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Chapter 1
Jason and the Tattoo man

Mom said we used to live with my grandparents in the parsonage behind the church. She got pregnant in high school and shamed her father, who was the minister of a super ultra-conservative congregation. They hid her away like a dirty secret until I was born. I never knew my dad's name or what he looked like, except my mom said I looked just like him when he was my age. She also said I would never meet him because he never wanted me. Still, looking like him made me feel like I belonged to somebody. Other kids said I didn't look like my mom, but I told them that was all right because I looked just like my dad.

When Mom got pregnant again, grandma and grandpa disowned her and threw her out. I was pretty young when my little brother Jason was born and all I really remember about him as a baby is that he cried a lot. We lived in lots of different crummy houses or apartments with whoever Mom was dating at the time. The last one before Mom got sick was a guy with long stringy hair and a lot of tattoos who frequently got drunk and regularly punished us.

Jason and I slept in an oversized closet just big enough for a mattress on the floor. Mom's boyfriends didn't have guest rooms or extra bedrooms for kids. While I am tall with coal-black hair and green eyes, Jason is a precocious towheaded dynamo with piercing blue eyes and a gymnast's quickness and flexibility. Under normal circumstances, he smiles a lot and drives everyone crazy with his nonstop questions. Lately, he has been sullen and withdrawn. He has also been trying to hide bruises on his arms and ribs. When I asked about the marks on his body, he refused to talk about it.

Late one night, while Jason and I were asleep in our closet like bedroom, I heard Mr. Tattoo man yelling at Mom. He was drunk again. I couldn't hear what they were fighting about this time, but it was not unusual. They fought a lot. A few minutes later, the door slammed open and Mr. Tattoo man grabbed Jason by the arm and started dragging him out of the room.

"Wake up, you lazy brat. Time you learned how to be a man instead of a sissy fag," he slurred.

"Leave him alone," I yelled. "Pick on someone your own size."

"Shut up, brat, you're next," he retorted as he slammed the door shut.

I could hear him locking me in by wedging a chair under the doorknob. There are no windows in our closet. The door was the only way to get in or out. I heard their bedroom door slam shut across the hall. I anxiously listened at the door for any clue as to what was happening to Jason behind their closed bedroom door. I heard more yelling between Mom and Mr. Tattoo man. After a few minutes of silence, it sounded like Mom and Mr. Tattoo were having sex. This went on for a while and then I heard sounds like someone being slapped or hit and Jason screaming in pain. I rammed the door with my shoulder. It didn't budge – more screams from Jason. Frantic, I racked my brain to think of a way out. Grabbing a wire hanger, I tried to hook the chair leg by poking the hanger under the door. Not long enough. Then I tried to kick the door out like you see them do in the movies all the time. Apparently, that only works in the movies. Meanwhile it sounded like Jason was being beaten. No doubt, this was where his bruises had come from before, but this time it was much worse. I tried rattling the door by pulling in on it as hard as I could. I heard the chair slide a little bit. I pulled in on it again and slammed it back. The chair moved another inch. After a half dozen tries, the chair fell over and I was free.

I burst into the bedroom. Mom was in bed, holding the sheet up around her breasts. A naked Mr. Tattoo man was kneeling on the bed, straddling a naked Jason that he held down by strangling him with his hand around his neck while punching him in the ribs. Launching myself at Mr. Tattoo, I knocked him off the side of the bed with me on top. I pummeled him with my fists. He shoved me back hard enough that I was in midair when I hit the corner wall. He was on me surprisingly quick, considering he was drunk, strangling me with his hand around my neck while punching me in the ribs and crushing my balls with his knee. Mom was yelling and Jason was crying. Mr. Tattoo was bellowing threats about how he was going to kill us. The pain from his knee made me scream, but the sound never came out, as I could not get a breath. My vision was getting darker and the pain was a swirling black hole sucking me down. His face was inches from mine and I could smell his sour breath as I struggled to pull his hand away from my throat. I knew that in a few moments, I was going to lose consciousness. A blur of motion hit Mr. Tattoo in the head and shoulders and the pressure on my neck was suddenly gone. Jason had launched himself into the air with such force that my attacker bounced off the wall and went down unconscious.

"Quick, David, help me get him up on the bed and then you and Jason go back to bed," mom said as she tried to reach Mr. Tattoo while clutching the sheet to her body. "With any luck, he will be out for the rest of the night."

I struggled to lift his unconscious dead weight onto the bed with mom's help. There were flashes of naked breasts and other body parts, but under the circumstances, I barely noticed. Jason was curled up in the corner, crying. I carried him back to our little closet and laid him on his side on the mattress. Lying down behind him, I put my arms around him and hugged him against me. Jason was making too much noise. If Mr. Tattoo woke up, there would be hell to pay. I cuddled him as tight as I could and tried to comfort him, but nothing seemed to help. I put my hand over his mouth to quiet his sobbing and, on a whim, put two fingers in his mouth as a human pacifier. That seemed to work because he started to suck on my fingers in between sobs.

With the immediate danger behind us, I began to explore Jason's body to see if anything was broken. I moved my hand over his chest. His heart was beating fast like a little bird and his breathing was ragged in between sobs. It was impossible to tell if he was still upset by the fight or if his crying was caused by an injury. As I massaged his chest, he winced when I pressed an area just above his right nipple. Several areas along his ribs caused him to squirm and cry out. His entire tummy area was sensitive and sore. I felt between his legs along his inner thigh. He had bruised areas high up close to his privates, where he was held down with a hand or knee. I cupped his soft penis and balls and they seemed to have escaped undamaged. I could also tell he had been spanked or beaten with a belt, as there were swollen ridges across his bottom.

I found some lotion I kept on hand for other reasons and began to massage some onto his smooth boy bottom. Jason was a gentle soul and I felt guilty to my core that I had not been able to protect him. With a liberal application of lotion on my fingers, I massaged his bottom and between his ass cheeks, circling his hole in the process. Either the cool lotion or the massage seemed to calm Jason and his breathing became more regular. Mom had tried her best to provide for us, but she couldn't do it as a single mother. It seemed that no one but bad boys were interested in dating a woman with two kids. That was probably why there had been a parade of losers like Mr. Tattoo man. I questioned how straight and macho he was if he got off on boys watching him have sex and then beating them up. Jason sucked my fingers and squirmed back against my hand. Continuing to caress his bottom, I curled my body protectively around his. Jason was finally asleep.

