. A seeming
endless stream of cum shot from the Boy's cock even though it was clear
this wasn't the first time he had jerked off today. Returning to reality,
the Boy lowered the underwear from his face and checked the clock.

Quietly, Daddy backed away from the door -- surprisingly dexterous for a
man of his size. But without a single creak of a floorboard Daddy was back
in the garage. He opened then shut the garage door again--hoping the Boy
would hear it this time--and was rewarded with the soft pattering of his
Son's footsteps upstairs. By the time he got upstairs, the Boy was in the
shower. Daddy changed out of his work clothes and on his way to the kitchen
the bathroom door opened suddenly, and the Boy stepped out with just a
towel around his waist.

"You're home early," Daddy said.

"Yeah, there was a storm so we had to close the beach," the Boy explained,
"my friend gave me a ride home."

"Well I was gonna go out get some shopping done if you wanted to tag
along."

As he talked Dad slowly inched himself closer to his Son, trapping him
between the Door and the imposing figure of his Dad in front ; the Boy
shifted, not making eye contact, trying to think of a reason to
refuse. Daddy always offered to bring his Son with him but the Boy always
declined.

"Uh well I was going to get some of my summer reading done," the Boy said,
still not making eye contact.

"Yeah, yeah I get it. Too cool to be seen hanging out with your old man."

"I gotta read like three books before the summer's over!"

Daddy chuckled and a meaty hand patted the Boy's shoulder.

"It's fine, I won't take it personally."

His hand sat on the Boy's shoulder for just a second too long; his grip
tightened for a moment, the Boy's taught muscle straining against his
Father's grip.

"Wow getting some muscle there aren't we? Been hitting the gym?" Daddy
asked.

"A little bit, yeah," the Boy replied.

Daddy smiled, "The girls at school must be throwing themselves at you."

"Um yeah I guess," the Boy said, visibly blushing; he wasn't used to
recieving praise like this.

Standing close, Dad appraised the Boy's exposed torso for another moment
before reliquishing his grip and a smiling gently.

"You really do look just like your mother you know. It's like you barely
got any of me in you at all," Dad joked.

Dad was wrong in thinking his Son's face couldn't turn any redder after the
first compliment. His face now the color of a tomato, the Boy smirked at
the double entendre he incorrectly assumed was unintentional.

"Thanks Dad," the Boy said, "can I go now? You?re kinda in the way."

Daddy sighed and pivoted to let his Son squeeze past; his eyes locked
firmly on the Boy's tight bubble butt walking away.

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Friday of that week Daddy decided to confront his Son, but the kid had
other plans. After dinner, the Boy asked to borrow the car again to go out
for the night. Figuring he could talk to the Boy after he came home, Daddy
agreed so long as the Boy was back before 11. While his Son was out, Daddy
borrowed the laptop from the Boy's room and looked at some of the other
videos the Boy enjoyed. His Son's tastes were very consistent: older men
fucking younger boys. Sometimes the situation was a teacher and a student;
other times it was a cop and a young perp. But the most common theme -- the
one that gave Daddy the quickest hard on -- was daddies fucking their
boys. Hard and ready to cum, Daddy had to stop himself from jerking off to
the hot videos. Daddy remembered some emails he needed to answer and phone
calls to make and set to work taking care of that before the Boy got home.

The curfew approached and Daddy couldn't help but worry; this wasn't
something he ever imagined doing and he still wasn't entirely sure how the
Boy would react. A glass of whiskey helped to soothe his nerves. But the
clock advanced past 11 and the Boy was nowhere to be seen. Daddy called his
cell phone but it immediately went to voicemail; any hint of nervousness
had been replaced with anger.

"That Boy knows the rules," he thought, "oh he's gonna get it." Another
glass of whiskey kept him occupied for the next hour before headlights
pierced through the blinds of the front windows. He couldn't even hear the
front door open; the Boy was adept at sneaking into the house,
apparently. Sneakily, the Boy entered the house and looked to go straight
to his room, but was frozen still by a gruff hello.

"Welcome back," Daddy said.

The Boy turned, ready to apologize and make up some excuse for why he was
late.

"Oh hey Dad, sorry I'm late we were out and-"

"I don't want to hear it," Dad said, getting out of his chair, "I said to
be home before eleven. Now tell me, what time is it?"

The Boy shurgged, "I dunno."

