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The following tale is that of sex between consenting adults related to one another. If you have stumbled into the seventh chapter of this story and have not read the earlier ones, Be warned that this involves references to belting, flogging, caning, and sex between a father and son.
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Father's duties never end. Part 7
Rex laid in bed, looking at the ceiling. He was exhausted, but his mind was racing. He was going over everything that had happened. Remorse, regret, lust, and love all fell on top of one another, churning his stomach as he thought back on that day and evening, which had begun like any other game day.
He moved his arm above his head, telling himself off for allowing it to happen again, this time with Oscar. Fuck, Oscar! 'How could he have let it happen?' he judged himself, wanting to discipline himself for letting Oscar witness the whole situation and then cum over Hayden's face. Rex knew his son had enjoyed it, the eagerness with which he took his friend's dick in his mouth, the expression on Hayden's face when he returned to the room; his son was indeed a cock whore.
"No", he muttered to himself in the quiet still night air. He should not think of Hayden like that.
However, the memories were turning in his mind, the yelping and screams to stop, and blood filled his cock again, the noticeable lump appearing in the sheet above his cock outlined in the semi-darkness of his room.
It was what followed that had Rex's mind unsure and his heart a flutter. Almost immediately after Oscar had cum shooting a load over Hayden and Rex's pool table.
"Fuck", he muttered again. He would have to get the table re-felted. 'Was that a thing?' his mind momentarily broke away from the sexual memories.
It returned with a crash, the stains on the felt when Rex returned to the room having escorted Osc' out. Having come down from his orgasm and climbed off the table, Oscar had dressed quietly. Rex put his jeans on to have something to do, tucking his hard cock (it was not going down) back into his boxer and jeans. The only noise in the room was Hayden's hard breathing, which was laboured and a little choked. Rex did not hear the slight sob his son made. The door closed, and with Oscar out of the way, Rex returned to the game room.
Tied, dishevelled and naked, Hayden laid out was still a sight to see; his face towards the door was covered in cum, and droplets fell onto the felt.
'That damn felt", Rex thought; he would have to google how to change it and who could do that.
But that sight, red arse in the air, cum on his face, a twinkle in a visible watery eye. Rex's cock had throbbed, wanting to get out and in Hayden. As it did now, Rex reflected on events.
Smack!
Rex landed his open palm on Hayden's cheek. Oscar's cum made it sound wet.
Smack!
He slapped Hayden again harder.
"Some whore the army made you", Res had said, looking down at his son, who swirled one eye to look up at his father.
In the pit of his stomach, Hayden could feel the tightening of his gut, and his muscles contorted. The last time his father called him an army whore, the beating had been brutal. Not another beating! Hayden did not think he could take it. Rex had had his fun, and Mr Joxil had had his fun. This he knew and had allowed any more would be more than he could handle. The final moment having two bearlike hands slapping his welted butt had been the break between joyful pain and pain.
Running those same large hands down Hayden's face leaving the sting of the slap behind and pushing a few drops of cum to his son's lips, moistening them. Rex scooped up the cum; with his other hand, he pulled down the opening of his jeans, shook his cock loose from the leg and pulled it out the fly.
Rex looked at Hayden's pert, red, welted ass and rubbed his friend's cum over his cock.
How did he think of that? Why did he do that? He had lube in the bedroom. Rex chastised himself as he lay in bed. The lube in hands reach.
"Best lube there is", Rex said in a tone that Hayden was unsure if he should appreciate. Rex smiled at the memory of how it felt having cum on his cock, to be used to fuck his son.
A cummy hand grabbed one hip as the other guided the aggressively erect cock to the hole.
"Oh Jeasus muther Fuc..." Hayden wailed.
Rex had shoved his entire cock into his son.
SLAP!
Came the right hand onto the top of the butt as Rex's cock bounced in the air between sheet and stomach, as it had flexed inside Hayden when he had pushed it all in.
"OW!" came Hayden's new scream.
"Take it," Rex said with gritted teeth. His cock buried to the hilt in Hayden. "I know you can."
He had lost control and could not register it. Hayden could only feel the pain of having an object jammed into him. Flesh pressed against his already hurting butt. The button on the fly on his dad's jeans would press into one of the stripes on his ass, causing sharp pain. Hayden would breathe in and hiss; however, it was the fucking which drew more and more of his attention. Rex started to fuck Hayden, could not escape and let our screams or pain relieve the invasion which was going on behind. These noises soon mingled with and then became elation as his father took out his aggression on Hayden.