After that, there were several more similar nights of a drunken Mr. Tattoo man barging in and either beating on us or dragging one of us out of bed. We were both terrified to fall asleep and it became necessary to cuddle Jason every night before he would nod off. I held him in my arms and let him suck on my fingers. Exploring his lean boy body, sometimes I stroked his soft penis and balls and other times, I massaged his bottom and teased his hole. In the beginning, at least, it wasn't about getting off, although it certainly felt good. Being together and touching was about sharing something between us that was shared with no one else. It was exclusive, intimate and even a little dangerous. I would do anything to make my brother feel safe and loved. The time we spent together in that little closet forged an unbreakable bond between us that would last a lifetime no matter what anyone else thought.

Chapter 2
There's no place like home

When Mom got sick, they took her to the hospital. We didn't see her for a few days and then Mr. Tattoo man took us to see her (and never came back). She looked terrible and Jason began to cry as soon as we saw her in the hospital bed with tubes running out everywhere. She was too weak to even comfort him, so I held him in my arms and put my fingers in his mouth as our mother died. The social worker woman made us leave right away. She said I was going to my dad, but they could not locate Jason's dad and our grandparents would not take him, so he would have to go to a foster home. I told her I didn't have a dad and I needed to be with Jason, but she wouldn't listen. They took Jason away and I didn't see him again. I spent a couple of nights in a temporary shelter. The other boys there stole most of the good stuff out of my suitcases while I was asleep. So, by the time the social worker woman came back for me, I didn't have much left.

The social work woman drove me to a part of town I had never been before. I figured I would run away the first chance I got. I would find Jason and we would live on the street or hitch a train like you see on TV. No one else would ever understand my brother. He would just cry without me to take care of him. It was just the two of us now. We pulled up to a gate in a pretty fancy neighborhood. The gate opened without anyone doing anything and we drove up and stopped in front of this large modern house. The whole front of the house was like big mirrors that you could see yourself in. I could see a big pool and behind the house, there was a forest with a lot of trees. The whole place was surrounded by a fence. I suppose the fence was to keep me from running away. A big blond guy was standing at the entrance. I knew right then this was a mistake. My mom said I looked just like my dad, so this blond guy could not be my dad since my hair is as black as coal. The place was way too fancy to be a government youth home. Once he got a look at me, we would be out of here.

I got out and looked around. Man, what a layout. The blond muscle guy spoke to the social worker woman and then came over and asked if he could help me get my bags. I said sure, so he took one and I took the other. They were big suitcases, but there wasn't much good stuff left in them. When we got inside, the entrance was like two stories high and there was a fancy modern staircase that went up to the second floor. You know, the kind where the stairs stick out of the wall and it looks like you are walking up into the air. They didn't look like they were built with kid safety in mind.

Then I saw this other guy coming down the stairs. He was tall with raven black hair. He had these intense green eyes. He looked just like I had always fantasized my dad would look like, except he had this serious, angry expression. He didn't even look at me but spoke to the social worker woman and they went off into the kitchen. Could that be my dad? The blond guy spoke up.

"David, let me show you to your room."

Okay, maybe the blond guy was like the butler or something. The blond guy carried my big suitcase like it was a feather. I followed behind, lugging my other suitcase like it had a ton of bricks in it. When we got to the top of the stairs, we turned to the left into a room the size of the house I grew up in.

"David, I'm Bryan, your dad's assistant. This will be your room; I hope you like it," Bryan said.

My room? I had never had a whole room just for me. It was huge. There was a big bed, and another area with a desk, a sofa and some chairs. Through a door, I could see what was probably a bathroom. But the windows were the most awesome. They went from floor to ceiling and overlooked a garden. There was even a sliding door that opened onto a little balcony or something. It had a glass railing around it, so it would feel like you were walking right out onto the air. It didn't look very kid safe either.

"We found this old laptop of your dads for you until we can get something better. Here is a remote for the TV over there and some game controllers if you like video games," Bryan said.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Then the handsome black-haired man walked in, still looking very serious. I turned to stare out the window. Was he angry with the social worker? Was he angry because I was here?

"David, I'm …" the dark man started to say.

"I know who you are," I interrupted him. "My mother described you to me before she died." Yeah, she told me you would look just like me.

"I am so sorry that you lost your mother," he said. "I'm afraid I don't remember her."

"It's okay," I said, "She told me it was a long time ago; you were both young." I turned my back on him and looked out the window. I didn't want to let him see my disappointment. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry?" he asked, "Sorry for what?"

"Sorry I just showed up like this. I know you don't want me. The social worker made me come."

I heard him cross the room. I braced for him to grab me or hit me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me around toward him. He reached for me and I started to pull back and resist. It took me a minute to realize he was not attacking me; he was hugging me. No adult man had ever done that before. I let my hands go around his waist and my head on his shoulder. He pulled our bodies together and I could feel his hands making little circles on my back. For a moment, I was warm and content. For just a moment, I forgot about my mother, Mr. Tattoo man, Jason, my stolen clothes and the social worker woman. It was just him holding me to his body and it felt good.

The blond man Bryan said he was leaving and the handsome dark man, my dad, I guess, stopped hugging me. I turned back to the window. I didn't want him to see that my eyes were watery. Real men don't cry. All my mom's boyfriends said so. I don't know how they knew – maybe a real man told them.

My dad said something about food and left. It all hit me at once, the house, the man, the room. Was I supposed to click my heels three times and say, "There's no place like home?" It was all so unreal. Food, dinner – I needed to find something to wear. You didn't wear an old ratty muscle shirt and jeans to a rich man's dinner. I found some dress slacks left in my suitcase because the guys were more interested in my good jeans. I also had a silky dress shirt that I never wore and apparently, the guys at the juvie home wouldn't either. It was too showy to wear around the neighborhood I lived in, but it might work for here. I washed my face and got out my toothbrush. I certainly didn't want to have bad breath. I put on the shirt and looked in the mirror. Ugh, I looked like a Mormon missionary. I unbuttoned the top two buttons. That was better. Damn, my nipples showed through the shirt. How do you make your nipples flatter? I pressed on them, which just made it worse. Did it make me look like a flat-chested woman? I unbuttoned the third button so he could see I didn't have breasts. It would have to do.

I found him in the dining room with this big table that would have seated a dozen people. He told me I looked handsome. I think I blushed. I was hoping he would think it was the reflection off my maroon colored shirt. I sat across from him at one end. I didn't know what to say; I didn't know what to do. I had never eaten fancy before. At home, fancy was sitting down for a burger or mac and cheese. There was food that I didn't recognize, but I ate it anyway without asking. He tried to talk about movies I had seen or sports I liked. I hadn't seen many movies and I didn't follow any sports, so the whole conversation was kind of a bust. There was a lot of silence. For dessert, there was a yummy strawberry tart and then a little glass of wine. I had tasted beer before, but never wine. I think it went straight to my head.