"You need to learn some fucking respect kid," Daddy stood up menacingly,
"you're out past curfew, and you don't answer when I call."

"I didn't get any call," the Boy said, trying to stand his ground, "aso I
don't get what the big deal is. I'm old enough to be out past midnight at
least! Mom was never this anal about anything."

Dad approached his Son; the Boy started moving towards his room.

"You stay right fucking there I'm not done with you," Daddy yelled. "I
don't care how old you are, you live under my roof now so you're going to
do what I say. If I say you're home before whenever, you better listen. Do
you understand?"

"Yeah, but-"

"You say you understand but then you still want to argue with me?"

"Well I just think it's a dumb rule. You know, everyone's always saying you
have to stand up for yourself and I'm doing that now," the Boy said,
recovering some of his composure. "You know we learned a quote in school,
'All that is required for the triumph of evil is for good men to do
nothing.' I'm just doing something."

The Boy straightened his back, but he still had to look up to meet his
Father's eyes; he thought he was clever, but Daddy was furious. He was
practically on top of the Boy now. A heavy hand grabbed the Boy's arm and
squeezed tightly.

"I'm gonna make you regret saying that," Daddy said, smiling menacingly and
with a tug, Daddy started walking toward his room, "Come on, let's go."

The smirk quickly faded from the Boy's face as he realized that his Dad was
serious and he was about to be seriously punished.

The Boy started, "What are you going to-"

"Every word that comes out of your mouth makes this a hundred times worse
for you," Daddy said, gripping tighter."

Daddy led the Boy into his room and sat on the bed with the Boy standing
and facing him.

"Pull down your pants," Daddy commanded.

"What?"

"Pull down your pants. Don't make me say it again."

The Boy sheepishly pulled his pants down; his face flushed bright red.

"I used to spank you when you were younger, but it looks like your mother
was a little to loose with you, looks like it's up to me to teach you some
respect," Daddy said, as he patted his thigh signalling to the Boy to get
in position, "Now get that ass over my knee, Boy."

Knowing there was no point in arguing or resisting the Boy assumed the
position over his Father's knees -- still wearing his underwear -- with his
ass presented perfectly for punishment. A rough hand rubbed the Boy's ass
gently before striking forcefully. The muffled sound of hand striking
clothed flesh was drowned out by the louder sound of the Boy's cry.  After
a few more muffled smacks Daddy decided the underwear was providing too
much protection and pulled the underwear off the Boy to reveal his smooth
bubble butt. Daddy wanted to take a handful of his Son's beautiful ass but
he had a punishment to . With a much sharper crack Dad?s palm struck bare
flesh, along with a louder cry of pain from the Boy.

"Ow, Dad please, I'm sorry!"

Without a word, Daddy stopped his beating to reach into the night stand and
from it produced a leather gag, centered by a bright red ball.

Daddy commanded, "Open your mouth."

"Dad plea-"

The Boy's plea was cut off by the red ball plugging his mouth as Daddy
clasped the leather around his Son's head. Satisfied that his Son would be
sufficiently quiet, Daddy resumed beating the Boy's ass without
mercy. Every smack wrought a spasm of pain through the Boy's body and he
squirmed in Daddy's grip. His hands flung up to protect his ass from the
beating but Dad easily handled both of the Boy's hands, gripping them
around the wrists with one hand while the other continued spanking,
verbally reprimanding his Son as he did.

"You think you can be a smart-ass huh? You think you don't have to listen
to me?"

The Boy shook his head in response.

"Are you sorry now?"

The Boy nodded in response.

"Good boy. Now I know you've been keep secrets from me," Daddy said as he
allowed the Boy's ass a reprieve, "I went on your laptop. I saw the porn
you've been watching."

The Boy turned his head towards his Father, his face struck by fear.

"Oh yes. I know what you're into faggot. You like big older men; they kinda
look like me, actually. You want me to fuck you don't ya Boy?"

The Boy shook his head and immediately regretted so when Daddy hit his ass
with an extremely painful smack.

"Don't lie to me, faggot! I know what you think about when you jerk off. I
saw you the other day in my room. I saw you jerking off in my bed. You know
it's pretty fucking rude to jerk off in someone else's bed without
permission. Did you ask my permission to jerk off in my bed?"

The Boy shook his head.

"Now you see this spanking isn't just for coming home late and being a
smart-ass. You kept secrets from me and you jerked off in my bed and this
is what you get."