His hole may not love it later, but at that moment, once the familiarity of the cock was recognised and his muscles relaxed, Hayden lay there and took the fucking that was being given. In minutes, Rex pushed all the way in both hands on the back of Hayden's neck and hollered at the top of his voice.
"THAT'S IT. TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" he said each time thrusting in as deep as he could, and the cum flowed, pushed all the way in. Breathing heavily and making the noises of a spent animal. Rex filled Hayden with his cum. ________________
Rex untied Hayden's arms first, and Hayden flecked his fingers and rotated his wrists to restore any loss of feeling he had. Moving his shoulders and neck, freeing the muscles from the tightness they had taken to absorb the thrashing and fucking. The cum on his face was nearly dry and leaving a white mark.
At Hayden's legs, Rex saw what he had done and allowed to be done to Hayden and, for once, felt good about it. This was a pride Rex was embracing about Hayden. His kid could do this, take it, and more, he knew, not like those he had met before in college and a little after with his friend. He thought it was an odd pride as he gently stroked himself in bed.
Similar to when untying the hands, Rex saw one leg, then the next shaken, ankles rotated, and Hayden began to stand up, and Rex stood behind.
All that pride had swelled in Rex as he stood, and Hayden leaned back below them. A wet outline of Hayden's form was marked on the pool table. Rex caught Hayden as though he were going to drop and allowed his son to rest on him. The sweaty back pressed against his hairy chest as Rex put one arm around Hayden's chest and the other his abdomen. The embrace was bittersweet for Hayden; having his arse as it hurt pressed against the fabric of Rex's jeans was feeling hard to handle. However, the tenderness he could feel as Rex wrapped him into his arms was a loving, protective embrace that seemingly reinforced the discipline Hayden had just experienced while cancelling out the pain.
Rex nestled his stubbled chin on Hayden's shoulder and neck.
"How you feeling?" Rex asked in a quiet tone.
Hayden could feel the tears in his eyes. He had been pushed to his limit and a bit beyond when he had screamed for it all to stop. They had been genuine screams, not like the ones the first time when he probably could have gone further. It was that knowledge, with the tenderness now, which had not been before, that broke Hayden. Through a parched mouth, he sighed a simple.
"Yeah"
Rex rubbed Hayden's belly and held him close, looking down Hayden's torso, something his muscular physique allowed you to do. He saw the rock-hard cock that his son was stroking. Rex did not think he knew what he wanted to do and reached down, running his hand along the light hair of Hayden's through the pubes until his hand wrapped around the base of his son's cock. Hayden yielded to the embrace, one arm across his chest and gripping the further shoulder, the other around his cock. Hayden rolled back his head and let his weight fall on his father.
Rex began to beat the cock in his hand.
"Faster", Hayden whispered into Rex's ear, and he followed his son's direction and beat it harder.
Sounds escaped Hayden's lips as he squirmed in the embrace, and like his father, he was not far from cumming as his balls churned the sperm, ready to fire them at great speed out and over the pool table. Hayden made louder and louder noises, incoherent to Rex, whose ear was next to his son's lips.
"Oh, Shit", Hayden had said as his seed exploded out to him. His body reverberated with the intensity of his orgasm; his father held him up tighter continuing to wank him as shot after shot exploded out of Hayden like a cannon.
"Woah!" was Rex's response as he saw the load his son had released. "Liked that?" he jokingly asked with a big smile as Hayden came down from his own high, resting more weight onto his father before picking himself up on his own legs.
Rex wiped the cum that had dribbled onto his hand on his jeans which were where migrating south; as he helped Hayden stand, he pulled them up, wiping the last vestiges of his son's seed on them. As the blood flowed back into Hayden's body from his cock. The pain in his ass registered in his brain. His legs felt weaker. Turning into his father, he breathed out as Rex held him loosely between himself and the table. Letting Hayden get his breath back, both men looked at one another. Hayden saw an older self looking back at him, and Rex saw the feature of his son staring at him. Hayden placed both arms over his father's shoulders for balance, closing the intimacy circle between them. Rex returned a hand lightly to Hayden's hip to steady him and stroked the back of Hayden's wet hair.
The silence was punctuated with emotion as Rex followed his heart and leaned in, bringing his lips to Hayden's.
Rex was pulled out of his memories by the movement and light noise Hayden made next to him. Looking at his son through the darkness, sleeping soundly, Rex felt complete. The day, evening, and night had been full of surprises, and Rex had learnt a lot. He rolled onto his side, putting an arm around his son as his flesh pressed against Hayden's. A moan escaped the lad lying next to his father, and Rex let his tiredness take him to his dreams. As though they could beat what had happened that day.