Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2008 17:57:37 -0800 (PST) From: HS Subject: My Son, The Model Disclaimer: If it is illegal for you to read this stuff, then move on. While it's a true story about me and step-brother, I in no way promote sexual contact between pre-teens regardless of the ages involved and at no time do I promote sexual contact between 18+ and a preteen. I in no way intend for these stories to be viewed as any kind of pedophilia. As a 45-year old father, I am proud of my son. He is about 5' 11'' and weighs in at 150 lbs. That's pretty big for 15 years; he gets his height from me. I'm 6' 7'' and 200 lbs. Although, I'm a wide and heavy-set man, my son is of medium build. He still looks great though; he began lifting weights when he was 11, and has continued ever since. He has a huge upper body with beefy pecs, a popping six pack, and a broad set of shoulders. In fact, a modeling agency came by last year to ask him to model AussieBum briefs and a summer collection of clothes. My son decided it would be a great way to make some extra money while in high swimwear. So he did, and amazingly enough, he kept his grades up in all AP courses while playing varsity football and swimming. The other day, he came back from playing some casual basketball and crashed on the couch in the living room. Then I heard him yelp, which, of course, is no good, so I raced over to see what the matter was, and I saw him grasping his leg. "What's the matter, Kevin," I asked, as I sat next to him. "I think I might have pulled a muscle or something; it feel like there's this huge cramp," he managed to wince. "Let me take a look." Being a medical professional, I always examined my boy when he had injuries, instead of letting him go to the trainer. I took his two bare feet and lifted them up onto my lap and started feeling up and down my son's perfectly sculpted legs for any abnormalities. He shaved them, for swimming. They were very lean, but muscular. "Take your shorts off. The pain is in your thighs, right?" "Dad, it's not even that big of a deal. I'll be fine." Kevin was always really shy and modest about nudity. He rarely showered in public, and for an underwear model, was reluctant to prance around in his briefs, even in the privacy of home. "Kevin, you are grimacing, of course there is pain, now take them off," I commanded. He obeyed, but needed help shucking his shorts, since he could barely bend over to reach his ankles. He was trying to make his cotton briefs bigger, so it would cover his penis and important parts; they were probably two sizes too small. I knew he was embarrassed but I wasn't about to sacrifice care for bashfulness, so I pulled his shorts off and pulled his legs further onto my lap. "Can you massage them, at least instead of just feeling me up. You're tickling me," he giggled. "Okay, roll over and I'll see what I can do." "I can't roll over; it hurts too much. And you better cover me up with a towel." I reached under his knees and back and lifted him completely off the couch, and then gently set him back down on the floor and on his belly. I grabbed a blanket off of the armchair and laid it over his butt. "Wow, I'm surprised you could lift me, I thought I was too heavy and you were too weak," he chuckled. "Nope, you're old man still has the upper hand; I'll go ahead and do your back too, so arms up and get that shirt off." "Fine." He lifted his arm somewhat reluctantly, as I peeled off the tight wifebeater, he was wearing. I knew he hated being helped, which he probably saw as manhandled; he liked to be in control. I proceeded to give him a full professional massage for about an hour and a half. By the time I was finished, he was asleep. I woke him up, and he quickly asked what time it was. "It's ten o'clock. Why?" "I have got to get ready for bed. I have to take a shower, so I can be fresh for the shoot first thing tomorrow morning." He tried to get up buy yelped in pain. "You have a really bad cramp in your hamstring, you shouldn't be jumping up nor even walking right now. You should probably just get to bed immediately and by tomorrow it should feel fine." "But Dad! I have to get cleaned up for tomorrow. How can I take a shower?" "I'll give you a bath." "Hell no! I'm 15, that's completely unnecessary." "Kevin, I'm absolutely not letting you into the shower in this condition. You could slip and die. I've seen you naked and given you a bath, hundreds of times. This happens to teens all the time. How do you think the disabled or seriously injured players on your football team got by. Remember Ben, his mom had to give him a bath at least five times, before he was able to do it himself." "Really? Well alright." He tried to get up, but couldn't easily. "I'll carry you." He helplessly shrunk back to his belly in just his jockstrap. It was sort of a pitiful sight. I lifted underneath his underarms and cupped his supple pecs with both hands until his torso was upright. Then I took his chest in one hand and reached underneath his legs with the other and grabbed his groin with the other. He jumped at this. I then lifted him up and held him close to my chest, like a baby. He wrapped his legs around me, compliantly as I cupped his exposed muscular buns. "You know you can carry me like a human, instead of a baby." "You are a baby to me still; at least