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Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 05:51:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Glynn <robert.glynn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spanked (scat)

Do not read this story if you are not allowed to, or don't want to.
It contains elements of homosexual incest, adult/youth sexual contact,
and rough, even brutal, sexual practices, including scat. If such things
don't float your boat, go play in some other lake; if you like things
like this, take off your pants and jacket. I value reader feedback.
Please e-mail me with any nasty ideas you'd like to see in a story. I
would be especially interested in hearing from a submissive boy who would
like to enter into a strictly on-line dominate/submissive relationship.
I am very imaginative and creative. Want to play?

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
you're going to be treated 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 round his knees before
he knew what was happening. Dave was a growing boy and had put on a lot
of muscle recently, but he was no match for me. 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) Davis's butt was turning bright red and my hand
was starting to sting. David stopped struggling and took his
well-deserved medicine. (Slap, slap, slap) Then I noticed a pressure on
my thigh. My God... (Slap, slap) his cock had grown rock hard and was
pressing into my leg... (Slap) and 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 up
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," Dave said while he pulled up his
pants and stuffed his still hard, dripping dick back in his jeans.
"Okay, Dave", I said. "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
and 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 David yesterday, and I knew Carl would understand.
Over a mug of 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. "He was obviously really turned on by
having his ass whipped by his father. He came with out touching his cock
didn't he? You don't do that unless you're super turned on. You said
his cock was still hard after he shot, 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 sat sipping my beer
and listening to my friend, I was aware that my cock was as hard as
steel.

*********

When I got home that night, David was sitting at the dining room
table doing his homework. "Hey, David," I said.
"Hey, Dad," David 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. 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 sperm 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."
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 alright if I called Carl and invited him
over?"
Dave nodded his head and said, "Yeah, Dad I'd like that." I saw a
drop of precum bubble up out of his piss hole.
I took the chair by the 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
it."
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, behind his dangling
balls, and touched his ass hole. "Have you ever been fucked, son?"
"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 cornholed by a bunch of guys at school. Okay... I'll tell
him." I turned back to David and said, "Carl says when he gets here,
we're not going to just spank your ass, he wants to whip your hole".
By this time, I had wiggled my finger into my boy's shit hole. "He
says we're going to punish your cunt really hard, okay?"
"Yeah, Dad, you guys can do whatever you want, I'll do anything you
want -- anything, I like it rough."
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 him... What do you say,
son, think you can take a man's cock up your cunt without any lube."
Dave, whose cock was dripping precum, 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 into 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 precum 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 hot". In no time, Carl was naked and standing behind my
boy, pressing his hard dick up against the kid. When I saw Carl peering
over Dave's shoulder, checking out my son's 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 damn!" 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
dammed 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 with
gestures only, asked if I wanted to whip the boy. I indicated he should
do it and while I held the boy down, I watched as Carl stepped behind the
boy. 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. The lad jerked and groaned when
the strap landed. Carl repeated the blow time after time, until David's
entire ass was shining red and he was gasping for air.
Then 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 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 the
boy's back with my face close to his glowing red ass; I put a hand on
each cheek and spread his butt, exposing his shit hole. It was
beautiful. Fuck, my son's shit hole was the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen. Carl told David 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
punishing, and fucking.
Carl brought the horsewhip down smartly on my son's exposed hole.
The lad howled, his hole instantly inflamed a passionate red, and my cock
throbbed. Carl instructed the kid to push out his shit hole again for
more punishment. David complied and Carl whipped the boy's cunt
repeatedly. Each time David 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 precum.
After the twelfth slap, Carl dropped his whip and said, "I've got
to fuck that shit box. Help me get it 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 his twat wide for
my friend's fucking. Like mine, Carl's cock was dripping with precum,
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 teen pussy. I'd stretch the hole wide and Carl would
worm more of his big shaft into David. David was groaning, swearing, and
shoving, and I managed to get a couple of fingers in the boy's cunt so I
could really stretch it open for my friends use. Fuck, it was hot.
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, "He's tight." Then to my amazement, Carl pulled
his cock out of the boy and said to me, "Man, you've got to try that.
Let's trade places." When I was standing behind my boy's ass, Carl
reached down and wiped the precum off my cock, "You've got to dry fuck
him; you're not going to believe how tight his turd box is".
It took as much time and effort to get my cock into the boy's dry
rectum as it had taken Carl. Dave's anal sheath clung to my prick with
a furious friction. I had to hold still, once I had penetrated all the
way into the kid, 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 precum 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 precum off my dick, and in one quick,
hard, shove, I stabbed into David's pussy. Feeling my son's quivering,
tight rectal embrace on my joy stick was thrilling. Hearing him groan
made me want to fuck him even more. I pulled out of the boy all the
way. 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?"
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 sexy to watch my son get used like
that, get raped like that.
Then Carl pulled out and said, "I'm getting close, but I'd rather
dump my scum in his mouth. Let's face fuck him." We picked Davy up,
and lay him on his back on the desk, with his head hanging over the edge.
"Now for face fucking, you want a really wet, slimy, fuck hole,"
Carl explained. He told David 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 the boy, and hocked up a nasty loogie,
and spit it into his mouth. We took turns spitting into my son. Then
Carl spit right onto my son's beautiful face. Stepping up to the boy,
Carl took his big wet dick and used it to smear his spit all over the
boy's face. Damm, that looked sexy.
Carl stepped back, and I did the same thing, spitting in my son's
face and smearing 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 head 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 some throat; I want a nice face pussy. You just lay their and
I'll do the rest, and keep your fucking teeth off my cock, bitch, you
just keep your face cunt opened wide." Saying this Carl hunched
forward, into the boy's mouth, fucking all the way into his throat,
shoving the full length of his cock into the boy.
Carl left his meat in the boy's throat for several seconds, letting
the lad'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 boy's throat and thrilled at the incredible sensations that engulfed
my cock. 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
the bitch." He said.
I felt cum rising in my balls, and cried out as I slammed all the way
into my only son's mouth. My first wad blasted straight down his
gullet. Then 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 smeared face.
Carl rode David's face pussy, for a long, hard, fuck. David 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 precum, all the while; a hard cock
never lies.
Carl pulled out of the boy when he shot his wad, and added his sperm
to mine, on the boy's face. When Carl had backed up, I got up out of my
chair went over to my boy and gently, lovingly, licked his face clean.
When I had finished, Carl, who had taken David's hard cock in his hand
said, "Why don't I jerk him off?"
David moaned.
"Yeah" I said "you jack him off, I'm going to sit on his face. I
want to feel his tongue up my shit hole."
David moaned again and said, "Yeah, Dad, sit on my face, let me eat
your shit hole, fuck, you can shit in my mouth if you want to, Dad."
I couldn't believe what my son had just said, but when I took my
position sitting on my son's still sticky face, and felt him shove his
tongue deep into my rectum I said "Fuck, that feels so good it makes me
want to shit in your mouth, boy." David moaned and I felt his head nod,
as he wiggled his tongue in my shit chute.
Carl continued to masturbate David and said, "Do it, feed your boy,
Daddy, he wants it, he's hungry."

 
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