After dinner, my dad – that was going to take some getting used to – took me up to my room to show me all the neat gadgets I could use. Usually, when something is too good to be true, it really is too good to be true. I was in a fancy house all alone with a complete stranger. Would I find out later he was just renting me for the night? The show and tell ended when he said he still had some work to do and left. I wandered around looking at this and that. I missed my mom; I missed Jason. I couldn't remember a night when I had slept in a big bed all alone. I put away some clothes and then took off my only good shirt and pants and hung them up in this big empty closet. Real men don't wear pajamas, so I just lay down on top of the covers on the bed. I must have fallen asleep because that was all I remember.

The sun was pouring in through the windows. There were no windows in our little closet. Go away and let me sleep! Wait, where am I? I sat straight up in bed. Oh yeah, I clicked my heels three times and here I am – wherever this is. I looked in the drawers to figure out what to wear. Finally, I said fuck it and went downstairs in my boxer shorts. The big blond Bryan and my dad were sitting out on the patio in the bright light. I shielded my eyes and went out to join them. Way too cheerful for this early. Yes, to orange juice and coffee, no to something Benedict or other. It was decided Bryan would take me shopping today. I suspected my dad wanted me out of his hair so he could work. Gofer Bryan got stuck with me.

I sat upfront with the muscle stud in some big SUV. Bryan up close was a bit intimidating; I think his muscles had muscles. His thigh was like the size of my waist.

"So, are you like a bodybuilder or something," I asked.

Bryan laughed. "No, of course not. I lift weights to keep my weight down."

"I don't think it is working, dude," I said. "You look huge."

"You don't understand," he said with a laugh. "I used to be fat until I started running and lifting weights. There is a gym downstairs at the house and your dad lets me work out there."

"I'm so skinny; do you think I could ever have muscles like you?" I asked.

Bryan chuckled. "You would probably look funny if you were as big as me because you have a leaner body. But you could certainly put on some nice muscle. I think you already have a good start. I could show you how to use the weights if you like."

"Awesome. Do you think I could look as good as my dad?" I asked hesitantly. Geesh, why did I say that? Did he think I was scoping my old man already?

"Sure, you do look a lot like your dad already, you know? Your dad is what we would call lean. He is tall and has a lot of lean muscle. I know he runs regularly," Bryan confided.

"Yeah? I like to run," I added. Usually, I am running like hell to get away from someone.

"Great, maybe we could take a run together when we get back."

The rest of the morning was filled with trying on pants and shirts and shoes. Bryan said he had an awesome laptop ordered. He and my dad are some kinds of computer geniuses, so that he would get me the best. We even picked up a cool smartphone. Bryan said I should carry it with me at all times, so my dad could tell where I was and not have to worry. When I asked if my dad was rich, Bryan said it was none of my business, but my dad would not say that he was rich, just well off. I remember in Sunday school there was this story about the prodigal son. He ran off, but when he came home, his dad killed the fatted calf and had a party for him. I kind of felt like the prodigal son without all the fatted calf stuff. I mean, who wants a fatted calf when you can have cool threads and the kind of shoes that guys in the old neighborhood would knife you for in a minute.

When we got back to the house with all my new stuff, I got out of jeans and put on my new running shorts. Bryan had picked them out and said they were just like the ones he used. I also put on some sick new running shoes and went down to what Bryan called the garden level to find him. Bryan was still putting on his shoes, but whoa! I was going to look like chopped liver running next to this guy. He was a blond god out of those clothes. I admit that I checked him out and those running shorts would never look that good on me. He grinned at me as if he knew what I was thinking. He put his hand on my shoulder and we went out the garden door and up to the patio so we could exit through a side gate to the street for our run. I kept up with Bryan pretty well, but I was sweating like a pig by the time we got back to the house.

"Good run, buddy," Bryan said and slapped my ass on his way to shower off in the gym.

"Thanks," I said and turned to climb the stairs to my room. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. What a rush, I was pumped. Bryan turned out to be pretty cool. If my dad could be half that cool, I would be a very happy camper. I grabbed my towel to dry off and walked out into the bedroom to get some clothes. Standing in the middle of the room was this half-dog half-horse with his tongue hanging out, looking at me. I stopped short.

"Whoa there, nice doggy," I mumbled as I backed up a step. The monster came toward me. His head was at least waist high and he was big. I backed up to the wall, but he kept on coming. There was nowhere left to go. He stuck his head in my privates and started licking my balls. Well, licking was better than eating for sure, but how do I get him to stop? I tried to pet him without making any sudden moves. He just kept licking. Damn, my dick was responding to all that licking. As soon as it started getting hard, the monster started licking my dick too. Okay, it felt damn good, but what if someone walked in? I tried pushing him away, but he just took that as an excuse to shove his head between my legs and lick there too. I started to laugh. Now that I knew he wouldn't eat me, I was able to push past him and cover everything up with a towel. I think he was disappointed. What a horn dog. I found out later his name is Junior. If that is junior, I don't ever want to meet senior!

That night at dinner, we talked about Jason. I told my dad how much I missed Jason and how much Jason depended on me. He said he would try to find out where he was, but no promises. I thought maybe Bryan could hack into the foster care network and change the records or something. When I asked him, Bryan said he didn't think that would be necessary. I guess he was right because a few days later, he told me Jason would be coming to visit for a while – I could hardly wait.

Chapter 3
Brothers reunited

When Jason finally arrived, we did everything together all day long. We wrestled in the back yard with Junior, played hoops, but most of all, Jason loved the pool. He swam and splashed and we cannonballed each other. It was an awesome day and Jason stuck to me like glue. It was like he thought I was going to disappear or something. After dinner, Dad insisted Jason had to take a bath and get the chlorine off. I filled up the tub in my bathroom and we both jumped in. It was something we used to do when we were younger. I knew we were too old to play in a tub together now, but it felt like old times and we enjoyed the feel of washing each other's back and skin on skin contact. My dad walked in with some towels and I kind of freaked at what he must think. He just smiled and left the towels.

Jason had not brought many clothes with him and the clothes he had were all wet or dirty. I gave him a big towel to wrap up in and we went down to the TV room to watch a movie. Jason put his head in my lap and before the movie was over, he was sleeping. My dad was going to pick him up and take him upstairs to bed, but I said I would do it. Jason isn't that much younger than I am, but he is much smaller. I was able to pick him up and make it up the stairs to my bedroom. Junior followed me, sometimes getting in the way and almost making me trip. There was another bedroom for Jason, but we had always slept together and I wanted Jason with me tonight. I laid him on the bed and removed the towel. We don't look anything alike. Jason takes after my mom, blond and petite. He talks all the time and goes like a mad man until he runs out of steam. And then, just like now, he is out like a light. Junior wanted to get on the bed and lick Jason, but I made him lay down at the foot of the bed as I turned off the light.