At this point the Boy's ass was beet red; Daddy was sure his Son had
learned his lesson at that point. Daddy gently removed the gag from the
Boy's mouth and helped him up with his hands as the Boy's knees were
weak. Hands on his cheeks, softly rubbing them to ease the sting, the Boy
opened his mouth to speak, "Dad I-"

Daddy, still sitting on the bed, cut the Boy off, "I'm not done with you,
yet. Get in the shower."

The Boy still looked scared and sensing this Dad smiled warmly, "It's ok
now, you took your punishment well."

The Boy nodded and walked over to the bathroom with wobbly steps. Daddy
waited until he heard the shower running before following. After stripping,
he joined his Son in the shower slipping in behind him.

Turning, the Boy said, "Dad what are you doing?"

Without a word, Daddy wrapped a strong arm around the small of his Son's
back and pulled him close.

"I have a secret too," Daddy said, "when I saw the videos on your
laptop...and I saw what you wanted me to do to you...I realized I wanted
that too."

Daddy's other arm joined the first around the Boy's back and Daddy
effortlessly lifted him offthe floor. The two kissed under the hot water
with Daddy's brawny arms juxtaposed with the smooth lithe body they
held. One arm adjusted to grasp the Boy's still sore ass Daddy placed the
Boy back down and brought his other hand to grasp the other half of the
Boy's ass. With both hands full of his Son's butt, Daddy's tongue explored
the Boy's mouth while his beard scratched the Boy's smooth face. Both their
cocks grew in excitement, fleshy masts rubbing against another in the
heated downpour.

After an eternity under the shower spray, Daddy suspended their embrace to
turn the Boy around. He pushed on the Boy's shoulder and pulled on his
waist to bend him over, just enough to bring his hole right to Daddy's
cock. Daddy grasped his cock and teased his Son's hole, while the Boy
protested briefly. But Daddy assured him that he wasn't getting that quite
yet. Daddy had something else in mind. He exhaled and watched as a stream
of hot piss splashed against the Boy's hole. He maneuvered his cock up to
lead the stream up the Boy's back and the Boy moaned in response. After he
finished draining his bladder, Daddy let the Boy stand straight and grabbed
the soap before pulling the Boy close.

Daddy soaped his Son up and down, making sure to get a deep clean in every
inch of the Boy's body. A soapy sausage finger teased the Boy's hole before
pushing through. The Boy gasped and instinctively pushed back, grabbing his
Father tightly, but Daddy told him to relax.

"You're going to get something much bigger in there soon," Daddy said.

The finger probed the Boy's hole as he moaned in pleasure. A second finger,
then a third, penetrated the Boy's puckered cherry preparing his virgin ass
for Daddy's fat cock.

After he finished washing every inch of the Boy's body, Daddy let his Son
return the favor. The Boy worked over every inch of his Father's massive
body with steady admiration. He had dreamed of touching his Father like
this for so long and it was even better than he could have imagined. And
his Father's fat cock was thicker than he realized; the Boy couldn't even
fit his hand around the thickest part of Dad's cock -- and he could fit his
hand around his own wrist, meaning his Dad's cock was even thicker than his
wrist!

Daddy stepped out of the shower first and as he watched his Son dry himself
off, an idea popped into his head. The Boy looked up and saw his Dad
smiling as he bent over.

The Boy was confused, "What are you doin-," but it became clear what his
Dad's intentions were.

Daddy's shoulder pushed into the Boy's stomach and his arms grabbed the
Boy's legs as Daddy stood up. With his Son positioned comfortably on his
shoulder and his cock hard as a rock, Daddy walked them both over to the
bed.

The Boy yelled, "Hey put me down!"

Daddy responded with a punctuated slap on the Boy's ass.

"Oh I'll put you down all right," Daddy said, before throwing the Boy onto
the bed and quickly pouncing on top of him, his large fram completely
engulfing the Boy's smaller body. Daddy's beard tickled his Son as he
kissed and licked the soft skin of the Boy's neck as his Son's hands
pinched his hairy nipples.

The Boy's legs wrapped around his Father's back as Daddy rocked his hips
back and forth teasing the Boy?s hole with his cock. The Boy moaned into
his Father's ear, "Daddy fuck me please. Oh please Daddy."

Daddy growled in response, "You want your Father's cock do ya Boy?"

"Yes I need it Daddy."