your bottom feels like it," I laughed. I carried him like that up to the bathroom and set him down on the counter and proceeded to fill the tub with cold water. "Dad! Why are you making it cold?" "It is much better for sore muscles. Trust me you'll feel better about it in the morning," I reassured him. "Now, strip off your jock." He tried, but couldn't because he was stuck on the counter and couldn't just hop off. "Okay, let me help you." He had already unstrapped it and was now trying to get it off. "Lift up your legs son." He obediently did so. I took a hold of his ankles and propped them straight up on each of my shoulders and shimmied the strap down his legs. I threw the strap in the laundry and wrapped my large hand around both his ankles. Despite his legs' immense size for a 15-year old, I could still fit my whole hand around one of his calves. "Boy how many times do you shave?" I said as I still had his feet on my shoulders; I felt his right foot with one hand and felt up his left calf and thigh with the other. His leg was so supple and baby-smooth, as were his feet. I spread his legs up in the air so I could visually inspect his genitals. He was now fully exposed and completely vulnerable. I had complete control over him. "I shaved yesterday, that's why. I hate stubble. You know, I just need help getting in, you don't have to stay here. In fact, I think I can go in by myself, but thanks for drawing it." He recoiled quickly from my soothing touch and glared at me. He had started to become more hateful towards me. Now that he was modeling and making money, he was feeling less and less dependent on me and more and more rebellious. "I don't want you hurting yourself. We'll take no chances; I'll put you in the tub, but I guess you can wash yourself. I guess you are 15." "Yeah," he mumbled. "Looks like the bath is ready; the best way to go at this is to just get in all at once. I'll help you in." I took him underneath the knees and neck again. He held onto my neck bringing himself close to me. He did not want to go into the bath. "Dad, stop please! This is way too cold. STOP!" He yelled. "Kevin, quit being a baby and grow up a little. Act mature!" That just got him madder. "Mature would be letting me do it myself. Now put me down!" He reached for the hot water and put it on full blast. I hated it when he disrespected what I was trying to do for him. "That does it." I set him back on the counter. "YOU WAIT HERE." When I use that tone of voice he knows I mean business. I ran down to the kitchen and returned with a bucket of ice. "Daddy NO!" He only uses "daddy" when he is desperate to get his way. I pour in the large buck of ice. "Okay, I don't want a bath this badly. I'm going to bed." He hopped off the counter and winced and fell on the ground and started madly hobbling for his bedroom. "KEVIN! You're gonna take this bath and you're gonna feel good after it. Get back here!" He continued crawling. I ran after him and picked him by his armpits. He squirmed madly, but I put my whole arm around his pecs and pair of arms and using the other one I reached underneath his naked legs up into his groin and cupped his testicals as I lifted him up off the ground. "You will take this bath." He began squirming madly in my arms trying to wiggle his arms free. He used his good leg to start kicking, but it was no use since I literally, had him by the balls. I gave a light squeeze to his sizable genitals; he immediately yelped and relaxed in my embrace. "Calm down, son. This bath will make you feel so much better. Just relax in my arms, boy, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?" I heard him mutter something and then he looked up at me with pure hate and reluctantly nodded. I held him a little and just stood there as he simmered down. "Daddy, come on! Put me down, I'll take the bath just put me down. Jesus Christ!" He began squirming a little, and started to whine. Being a very conservative family that always attended Baptist church, I hated it when he swore. I knew he did it just to piss me off. I wanted to punish him for his deliberate, but quite rare, disobedience. I decided not to spank him and instead try to humble him a little, which was probably worse in his mind. "Son, I will hold you here, all night if I have to, until you completely relax and calm down. You need to control yourself." He knew I wasn't kidding; I was as stubborn as he was. I adjusted my hold of his naked form: I took him back in the cradle position and told him completely relax in my arms, so we can begin his bath. After a few minutes of struggle, he did. I, once again, cupped his babysoft bare orbs in my hands, at which he tensed up. I gave him a pat on the back. "Good boy." I said as I slowly walked over to the bathtub and deposited him into there. He tried to climb out of my arms as his feet hit the icy water, but I held him firmly and forcibly submerged him completely into the tub. "Okay, thanks dad," he mumbled. "I'll be out in five minutes. BYE!" "Nope, Kevin. I am very upset with your lack of respect lately, so I will be giving you the whole bath today. I have to make sure you do a good job." "I am not going to have my father wash me. I'm 15, for the love of God." He stood up in the tub and began to exit the bathroom, while I had turned my back to get some soap. I grabbed him again, but