I took off my clothes in the dark and lay down behind Jason so we could cuddle like we used to. As I pulled him back against me, it made me flashback to all those nights when we went to sleep, not knowing what would happen before morning. We were always afraid, always on edge. My cuddling must have triggered the same memories in Jason. As I stroked his chest, I heard him ask.

"Do they hit you?"

"No, never."

"Do they make you do things?" he asked in a whisper.

"No. You are safe here, really. Do they hit you where you are staying?" I asked.

"Sometimes," he paused then said, "I miss mom, and I miss you."

"I missed you too," I said as I closed my hand around his soft penis. Our bodies touching made me feel warm and strangely excited. Without having to worry about a beating, I could just allow myself to feel the pleasure of stroking Jason's growing member. "How does that feel."

"It feels good. But what if they catch us?" he questioned.

"They won't," I assured him. "Just relax and enjoy it. I don't know how long you will be able to stay here. I wish it were forever." I switched from stroking his semi-hard cock to pulling on his little balls. My own cock was getting excited from the body contact and I rubbed it between Jason's narrow little butt cheeks.

"I don't want to go back," he complained.

"Shhh now," I scolded as I turned him onto his back and rubbed my bigger cock against his smaller one. Putting my fingers up against his mouth, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He looked up at me in surprise. I kissed him again, using my tongue to force my way into his mouth. He tasted like the peppermint candy he had after dinner.

"Do it again," he asked enthusiastically. I leaned in again, and this time our tongues met and danced against each other as we expressed our pleasure at being reunited. Rising up enough to reach between his legs, I used my finger to tease the little pleasure button between his butt cheeks. He squirmed and made little moaning sounds each time I circled and probed his tight little hole. We had fooled around before lots of times, but I had never actually put my cock inside of him. I knew he would let me do it. Jason would let me do anything I wanted to, but I wouldn't do it unless he really wanted to do it too.

"I want to fuck you," I said. I knew he understood what I meant and I waited for his response.

"Will it hurt?"

"Yeah, at first," I responded truthfully. "It will feel good later, I promise."

"Okay," he said tentatively.

I got up and found something to use for lotion in the bathroom. Junior followed me, trying to get my attention by jumping up on me. I made him go back and lay down. I didn't intend to have a threesome with an oversized horny dog tonight. As I lay down again, Jason snuggled up with his back to me. I took my time spreading lotion on my fingers and working them into his ass. He was so tight I could feel his sphincter clenching my finger as I probed up inside of him. After getting a finger in as far as I could, I gave him some time to get used to the feeling. He laid his head back on my other arm and put my fingers in his mouth.

I pulled my finger out of his ass and replaced it with my cock head pressed against his sphincter. I spread lotion on my throbbing cock and slowly applied more pressure. Jason made noises of pain or pleasure; I wasn't sure which. It seemed like a long time before I felt the head of my cock slip inside. Jason gasped. His hole spasmed around my cock so hot and tight; I didn't dare move a muscle. As a distraction, I ran my fingers around the inside of his mouth, tracing his bottom teeth. He began sucking on my fingers as he spread his legs, easing the pressure in his ass. I felt an almost electric connection cycle from Jason sucking on my fingers, through my body and back out through my cock being squeezed inside his ass. Jason seemed to feel it too as I felt his tongue play against my fingers while he impaled himself more firmly on the ridged cock inside him. Jason was no stranger to pain, but this was different from the pain of being beaten. This was a pain as pleasure, and we both felt it coursing between us stronger than we had ever felt it before. I knew if I moved inside of him, I would cum. I started to back off until I could gain some control.

"No, don't," Jason cried out. "It's starting to feel better. I like you being inside me, don't take it out."

So, for Jason's sake, I didn't move, and I tried not to cum even though it felt like I would burst. I stroked his hard cock until he rewarded my efforts with his entire body going ridged and he started to pant. A few more strokes and he had a strong dry orgasm. I made sure the covers were at waist level and kept my hard cock inside my little brother as long as I could while he drifted off to sleep.

Shortly after that, I heard the door softly open, and a man was outlined by the hallway light. A moment later, the door closed again. The dad man was checking us out. What would he think if he knew what we were doing under the covers?

***

The longer Jason stayed, the more we hoped he would never have to leave. Every night we shared my bed and fooled around under the covers. We had kept secrets from adults all of our lives, so it was natural to hide our intimate private connection. We were no longer afraid to fall asleep, knowing with some certainty that we would not wake up to a beating or to the sound of adults fighting. I suppose most people would find it odd, but part of our fooling around helped us discover there was bad pain, but there could also be good pain. Good pain was dark but also sexual and exciting. Jason liked to be spanked on his bare bottom. I don't mean a few pats on the ass either, but a full-on wailing with my hand or a belt. When the pain hit its peak, it unlocked the fear we had known when Tattoo man beat us. With a drunken Tattoo man, there was no safety net, no assurance that he would not go too far and break us or even kill us. Oddly, at the instant Jason unlocked the fear for himself, it triggered me as well. The memory and the emotions were so strong it made our secret connection ever deeper and more intimate. We might have explored that side of our relationship more, but it was difficult to find a time and place where we would not be seen or overheard.

***

Most nights after Jason's bath time, we met up with my dad to watch a movie or play video games in the TV room instead of doing the same up in my room. I liked being around my dad, but it was also still a little strange. It wasn't that I just looked up to this strange man that I found out was my dad; I was in awe of him. He was tall, dark and mysterious, a computer genius and at least moderately rich. None of that fit into my previous reality. Was I gay? I fooled around with my brother and I found my dad attractive, but I wasn't attracted to every other man or boy. Bryan was built like a god, but we were just buds. I found some girls or women attractive, but not all of them. It was so confusing; I wasn't sure how I felt about my dad or how he felt about me. I only knew that I needed to be with my brother.

"David, could we talk a moment before you take Jason up to bed?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, sure, did I do something wrong?"

"No, nothing like that," dad said. "I just know how close you are to your brother and I want you to know we are trying to keep him here with you."

"I know," I acknowledged. "I do appreciate it. Jason really needs me – and I really need him too."

"Jason looks up to you. I know he loves you a lot. I also know he sleeps with you every night in your bed," he added.

That got my attention. Does he know?

"Yes, I really love him and would do anything for him, you know. He likes for us to sleep together otherwise, he sometimes wakes up and is scared," I explained cautiously.

"You both need to be touched and loved, and I want you to know it is alright. You don't need to hide that from me," he stated. "Do you know what I mean?"

Oh my god, he knows! He thinks I am a perving my brother. I started to panic. He will want to get rid of us or make us go to some shrink. Why weren't we more careful? Damn!

