Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:23:30 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Horny Dad Tales 4 Horny Dad Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) Horny Dad Tales # 4 Punisher Punished The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related. This series is not one story but a collection of tales involving, you got it, horny dads. Back in the listserv days there was a great series called Horny Guy Tails. They were the inspiration for my White Collar Tales, and I thought it would be fun to have a series of father-son stories: some shorter, some more developed. A forum for the usual Bill Drake plots and themes, and for developing ideas I don't normally do. The series has gotten a lot of great feedback, so thanks to those readers out there who've taken a moment to write. Send those comments and story suggestions along: billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, check out the Authors page at Nifty, or join my Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/ Punisher Punished Jack Martell woke up in the most uncomfortable position. His limbs were handcuffed behind his back, his furry legs were spread and secured to metal posts with twine, and his mouth was stuffed with a rubber ball fitted with a breathing hole. Cold cement pressed against his back and arms, making him shiver. Instantly, his ex-marine survival instinct kicked in and he began struggling determinedly. Trying the shackles first, then the knots around his ankles. But everything was too secure. Just then he heard laughter and looked up to see a teen sneering down on him. Kevin Richardson, the biggest troublemaker at East Point High School. A scrappy, tough guy with a wiry build and a wisecracking mouth. He'd had the kid in detention too many times to count and now after a lunchroom fist fight, Richardson was on the block for suspension. "Look at the big tough vice principal now," Kevin growled. For some reason Martell had never noticed just how grown-up and baritone the high schooler's voice was. It sent chills down his spine in his current defenseless position. "Used to playing the tough guy, barking at us like you're still some army drill sergeant." Jack's fire and resistance returned immediately. "Marine!" he tried to say to correct the young delinquent. Only that damn rubber ball kept him from doing anything more than mumbling or moaning. Kevin laughed. "Aren't you cute, sir," he teased running his sneaker up the exposed area between Jack's beefy thighs. The older man grunted and shook as he tried to avoid the scratchy sensation along his perineum but the movement only made it worse. He relaxed in defeat and let the boy's foot prod along his crotch as well. Just then another boy arrived. Mike Harrington. Another perennial detention denizen. "Hey Kev," he called out as he entered with a paper grocery bag. "I got the stuff. Dean's getting some hot water." "I don't know why we don't just use ice cold water on the man," Kevin sighed as he dug in and pulled out some electric hair clippers. He handed them to Mike. "Why don't you get started?" Jack shook in dread and his eyes widened as he started to guess what was going to happen to him. "That's right, Martell," Kevin explained, "you're gonna get all that pretty golden fur removed today." The click then the hum-buzz of the clippers started and tears started running down his face as he felt the cold metal touch his stomach. Harrington was removing big chunks of soft, downy blond torso hair. "I gotta thank Mikey here," Kevin continued. "We've been trying for weeks to come up with some way to get back to you. Get back at you in a way you're not gonna be able to touch us. Cause you're gonna be too goddamned ashamed. You're gonna want to forget this night. Isn't he, Mike?" "Yep. Damn, Kev, Martell's one furry fucker." Mike ran his fingers through the waves of chest hair, while his other hand pushed the clipper in nice, methodical rows. The stomach was almost completely trimmed now. "Even more than I expected," his friend seconded. By now, Dean Jones had appeared with a bowl of water and a wash cloth. "Wow," he observed. "You guys started without me." Martell was getting as pissed off as he was humiliated. Who did these young turks think they were? They'd deserved every minute of detention, every insult Martell had hurled their way. Jones, particularly. He had everything a kid could want -- well to do parents, ballplaying ability -- and he was throwing it away hanging out with these guys, sneaking away behind the school to light up. If the school hadn't banned corporal punishment, he'd love to beat some sense into this fucker. Instead, this fucker was bending down between his spread and now powerless legs and spraying shaving gel in a direct line from his anus to his ball. A quick dip of the razor in water and it was running the full length, denuding his most private parts. Martell growled, but in the end he just lay there on that cold basement floor and took it. Dean took the razor and started flicking away the hairs lining the rim of his ass pucker. The sensation made Jack sweat, but it also tingled. What the fuck? When the man's crack was baby smooth, Kevin grabbed the can of shaving gel and shot a dollop on the exposed pucker. Lewdly, he pushed his finger right in, bulldozing past the natural defenses of Martell's anal muscles. Even through the ball-gag, the boys could hear the loud grunt. They assumed the ass-punishment was causing cries of discomfort, but then marveled as the man's heavy cock twitched and rose up. Slowly, as Kevin started frigging his vice principal's mancunt, Martell's prick rose to full, tall erection. "Fuck, guys," Mike spoke up, "Martell gets off on this shit." Already he'd taken a second razor and was going over the man's burly chest. "Hey guys!" A smooth tenor teen voice announced the presence of another guy in the room. Jack's eyes widened in excitement. It was his son Jeff. Jeff was a big bruiser of a lineback, but Jack wasn't sure he could take on