"I don't believe you Boy. I want you to show me," Daddy replied as he moved
off of the Boy and repositioned himself so that he laid back with his head
against the pillows and his cock pointed to the ceiling.

"Come here and sit on my face, Boy," he said.

The Boy hesitated for a moment before quickly positioning himself so his
smooth butt hovered just above his Dad's face.

"That's it Boy, bring it here."

He carefully lowered himself onto his Dad's face and felt a warm, wet,
invader push its way into his virgin hole. Daddy had each hand grab a cheek
and pull them apart for easier access to his Son's pink fuck-hole. He had
eaten out pussy before but this was something completely different; the
taste was even better than he had imagined. He pushed his tongue deeper
into the Boy's tight virgin hole, aching to taste every inch. He pulled his
face out for just a moment to give the Boy a command, "Suck my cock, Boy."

The Boy obeyed and leaned over to bring his mouth over Daddy's cock. It was
his first time taking a man's cock and he let his instincts take over. A
tongue flashed out to lick the tip of Daddy's throbbing head and the
immediate response of Daddy's moaning and his cock jerking forward signaled
to the Boy that this was the right move. The Boy's tongue retreated from
the fat head to lick his lips as he parted them to swallow his Father's
meat. His hand grasped the shaft -- unable to fit around the whole of its
girth -- as his lips massaged the crown and his tongue teased the
piss-hole. His mouth was almost full with just the head but the Boy was
hungry for more and worked his mouth down the broad shaft; every inch
excited the Boy even further as he rocked his hips on his Father's face.

His Son's mouth was hot, but Daddy needed more. He picked the Boy up by his
sides and maneuvered him onto his back, legs splayed. Daddy positioned
himself between the Boy's legs and raised the Boy's ankles so they rested
on his broad shoulders. He looked his Son in the eyes and said, "This is
going to hurt, just for a bit, until you get used to it, but it will hurt
at first"

The Boy nodded his understanding. Daddy pushed his hips forward and brought
his cock to just touching the Boy's pink hole. With both cock and hole
still slick with spit, Daddy started to enter his Son. But as soon as
Daddy's cock started pushing through the Boy's tight ass-ring, he cried
out.

"Just relax baby it'll be ok," Daddy said, gently rubbing his Son's legs,
"once it?s inside you it won't hurt as much just breathe and let me in. If
it's too much just let me know."

The Boy nodded and tears forming in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't
ask to stop. His Father pushed his fat dick further in, stretching out his
cunt. Every inch of his Dad's cock penetrating him felt like a monster
snake invading his body; he was amazed at the girth of his Father's cock
and couldn't believe it could even fit inside of him.

The Boy breathed heavily trying to relax his whole body and especially his
hole, but the thick invader was unforgiving. His mind reeled as ecstasy and
pain overtook every other sense; the rest of the world ceased to be, the
only existence the Boy knew was the bed on which his Father's dick reamed
his hole.

Daddy watched his Son's face as he penetrated his tight cunt; he loved the
way the Boy's hole felt, the way it gripped onto his cock like he needed it
to survive. It took all of his willpower not to pin the Boy down and fuck
him like a piece of meat; Daddy restrained himself if only to ensure the
Boy enjoyed his first fuck. "After I train his hole to take my cock better
I can fuck him like that," he thought to himself.

With a smile Daddy looked down at his Boy and asked, "Do you like that?
Does Daddy's cock feel as good as you imagined it would?"

"Oh yes Daddy, oh I love your cock Daddy," the Boy said.

"That's right Boy, you want this cock every day don't you?" Daddy said.

"Yes Daddy please."

"Mmm well maybe if you're good," Daddy said, accentuating this point with a
sudden thrust, "I may give it to you."

"I'll be good Daddy I promise," the Boy whimpered.

"Good Boy," Daddy said smiling. "Does it still hurt?"

With his eyes closed the Boy shook his head and said, "No. I'm good Dad."

"You're such a good Boy," Daddy said and pulled his cock out leaving just
the head planted in the Boy's hole. Leaning back, Daddy spat down on his
cock to provide a little more lube for the Boy's hole as he was getting
ready to really pound it. He pushed his cock back in, loving the feel of
every inch of his Son's cunt gripping his cock for dear life. The Boy
moaned in response, finally opening his eyes to look at his Father's
face. His eyes drilled into the Boy as his hips rocked back and forth at a
steadily increasing pace.