"I think so," I said softly. "We really like being here with you." Wait, maybe he is saying it is okay with him? What if he gets off on it? Maybe he likes little boys. Maybe he likes Jason better than he likes me? Geesh, I am just sitting here like a dumbass, say something!

"You know Junior likes to lick our dicks?" Why did I say something stupid like that? Now he knows I am a dumbass.

"I know," he laughed. "And he will lick your ass if you let him."

"I know. I thought he was going to eat me the first time," I laughed, relaxing a little. Okay, maybe he wouldn't throw us out. "It feels good when he licks my dick."

"Yeah, I know," my dad admitted. Holy cow! Is that why Junior licks everyone's cock, he learned it from my dad!

"Has he licked your dick?" I asked. My dad didn't answer that, but there was a mischievous little smile on his face. So, my dad was like perving his dog! That certainly changed things. What if he was more than just okay with me and my brother? What if he wanted to join in? Would I be okay with that? Would Jason be okay with it?

I tried to make it look like I was just adjusting Jason's towel, but I made sure he was uncovered from the waist up. A few minutes later, I squeezed and pulled on one of Jason's nipples. He usually liked that and it was hot to watch him squirm and arch his back. I kept it up and Jason whimpered a bit as I put my fingers in his mouth to suck on. I stole a look to see if my dad was still watching – He was. I adjusted the towel some more and my brother's soft little cock was uncovered. Jason still had a hairless boy body, but he was also lean and athletic. I could count the ridges of his ribs and each side of his chest was topped with a dark little nipple that stood up at attention. His stomach was concave and moved slightly up and down with each breath. His cock and balls were perfectly shaped and I knew his little ass was too. His thick blond hair was tousled and he always looked angelic when he was asleep. I was proud of my brother's cute little face and body and I noted the look of appreciation on my dad's face as he watched us.

"Where is Junior?" I asked.

"Outside," my dad said, and then just as I had hoped, he asked. "Shall I let him in?"

"Oh yeah."

Jason had made friends with Junior already, so when the monster bounded in and started licking his balls and cock, he was not in the least concerned. I decided to make it a bit more of a show and took off my t-shirt. Now Jason and I were both showing some skin. I had been working out with Bryan so I felt like I was not just a skinny kid but could boast a lean hard chest and stomach. I was pleasantly surprised when my dad came back into the room in just his underwear. Whoa! The man was smokin' hot. His skin was smooth and tanned. His mature nipples were large and sexy and there was a light covering of dark black hair over his chest with a trail down his ridged stomach and into his bulging tight black underwear. He came over and sat by me. My cock twitched.

Junior kept up the tongue action on Jason as his cock got harder. As he woke up, Jason spread his legs to give Junior even more access. I bent down to kiss Jason, well aware that my dad was watching me closely. It was just a quick kiss. Jason reached up to pull me down and we kissed the way we usually did, with lots of tongue exploring each other's mouths. After the kiss, I pulled up Jason's legs and let Junior's tongue explore between his ass cheeks. Say what you want, that dog knows how to give a rim job. He spared no energy, trying to get his tongue up inside of Jason's ass. I checked again to see if my dad was enjoying the show. Oh yeah, he was.

Lowering Jason's legs, I slapped his cock hard. That got a yell from Jason and he twisted around as I knew he would. I slapped his balls. I knew firsthand how much that could hurt and how much it turned my brother on. I wanted him as horny as possible so he would not protest what I was going to do next for the first time with an audience. I pressed the tip of my finger inside of Jason's ass. He whimpered, not from pain, but from being so exposed to another person other than me.

"Do you feel me inside you?" I whispered loud enough for my dad to hear.

"Yes."

"Do you like me inside you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"You know my dad is watching you all naked with my finger in your ass?" I asked, hoping it turned him on as much as it did me.

"Yes" Jason breathed.

"Do you like him watching you?" I asked, relieved that he was going along with this.

"Yes."

"Go sit on his lap, naked," I instructed him.

As Jason got up and walked past me to sit on my dad's lap, there was all kind of fantasies going on in my head. What if it was me sitting on his lap naked instead of Jason? Would he be as turned on watching me as he was with my little brother? Jason melted into my dad's arms and laid his head against his bare chest. I saw my dad start to play with his cock, touching and stroking it. Gathering up all my courage, I got up and unfastened my jeans and pulled them off. I pulled down my boxers and let my hard cock stand straight out. Junior was on it in a flash, licking both my balls and my already hard cock. His rough tongue was hot on my sensitive skin. I wanted to feel that tongue in my ass, so I got down on the floor on my hands and knees. Sure enough, Junior switched to licking everything between my ass cheeks. I had never had anyone give me a rim job and I decided I liked it a lot. But now it was time for the main event.

I put Junior outside with a quick pat on the head and a promise of another session sometime soon. When I came back into the room, I thought maybe my dad appreciated my naked body as he watched me, but it could have just been wishful thinking. I pulled Jason up off of his lap.

"C'mon Jason, time for Dad to put us to bed," I said suggestively.

It was quite a little parade as I marched naked Jason up the stairs to my bedroom with my dad in his underwear following close behind. I went over and lay down on my bed.

"Jason, let's show Dad how we sleep together," I said as I held out my hand to my brother. If he was uncomfortable with the situation, it didn't show. He submissively came and lay down on the bed with his back to me like we usually did under the covers. But tonight, it would all be out in the open.

As my dad watched, I got some lotion on my fingers and spread Jason's legs enough to work my finger up inside of him. I always liked this first invasion of his tiny little ass because it was so tight and warm. As I slowly finger fucked him, I looked up at my dad. I could tell he liked watching us and that turned me on. I purposely put some lotion on my cock and stroked it a few times. Yep, I had his attention. I put my cock against Jason's hole and steadily applied pressure until it slipped inside of him.

With just the head of my cock inside of him, I asked, "Do you want more, Jason? Is that enough or do you want me to go deeper."

"More," he whispered.

I started to slowly fuck him moving my cock in and out about halfway. Just a little bit at a time so we could both feel his ass gripping my cock as it pulsed inside of him. Dad came and lay down on the bed behind me. I could feel his body against mine as he put his arm under my head. He reached over me and fondled my balls as I continued to slowly fuck my brother. His touch almost made me cum. It was soft and erotic and I craved more. His hand traced the bottom of my cock to where it disappeared into Jason's tight ass. His fingers circled my cock and as I stroked in and out of Jason, his fingers stroked me with my own movement. Jason whimpered with sounds of contentment and nestled back against me and began to fall asleep. That left me still hard inside of him, with my dad hugging my back and massaging my bottom. I could feel his big cock pushing up against my butt through his underwear. This was so hot, better than any fantasy I could have dreamed of. I was hoping my dad would strip off his underwear and stick his big cock in me like I was inside Jason. But I was also afraid that he would try to fuck me with that big cock. While I was arguing with myself, it was decided for me when my dad started to get up to leave. No, I didn't want him to go. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He understood my intent and lay down behind me again and put his arm over both me and Jason. Somehow, we all went to sleep.

