This story contains elements of homosexual sex, incest, adult/youth sexual contact, rough, perhaps, even brutal, sexual practices, and scat. All this is portrayed as consensual, and mutually desirable.
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SPANKED
By
Robert Glynn
"That smart mouth is going to get you into trouble son. You might think you're too old for me to spank, but if you act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child."
I reached out, grabbed my son's belt buckle, and pulled him to me. "While you're in my house you'll treat me, and my things, with due respect, or I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
I quickly unbuckled David's belt, unsnapped his jeans, jerked down his zipper, and had his jeans and underwear down below his knees before he knew what was happening.
Dave was a growing boy. He had just turned seventeen and had put on some muscle recently, but he is on the small size for his age and no match for me. I'm a big guy, six foot three, two-forty pounds, and I work hard, as a stone cutter, for my living.
He was surprised by my rapid action, and he knew better than to try to resist.
I pushed him down, bent him over my lap, and landed a swat with my open hand on his naked butt.
"Dad!" Dave cried out.
"Take it like a man," I answered "you deserve it, and you know you do. I won't accept behavior like this."
Slap, slap, slap, my hand landed on my son's naked butt, which began turning red, as my hand was starting to sting.
Dave stopped struggling. He surrendered, and began to take his well-deserved medicine.
Slap, slap, slap, I felt a pressure on my thigh, what is that? Slap, slap, slap. Dave's butt was now glowing bright red. Slap, slap, slap. Now I knew, I felt his cock, grown rock hard, and pressing into my leg. Slap, slap, slap. Suddenly, I was wet. Holy fuck, the boy was cumming all over my leg. Slap.
We stayed like that, for a moment that seemed like forever.
My son bent over my lap, my hand resting on his bright red ass, his cum pumping out of his hard, throbbing cock, all over my pants leg.
Then I realized my own cock had grown hard. Shit, had my son felt my cock pressing against his belly?
I stood the boy up. His hard cook was sticking straight up and drooling a big gob of cum. We both looked at it, and at the wad of cock snot my son had blown all over my leg. The boy blushed bright red.
"Uh...I, uh... I'm sorry Dad, I am so sorry." Dave said, while he pulled up his pants and stuffed his still hard, cum dripping, wet, dick back in his jeans.
"Okay, Dave," I said, "okay. Go on upstairs and we'll forget about this, but you think about what I said."
After Dave had gone, I sat there looking at his cum wad on my pants, it was a huge pool of boy cum, and I tried to figure out what had just happened.
It was a long time before my cock went soft.
The next day I asked my friend Carl to join me for a beer at the local pub after work. Carl was not only a good friend I could really talk to, but he was also openly gay.
I needed to talk to someone about what had happened with Dave yesterday, and I knew Carl would understand.
Over a shot and a beer in a quite corner I told Carl everything.
When I had finished the story he said, "Wow, did you beat off afterwards?"
"No!" I answered in a shocked voice.
"Well, I don't know why not? I bet Dave did."
"No," I said rather stupidly.
"Oh yeah," Carl said. "Sure he did, he was obviously really turned on by having his naked ass whipped by his father. He came without touching his cock, didn't he? You don't do that unless you are super turned on."
Carl continued, "You said his cock was still hard after he shot his wad, didn't you? Well, if he wasn't upstairs pounding his pud, thinking of his old man spanking his ass, I'd be surprised."
I took a sip of beer and thought about what Carl had said. I knew he was right. I had been a young man myself not so many years ago.
"What do I do?" I asked my friend.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I know what I'd do, if it had happened to me."
Carl talked for a long time, as I had a couple more shots and beers. I was aware my cock was as hard as steel.
When I got home that evening, David was sitting at the dining room table doing his homework.
"Hey, Dave," I said.
"Hey, Dad," Dave responded. "What's going on?"
"Well, Dave, I was... I was wondering if you would like me to spank you again, like I did yesterday."
The boy looked at me with an open-mouthed, shocked look on his face.
"I... I didn't do anything wrong, Dad."
"I know that, son," I continued, "I just thought you might like to get naked, and let me spank your ass like I did last night. Would you like that? Because if you would, I'd sure like to do it, what do you think, son?"
Dave just looked at me for a long moment, and then instead of answering, he kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt.
