Fathers Duties Never End Part 5
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This is a story of punishment which involves sex between father and son. If such things offend you, are illegal to read in your territory, or you just don't like it, then please click away now. If not, then please carry on and enjoy.
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Chapter 5
Rex opened the door; he had forced his hard cock back into the confines of his jeans and still wore his team's jersey. "Osc!" he said with surprise, delivering the abbreviation of his friend's name as usual. Stood on the doorstep of his house was a friend who had some thirty minutes or more left the house. He had doubled back on himself, with a sinking feeling in his gut Rex continued.
"What are you doing..?" "Forgot my phone", Oscar broke in. Half a head lower than Rex, he looked up at the other man. "Can I go get it?" he asked in what he thought was an innocent-sounding voice. "of course," Rex said, moving to one side but blocking the hallway down to the den. Oscar moved into the house, and towards the lounge, Rex walked casually or what he thought was a casual manner behind Oscar. His mind was racing back to the events of the evening he thought drunkenly he had confessed to Oscar about fucking Hayden. He had told him that after being arrested, he had given Hayden a hiding. Oscar had agreed it was a good thing. Since that night, he thought Oscar had alluded to the notion that more had happened, and Rex had been the one to tell him. "Where is Hay?" Asked Oscar. "Huh!" replied Rex, drawn out of his worrying thoughts. "Hayden, your son, where is he?" Oscar repeated slowly, almost mocking. "Home" Rex lied. "His car is still here" Oscar quizzed. "he was drinking", Rex replied, thinking quickly. "Yeah, not 'nough," Oscar said the thought out loud. "Better safe than sorry," Rex added. Hoping he had covered well. "Got it!" said Oscar as he dug around the back of the cushions. "Good," Rex said, moving back to show Oscar the door. "another!" Oscar said, moving to the fridge. "nah" Replied Rex. Oscar having opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles, returned one and opened his own. This was not unusual behaviour for the trio, and Rex had a hard time trying to excuse his unwillingness. "You mind grabbing to go. I just got to get on." " 'nd do what?" Oscar asked with a chuckle. "Just stuff," Rex answered vaguely. "dude!" Oscar looked offended. "Stuff can wait; you know what it's like for me back home" "Yeah, why then drink so much? Dude!" Rex shot back. Oscar looked upset as he looked at his friend, "It's the only release I have you and Hugh." "Yeah, I know", Rex said, gesturing for Oscar to pull him out a beer.
Tied to the pool table, Hayden could hear the voices and conversation that developed between the two friends. It was not clear, but words got back to him. He pulled at the ropes, however, they were tight and secure, and Hayden knew he had nothing else to do but lie there, feeling the pain in his ass subside and the thrill of the drama between father and son dissipate.
Oscar reached for a second beer the two had stood and perched on the back of the couch talking.
"Man, I need to get on," Rex said, standing. "You mind?" he asked, gesturing towards the door. "Hayden's here", Oscar said. As a matter of fact, the beer top-up made him more forward. "Told you he's home." "That's a pricey cab", Oscar said. "Yeah!" sighed Rex. "You're doing it again", Oscar said, not accepting Rex's lie. "Doing what?" Rex tried to sound innocent. "You have strapped down to the pool table," Oscar said with excitement. Rex's heart skipped a beat and quickened. He was caught, and the whole thing was going to come out; Oscar was going to think him some sick fuck case. Rex heard the words but not the tone Oscar used. "Osc, that was a one-time thing", he added, holding up his free hand and waving it to dismiss the allegation. "Rex, I have known you since you were a sophomore; I know when you are lying," Oscar replied, looking at Rex as he flushed a little. "Look, I am not lying", Rex said. "Honest", he added, his voice pitching a little. "Then Hay went in the cab in his boxers?" "What?" Questioned Rex. "His pants are on the floor", Oscar said, gesturing with his head as he popped open the beer and took a swig to hide the Cheshire cat smile. His mouth was open, and Rex tried to reply but was caught. "You got him tied down?" Oscar said more than asked. "Fuck man, that is so hot", he added, rubbing his own hand lightly over his crotch. "Tied down ass up, how red's his ass?" he asked. "Let me see?" "No!" Rex said definitively. He had been caught in a lie, but he was not going to have the sanctuary of what Hayden and he did disturb. It was nothing against Oscar, but this was a father-son moment he felt. Oscar would not understand only having had daughters, Rex thought. "Rex, I just caught you in a lie, and you won't even show me?" Oscar asked, almost pouting. "In college, we shared everything. Man, when I was a senior, did I not share that pledge, let you work him over good." He said, "Saved you from marrying that bitch cow." He added. "Come on".