***

After that wild night, it was like the pressure was off – no more secrets; no more hiding. We had never in our life been able to just be us. If I felt like kissing Jason, we just did it. Jason has always liked to touch and be touched a lot. He was happier than I have ever seen him. He laughed and smiled all the time. Sometimes I saw him come up to dad and just wrap himself around his arm or sit by his chair and lean back against his legs. I might have been jealous, but I knew exactly how he felt. I craved that same touch and attention.

It wasn't all fun and games. I needed to go back to school and I was going to be way behind because of all the time I had missed. I panicked every time I thought about the first day of school in a new neighborhood. When my dad and I talked about it, he said he would hire tutors to help me catch up and Jason could be tutored as well as long as he was able to stay. The TV room became the classroom during the day and different tutors would show up depending on what subjects we were covering that day.

After the tutors and Bryan left for the day, it was just the three of us for dinner. Often after dinner, dad went back to work in his office on the second floor across from my bedroom. The office was strictly off-limits to kids. When dad wasn't working, we watched movies or played video games together. Sometimes he let us have a little glass of wine and we just sat and talked. Jason often came to watch a movie in just his underwear and, on occasion, after his bath, completely naked. He regularly fell asleep with his head in my lap or on the sofa instead of going to bed. A couple of times, I undressed Jason while he was still asleep to see if I could tease my dad into a repeat of the night we all slept together. I always had his complete attention as I slowly stripped off Jason's clothes. Our eyes locked every time I stroked his body or played with his little cock, but nothing happened. Maybe I was being too subtle. During a particularly boring movie, I recreated our previous encounter going as far as fucking my brother while making sure my dad could watch my cock moving in and out of his cute ass. Nothing.

Sometimes I admit that it is a pain to always take care of Jason. I was in the middle of a video game with the highest score I had ever been able to reach when Jason started complaining about wanting to go to bed. I tried to ignore him, but Jason can be persistent. Without paying a lot of attention, I heard my dad offer to put him to bed, and later, they went up the stairs together. I played the game for a long time before giving it any further thought. When I finished the game, I started to wonder what had happened. Did my dad just put Jason to bed, or did he do more? Wouldn't that be a kick if I had missed out by playing a video game while Jason was fooling around with my dad? I quietly opened my bedroom door and there they were, snuggled together. Damn!

Chapter 4
Fuck it

I met a girl.

A few times, when I was out running, I had met a nice-looking girl running on the same path. We had talked a few times before. Today it was hot and when we finished our run, I invited her over to swim in the pool. She showed up at the gate at the time we agreed upon and I led her back to the pool area.

"Don't wait for me," I said. "I will get us something to drink. Be right back." I headed in to the kitchen to grab a couple of cold drinks for after our swim and a couple of towels from my bathroom closet. Through the window, I could see that she had pulled off her outer clothes and had on a tiny white bikini. Now I felt overdressed in my swim trunks that came down almost to my knees. Scrounging around in my drawers, I pulled out a black speedo that I had never worn. The thing fits like a second skin. Putting my trunks back on over the top, I went out to the pool. I set up the drinks and towels beside the pool and stripped off my trunks.

We swam for a while and then decided to dry off in the sun. I passed her a drink and lay down on a lounger. Instead of laying on the next lounge chair, she sat on the edge of mine. Up close, she was very attractive with olive-colored skin and long black hair. I could feel something stirring a little in my speedo.

"This is a cool house. Do you live here with just your parents?" she asked and then giggled.

"Just my dad and my brother. My mom died, so I came to live with my dad," I said uncomfortably. She was leaning in close and it was hard not to stare at the nipples showing through her wet bikini. Is this flirting?

"Oh, that's too bad. I am so sorry. My parents drive me crazy, but I can't imagine not having one of them," she lamented. "I haven't seen you at school. I bet we are probably in the same grade." She giggled again.

"My brother and I are being tutored for now," I replied. "I won't be back in school for a while yet." The giggling is kind of annoying.

"Well, let me know whenever you want to hang out." She casually put her hand on my leg and giggled. She is flirting. I suppose if I were the kind of real man that Mr. Tattoo thought I should be, I would be all over her. Somehow after seeing your own mom have sex with men, it kind of takes the mystery out of it. The one thing I was curious about; would being inside her be tighter or hotter than Jason?

"Sure, that would be great," I said without enthusiasm. Her hand went to the front of my speedo and felt the outline of my dick. I tried not to flinch. Now, what am I supposed to do? Does she expect me to feel her up or would she freak? I reached out and cupped her breast. Her breast was not large, but it felt soft to my touch and her nipple was big and hard. It excited me, but it also felt like something was missing. I had no doubt we could find a place to have sex and all the parts would work the way they were supposed to. But it would just be sex, no different than hiring a prostitute. Mom had kept her boyfriends happy by having sex with them, but I never got the impression she actually loved them. It was just a place for us to live and a cock between her legs. Apparently, that was more important than keeping us from being beaten. Geesh, where did that come from? I love my mom and I would trade all of this to have her back –wouldn't I? Tattoo man would say that you weren't a real man until you had sex with a woman, but I didn't think sex with a woman made you a man and having sex with a man did not make you not a man. Adults say a lot of stuff that isn't true.

The awkward moment was broken by Jason doing a cannon ball in the pool. Thank you, brother.

***

If I thought the incident of the awkward pool date was over and done with – I would be wrong. At dinner, my dad brought it up.

"David, I noticed your girlfriend at the pool today," Dad said, trying to be subtle.

"Yeah, she is just a girl I met running a few days ago. I hope it is okay."

"Sure. She is very pretty; don't you think so?" he asked suggestively.

"I don't know, I suppose so," I said noncommittally. "She giggles a lot."

"She was all over you," he added. Damn! He must have seen us.

"She just felt me up a little. It was no big deal," I said, turning a shade of fire engine red.

"Did you cuddle with her?" Jason asked. If looks could kill, Jason would be toast.

"Shut up. Nothing happened," I retorted angrily. "She is just a friend."

"It would be okay for you to be attracted to her," dad lectured. "You are that age when guys start to notice girls or want to have sex." Oh crap, he thinks we need to have the talk! Well I have had real live show and tell, thanks to Mr. Tattoo man. Been there, done that!

"Well, I don't!" I yelled at them. "I've got homework to do." And I stomped off to my room.