The Boy?s hand moved down to his dripping cock and started pumping his boy
cock to the rhythm of his Father's pounding. Daddy let go of his Son's legs
to wrap them around his hips; he leaned forward and placed his hands on the
bed to steady himself before leaning down, slowing the pace of his fucking
to place a passionate kiss on his Boy's lips. The Boy let go of his cock to
wrap his arms around his Father's chest as they kissed deeply. Daddy wanted
nothing more than to keep fucking his Boy for hours but the pressure
building up inside his balls was demanding release and he didn't want to
stop for even a moment; he pulled his face away just barely.

"I'm gonna cum, Boy," he growled.

"Me too, Dad," his Son replied. "Are you gonna breed me, Dad?"

"Oh yea, Son - fuck yea!" The "yea" was accented as the Boy pulled at
Daddy?s nipples. The mixed sensations were too much for Daddy to handle:
the tight grip of his Son's hole around his cock, the soft moans he was
pounding out of the Boy's throat, and the electrifying pinch of his Son
playing with his nipples.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum - unghh - fuck yeah, Boy!"

"Yes Daddy cum inside of me - please Daddy!"

Daddy's pounding slowed as his cock swelled in his Son's pussy; his bull
balls pulled tight around the base of his cock as it fired its opening
salvo. His warm spunk filled his Son's eager hole, painting his insides
white with cum.

The sensation of his Father's engorged cock filling his pussy brought the
Boy to orgasm as he pounded his cock, releasing his load onto his smooth
chest.

Feeling his Son's hole tighten as he shot his Boy load extended Daddy's own
orgasm; Father and Son cumming together on the Father's bed. Breathing
heavily, sweat dripped down from Daddy?s forehead onto his Son's chest.

After a few moments of silence, they both moved as if just awakening from a
dream. Daddy still had his cock in his Son's hole, but it slowly
deflated. Gently, he pulled his cock out, then grabbed the Boy's leg and
moved it to his side so he could lie down next to his Son. Sweaty and
exhausted, they laid in bed with the Boy nestled in Daddy's arms.

Dad's heartbeat drummed against the Boy's back, lulling him to sleep. The
Boy awoke to the pressure of Dad's cock pressing against his hole. The Boy
initially tensed, fearing the penetration would hurt like before, but his
hole was still loose and slick with cum and Daddy's cock slid right inside.

Still laying on his side, the Boy let Daddy take over; Daddy's arms held
the Boy tight as they made love. Still drowsy, the Boy moaned softly,
begging his Father to breed him again.
 Wordlessly, Daddy shifted and rolled with his cock planted firmly in the
Boy's ass to reposition him, face down on the bed. A beefy arm moved from
its position holding the Boy's chest to cover his mouth.

Daddy's slow love making quickly turned into a rough pounding as his hips
jack-hammered his cock into his Son's tight cunt. Wide awake now, the Boy
moaned deeply into the palm of his Father's hand. It was as if there was a
button in his hole that electrified him with every press, and his Father?s
fat cock-head was pressing it furiously. With every powerful thrust, the
Boy responded with a moan. His young Boy cock was pressed up flat against
his stomach, sandwiched between his body and the bed sheets and it was
quickly forming a pool of pre-cum under him. Suddenly, Daddy stopped his
fucking and pulled his cock out; the hand he had around the Boy's mouth
retreated and the Boy felt his Dad's fingers penetrate his hole. Dad's fat
sausage fingers fucked his hole briefly before being replaced by his cock
once more.

Resuming his position on top of his Son, Daddy brought his hand back to the
Boy's mouth, and placed two fingers in the Boy's mouth. The Boy sucked at
them eagerly, imagining he was sucking on his Father's cock.

"Fuck yeah you like that Son?" Daddy growled into the Boy's ear, "You like
tasting your hole and my cum?"

The Boy could only nod with a muted "Mm-hmm" in response.

"That's right, you love your Dad's cock, don't you Son?"

Another "Mm-hmm."

"You want this every day now don?t you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Good. You're gonna be my little boy-wife now. Do you understand?"

Just a nod in response.

"That means if you want this cock you're gonna do everything I say: your
chores, your homework, no more attitude. Understood?"

The Boy nodded. Daddy pulled his fingers out from the Boy's mouth.