he kicked and resisted. I managed to subdue his flailing arms with a single hand and used my free one to reach through his legs and firmly gripped his testicles, completely engulfing sizable balls with my even larger more powerful hand, and placed him back in the tub, despite his wails of protest. It was sort of disturbing, how arousing it was to have a male underwear model of Kevin's size and physique, under my total control. "We'll start with your face." I took a hold of his neck, dunked it in the icy water, and washed his face for him. He was gasping for air and shivering. His face was already of pure of any imperfections. I then soaped up his torso. I had him kneel in the tub as I ran my bare hands up and down his smooth buff chest. I thoroughly washed his pecs, abs, and nipples. I raised his arms straight up for him and spent a minute scrubbing out his hairless underarms. I then rolled him over and did his back the same way. "Now let's do your bottom half," I said gleefully. Kevin was so speechless from the sheer humiliation. I didn't think it was even that embarrassing for him though. I grabbed one of his size 13 feet and he immediately jerked it away splashing water on me. "You'll do as you're told son! NOW!" He simply whimpered. "Lie still on your back and lift both legs high in the air." He did so, but very slowly. I spent about two minutes per leg lathering it up and down. I thoroughly massaged his sore hamstring and soft feet. It was amazing how smooth his soles were. His legs were completely smooth and very well proportioned. I made sure each were spotless. "Rest your legs up on the side of the tub, okay Kev?" I grabbed his thighs and whirled him on his back and lifted his legs again, but this time out side of the tub, so his knees rested on the edge as his feet dangled on either side of me, so I could have full access to his genitals. I took a bunch of soap and took his ball sack in my hand and washed it good and clean. Same for his penis. I pulled back the foreskin and cleaned out everything. The bath was pretty much over. I lifted him out of the tub and carried him out to his bed, still soaking and shivering. I left him there as I got a towel. He must have been too cold to move. I dried him off completely, from head to toe. "Time to get dressed." I took a pair of skimpy bikini briefs and sat on Kevin's bed. "Can you do it or do you want me to do it for you." He rolled over and into his covers in defiance. "Very well." I got him out of his covers and dragged him by the hips onto my lap. I spread my legs and placed him in between. I bent over and around him and grabbed his feet and put them in the underwear and pulled them up past his knees. Then I lifted his mid-section up with one hand and slid the briefs the rest of the way up with the other. I took him by the hips and sat him squarely on my lap, slid my hands inside the underwear, and adjusted his genitals to fit nicely inside the skimpy bikinis. I then proceeded to rub his thighs up and down and moved on to his torso. I felt his washboard abs and big, well-developed pectorals. "You're skin feels a little dry; put some lotion on." "I'll be fine. Good night." "Kevin, put some lotion on right now. I'll watch you do it." "Please, Daddy. I'm fine, I need some rest." "No Kevin, NOW!" "Fine, can you just give me some privacy please." "You've lost that privilege, son." He reluctantly grabbed some lotion and just put a drop in his hands and spread it all over him in five seconds. "Okay, good night." "No, that's not how you do it. Let me show you how." Kevin started screaming at me, but I ignored his pleas and cries for me to stop. He had to be taught a lesson for his arrogance. "Stop fussing Kevin; why can't you just be still." I grabbed his wrists to restrain him with one hand; then I grabbed his ankles. He could now just buckles his hips up and down. "If you're gonna act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like one." At the time, I grabbed him up and carried him kicking and screaming back into the bathroom. Once again I forcibly submerged him into the ice bath, unyielding to his cries for help. I held him under the water and made sure his head was completely submerged to cool him off, literally. After a few minutes of struggle he was shivering madly, unable to struggle. I made him stand as I dried him off, although it looked as though he was going to collapse. Once again I picked up his beefy form and laid him on his back on the floor of my bedroom so I could moisturize his skin. I took off his soaking briefs to expose his shrunken penis and bluish testicles. I put lotion all over his feet and calves working my way up his thighs to his crotch. I lifted his legs up to expose his smooth boy anus, to which I applied moisturizer. I spread his legs wide apart getting his crotch baby smooth like the rest of his legs. I set his legs down and moved on to his stomach. I rubbed up and down his beefy pecs and torso and tickled his sides. I put his wrists high above his head so his armpits were completely exposed. After moistening every inch of his body, I flipped him over to do his backside. I rubbed up and down his back and bubble butt. I put lotion in down his crack and down the sides of his inseam. After lotioning my son, I picked him up and placed him in bed. That would be enough for tonight.