I was angry and embarrassed. Having my first private moments with a girl viewed and discussed at the dinner table was not my idea of a good time. Some things should be private. I didn't do anything wrong. A guy just needs some space once in a while.

I could hear Jason and Dad in the TV room, but I stayed upstairs in my bedroom most of the night. I only came out to put Jason to bed in his own room. I had a right to be angry – didn't I? Couldn't he understand it would be embarrassing? And Jason, my own brother, acting like I did something wrong. I have taken care of him all my life, didn't I deserve to have friends of my own? Fuck it!

I undressed and got in bed. I couldn't get to sleep. I kept remembering the time at the pool, the hand on my dick, the conversation at dinner. I shouldn't have got so angry. We had never fought before. It was the best part of being here; no one ever yelled or got drunk. I missed Jason sleeping with me. What if I had made dad so angry with me that he liked Jason better. Jason is such a cute, cuddly little kid; I mean, who wouldn't like him. I know they slept together before. Is Jason up there sleeping with Dad right now?

I got up and looked out into the hallway. The master bedroom was on the third floor and we were not allowed up there unless there was an emergency. Without bothering to put on my clothes, I quietly snuck up the stairs. The bedroom door was open and I stood in the doorway looking in, not sure what to do next.

I heard a voice in the dark ask "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No," I admitted and paused for a moment. "I feel bad. I want to apologize; I didn't mean to get so angry." My voice cracked a little and I thought I might start blubbering. Why the fuck did I always have to screw up a good thing.

The hallway light was just bright enough that I could see my dad sit up in bed. The covers fell down in his lap, exposing his chest and enough of other things that I could tell he was sleeping nude. "Come here son," he said as he motioned for me to come in. "Everyone gets angry. I am sorry if I embarrassed you; I didn't mean to. Your friends are always welcome here."

Now I did blubber a bit. I went over and got on the bed next to him. I had been close to him without his shirt on before, but somehow being in his bedroom on his bed was different. The light outlined the muscles of his chest and shoulders and I noted the differences between his mature body and Jason's boy body. They were both sexy but in different ways. I also realized for the first time how much I loved this man. How smart, kind and sexy he was. What would Jason and I do without him? "I really love you, Dad. I know I haven't said it before. I will always love you and Jason no matter what," I blubbered. "I don't know where we would have ended up except for you."

"I love you too," he said and pulled me into a hug. I felt his hand on my back, pulling me into his bare chest and he held me tight against him. It was a little awkward because we were both sitting up against the headboard. When he let go, on impulse, I kissed him on the mouth. It was just a quick kiss, as I was not sure how he would react to it. I didn't have to worry because he kissed me back and I tasted his tongue pushing into my mouth. I sucked at his tongue and pressed harder against his lips. It was a kiss I would remember for a long time.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I begged.

"Sure son," he replied. I liked it when he called me son. He pulled me back so that I could lay back against him with his arms around me. I had often held Jason just like this. It felt good to be held and overwhelmed by feelings that I didn't understand. I reached up and kissed him hard again. My tongue tasted his mouth and I felt a need to be with him in every possible way. Lying back in his arms again, he caressed my chest, exploring the hard-earned muscles I had added recently with Bryan's help. He played with my nipples, gently pulling on them. The twinge of pain was a definite turn on.

"I want you to hurt me," I whispered. It was a bold request. I didn't know what he would think of me, but I really needed him to be for me what I had always been for Jason. "I don't want to be in control tonight. You can do whatever you want to me. I need you to make me feel pain." I didn't know how to explain it better than that because I didn't really understand it myself. The silence was pregnant.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

He got out of bed and I thought maybe he was going to leave the room, but instead, he opened a drawer and took something out. I couldn't see what it was. This was the first time I had seen my dad naked. In the dim light, I could make out the outline of his trim body and the shadow of the big balls hanging between his legs. His waist and butt were small, like mine. His full black hair was tousled from sleep and shadows accentuated the dark beard line of his jaw. When he turned around, I caught just a glimpse of trimmed black hair around his soft cock. Even soft, I could tell his cock was much bigger than mine. When he climbed back on the bed, he straddled my legs, pulled my hands up over my head and snapped on handcuffs. With a bit of rope, he tied my hands to the headboard. He pulled me down flat on the bed, so my arms were stretched above my head and forced my legs apart with his knees as he knelt between them. I was now staring at his naked body close up.

"You are mine now. You are totally mine to do with whatever I want," he said in a low, seductive voice. It gave me shivers.

I struggled with the cuffs and the unfamiliar feeling of being confined. For a moment, I felt panic when I realized I could not get free.

"I will give you what you want," he said. "But you also have to give me what I have wanted ever since I saw you. I want all of you, your mind, your heart and your body. I am your father and you are my son. We will be bonded together like no one else now or in the future."

"Yes, father," I said submissively. If you only knew how much I want that too.

He began running his hands all over my body. My chest, arms, stomach, even my legs and feet. With some oil, he massaged every inch of me, especially my nipples, cock and balls. I loved the feel of his hands. I always touched Jason like this, but this is the first time someone was touching me that way. The oil smelled good and when he stroked my cock and balls with it, I could have cum right then. Just as I thought I would lose control, he turned me over on my stomach and began working down my back and across my butt and down my legs. Next, he returned to my butt and poured oil directly between my ass cheeks. I felt his finger massaging my hole. Now I knew how Jason felt when I did this to him, but I have never had anything inside of me before. The finger between my cheeks was working its way up inside me. I squirmed and pulled on the constraints. The probing finger was now all the way inside me and my ass clenched tight at the invasion. I whimpered, arching my back and pulling away. His hand followed my movement, always probing a little further into me. I realized I couldn't get away and I stopped, just feeling his finger moving in and out. I knew this was just the beginning, that he was going to fuck me with his big cock. I wasn't sure I could take anything that big.

"No, don't fuck me," I begged.

He stroked my hair and whispered in my ear, "I am going to fuck you, but not yet."

The finger probing my ass suddenly disappeared but returned, pushing inside me as far as it could. I squirmed and yelped at the unexpected invasion. The finger was withdrawn again, but left something behind. Suddenly I felt a strong vibration deep inside me. My legs went ridged, my ass clenched and I heard myself moan. I had some kind of little vibrator all the way deep inside of me.

"Did you feel that? That is the lowest setting," he warned. "You will beg me to fuck you by the time this night is over." His statement both excited and scared me a little. I couldn't imagine asking for his big cock to be shoved up inside of me.

He rolled me over onto my back and straddled my chest. Now I was looking at his cock and balls at a very close range. He was hard, but his balls still hung down quite far. I could see that he trimmed the hair around his cock and his balls were completely smooth.