three other guys. But maybe he'd talk these sick fuckers out of their torture scheme. Jeff paused and smiled when he saw his dad bound on the floor. "How's the sheep shearing going?" he chuckled. He pulled out a beer from the paper bag and popped it open as he sat down to watch the show. Jeff was in on this? Jack really started to sweat now. He was furious at his son, yet scared, too. It was official now that no one would help him. "Man, Jeff, your dad's a perv," Dean said, gripping the man's erection and lifting it up only to let it fall against the man's newly shaved belly with a loud smack. "See?" Jeff laughed. "Wasn't expecting that. Kinda takes away from the revenge, huh?" Kevin shrugged. "I dunno. It's gonna make the blackmail vid something else." "You taping this?" Matt rubbed the bare chest muscle, as if to admire his masterful shaving job. Kevin grinned and nodded to the tripod set off to the right. Jack was really crying now and his body slumped soft in defeat. Still, his prick was harder than fuck. He tried to will himself soft. Fer christsake, his own son was watching him bone up at this treatment. Still, he couldn't help it. Kevin's fingers were really working deep into his tight ass now. Martell felt abused, violated, and so turned on. His dick was starting to drip on his smooth torso. Now, Dean held that leaking prick up at a perpendicular angle as Matt attacked the man's pubes, first with the clippers then the razor. Nuding him down, scraping away the manliness from around that fuckstick. Already formidable, that adult cock looked a good two inches longer now. When they were done, the three teens pulled back and revealed the new, shaved-down father to Jeff Martell. The linebacker stood up, and started unbuckling. "You learned your lesson, Dad?" Jack nodded. "You're gonna stop being such a fucking Nazi around the house? Around school?" He looked up to his buddies as he shucked his jeans. The boy's hardon was every bit as long and thick and hard as his father's. He looked back down at his dad's body, which seemed even more muscular removed of hair. "None of this two months grounded shit from now on. Got it?" Again Jack nodded. Jeff knelt down between his dad's legs, casually wiping back his dirty blonde hair before leaning forward. Slowly. Torturously. Jack's body shook when he felt it. His boy's dick touch his own. Fuck, if he could only make that prick go down! But the contact was electric and made his stick flex even harder. Then the sensation of Jeff's stiffer running against his own. Fuck! He had to close his eyes and picture the least sexy thing he could think of. But all he could think of was his son's meat. Oversized, powerful, a carbon copy of his old man. Juice-filled teen balls, dusted with hair, brushing his own, newly smooth sac. The intense incestual contact drove him mad. Now Jeff was rubbing his father's chest. "Fuck, I'm hairier than you now. You sure got smooth titties, Dad," he joked, "Maybe I should fuck 'em." He didn't get that far. The fuckstick frottage drove the younger Martell to orgasm quickly. Rapidly, he scuttled up and jerked his cock a half a foot away from his father's lustful face. Then jism fired out. Long thick ropes that pelted Jack's visage, a warm rain burning his eyes, soaking his hair. Hands free, the father's own cock jerked and spewed its wad. "Talk about perved," Dean said. As he came down from orgasm, Jeff looked down lewdly. He brought his cocktip to the opening in the ballgag and squeezed his shaft, milking the shaft right into the hole, into his dad's mouth. Jack got forcefed the briny taste of his son's essence. His cock wasn't going down. Jack felt extra defenseless as his own flesh and blood crawled between his spread legs and speared his cock into his dadcunt. Christ! His own boy fucking him. This was so wrong, so humiliating, yet the very thought, the very sensation pushed Jack's meat to its strained limits of hardness and size. Dripping all over his smooth stomach, the precum flowing, the second round of Martell sperm rushing to join their brothers pooling on Jack's stomach. Here Jack Martell lay, some deranged sonlover. "That's it, JM," Kevin cried out. "Go for it. Knock that fucker down a peg." "Man, you got an easy fuck whenever you want now," Mike added. "Feels fantastic, guys," Jeff huffed, clearly enjoying the forbidden fruit he was partaking in. "When I'm done, you can have at 'im." The thought sent fear and excitement down Jack's spine. His boy's cock felt so good. Big hard meaty fucker, pounding his guts. He thought about what Mike Harrington said. He thought about his son fucking him over and over. For the second time, Jack Martell came. And passed out. When Jack Martell woke up he was back in his own home, in the guest room bed. The sheets felt scratchy against his nude skin, and his head pounded. Slowly, he sat up, feeling his sore jaw, trying to get circulation back in his arms and legs. He thought -- hoped -- for a moment that he'd dreamed the whole ordeal, but his throbbing asshole told him otherwise. From its aching looseness what seemed like a river of sperm seeped out into a wide circle on the bedsheets. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and slipped them on, glad to cover over the evidence of his shaving. He'd have to think up some explanation for the wife. The entire family was already gathered for Saturday morning breakfast. His wife gave him a peck as he entered the dining room and expressed concern. "You OK, honey? Jeff told me you'd gone over to your buddies for poker night and that he had to pick you up" "Yeah, sorry, hon. Guess I had a little too much to drink." He looked at Jeff who just smirked but let on little else. Damn, he looked at his son in a new light now, for sure. By the look in his boy's eye Jack could tell Jeff was gonna fuck him again. Probably soon. The mother continued. "I wasn't sure if I should let him go get you, given the grounding you'd given him." Jack waved his hand. "We can forget that. I think Jeff's learned his lesson."