As he peeled off his shirt and jeans, I said, "I told my friend Carl, at work, about spanking you yesterday, about how you shot your cum wad on my leg. He's the one who told me I should ask if you'd like me to spank you again. He said he'd really like to watch me whip your ass, if you agree."
By this time, Dave was standing completely naked in front of me. His teenage cock was hard and standing straight up against his belly. He was beautiful.
"Would it be all right with you if I called Carl and invited him over?"
Dave nodded his head and said, "Yeah, Dad I'd like that." I saw a big drop of pre-cum bubble up out of his piss hole.
I took a chair, pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Hey, Carl, it's me," I said, when he answered,
"I did like you said... Yeah, he's right here, and he's naked."
"Yeah, his cock is hard, and so is mine. You want to come over? Okay, bring the stuff we talked about. What?... Okay... I'll do that."
I looked in my son's eyes and said, "Come here David". He walked over to stand directly in front of me. "Spread your legs." I said.
When he had complied, I reached between his legs. Reached behind his dangling balls, and touched his ass hole. "Have you ever been fucked, boy?"
"Yeah, a couple of the guys in my class fuck me," Dave confessed.
"Yeah," I told Carl on the phone "it's just liked you figured; he's getting corn-holed by a bunch of guys at school."
"Okay... I'll tell him." I turned back to Dave and said, "Carl says when he gets here, we're not going to just spank your ass, he wants to spend a lot of time whipping your shit hole".
By this time, I had wiggled my finger into my boy's shit hole. "He says we are going to punish your cunt really hard. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, Dad," Dave answered, "you guys can do whatever you want to me. I'll do anything you want -- anything. I mean it, anything. I like it rough. I've let a lot of boys use me hard."
I repeated that to Carl, then added, "I've got my finger up in him now... No, I'm fingering him dry, no spit, lube, or anything, and he's
hunching down on it like a bitch in heat..."
"Sure," I said "I'll bet you can dry fuck his hole if you want, I'll ask..."
"What do you say, son, think you can take a man's cock up your cunt without any lube?"
Dave, whose cock was dripping pre-cum, and who's mouth was open and drooling, could only nod his head yes.
I drove my finger deeper up into my son's rectum, and began to worm another finger in alongside it.
By the time Carl arrived, Dave was so hot, I knew he would, indeed, do anything we wanted.
I had worked three fingers deep up in his shit chute, and with my other hand I would pinch and twist his tits, or reach down and slap his hard wet cock, splattering his pre-cum all over his belly and thighs, and turning his teen fuck meat a bright, inflamed red.
Each time I slapped his dick, he would moan and hunch as if he was fucking the air, his mouth hung open, his eyes glazed with a teenaged sex-crazed look.
"God damn," were Carl's first words when he stepped into the room, "that looks fucking hot."
In no time, Carl was naked and standing behind my son, pressing his hard dick up against the boy's ass. When I saw Carl peering over Dave's shoulder, checking out his cock, I landed the hardest slap yet, right on the red hot head of my boy's penis.
David yowled and proceeded to blow an impressive amount of teen sperm all over me.
"God fucking damm, that's hot!" Carl said.
As I striped out of my clothes, Carl emptied the bag of sex toys he had brought. In a flash, we had my son bent over my desk. He looked so vulnerable and sexy like that, with his naked butt exposed for our perverted use, that I was tempted to fuck him right then, but, I restrained myself, knowing all our pleasure would be even more intense if we prolonged the scene.
Carl picked up a wide four-foot long, leather strap, and using gestures only, asked if I wanted to whip the boy. I indicated he should do it, while I held the boy down.
I watched as Carl stepped behind Dave.
Without a warning Carl laid the strap across my son's pale naked ass with considerable force and a loud smack.
A red stripe immediately formed on the kid's whipped butt cheeks. Dave jerked and groaned when the strap landed.
Carl repeated the blow time after time, until Dave's entire ass was shining cherry red and he was gasping for air.
Carl put down the strap and picked up a riding crop. The horsewhip had a wooden handle and a short stiff wire shaft, both wrapped tightly in fine thin leather, and tipped by a leather slapper. It was perfect for delivering a painful slap to a precise point.