Rex wavered and rocked back on his heels; he wore no socks. Another sign Oscar had picked up on when he came into the house. Seizing the advantage and knowing Rex saw honour as still a virtue, Oscar pressed his point. Moving in close to his friend. "Remember that time you and I got hold of that guy out of the truck stop and took him to the motel? He probably could not have walked once we finished with him. Best fucking time beating and fucking him" His tone was low, making it almost confessional. Rex looked at his friend, the memory of over a dozen times they had gone out on a prowl before they both got married and had kids. Rex thought Oscar still went out now and then but had never asked. The thought of watching a man deliver a belt or cane across Hayden sent the blood rushing back to his cock.
"Just let me see; he made you lie to me" Oscar applied the last piece of pressure. Hayden had made Rex lie. That was a crime punishable, and who better to serve the punishment than the person who had suffered from the lie? As his brain made the quick leap from no to yes, his cock was now firmly in the driving seat. Rex's heart beat quicker as he looked into his friend's eyes. "Follow me," Rex said in an ominous tone meant for his son. Almost skipping, Oscar followed his friend towards the den, passing Hayden's discarded clothing lying on the ground. Hayden had not heard the door, but footsteps were now returning to the room. "Hey, Hay", Oscar announced himself into the room, following Rex down the steps into
In the game room, he let out a low whistle when he saw what was before him.
The far table legs had a rope around them in a large loop. The rope extended from Hayden's bound hands led up the table and secured to the rope which ran between the far pool table legs, holding him taught to the table; there was little flex in the rope as Hayden lay over the felt. His head fitted perfectly between his arms, and the forehead could rest on the forearms. His body was beautiful to see; he had a string of tattoos down his flank and a regimental badge on his right upper arm. His feet were tied to the other legs, his butt in the air as it was bent over the edge of the table. All the muscles were on a clear show, and Oscar felt a little self-conscious. He was in no physical form like Hayden. Moving down the table, Rex went around the other side, groping and correcting himself through his jeans.
"Hey, Mr Joxil," Hayden said in a charming, polite way, as though being strapped to his father's pool table was nothing out of the ordinary. "Yeah," Oscar said, his hand unconsciously drifting to his groin and rubbing a hardening cock. His eyes were taking in the perfect form before him. The cock sucker that Hayden was, he noticed the gesture straight away. Since before he became a man, he had always thought that Mr Joxile had taken more than an appreciative look at him. The man would look at Hayden; in a way, Hayden knew that meant he was mentally undressing him. Well, now he no longer has to imagine. Coming around the back, Oscar looked at the butt and legs. Standing on the balls of his feet, Hayden's legs extended and showed off the calf muscle, a well-used and worked muscle on Hayden. The lad was an impressive sight. His lightly fuzzy butt on full display had a lovely pink hue to it. Across the centre was a red strap mark, deeper colour lines ran across the butt. "Impressive," Oscar said in a low voice "How many?" "Twelve. Mr Joxil" Hayden said.
Rex took his son's head in his hand and looked him in the eyes. The two exchanged a conversation. Rex asking his son for permission to continue with Mr Joxil. Hayden agreed, his own hardening cock was not visible to the two men as his heart rate increased.
"You missed some crimes," Rex said. Letting go of his son's chin. Oscar looked up, thinking he was being addressed. He had missed the entire non-verbal conversation Rex and Hayden had had. "No, Dad. I called them out." Hayden played the role well, adding a bratty tone to his voice. "Now you contradict your father", Rex said, moving forward, his tone became deeper. "No, but I called them out. [Number of crimes] crimes" "Nine, you left your pants on the floor, and then you made me lie to a friend" The performance worked as Rex spoke, he looked at Oscar, who was no longer hiding the fact he was stroking his cock through his pants. "But...but..." Hayden said. "But.. But what!" mocked Rex. "Sorry, Osc I should have realised this whore would have been more trouble." As he spoke the words, his cock jolted in their denim and cotton prison. Oscar, for once, was near speechless, unsure of what was meant to be going on and the drama of the scene being played out before him. "You want to instil the ten blows for the lying." Before the sentence was out, Oscar had responded. "YES!" Oscar declared. Rex smirked and picked up the belt. "Put the beer down." Rex said, "You remember from college?" "We did not use belts in college", Oscar said, confused. Then, seeing Rex's face answered
"Yes. He paused, "of course", moving back and getting a feel for the belt, swooshing it through the air and then striking the side of the table. The loud crack made both Rex and Hayden jump. Rex took a swig of Oscar's beer and stood back; his cock thickened as Oscar lined up and flung out his arm, the appendage moving through the air, dragging the belt with it, until the leather strap fell across the buttocks making a slapping noise as a diagonal mark appeared and the looped leather cracked together. Hayden jerked forward the blow, only crossing some of that which his dad had delivered. He grimaced and counted out. Having had a long break from a beating, his butt had become more sensitive, it felt.
