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Fathers Duties Never End Part 6
"Drop your pants," Rex said, and Oscar looked at his friend, worried. Then, taking in his friend, Oscar saw that Rex had at some point shed his jeans and wore his boxers, which were pitching a tent.
Oscar did as he was told and dropped his pants, leaving his boxers and top on. Oscar was conscious that he could not compete with the physics on display. Rex was your typical man's man, with a thick carpet of chest hair physic that showed he liked beer and ice cream but muscles in his arms and legs that showed you he worked out.
Whilst Oscar set about removing his pants, Rex walked up and collected a cane from the top of the table, making it clearly visible to Hayden, who watched Rex's every move, the bobbing of his father's cock leading him up and down the table, spit filled his mouth as his thoughts turned to that appendage and what it can do. For Rex, his heart was racing, and his mind was running along with it. The thrill of watching Hayden being punished was more enjoyable than inflicting it. His erection was getting harder as if that were any more possible.
Once at the base of the table, he lightly swatted the up-turn arse with the switch as Oscar tugged on his cock.
"With the cane," Rex began like a teacher," it is important to land the bows on top of each other. The light flick with the head reminds him that something more is coming." With a quick flash, the cane came back and then landed across both butt cheeks. Hayden lurched forward, half grunted, half screamed through clenched teeth; Oscar watched fascinated, and Rex smiled.
"I find it best to keep Hayden guessing. Back at college, it was about aggression and power; here, it was about discipline and authority. You dont want the person to know what is coming," Rex went on.
Meeting Oscar's eyes, Rex saw the glint in them; without taking his eyes off his friend, he flung back the cane using his wrist and landed a blow again. Far less powerful than the first, Hayden absorbed it with less noise, but it still stung as his butt had taken some beating.
"The pain he feels is good for him, and it teaches him to be mindful of where he leaves his clothes," Rex said.
With a gesture that Hayden could not see, Rex indicated Oscar to step back. Oscar took several steps back, almost falling into one of the sofas at the side.
The swoosh of the cane came down, landing almost precisely across the first blow.
"AHHH! Shit!" Hayden let out a yell in pain. Flicking his wrist back and forth, Rex delivered three quick blows. "What have..." first strike landed, ", said about ..." came the words with the second blow "Swearing" accompanied the third as Rex punctured the word into the air between them.
"Sorry, Dad," Hayden said.
"What did I ask," Rex said, moving close and rubbing his hand lightly on Hayden's butt. His cock was covered in the cotton fabric, funning against his son's leg.
"You asked me what you have said about Swearing." Slap came to a palm lightly on the red ass, a line thinner than Rex's little finger beginning to develop. "And..." "You said I am not to Swear," Hayden replied, feeling the pain move through his body as his father rubbed his ass which had begun to feel very warm, the pain a constant presence. However, his mind kept wandering to the other, feeling the hard cock that rubbed against his thigh. "You see, corrective behaviour", Rex said, looking at Oscar, who took in the entire scene as though it were a performance just for him. "Scooch back, and I will show you how best to line up a cane."
Rex moved back, continuing to talk to Oscar. Rex took a preparatory swig from his beer as his mouth had dried. Oscar moved back and perched on the arm of the sofa, watching the father and son show before him. As the two spoke, Hayden refocused, worried about what he had agreed to what his father and Mr Joxil would do while being excited. Then the words crept back into his mind like a thunderbolt.
'In college' Hayden's mind in the way that powerful tool can shoot several scenarios through his mind what did his dad and Mr Joxil get up to in college. He has said 'Aggression and...' what was the other thing many things were happening now. A sting struck his buttocks before Hayden could collect his thoughts of the last few minutes.
"Urghh!" he expelled as the blow landed. He pushed his head into his forearms as the pain rippled up his body, his body jerking forward cock rubbing against the wood. The familiar pain was there; however, he had little time to absorb it as the next hit landed.
"Argh", Hayden declared, trying to grit his teeth. He could hear the conversation behind his father, who sounded like a professor in the discipline of canning a man. Hayden, between the lashes with the cane, felt good about this. His father was enjoying the scenario. This could, he knew, help him out later when he woudl raise what he had come to talk about.
Had the guilt Rex felt before gone? Hayden asked himself before lurching into the table at the latest strike. His grunts turned into broken screams as the heat in his ass rose and the pain became less tolerable.
Rex moved back and, using the force and length of his arm, brought the next hit onto the butt. If there had been a camera recording, you could have slowed it down frame by frame to see the fat of the butt jiggle and wobble as ripples moved across the butt and into Hayden's taught muscular back and legs.