"Let's see if you can lick cock as well as Junior can," he said as he rubbed his cock across my face.

I had just started licking the head of his cock when another blast of vibrations hit my ass. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs as far as I could to relieve the pressure. I put my mouth on his cock and began to suck on it. He fucked my mouth a little before pushing it all the way in. I immediately gagged. Next, I tried licking his balls and the underside of his cock. As I licked, it seemed like his cock was getting even harder.

"Now I am going to hurt you," he warned. Are you ready?"

"Yes," I replied, although I was not at all sure that I was.

The first blow was his fist in my stomach. It immediately triggered a memory of being trapped under Tattoo man, naked with his knee on my balls and his fists pounding me in the stomach and ribs. I grunted and tried not to scream. Another punch to my stomach, but in my memory the blows rained down until I gasped for breath the pain building to an unbearable level. As I was caught up in the memory, he slapped my hard cock and the thing in my ass blasted me almost simultaneously. I think I screamed; I don't know. Another slap to my sensitive cock head made me automatically draw up my legs to protect myself. He forced my legs apart as far as they would go and raised his hand to hit my cock and balls. I flinched, waiting for the blow. Meanwhile, his other hand forced a finger deep into my ass as far as it would go. I cried out again. Using the finger inside my ass, he raised my butt far enough that he could slide under me and I could feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass. There was pain but not like in the memory. The pain was now all wrapped up in the excruciating pleasure as another blast of vibrations made me squirm in his lap against his cock.

"Please," I begged. "Please."

"What, what do you want, son?" he teased.

"I want you to please fuck me, sir."

I was panting, trying to get the sensations of my body under control. His lips were inches from mine; our eyes were locked on each other. There must have been a string attached to the vibrator in my ass because I felt it slowly moving out of me until it finally disappeared. It was almost immediately replaced with at least a couple of fingers as my hole was stretched to the limit. It still hurt, but not as bad. Maybe I could do this.

All at once, his cock was shoved inside of me. Closing my eyes, my back arched as far as it could. There were hands around my throat; I couldn't breathe. The pain in my gut blocked out everything else and I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. I screamed and writhed on the bed, engulfed in my nightmare memories.

"It's going to be okay," a low, comforting voice said close to my ear. "I want you to feel me deep inside of you. I want you to remember this first time."

Suddenly I could breathe again. Panting, I made little noises of relief. I wasn't being choked; there were no hands on my throat. I was safe with this man that filled me up inside like never before. I felt my ass clenching and releasing as it adjusted to the big hard cock inside of me. I felt the rhythm as his cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Slowly my breathing synchronized with the pulsing inside of me and the pain crossed that thin line between pain and pleasure. I wanted more of him. I began pushing back against him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper.

Rolling us over, I was now on top riding his cock. It was my choice to impale myself on him to keep him bound to me in the most intimate of ways. Our lips were still inches apart as I leaned over him. He bit my lip, creating another spike of delicious pain and then he was kissing me and I tasted my blood on his tongue. Still exploring his mouth with my lips and tongue, I began to fuck myself on his cock. Rising up and then impaling my ass on his cock was now only pleasure and I fought to push him further inside me. If my hands were free, I would have held us together so that we could not be separated again.

He stopped my movement, holding me still and then rolling me onto my side. His cock was still inside of me, but not all the way. Now I understood why Jason wanted me to stay inside of him while he went to sleep. I wanted this intimate moment to last a lifetime.

"Is this what you wanted, son?" dad said. "I want all of you. We are one blood."

"Yes, father," I said hesitantly. Was this the end, was he going to leave now? I wanted to yell don't stop. Fuck me, love me.

"Do you want me to cuddle you tonight? I will if you want, just like you cuddle Jason. I want to make you feel loved and complete," he said.

"Yes, yes, father," I replied with relief. This wasn't the end; he wasn't going to leave.

"First, I am going to spank you like a little boy. And then you will do something for me," he said mysteriously.

The idea that my dad would treat me like Jason, a little boy, made me feel embarrassed. I wanted to be more than that. This new intimacy between us made me his little man, his lover. He said we were one blood. Still confined I had no choice when he brought me up onto my knees. He smacked my bare ass with his hand leaving behind a red outline. With each stroke, he caressed my ass cheeks before landing another blow. His hand between my legs started stroking and pulling on my balls as he continued to smack my butt cheeks. My ass hurt, but the feeling in my balls and cock made up for it. When he started stroking and lubing my cock, I was sure I would cum.

He shoved me over onto my side and lay in front of me. Pressing back against me, he forced my cock into his hole. This was a complete surprise and I made little noises of pleasure as my cock pushed into his warm tight body. Making good use of this unexpected turn of events, I began slamming my cock inside of him as far and as hard as I could. I had to stop after every few thrusts to keep from losing control. The feeling was similar to being inside Jason but also totally different. When he spanked me, I felt completely vulnerable to him. But now that I was deep inside of him, he was vulnerable to me. It was not just one sided like my relationship with Jason. I liked that a lot.

My dad moved away from me and my cock pulled free. He pulled something and the rope tying me to the headboard fell off and my still handcuffed hands were no longer held over my head. Pushing me up, he positioned himself in front of me again on his back and put his feet on my shoulders. Pulling me close, his hand guided my cock back into his ass. Now I could penetrate him deeper than before and I took advantage of it. Pushing into him until my balls slapped his ass, I loved the feeling of being inside of him. I came close to the edge.

"Don't cum. You can't cum until I am inside you," my dad commanded.

I was breathing heavily, sweat running down my face and chest. It was all too much; I needed to cum so bad. Pulling out, I dropped onto my back and pulled my knees up to my chest as he had.

"Please hurry, I have to cum. I just have to," I pleaded.

And just like that, he was on top of me again and pushing himself inside of me. It didn't hurt like before; in fact, it didn't hurt at all. I put my handcuffed hands around his neck and pulled him close. I could feel him pumping his cum inside of me and I did the same shooting up on my chest and his. The orgasm was so strong it took a while before it stopped and we collapsed on the bed next to each other, catching our breath.

"Awesome" was all I could think of to say. We both laughed. He pulled me to him and cuddled me the same way I cuddled Jason and we went to sleep.

***

I don't believe in happy ever after stories. But this is as close as you can get. My dad is in the process of adopting Jason, so he will never have to leave. Jason is growing up and no longer needs me to hold him every night while he goes to sleep. The fear of being beaten is a distant memory. Best of all, my dad is my parent, my friend and my lover. We run, swim and play basketball together. Anytime I feel like kissing him, I just do it. He often puts his arms around me for no reason at all. And when we sleep together, our fucking is so passionate, I can still feel him inside of me all the next day. This prodigal son is home to stay, right where he belongs.

***

The End