"One. Thank you, Mr Joxil"
Oscar's cock pushed out the front of his jeans, his blood pumping and the excitement up. He quickly raised his arm up and brought it back down. This time, the leather struck across the top of Hayden's buttocks, missing any of the spots which had previously been struck. The new pain in a new location made Hayden flinch and wince a little. "Two thank you, Mr Joxil", he added, turning his head to see Oscar grin. Giving Hayden no time to rest, the belt came down again, and Hayden called out, "Three, thank you.." the fourth blow came down.
From his spot to one side drinking the beer, Rex saw the wild strokes of Oscar going to speak but stepped back as the leather flew into the air, and another blow was set to come down.
Five, six and seven came quickly. "Osc.." Rex tried to interject. The eight crossed the top of Hayden's thighs, and he yelped. Rex stepped in. "Oscar", Rex bellowed, although the room was silent apart from Hayden's calling of blows and the slap of leather and flesh. His fatherly nature and duty taking over. Oscar looked at his friend. Worried the yelp from the man's son was about to end everything. "Look, you are swinging widely. You need to line up and place each blow on top of the other. " Rex added. Holding out his hand, Rex received the belt and handed Oscar the beer. "Once you have balanced yourself" Rex explained, he talked about eyeing up the location to strike. "Use these marks", he said, pointing to the ones across the middle of the butt. "I was aiming there," Oscar said. "And missing" Hayden chimed in cheekily. Whack! Came the belt as Rex expertly landed the belt across the marks. Hayden flinched but smiled. Whack! Came another blow. "Is that any way to speak to an Mr Joxil?" Rex spoke in a stern tone forcing the last word. "No, Dad, Sorry, Mr Joxil", Hayden added, not trying to hide his grin. From Hayden's perspective, the night could not be going better; a hard spanking was being inflicted on him, he had his father back where he wanted him to be, that force power he had craved and lost when mum died, to be replaced by the officers in the army who gave him rules discipline and cock. Whilst Hayden reflected on the times he would be snuck into a location on base or off base to some motel nearby and used. The first time in a bar he had been spanked as something sexual; his cock got hard again and rubbed against the wood. Rex was giving instructions to Oscar, advising him on where to stand and how to swing the belt. The impact on his backside drew Hayden out of his revelry as the belt came down. "Let him reset. You do this so that you can land a blow again. If you just hack away, you create lots of noise and marks but do not inflict the discipline needed." Smack came the belt again as Oscar let Hayden reset. "nine, thank you, Mr Joxil", Hayden picked up. "These are practices, Hayden", Rex said. Hayden turned his head to look at his father, who was just out of shot from being fully visible, but Hayden saw he was out of his pants again. Turning his head the other way, he winced as another blow landed on his butt. "See, you are getting there", Rex said like a schoolmaster. "Yeah, I get it," Oscar said, "no sons" he added as though it was normal for a grown man to be tied down while his father taught another how to spank him. Even if Hayden was a teenager (the last time he was spanked by his father, excluding the recent events), this would not have been considered normal as the three of them chose to act in the moment. "Ok, got it", Oscar said, looking at Rex, expecting to hand the belt back. "Give the ten ago again," Rex said. As the first blow landed on his butt, Hayden lurched forward. "You forgot to thank Mr Joxil for the punishment, Hayden; I raised you better." "Sorry, Dad. " Hayden said, lowering his legs and softening his muscles. Smack came the leather on his butt. "Two. Thank you, Mr Joxil." "NO!" came the deep, stern voice. "From the beginning, Hayden, you know this." Resting back and pushing his butt back, the third strike landed, and Hayden began counting from one.
His father walked past his thick hard cock leading the way as he strolled out of the room. Rex returned as Hayden counted out number five through gritted teeth and a wince; he had in one hand two beers, the caps pulled off. Rex nodded to Oscar, who paused, allowing Hayden to rest his head on his arms as his butt cheeks expelled heat from the pain he was feeling. Oscar took a large sip.
"This is thirsty work", Oscar joked before setting himself back and returning to belting Hayden's behind. By the time Hayden counted Ten, he was struggling to handle the pain. Water developed in his eyes, and he nearly gargled out the last number and thank you as he tried to bring some control to what he was feeling and bear the pain.
Oscar gave the belt to Rex and began to drink his beer. Rex put the belt back on the table and ran his hand over his son's back. Beads of sweat had been forced out of his pours as the blows on his backside heated up his body, the blood flushing around his veins. The back of his hair was wet, and Rex ran his finger into it and clenched a fist full, pulling Hayden up and looking him in the eye. The tenderness lost and forgotten in the moment.
"Enjoying yourself still?" He asked in mock amusement. "Good boy," he said, letting go of Hayden, his son, never replying. He knew his the son could take more; however, before getting his swing on and unleashing it on Hayden, he felt like he needed to at least check in.
"What's next?" Oscar said, as excited as a schoolboy being given a puppy.