"See, after a few blows, I allow Hayden to rest", Rex said, quoting the article he had read and placing a comforting hand on the top of Hayden's upturned ass.
The connection was more electrifying to Hayden as he turned his sweaty head to look over at the back of his father. Concentrating on his breathing and the view Hayden has of his father's butt, was framed in the fabric of his boxers. Hayden breathed in and out, thinking of that man's butt. Deep down, Hayden knew what was happening to him. His affection for Rex had morphed from that first night, and he was embracing it quicker than his father was.
"Now it is your turn", Rex said and swapped places with Oscar. As the man stepped back, Hayden, still with his face turned, could see the pink flesh of his cock. Mr Joxil had pulled it out and was openly masturbating in front of Rex.
Hayden had little time to process the scene. He had been in similar situations, but not one with two men he knew as well as he did these two, not with another man and his father. The oddity of it mixed with the sexual tension it drove.
"Aim here", Rex said, moving his finger along the two muscular orbs of Hayden's butt cheeks.
Oscar was no marksman like Rex, but the blow when it landed was painful. His butt was on fire, and the line his father had imprinted on his cheeks was numb from the pain as Oscar struck out at Hayden. He would miss and hit the already deep red line, and Hayden would yelp.
Oscar relaxed his wrist, following the guidance from Rex's sidelines. Rex was being more conservative than Oscar had been. Although he was groping and rubbing his meat through the fabric, he had not pulled it out. Thinking back to the moment Oscar had pulled his out, he knew and had seen Rex nod and almost give the command to get it out.
"You can pull it out, you know," Oscar said
Rex looked at his friend and hesitated, then undid the button on his fly. He was rock hard, watching Hayden yelp and buck away from the cane, landing on his butt. A second red line was appearing. When Oscar went wide of the mark, Hayden would read up, his groin pushed into the wood, trying to move out of the way. The rope binding his wrists held him from moving too far away. Hayden was coming close to his limit, Rex could see as he tried to move his body. Rex did not admit it to himself, but his cock knew where he wanted to get Hayden to. Screaming and begging is what it desired, and his cock was in the driving seat of this tet a tete.
Oscar stepped back, giving Hayden a moment to refocus and reset. Swiggnign from his band whilst holding the cane in one hand, Oscar looked at the scene and over at Rex and gave himself a wank looking at his friend doing the same thing.
"You need to finish?" Rex said it was less a question and more a command.
"Yeah, Man", Oscar said, a little out of breath.
"Hope on and paint the slut", Rex said.
Hayden's head popped up at those words as he Saw Mr Joxil climb up onto a sofa and hop onto the felt-topped pool table. Hayden looked up as Oscar drained his beer, put it down, and knelt over his face. The head was red and angry, and Oscar had a look Hayden had never seen in Mr Joxil before but many other men.
Smack!" came the thick hand of Rex, who was sitting against the side of the pool table and laying large blows across the backside of Hayden.
The mixture of pains and feelings coursing through Hayden made him let out a cry of pain as the hands fell one after the other sticking his butt like bongos.
"Yeah," Oscar said as he masturbated himself over Hayden. Looking over the former soldier's body stretched out on the table, his bright red ass visible from his angle.
Oscar's attention was drawn back to the face of Hayden as the cock head was surrounded by the moist lips.
"Fuck, man!" he said as he stopped wanking and let the expert cock sucker do his job. Rex looked over and picked up the velocity and strength of his blows on Hayden's butt.
This had the desired effect as a thousand feelings coursed through Hayden. His cock stiffened despite the pain as he tried to suck the cock. Oscar.
Slap, Slap, Slap came to the blows on Hayden's ass as he sucked on the cock. Beads of sweat rolled down his spine as Oscar, from his position, pushed more and more of his cock into Hayden's mouth, not quite reaching the throat.
The slaps were followed by yelps, grunts and now screams as Rex swapped hands, letting one who was feeling numb rest whilst delivering weaker blows with his left hand. Moving and standing behind his son Rex brought both hands down on his ass, eliciting the desired scream of pain. He picked up the belt and reapplied his as Hayden let the cock fall from his mouth as the pain grew. Rex was striking out Hayden was yelping and began to beg.
"Please, Please," Hayden yelped.
That was enough for Oscar to take his cock in hand. He beat furiously and, in a moment, gripped Hayden's head and blew thick strings of cum across the face.
His own grunts of ecstasy met Hayden's screams above the pool table.