Carl asked me to spread my son's ass cheeks.
I bent low over Dave's back with my face close to his glowing red ass; I put a hand on each cheek, spread his butt, and exposed his shit hole.
It was beautiful. Fuck, my son's shit hole was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Carl told Dave to push out, as if he was taking a shit.
I watched as my son extruded his butt hole, making it stick out from the surrounding flesh. A puckered love hole, a boy cunt, just made for fucking, and punishing.
Carl brought the horsewhip down smartly on my son's vulnerable exposed hole.
The boy howled, his hole instantly inflamed to a passionate red, and my cock throbbed.
Carl instructed Dave to push out his shit hole again for more punishment.
Dave complied, and Carl whipped the boy's cunt, repeatedly. After each blow, Dave was told to push his hole out for more punishment. He grunted and pushed it out, presenting it to us to abuse.
My cock was dripping gobs of pre-cum.
After the twelfth slap, and Carl dropped the horse whip and said, "I have got to fuck that sexy turd box. Help me get my cock in his cunt."
I moved my fingers in closer to my boy's radiant hot hole, and with a finger on either side of his anal ring, I stretched my son's twat wide for my friend's fucking.
Like mine, Carl's cock was dripping with pre-cum, but he reached down and wiped the slick, natural lube off his cock. This was indeed going to be a dry fuck.
It took the two of us some time to work Carl's hard fuck tool into my boy's tight dry teen pussy. I would stretch Dave's hole wide and Carl would worm a little more of his big shaft into David.
David was groaning, swearing, and shoving his cunt down on Carl's fuck meat. We finally got it in, when I managed to get a couple of fingers from both my hands into the boy's cunt, along side Carl's cock, so I could really stretch the hole open for my friend's cock.
When Carl finally had all of his big meat buried deep in my son's rectum, he held still. I could feel David trembling beneath me.
"Fuck," Carl said, "his pussy is super tight."
Then to my amazement, Carl pulled his cock out of my boy and said to me, "Man, you've got to try this. Let's trade places."
When I was standing behind my boy's ass,
Carl reached down and wiped the pre-cum off my cock, "You've got to dry fuck him, you're not going to believe how tight his shit cunt is."
It took as much time and effort to get my cock into the boy's dry anus and rectum as it had taken Carl. My cock is considerably bigger than Carl's.
Dave's anal sheath clung to my prick with a furious friction. I had to hold still, once Carl had helped me penetrate all the way into my son, to keep from shooting off.
Before I started hunching, Carl said, "Pull out, let me have another throw."
Davy moaned when I quickly jerked my cock out of his ass.
This time, Carl, after again wiping the pre-cum off his prick, forcefully entered my son's shit hole in one massive, brutal thrust.
Even though my son's anal ring had been stretched by our two previous entries, he yowled like a banshee at Carl's violent rectal rape.
Carl grunted, and again pulled out of my boy's cunt. "Wow, you've got to try that," he said.
We traded places. I wiped the pre-cum off my dick, and in one quick hard shove, I stabbed into Dave's pussy. Feeling my son's quivering tight rectal embrace on my fuck stick was thrilling.
Hearing him groan made me want to fuck him even more, even harder. Instead I pulled out of my boy.
My cock was an invincible steel battering ram. I shoved back into my whimpering son's fuck hole.
Just as I had begun to wonder if the boy could take any more, I heard him whisper, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, make it hurt." I almost blew my wad when I heard that.
Instead, I pulled out and said to Carl, "You want to fuck the slut first?"
Carl took my place and continued dry fucking my boy in the same brutal fashion, jabbing deep into his ass hole, pulling out, fucking back in, and jerking it out.
Man, it was hot to watch my son get used like that. To watch him get homo-raped like that.
Then Carl pulled out and said, "Your turn, buddy. Ride the bitch. He said he wanted you to fuck him hard and to make it hurt."
I did just that. I wiped the pre-cum off my steel hard cock, and shoved it up my only begotten son's shit hole. I used my son's rectum as a vagina, only I had never used a vagina that hard. Boy cunt is better than regular cunt, I realized, super tight, just right for fucking, and somehow easier to abuse. I fucked him hard.