"Now say 'Yes Sir' That's how you're going to talk to me from now on, with
respect. It's either 'Yes Sir' or 'Yes Dad.' Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," the Boy replied meekly, still straining from the cock reaming
his pussy.

"I want to make sure you understand. Tell me how you're going to start
behaving?" Daddy demanded.

"I'll be a good Boy. I'll do my chores...unh...I'll do my
homework..and...no more attitude...hnggg...Daddy please breed me!" The Boy
pleaded for his Daddy's seed like his life depended on it.

"That's right Boy, who owns you?"

"You do, Dad."

"And you're gonna be my little boy-wife?"

"Yes Daddy!"

"Fuck. Yeah. Boy!"

Dad accented every word with a powerful thrust, his thick cock swelling as
his cum unloaded into the Boy's pussy. The Boy's cock strained against the
bed desperate to let its own load free.  With a loud groan, Daddy finished
depositing his DNA into his Son's cunt, leaving the Boy's insides filled
with cum. With one arm wrapped tightly around the Boy's chest, he rolled
over and used his free hand to start jerking his Son's cock. The warmth of
his Father's load in his hole along with his Dad's meaty hand around his
little Boy cock sent him over the edge. His Boy load shot out far across
the bed, some of it going beyond and hitting the floor.

Daddy held him tightly still, kissing the back of the Boy's neck softly
while rocking his still-hard cock back and forth in the Boy's well-fucked
hole.

Two syllables from the Boy's mouth broke the silence, "Daddy?"

"Mmmm?" Daddy responded, still covering the Boy's neck with gentle kisses.

"Are we really gonna...you know...do this all the time now? Like you said?"
The Boy asked.

Daddy stopped rocking his hips as his cock turned flaccid and slipped out
of his Son's ass.

"That depends...do you want to?"

The Boy rolled so that he could face his Father, his hands curled into his
small frame with his fingers running through the jungle of chest hair that
enveloped his Father's chest.

"Of course I do...I've actually wanted this for a while."

"How long?"

"Since I moved back in with you...I knew I liked big guys before that, but
then being around you so much and you're just my type...but you're also my
Dad so it was weird. I didn't want to admit it for a long time...not
exactly normal to want to fuck your Father," the Boy laughed nervously.

"No, it isn't. You know, you can't tell anyone about this."

"If anyone finds out about this...they wouldn't understand," Daddy reminded
him with a sober look, "They would take you away from me."

The Boy frowned indignantly and said, "Dad, I'm not stupid! I'd never let
that happen."

"That's a good Boy," Daddy said smiling.

Their lips met in the dark; Daddy's tongue probed the Boy's mouth while his
free hand wandered down to grab a handful of ass-cheek. After a few moments
Daddy broke the kiss

"We're both drenched so I'm gonna open a window. How about you hop in the
shower, I?ll be right behind you."

"Yes Dad. But you're gonna have to let go of me first," the Boy said with a
chuckle.

"Mmmm yes just one second."

The sharp crack of hand meeting soft flesh echoed down the hall as Daddy's
hand slapped the Boy's ass-cheek while he was removing himself from the
bed.

"Ow! What was that for?" The Boy asked.

Dad leaned over and grabbed his Son's hair roughly.

"Because I wanted to," Daddy said, "And from now on, you ask me permission
to ask a question. Understood?"

"Yes," the Boy said indignantly.

"Yes, what Boy?" The "what" was accented by a jerk of the Boy's head to
bring his face closer to Daddy's.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good Boy," Daddy smiled and after a brief kiss let the Boy's head free.

With a nighttime breeze coming in through the open windows, Daddy stepped
into the shower with his Son. The Boy was lathering up, but Daddy stopped
him with a kiss, holding his Son tightly. Moments passed under the shower
spray before Daddy broke their kiss to look at his Boy.

"I love you, you know," Daddy said.

"I know," the Boy replied blushing.

"And?"

"And...what?" The Boy asked, apparently not having learned anything from
the past few beatings.

"Oh you little-" Daddy said as he grabbed the Boy with one arm and spanked
the Boy's ass with the other.

"Ow! Ow! Ah!" The Boy yelped, "Ok, I?m sorry, I?m sorry Dad! Ow! Please!"

After a few more good smacks Daddy let him go.

"You were saying?" Daddy asked, giving him one last chance.

With a sigh, the Boy conceded, "I love you too, Dad."

Daddy smiled as he held his Son, "Good Boy."