I shoved it into him, then puled out, then shoved it in, and pulled out. I was so turned on by fucking my only son that my cock was unendingly hard. I raped him. I fucked him, shoving in him, pulling out, pushing in him, pulling out. God, I was hard. Dave was thrashing and begging me to rape him. I was getting close to cumming and I jerked out of his cunt and said, "Carl, fuck his shit hole some more for me, I'm too close to cumming."
"I'm close, too," Carl said, "but I'd rather dump my scum in his mouth."
"Okay, let's face fuck him." I said. We picked Davy up, and lay him on his back on the desk, with his head hanging over the edge.
"Face fucking, is really different from shit cunt fucking, you want a wet, slimy, mouth-fuck hole," Carl explained.
He told Dave to open his mouth wide and to keep it like that.
Then Carl bent down and spit into my son's opened mouth. Looking at me Carl said, "Give me a hand here."
I bent low, almost kissing my boy, and hocked up a nasty loogie, and spit it into his mouth.
We took turns spitting into my son several times.
Then Carl spit right on my son's beautiful face, one two, three times. Fuck, that was sexy to see. Stepping up to Davy, Carl took his big wet dick and used it to smear his spit all over the boy's face.
Carl stepped back, and I did the same thing, spitting time after time, in my son's face and smearing it with my drooling fuck stick.
It was so hot, that I came close to losing it and adding a load of cock snot to the sexy mess on my boy's gorgeous face.
When I stepped back, to keep from blowing my wad, Carl took my place and stuck his cock into David's mouth. "Keep your mouth wide open," he instructed my son, "I'm not interested in a suck job. You'll get plenty of chances to suck cock later on. Right now, what I want is your throat. I want a nice face pussy. You just lay there and I'll do the rest, and keep your teeth off my cock, you just keep your face cunt opened wide."
Saying this Carl hunched forward, into my boy's mouth, fucking all the way into his throat, shoving the full length of his cock into Davy. Carl left his meat in the boy's throat for several seconds, letting the boys's gag reflex, stroke and massage his invading member.
When he pulled out, I took his place. I slammed the full length of my prick into my son's throat and thrilled at the incredible sensations that engulf my cock. Like I said, my cock is bigger than Carl's, and Dave really gagged on my daddy dick.
Two or three times, Davey puked mucous, throat slime and snot around my fucking cock and out on his spit covered face. That made for a really wet face fuck.
I couldn't restrain myself. I madly fucked the boy's gaping mouth.
I felt Carl's hand reach between my legs and grab my balls, "Fuck your baby boy, Daddy," he said.
I felt cum rising in my balls, and cried out as I slammed all the way into my son's mouth.
My first wad blasted straight down Dave's gullet. I pulled out and sprayed the rest of my sperm, wad after wad of my cock snot, all over his beautiful face. I fell back and collapsed into a chair and watched as Carl took my place, fucking David's cum, puke and spit smeared face.
Carl rode Dave's face pussy, for a long, hard, fuck. Dave was sputtering, gagging, and slobbering all over the big cock in his throat, but he kept his mouth stretched open wide to be fucked.
David's cock was throbbing, hard, and dripping pre-cum all the while; a hard cock never lies, he was loving the abuse.
Carl pulled out of the boy when he shot his wad and added his massive cum load to mine, on my son's face.
When Carl had finished, and backed out, I got up out of my chair went over to my boy and gently, lovingly, licked his face clean of all the hot, nasty, sex-slime.
When I had finished, Carl, who had taken David's hard cock in his hand said, "Why don't I jerk him off?"
Dave moaned.
"Yeah" I said, "you jack him off, I'm going to sit on his face. I want to feel what its like having my son's tongue up inside my shit hole."
David moaned again and said, "Yeah, Dad, sit on my face, let me eat your shit hole. Fuck Dad, you can even shit in my mouth if you want. I'll eat it."
I couldn't believe what my son had just said, but when I took my position sitting on my son's wet face, and felt him shove his tongue deep into my rectum, I said, "Fuck, that feels so good it does make me want to shit in your mouth, boy."
David moaned and I felt his head nod yes in agreement, as he wiggled his tongue in my shit chute.
Carl continued to masturbate David and said, "Do it, feed your boy, Daddy, he wants your shit. That boy is hungry."